Page 24 of Rocking Cedarwood

“Close?” Michael eased away from Niall. “Flip over.” He didn’t give Niall much of a chance to arrange himself, but rather took over for his boyfriend. He feasted on Niall’s mouth first, sucking Niall’s tongue between his lips. He swallowed Niall’s moan and his desire soared when Niall cupped Michael’s jaw. The tenderness in his touch along with the sweetness of the kiss nudged Michael closer to his own orgasm. He’d need to be inside Niall before he’d come, but his desire had been ratcheted up a few notches.

When he ripped his mouth from Niall’s, he stared into Niall’s eyes. Fires burned in Niall’s deep brown depths. His cheeks were tinged pink and his lips felt a tad swollen from the kiss. Fuck, the man drew Michael in like no other.

“Now, flip over.” He propped Niall up on his hands and knees. The pants and underwear were still around Niall’s calves. The new pose gave Michael the ultimate access to Niall’s body.

Michael liked the frenzied look. “Where’s the lube?”

“Drawer.” Niall tapped on the side of the ottoman. “Handy, eh?”

“You are.” He swatted Niall’s ass then retrieved the bottle and a condom from the drawer. Although he wanted to bury himself in Niall, he held back. First, he needed to prep his lover.

Michael eased Niall’s ass cheeks apart and stared at the puckered pink skin. Niall flexed his hole.

“I feel your breath on my ass.” Niall groaned. “It tickles.”

“Does it?” Michael gave in to his lust and rubbed his nose along Niall’s ass cheek. He darted his tongue over the rosette, pleased when Niall jumped then moaned. Each lick and nip seemed to push Niall closer to coming apart.

“Fuck. Oh, my fuck.” Niall rolled his hips, backing into Michael’s face. “More.”

“Not yet.” He flattened his tongue and dragged it over Niall’s hole. Niall squirmed and grunted. He flexed his hole.

“Please?” Niall arched his back. “I can’t…I need…”

He’d brought Niall to the edge and forced him to speak in partial sentences. Nice. Michael stabbed his tongue against Niall’s hole then sat back on his heels.

“Michael.” Niall glanced over his shoulder. The pleading in his eyes along with the break in his voice spurred Michael on.

“I will.” Michael stood. He shucked his pants and boxers. He didn’t need any prep other than to cover his dick and to slather lube all over his cock and his lover’s hole.

Niall rested his shoulders on the ottoman and turned his face to the side. He reached between his legs and stroked his cock. Another moan escaped his lips and he closed his eyes. “Fuck, I needed this.”

“No, you don’t.” Michael swatted Niall’s ass. “Better wait for me.”

“Can’t.” A lazy smile curled on Niall’s lips.

Was the punk teasing him? Or trying to tell him to hurry up? Either way, Michael didn’t care. He ripped the condom wrapper open then covered his dick. Once he tossed the wrapper on the floor, he dribbled lube on his cock. He stroked himself, needing the hand on his body to take a little of the edge off before he sank into Niall.

Niall panted and rocked against Michael’s thigh. He didn’t say anything, but the way he flexed his asshole told Michael plenty. The orgasm wasn’t far off.

Michael slathered lube over Niall’s hole then eased his finger into his lover.

“Fuck,” Niall shouted. He pushed himself onto Michael’s digit until Michael sank in two knuckles deep. “More. Shit.”

Michael flattened his free hand on Niall’s lower back and used his other hand to pump in and out of Niall’s hole. “Breathe for me.”

Niall shuddered and panted again. “I can’t hold out much longer.”

“Me either.” Michael worked his finger from Niall’s body then lined his dick up with his lover’s hole. Inch by inch, he sank into Niall’s ass. Once he filled Niall to the hilt, he paused. Dear God, being inside Niall sent shivers through his body. He needed this—needed to be with the man who made him feel complete. He grasped Niall’s hips. He’d have to move soon, but he basked in the tightness.

“Michael.” Niall arched his back again. “Please? Fuck me.”

“Yes.” Michael shifted his hips, pulling his cock almost free of Niall’s ass. He wouldn’t need long for the orgasm to overtake him. Heat filled his veins and his skin prickled. A bead of sweat slid down his temple. He smoothed his hand over Niall’s back, comforting him.

Michael reached around Niall and wrapped his fingers around Niall’s on Niall’s cock. He built a rhythm and rocked his hips in time with Niall’s pulls on his dick.

“Fuck, that’s good.” Niall buried his face against the ottoman top and shuddered.

“Very good.” Michael increased his speed. He couldn’t have gone slower if he’d wanted to. The heat in his belly and the tingles in his veins swarmed him. He gritted his teeth and pistoned his hips. From his head to his toes, everything within him seemed to turn to goo. He growled and slammed into Niall. The climax hit him at full force and fuzzed all the thoughts in his head. Nothing mattered but Niall and Michael never wanted the moment to end.

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