Page 63 of Man Advantage

Cole stood beside the bed and stripped without taking his eyes off Ford. His belt hit the floor first, then his pants and briefs. His cock sprang free, thick and already wet at the head, and Ford reached for him before he’d kicked the last of the fabric away.

Cole stepped between Ford’s knees. Ford wrapped his hand around him and stroked slowly, feeling the shaft grow even harder in his grip.

“That’s what you thought about for three hours?” Ford asked.

“Longer.”

Ford tightened his grip. “In Chicago?”

Cole looked down at him. “Every night.”

“What did you think about?”

Cole’s jaw flexed when Ford dragged his thumb over the head. “Your mouth. Your ass. Getting back here and finding you exactly like this.”

Ford leaned forward and licked the drop from the tip without breaking eye contact.

Cole sucked in a breath. “That. I thought about that a lot.”

Ford opened his mouth and took him in. He started with the head, circling it with his tongue before sucking hard enough to pull another broken breath out of Cole. Then he slid lower, one hand closing around the base to work the length his mouth hadn’t taken yet.

Cole’s fingers pushed into Ford’s hair. He held on while Ford worked him deeper, tongue flat beneath the shaft and lips tightening on the way back up. The first shallow movement of Cole’s hips caught Ford by surprise. The second pushed the head of his cock against the back of Ford’s throat.

Ford swallowed around him.

Cole’s whole body jerked. “Do that again.”

Ford did. He took Cole until his nose pressed into the hair at the base, held him there through the first sharp urge to pull away, then swallowed a second time. Cole’s grip tightened. His body trembled as Ford drew back with spit slicking his lips and Cole’s cock.

“Fuck.” Cole’s stomach tightened with every pull of Ford’s mouth. “You miss sucking my cock?”

Ford dragged his tongue along the underside and took him deeper, drawing a helpless thrust from Cole when his lips reached the base.

Cole’s head tipped back. The sight of him—naked, throat working around a groan, control slipping every time Ford swallowed—made Ford’s own cock throb against his stomach.

“Look at me,” Cole said.

Ford raised his eyes.

Cole stared down at him while Ford’s mouth moved. “I’ve been thinking about this. Wanting your mouth on me and my cock buried inside you.”

Ford reached between his own legs and wrapped a hand around himself.

Cole’s attention dropped. His grip tightened in Ford’s hair. “Jesus Christ.”

Ford stroked himself as he sucked, letting Cole watch. He matched the movement of his fist to the pull of his mouth, faster when Cole’s breathing broke, slower whenever Cole tried to take control back. His body had been ready before Cole walked through the door. Now every rough sound above him tightened the pull low in his stomach.

“You like making me watch you?” Cole asked.

Ford hummed around him.

Cole’s cock pulsed against his tongue. “Keep doing that, and I’m going to come in your mouth.”

Ford sucked harder, telling him exactly what he thought of the warning.

Cole eased his cock from Ford’s mouth before either of them could finish. Ford followed, lips closing around the head until Cole caught his jaw and made him let go.

“I wasn’t done,” Ford said. His voice sounded wrecked already.