Jumping In (6 page)

“All right, Mister Presumptuous.” Clint folded his arms over his chest. “What data are you relying on?”

“You spent half a year fooling around with Ewan Griffin. The guy’s good looking, but there’s no way you were interested in anything else about him, which means you were with him to get laid. I figure a man’s got to have a higher-than-average libido to put up with that dickwad for as long as you did.”

That analysis had Clint throwing his head back and laughing deeply. “You know what? I have no idea how you figured out I was with him at all, but I’m not going to argue with you about the rest of it because you’re right.”

“I’m always right.” Hawk grinned. “And I figured it out because I watch you.” He leaned closer and lowered his voice. “You want to know what else I figured out about you, baby?”

“What?”

“You think your feelings run too shallow to fall in love, but that isn’t true.”

“No?” Clint rasped, his throat suddenly thick.

“Nope.” Hawk shook his head. “You’ve just been waiting for me to come into your life and show you how good it can be.”

“You’re sure there isn’t anything else we need to do before we can finally go to bed?” Clint asked, only half joking.

“Ha ha.” Hawk shoved him against the bedroom wall and nibbled on his neck while he unbuttoned Clint’s shirt.

“Laundry? Dusting?” Clint said, the breathlessness in his voice taking away from his attempt to sound serious.

“A man tries to be honorable and this is the thanks he gets.” Hawk shoved Clint’s shirt off his shoulders.

“What’s honorable about working me up and leaving me hanging for over an hour?”

“Wanted you sober enough to know what you were doing.” Tugging Clint’s undershirt up his chest, Hawk said, “Shirt’s coming off. Raise your arms.”

“I’m not a kid, even if you keep calling me baby.”

“I know you’re not a kid.” Hawk shoved his knee between Clint’s thighs and rubbed up against his balls. “That doesn’t change you being my baby.” He pulled the shirt over Clint’s head. “But if you want to be stubborn, I can keep the shirt on your arms.” He tugged the fabric down behind Clint’s back. “Some guys like getting tied up in the sack.”

“I don’t—” A particularly well-placed nudge to his nuts distracted Clint mid-sentence. “No more games, man. Please.” He swallowed hard. “I need it.”

“I know.” Hawk slammed his mouth over Clint’s, shoving his tongue inside and plunging in and out while he furiously worked Clint’s belt buckle and jeans open. “Going to give it to you,” he said as he dropped to his knees and peeled Clint’s jeans and briefs down. “Over and over again.” He rubbed his cheek against Clint’s hard cock and moaned. “Fuck yeah. Look at you.”

“You like that?” Clint asked, gazing down at the huge, gorgeous man on his knees. “Told you I was thick.”

“You weren’t exaggerating.” He cupped Clint’s balls and followed a prominent vein in his shaft with his tongue. “You have a great cock.”

“I’m so hard.” Clint tipped his head against the wall and brushed his trembling fingers over Hawk’s head. “Suck me.”

Without another word, Hawk did exactly that. He licked his lips, parted them, and then dropped his mouth over Clint’s erection.

“Yes,” Clint hissed. “Like that.”

Hawk’s lips remained tight around him as he bobbed up and down, his saliva slicking the way.

“Close.” Clint wanted to wait, wanted the pleasure to last longer, but he’d been lusting after Hawk for so long that he couldn’t contain his excitement.

“Mmm,” Hawk moaned and grabbed Clint’s hips, his hands so big that his fingers dug into Clint’s ass cheeks. He popped his mouth off Clint’s cock, licked his slit, and said, “Fuck my mouth, baby. I can take it.”

His entire body shaking with barely pent up need, Clint said, “Are you sure?”

“Give me everything you’ve got,” Hawk said and then he jerked Clint forward, causing Clint’s cock to sink fully into his mouth.

“Fuck!” Clint shouted, all semblance of control shattering. He twined his fingers through Hawk’s hair and moved Hawk’s head back and forth as he rocked his hips, pumping in and out of tight, wet, heat.

Rather than fighting him or trying to wrestle back control, Hawk moaned in pleasure and let Clint use his body however he needed.

“Oh god.” Clint’s balls tightened almost painfully. “Oh god, Hawk!” With a final thrust his orgasm hit, stealing his voice and his breath as he pulsed into Hawk’s waiting mouth. “Oh,” he rasped once he was drained. “That—” His teeth chattered and he realized all of his muscles were spasming. “Good.” He released his hold on Hawk’s hair and massaged his scalp. “So good.”

“Clint,” Hawk groaned as he stood up. The front of his dress pants pushed forward obscenely.

“Yeah.” Clint reached for his belt buckle. “Let’s take care of you.” Within seconds, he had the front of Hawk’s pants open and his long, rigid shaft fished out of his underwear. “Damn, this is nice.” He curled his fingers around the smooth, hot skin and stroked. “So nice.” He swiped his thumb over the damp glans and kept a steady pace. “Want to feel this inside me later.”

“You like bottoming?” Hawk asked as he moved his hips forward and back, humping into Clint’s fist.

“I love sex.” Clint twisted his wrist and tightened his hold on Hawk’s dick. “Every which way, man.” He leaned up and dragged his tongue from the bottom of Hawk’s chin up to his lips. “Fuckin’ crave it.”

“Aw, hell,” Hawk groaned. “You’re so sexy.”

“After you fuck me, I’m going to do you.” Clint moved his mouth to Hawk’s ear. “I hope you like having your ass eaten, because I’m going to feast on you, Hawk.”

“Now. Now. Now,” Hawk said, his voice desperate. “Yes!” He cupped Clint’s cheeks, and gazed into his eyes as hot seed shot from his dick and fountained over Clint’s fingers. “Clint,” he whispered reverently as he brushed his lips over Clint’s in a gentle kiss. “I knew it’d be amazing with you.” He buried his face in Clint’s neck and licked at his sweat-slick skin. “I knew.”

“Lucky guess,” Clint responded as he turned and caught Hawk’s lips with his own.

“Call it what you want.” Hawk chuckled and returned Clint’s kiss. “We’re good together.”

“You want to be good together in that big bathtub you were bragging about during the house tour? If my eyeball measurements were right, there’s enough space to fit us both.”

“So that’s what you were thinking about when I was proudly showing you my home?” Hawk asked, his blue eyes twinkling.

“I had the hard-on from hell and you refused to do anything to help me with it until I could pass a roadside sobriety test! What did you expect me to do? Focus on your color scheme?”

“With what you drank at that party, you couldn’t pass a field test now. I just wanted you sober enough to avoid morning-after regrets.”

“The only regrets I’m going to have are not following through on the ideas I had during the tour.” Clint circled his arms around Hawk’s waist and smiled up at him, enjoying the lighthearted conversation in the wake of their passionate encounter.

“Well then we’ll definitely add shower sex to tonight’s agenda,” Hawk promised.

“My ideas expanded beyond the shower.”

“Oh?” Hawk arched his eyebrows. “Care to fill me in?”

“Eventually.” Clint slipped out from under Hawk’s arm and walked to the adjoining bathroom, making sure to put an extra sway in his step. He wasn’t used to flirting, didn’t know if he was any good at it, but he was having a hell of a time playing. “For now, you can be satisfied knowing I have plans for you on every surface and in every room of this house.”

Behind him, Hawk groaned.

Maybe he wasn’t too bad at flirting. Clint grinned and looked at Hawk over his shoulder.

“You said you could keep up with me, right?”

“Count on it,” Hawk growled. He caught up to Clint in two steps and yanked him back against his still-suited body. “I have everything you need.” He pinched Clint’s nipple with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. “I’ll keep you blissed out every day, baby.”

His sated cock valiantly trying to fill again, Clint whispered, “I don’t doubt it.” He turned around and began undressing Hawk. “You’re gorgeous.” He thought about everything Hawk had said to him that night. “A little intense, but gorgeous.”

“I can be laid back about a lot of things, but if you mean how I feel about you, I’m a lot intense.” Hawk waited until Clint met his gaze. “I love you.”

Reflexively, Clint looked away. “I don’t understand how you can just say things like that.”

Most people he knew, hell, all the people he knew, took care to guard their feelings. There were entire books dedicated to the concept of playing hard to get. Hawk Black was the exact opposite. He put everything out there without hesitation, which was both terrifying and comforting.

“I don’t play games, Clint.” Hawk took Clint’s chin between his finger and thumb and tilted it up so their eyes met again. “You deserve someone who isn’t going to hold back with you.”

***

Dirty talk in bed was fun, waking up with a guy’s tongue in your ass was even better.

“Ungh, Christ. What’re you doing?” Clint mumbled, his voice husky with sleep and his cock thick with arousal. He was prone on his stomach and Hawk was behind him, settled between his spread legs, a hand on each side of Clint’s ass, holding him open, and his face buried between Clint’s cheeks.

“Enjoying my morning.” Hawk swirled his tongue around Clint’s pucker and then curled it and pushed into his hole.

“Oh god.” Nobody did this for him, not ever, and it felt amazing. Clint kept his head and shoulders down and tucked his knees up underneath his body, raising his back end and opening himself up farther. “Hawk, please.”

“You want to get off like this?”

“Uh-huh.” Clint nodded, reached back, and grabbed his ass, spreading himself as wide as he could and exposing everything.

His hands relieved from their duty, Hawk slid his palm between Clint’s legs and pulled his cock down.

“Damn you’re hot.” He swiped his tongue up Clint’s channel while he stroked his cock. “I love this.”

Clint would have agreed, but he’d lost the power of speech.

“Going to make you come, feed you, and then take you back to bed and start all over again.”

Still jacking Clint’s dick, Hawk pushed a thumb into Clint’s hole and followed it with his tongue.

“That sounds… Ungh!” Clint rocked his hips, pushing into Hawk’s face and down into his hand.

“What’s that, baby?” Hawk said, taking a break from licking Clint’s passage to nibble on the sensitive skin along his butt.

“I…” Clint swallowed and cleared his throat, trying to concentrate. “I said that sounds good but I need to go home.” He moaned when Hawk twisted his thumb and grazed his gland. “Dogs,” he finished, hoping the word was sufficient explanation to end the conversation because he wanted Hawk’s mouth focused on the task at hand.

“Bring ’em here.” Hawk lapped at Clint’s balls and then sucked each of them into his mouth in turn. “Neither of us has to work until Monday and I’m not letting you out of my bed until then.”

“That leather couch in your living room’s a good height.” Clint’s voice was breathless and he couldn’t stop pumping his hips, but he was doing his damnedest to get Hawk as worked up as Hawk had him. “Why limit us to the bedroom when one or both of us can bend over that?”

“I like how you think, baby.” Hawk licked a swath down Clint’s cock. “You can make a list of all those good ideas and we’ll tick ’em off one by one.”

“Kind of busy right now,” Clint pointed out.

Chuckling, Hawk said, “Good point. List later, eating your ass now.”

True to his word, Hawk went to work on Clint’s backside, licking his channel, sucking on his pucker, and tonguing his hole, all while stroking his dick.

“Going to come,” Clint warned.

“Do it.” Hawk shoved a finger into Clint’s hole, curled it, and pegged his gland.

“Hawk!” Clint shouted, pleasure overtaking his body and mind. He shoved his ass back, taking Hawk’s finger in as deeply as possible, and shot, ejaculate pulsing from his dick onto the bed as he shook and grunted.

Before he was done, Hawk’s broad body was draped over his and Hawk’s long cock was sliding between his cheeks and over his lower back.

“Love how you taste.” Hawk curled his arms under Clint’s armpits and gripped his shoulders while he thrust. “Love how you feel.” He thrust against Clint. “Especially here.” He circled his hips, rubbing his dick against the outside of Clint’s hole. “Want to do you bare, baby. Want to come inside.”

Clint’s breath caught at the thought.

“I haven’t been with anyone in almost six months, not since I first saw you in September.” Hawk kissed the back of Clint’s neck. “Tell me I can fuck you raw later.” He took Clint’s skin between his teeth and then sucked. “Say you want it, baby. Say you want me.”

Undeniably aroused by the idea, Clint turned his head, met Hawk’s gaze, and said, “Yes. I want you. Come in me.”

Hawk’s eyes widened, he gasped, and then he stilled as hot wetness coated Clint’s lower back.

His body sated and boneless, Clint rolled onto his side and then tugged Hawk down so they were face-to-face. He flung his leg over Hawk’s thigh and kissed his chest, shoulders, and neck as Hawk’s gasps evened into regular breaths.

“Are you back to the land of the fully-conscious or are you still brain-addled from that orgasm?” he asked.

“Little of both.” Hawk sighed contentedly, curled his arm around Clint’s neck, and stroked his hair. “Did you mean what you said?” he asked quietly.

Clint took in a deep breath and met Hawk’s gaze.

“Did you?”

“Oh, yeah,” Hawk said, his husky voice leaving no doubt which question he was answering.

“Not the fucking bare.” Clint licked his lips and, when Hawk furrowed his brow in confusion, added, “You moved to Hawthorne in late November, after the election.”

“Ah,” Hawk said in understanding. “And you’re wondering why.”

“No.” Clint shook his head. “I know you moved here to work for Mayor Martinez. I’m asking what you meant about seeing me in September when we didn’t know each other yet.”

The smile that took over Hawk’s face was wicked.