Private Dicks (6 page)

Kissing Wash was incredible. Rhodes nipped at him, lightly
biting those lips that drove him crazy every time he looked at his partner.
When Wash’s hands moved to Rhodes’ head and tried to yank him down into a
harder kiss, Rhodes shifted down so he could lick and suck Wash’s neck.

“That’s good too,” Wash moaned, his fingers flexing on
Rhodes’ skull.

Christ
, Wash tasted good, sweet and salty. Rhodes
wondered how he’d managed to get off the dance floor without throwing Wash down
and fucking him. He pressed his lips to the dip above Wash’s collarbone,
feeling the rise and fall of his panting breaths before working his way back up
his neck.

Rhodes sucked at his earlobe, teasing it with his teeth and
brushed his lips across the sensitive skin beneath, loving every eager sound
that Wash made as he tilted his head to allow Rhodes better access.

“I’ve never kissed a guy before,” Wash rasped. “Guess I’ve
been missing out.”

It took a second for the admission to register. Once it did,
Rhodes pulled away, closed his eyes and bit back a curse. “What are you
saying?” he managed to ask somewhat calmly, opening his eyes.

“What?” Wash blinked at him, looking honestly confused. “I’m
saying that you’re the first guy I’ve kissed.”

With a groan, Rhodes rolled off Wash onto his back, covering
his face with his arm. His brain struggled to function. “You just said you’d
hooked up with other guys.”

“I have,” Wash explained, “but we didn’t kiss or anything.
It was just down-and-dirty, get-the-job-done kind of sex.”

Lowering his arm, Rhodes saw that Wash had turned onto his
side to face him. “What
exactly
have you done?”

With a devilish grin, Wash purred, “You want me to talk
dirty to you?”

“I don’t mean…well, yeah, I
do
, but I didn’t mean
that.” Rhodes shook his head, trying to bring his mind back from the tempting
place Wash’s words had led it. “I need to know what I’m dealing with here so I
don’t hurt you. You been fucked before?”

Scooting closer, Wash ran his fingers across Rhodes’ chest,
tangling in the hair and tugging.

“Wash.” Rhodes flattened his partner’s distracting hand
against his chest.

“Yeah, a couple times,” Wash finally answered. His hand
trapped, he leaned in to close his mouth around one of Rhodes’ nipples.

“Jesus Christ!” Rhodes almost flew off the bed.

Raising his head, Wash gave him a smile way too smug for
Rhodes’ taste. With a growl, Rhodes rolled him back over to their original
position with Wash underneath him.

“I liked
fucking
better, though.”

After a second, Rhodes realized that Wash was still
answering his question. “‘Liked’?” he repeated with a cocked eyebrow. “Past
tense?”

Wash’s eyes flickered away before coming back to Rhodes.
“The whole thing with that bouncer…you know, getting me back in line?”

Pretty sure he knew what was coming, Rhodes’ cock surged.
“Yeah?” he barely managed to grunt.

“And then in the club, when you were dragging me around,
calling me your bitch…”

Wash was going to kill him with this. Rhodes barely kept his
eyes from rolling back in his head. Unable to say anything, he just nodded a
silent command to continue.

“For some reason, you bossing me around made me hard as a
rock.”

Just the words almost made Rhodes come. Gritting his teeth,
he rested his forehead on Wash’s shoulder for an endless moment, concentrating
on breathing. When he could manage talking again, he raised his head.

“Okay then,” Rhodes growled. “You’re going to get fucked.”

“’Bout time.” Wash barely got the words out before Rhodes
was kissing him again. This time, it was as if a barrier had been removed, as
if the dam had swept away and the river flowed uncontained. This was going to
happen—a year’s worth of fantasies were about to come true.

With a growl, Rhodes twisted both hands in Wash’s silky hair,
pulling his head back, exposing his vulnerable throat. Rhodes kissed his neck,
licked, sucked and nipped as the vibrations from Wash’s moans moved through his
throat to Rhodes’ lips. Working his mouth back up, Rhodes bit at his partner’s
lips, drawing hungry, pleading sounds from Wash. The rougher Rhodes got, the
more frantic Wash sounded.

Pulling back with a small, savage smile, Rhodes rasped,
“Like it rough, do you?”

His eyes huge and hungry, Wash could only nod, his teeth
catching the edge of his swollen bottom lip. Rhodes liked that look, liked that
he’d
caused
that look. Sliding lower on Wash’s body, he caught one of
the other man’s nipples between his lips.

It was Wash’s turn to grab Rhodes’ head. Sucking the small
nub, Rhodes closed his teeth in just the threat of a bite. Wash cried out,
arching his back, and Rhodes released him, soothing the abused flesh with a
stroke of his tongue before tracing a damp line to Wash’s other nipple.

He sucked and licked at it, feeling Wash quivering beneath
him in anticipation of the pinch of his teeth. Rhodes smiled against Wash’s
chest and kept his mouth gentle, lips and tongue teasing.

“Do it,” Wash hissed, pulling Rhodes’ head closer. “Fucking
do
it!”

The plea in his voice made Rhodes take pity on him and he nipped
at the straining point of his nipple. Wash’s hips lurched up and he ground his
erection against Rhodes’ stomach, only the thin layer of his boxers separating
skin from skin. The feel of Wash’s cotton-wrapped cock reminded Rhodes that
there were even better things to come.

Running his lips over the ridges of Wash’s abdomen, Rhodes
paused to dip his tongue into the depression of his bellybutton, loving the way
his stomach muscles jerked in response. He knelt between Wash’s knees and
hooked his fingers into the waistband of his partner’s underwear. Wash raised
his hips and Rhodes stripped the fabric down until it tangled around his
thighs.

Wash was beautiful. His cock was perfect, long and straight,
the tip weeping with need. Wash’s brown skin, slick with sweat, shone dark gold
against the white comforter. Wash’s chest heaved in an effort to breathe, the
muscles working just under the surface.

Unable to resist touching any longer, Rhodes mentally
promised himself that he’d look his fill at Wash afterward. For now, he had to
feel him.

He wrapped his hand around Wash’s cock, watching his face.
The look of unbearable ecstasy on his partner was as arousing as the feel of
rigid, hot flesh beneath his fingers. Rhodes closed his eyes, not able to look
and keep his control intact. The darkness just magnified the feel of Wash’s
erection, the way it throbbed and burned against his fingers.

“Rhodie.” Wash’s rasp brought Rhodes’ eyes open. “If you
don’t fuck me in the next five seconds, I swear I’m going to kill you.”

If he thought he could hold off, Rhodes would have tortured
Wash some more. As it was though, five seconds sounded about right. He released
Wash and slid off the bed. Wash made a protesting sound.

“Just getting us both naked,” Rhodes reassured him in a
breathless growl, stripping off Wash’s boxer briefs before yanking down his
own. As he stepped out of the fabric tangled around his ankles, Rhodes jerked
open the drawer in his bed stand. The lube was easy to grab but the condoms had
worked their way to the back of the drawer after Rhodes’ long dry spell, so he
had to dig for those. The panicked thought that he was out crossed his mind,
that this wasn’t going to happen after all, but then his fingers closed around
a packet.

With enormous relief, he tore it open with his teeth and
rolled the condom on. As he squeezed lube into his hand, Rhodes noticed that
Wash was watching with hungry eyes. Widening his stance, Rhodes closed his fist
around the end of his shaft and spread the lube to the base with slow, slippery
fingers. His show was rewarded by a needy moan from Wash.

“Turn over,” Rhodes ordered, his voice rough. Wash obeyed,
shifting to his hands and knees. Moving to kneel behind his partner, Rhodes’
breath caught at the sight of Wash’s round ass smoothly curving into the line
of his back. For a second, he was almost afraid to touch him, as if Rhodes’
hand could mar the perfection that was Wash.

“Fuck me!” Wash pleaded and Rhodes grinned, the spell
broken. With one lube-slick finger, Rhodes nudged at the puckered opening of
Wash’s ass, feeling it open up and allow him in. Wash groaned as the digit
penetrated and Rhodes paused.

“No, it’s good! Keep going!” Wash gasped, arching his back
and thrusting to impale himself farther. Reassured, Rhodes nudged in another
inch, sweat prickling the back of his neck at the tight squeeze of Wash’s body
around his finger. If having just a finger inside him felt this good, the
thought of having his cock buried deep in Wash’s ass made Rhodes grit his teeth
around a groan.

He moved his finger in and out until the tight grip of
Wash’s ass eased a little. Nudging in a second digit, Rhodes tried to go
slowly, to keep from grabbing Wash’s hips and jamming his cock deep into his
body. Sucking in a harsh breath, Rhodes fought the need down, reminding himself
that, although it might not be Wash’s first time, it was damn close to it.
Twisting and spreading his fingers, he felt Wash’s hole gradually relax around
the intruders.

“Okay?” he grunted.

“Yeah,” Wash said, shoving his hips back to meet the plunge
of Rhodes’ fingers. “Fuck me now,
please
!”

A roar filled Rhodes’ ears as he slid his fingers free and
seized Wash’s hips. The head of his cock nudged the tight hole and Rhodes
paused, breathing hard, trying to calm down enough to take it slowly.

“Jesus Christ, just fuck me already!” Wash sobbed, fighting
against the restraint of Rhodes’ hands. “You’re driving me crazy!”

Gritting his teeth, Rhodes pushed forward, feeling Wash’s
hole stretch to take him in. When just the head was lodged inside, Rhodes
sucked in air, his control shredding with each clench and release of Wash’s
ass.

“Okay?” Rhodes managed to ask.

“Yeah,” Wash gasped. “Hurts—but that just makes it better.”

Rhodes choked on a laugh. “You crazy motherfucker,” he said
fondly. His hips started moving, tiny thrusts that buried him a little bit
deeper each time. Wash bucked back against him, trying to drive Rhodes’ cock
deeper into his ass.

Tightening his fingers on Wash’s hips, Rhodes held him still
with some effort. “Settle,” Rhodes gritted. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Wash insisted, still fighting his grip. “I need
you to fuck me! Please, Rhodie?”

The pleading tone broke Rhodes and he drove in, filling
Wash’s ass with a single thrust. Buried balls deep, he paused, overwhelmed. The
heat of Wash’s body enveloped his cock, gripping his entire length with a
mind-blowing squeeze. The pleasure washed over him and Rhodes was pretty sure
he’d never felt anything so amazing in his entire life. He wished Wash could be
feeling exactly the same way.

Releasing one of Wash’s hips, Rhodes reached for his
partner’s cock but Wash grabbed his wrist.

“Don’t,” Wash told him, panting. “So close.”

“Let me finish you then,” Rhodes offered but Wash shook his
head.

“Wanna come with you.”

Rhodes felt like a hand had just gripped his heart. He
opened his mouth but then closed it again, unable to say a word. All he could
do was grip Wash’s hips and give him the fucking he’d begged for.

The pressure, the friction as he slid in and out of Wash’s
ass had Rhodes on the edge of coming in just a few strokes. Gritting his teeth,
he fought it off, not wanting this to end. This might be the only chance he’d
get with Wash.

The thought sobered him and he regained his rhythm,
thrusting deeply into Wash’s gripping depths and then retreating. He plunged
faster and faster, the tight squeeze around his shaft making it impossible to
last long.

Wash cried out as he came, his ass clamping around Rhodes’
cock. It was too much. Rhodes’ hips rocked forward a final time and, deep in
his partner’s convulsing ass, Rhodes exploded.

Spasm after spasm shook him. As Wash went boneless and
melted flat beneath him, Rhodes wrapped his arms around his partner and
followed him down to the bed. He rested there, not sure where he ended and Wash
began. Rhodes smiled, slow and sleepy. It was how it should be.

Rhodes woke surrounded by warmth. He allowed himself to
slowly float to awareness, enjoying the trailing ends of a rare, deep sleep.

“Never pegged you as a spooner.” Wash’s raspy, amused voice
pulled him out of his happy doze. Growling in protest, Rhodes buried his face
against the hard shoulder in front of him.

After a few seconds, reality hit him, waking him completely.
Warm body. Wash’s voice. Spooning. Rhodes’ eyes popped open.

The first thing he saw was the smooth, brown skin of Wash’s
nape, disappearing under the mussed tangle of black hair. Rhodes realized that
his arm was draped over the other man, holding Wash’s back snugly against his
front, and that one of Rhodes’ legs was hooked over his partner’s thighs. Wash
was right—Rhodes was spooning with a vengeance.

“Sorry,” he rumbled, not quite able to make himself move.
This might be the last chance he had to be naked and plastered against Wash. He
just wanted to enjoy it for a few more seconds.

“Hey, no worries. With women, I never get to be the little
spoon. I always have to be the big spoon. It’s a refreshing change, being the
spoonee.” Wash sounded highly entertained and Rhodes relaxed a little.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked, trailing a line of kisses
along the side of Wash’s neck. He felt his partner give a small shrug.

“Um, a little sore,” Wash admitted.

Rhodes winced. “Sorry,” he murmured before tracing the edge
of Wash’s ear with his tongue. Despite the pang of guilt at causing Wash
discomfort, he thrilled at the shiver that ran through the other man at his
touch.