Page 52 of Burning Obsession

"Yeah."

"When do I get to meet this man?"

"His name is Victor, and soon." I smile. "He's going out of town to be with his sister, for when she delivers her baby, so it will have to wait until he gets back. I’m really excited for the two of you to meet. Just don’t embarrass me.”

“Oh, Lawson, you don’t need me to do that. You and your paranoia will do that just fine without me intervening.” He glances toward the bay doors. "Well, now that I know what’s going on, I've got to go. Talk to you later."

"Later," I call to his already retreating form.

Once he’s gone, I get back to work ensuring that my truck is stocked and ready to go. But even as I go through the motions of checking the supplies, my mind really isn’t here. It’s with Victor, wondering what he’s doing. Fretting over his upcoming trip and making a mountain out of molehill.

He must sense me thinking of him because a few minutes later my phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out to see a message waiting from him. Not just a message but a picture. Him in my bed.

Victor: Your bed is lonely without you. I’ll be here waiting for you when you get home.

I’ve never wanted a shift to be over as badly as I do at this very second.

Victor in my bed was all I could think about all night. Even in the trenches of fire and saving lives he was still there, stepping back only so I could perform my job. But now I’m home and he’s mine.

I shut the apartment door, trying my best not to wake him. Not yet anyway. As I make my way through the living room, I’m discarding my clothing, letting them fall to the floor. I’ll clean them up later.

Visions of Victor naked in my bed cause my cock to twitch. I can see him perfectly, laying on his stomach, ass on full display begging for me to fuck him. When I’m completely naked, standing just outside my bedroom, I grasp my shaft and slowly stroke it from base to tip.

Fuck it feels good.

I open the door and step inside the room. It’s as if Victor were reading my mind. He’s laying on the bed, sleeping on his stomach, a thin sheet covering his lower body, but I can see the swell of the top of his ass cheeks and I know he’s naked.

He wants me to take him just as much as I want to do it.

I take slow, light steps across the bedroom, not wanting to wake him just yet. I stop long enough to open the drawer on my dresser and pull out the bottle of lube. I want him so bad I don’t know if I can hold off long enough to loosen him to take my cock.

I place my knee on the bed, feeling the weight of the mattress dip beneath me and crawl across the bed toward him. Laying down behind him, I press my dick into him as I place my hand on his hip, gripping firmly and pepper kisses along the muscular ridge of his shoulder.

He groans, rolling to his side, pressing his ass back into me.

“A man can get used to being woken up like this,” he moans.

“I can get used to having you in my bed, waiting for me. Maybe we should make this a permanent thing.”

Crap, did I just say that? Victor doesn’t agree or disagree; instead, he turns his head back to me and I capture his lips with mine, kissing him deeply. My hand slides around his hip, finding his cock and stroking it. My thumb brushes over the tip with every upward stroke and I spread the precum already leaking from it across his flesh.

“Mmmm, looks like someone was thinking about me.”

“Always,” he says with a gasp.

I keep stroking his cock, and he leans back into me and warms me with his touch.

“Do you want me to fuck your needy ass?”

“Yes,” he mewls.

I let go of his cock and run my fingers through the crease of his ass cheeks, straight to his opening and run my fingertips around his tight, puckered hole. I tease the opening with my fingertips, letting a finger slip in just a bit and pull it out again. I do this over and over, each time my finger going in a little deeper. He squirms under my touch and it only makes me want to fuck him more.

“Someone’s ready for me. On your knees, ass in the air, head down and I want you to stroke your cock at the same rhythm I’m fucking you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I pull my fingers away, and Victor quickly moves into place. I move behind him, placing myself between his legs. Picking up the lube, I squirt some down his crack and then use my fingers to spread it over his asshole.