Page 41 of Leading the Blind
“Fuck, I want you, Andy Baxter. I want to tear it up.”
“Yeah, Mini. I want to do it in the shower and in the bed.” Now that was ambition.
“Mmm…I like it when we’re all wet and slick together.”
Bax was panting, he thought. Jason stretched, feeling like a million-dollar champ. That championship was going to come, too. He had no doubt.
He’d get to come first, though. Lord, he cracked himself up.
“What’s funny?”
“Just happy, man. So happy.”
“So am I, Jase. Seeing you ride like that. Damn.” Bax’s hand was back, even as they picked up a little speed.
“It felt good.” He knew Bax would get it. He had no doubt.
“You looked amazing. Right in the middle, babe.”
“Yeah. No pizza party tonight, though. Tonight it’s a-a private party.”
“Yeah. Room service and a hell of a lot of lube.” Bax chortled at his own joke.Dork.
“Tell me we can get busy first?” He didn’t think he could wait that long.
“Yes. Before we even order. I have peanuts.”
Whatever worked. He needed Bax more than he needed to get his feed on. Bax was like freakin’ air. He had to have the damn man all the time.
“We’re here, Mini. Carry your gear in front so the world doesn’t see you springing wood.”
“Am I zipped?” He couldn’t remember and instead of rummaging around, he lifted his hips for Bax to get an eyeful of his hardness, which he figured was still covered. No air.
“Jason Scott, I swear to God. Come on. I need you.”
“Coming.” He sang the word, teasing like hell. But he got out of the truck and grabbed said gear bag, as instructed.
Then Bax hustled his ass in, dragging him into the hotel and up the elevator. They made it to the room, both of them flinging shit all over, meeting in the middle for a clench. He yanked at Bax’s shirt, tearing it out of the man’s jeans.
The buttons on the front of his shirt gave way, and Jason would bet they’d have to send it out the laundry to get them sewn back on.
He didn’t give two fresh shits. He needed Bax. Right now.
Bax seemed just as eager, getting them both naked, then dancing him back to the bed. They stretched out, the kiss going nuclear hot. He explored Andy, dragging his fingertips on the warm flesh like he was painting.
Really, he was seeing all that compact, hard muscle, and finding Bax’s scars one by one.
He knew where they were, but he felt it was a little bit like playing guitar. Every touch discovered him a new sound.
Bax could be downright loud. The man was amazing. His.
He added his mouth into the game, scraping with his teeth here, dragging his lips there. When he licked at the flat part of Bax’s belly, he got a groan that liked to tear Bax in half.
He made sure to nuzzle the wet tip of Bax’s cock, nudge it good and hard with his chin.
“Mini.” Bax said his name like it was the only word in the world.
“Yeah. Yours.” He dipped his chin and sucked in Bax’s tip.
