Page 42 of Hurricane Love

Chuckling, Wylie pressed kisses all along Diego’s spine. “Calm down, tiger. I won’t leave you hanging, I promise. And I can always go again, lickety split.” He squeezed Diego’s dick for good measure, then swatted the side of his ass. “Roll over. I want to see your handsome face when I fuck you for the first time.”

Still grumbling and with his face aflame, Diego did as he was told, practically holding his legs open for Wylie to get in position and fuck him already. Wylie stuffed a pillow under Diego’s ass and hooked one arm under his knee, then came in for a wet, dirty kiss. Diego refused to think too hard on where that mouth had just been.

“Get on with it,” Diego demanded.

“Bossy,” Wylie commented mildly, his lubed dick nudging at Diego’s gaping hole without making any serious attempt to enter.Fucking tease.

“Deep breaths now,” Wylie reminded him and with one hand guiding his dick, he finally breached Diego’s body. One hard push forced his cockhead past the tight ring of muscle. It burned like hell and Diego clenched immediately, on instinct. Wylie kissed along his collarbone and whispered, “Relax, baby. I got you,” He dragged his thumb across Diego’s cheek. “How’s that feeling for you?”

“Tight,” Diego said tensely.

“Yeah, for me too. Push out now like you’re taking a shit. I’m going to edge in just a bit more. Slowly.”

Diego swallowed and tried to follow the instruction. It was a strange sensation, pushing out to allow him in, but Wylie was focused and intent, slowly rolling his hips until the glide was smoother and his sizable girth was easier to take.

“I feel like a stuffed piñata,” Diego said.

“Well, you look like a pornstar,” Wylie replied. He kissed hisforehead and the side of his jaw, staring down at him with something Diego didn’t want to interrogate too closely. Finally, Diego felt his body begin to relax.

“There you go. Isn’t that better?” Wylie coaxed like gentling a wild horse. “You’re doing so good. Let me in deeper now. It’ll start to feel better in just a sec, I promise.”

A slight shift and Wylie’s cock nudged up against Diego’s already tender prostate. Liquid lightning shot up his spine.

“There it is,” Wylie said with a smug little chuckle. Diego was only a little put-out by how well Wylie could read his every movement, how he seemed to know his body better than him. “I’m going to make you feel so good. Just breathe now and let me take care of you. Can you do that for me, baby?”

Baby this, baby that. Diego wanted to hate it, but he didn’t.Couldn’t.Wylie could get him to do any manner of things just by using that sweet, soothing voice. Diego made a conscious effort to stop holding on so tightly, and eventually his body surrendered. Wylie cradled him in his arms, despite his bulk, and set an easy rhythm between them, slow to start, then faster as their mutual urgency began to build.

Diego felt raw wherever Wylie touched him, the pleasure almost too much to bear. His body had never been so open and receptive before, and every sensation felt like it was multiplied somehow. When Wylie started pegging his prostate with surgical precision, Diego knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer.

“There,” Diego said even though Wylie knew already. Slick with sweat and riding the friction, Wylie lit him up from the inside with every stroke. His skin felt too tight to contain him, his pleasure to big to hold. He was depending on Wylie to bring him to the peak of their pleasure, which made his fingers dig deeper into Wylie’s ass cheeks, likely leaving bruises, just in case the man tried to quit or abandon his mission.

“I’ve got you,” Wylie said to him while pistoning his hips like a demon. Wylie groaned deeply, then shuddered, the sensationreverberating through Diego too. “You feel so good. So warm and thick, my little honeypot. How’s it feelin’ for you?”

“I’m close,” Diego managed to grunt. Hearts and flowers would have to wait because all Diego could think about was the white hot flame of desire licking up his spine and his painfully hard cock rubbing against Wylie’s sweaty navel.

Wylie’s eyes landed on Diego with an intensity he recognized. He’d made the man come enough times to know his tells–that focused look, the concentrated slant of his brow, the shape of his mouth and the slight tremble of his lower lip. Wylie fucked into him like a machine, and he said with gravity, “Jerk yourself, baby, I’m gonna blow.”

Diego grabbed hold of his cock and stroked it furiously, the warmth and friction a perfect complement to the ball of intensity building inside him. Wylie slammed into him with purpose, again and again, and his cock grew thicker in size as he stuttered out his final thrusts.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Wylie groaned, long and loud, as he bathed Diego’s inner walls in an explosive warmth.

Diego’s prostate throbbed and his cock pulsed in his hand as his climax barreled through him with a seismic tremor that made him feel like he was levitating off the bed. A cry of ecstasy was torn from his lungs as Wylie pulled out of him in one smooth motion and bowed down to clamp his mouth around the head of Diego’s dick, sucking the cum straight from the source. Diego gripped both sides of Wylie’s head, trying to orient himself while feeling as if some sexual exorcism had just taken place.

He took a breath, and then another.

Wylie rose to a kneeling position above him, threw back his head, and swallowed Diego’s cum, working the substantial load down his throat with gusto. Then, in his typical dramatic fashion, he howled, long and loud, while thumping his own chest. Diego watched him with amusement, hoping none of the neighbors could hear.

“Goddamn,” Wylie shouted when he’d finally finished hisperformance. Bright-eyed and manic he said, “Will you marry me?”

Diego grabbed a pillow and smashed it into his face, then wrestled him on the bed until he had the man pinned underneath him with his knees locked around both Wylie’s arms because he didn’t want him to go anywhere or think that his ridiculousness would be tolerated.

“Kiss me,” Wylie demanded, lifting his head to be serviced.

“You probably taste like cum and ass.”

“Uh huh,” Wylie confirmed, eyes twinkling. “Kiss me anyway.”

So, Diego did. It was filthy and wonderful and Diego never wanted it to end. He attempted to infuse all of his gratitude into that kiss, including all the words of appreciation that died on his lips before he had the courage to actually say them.