Page 35 of Rocking Cedarwood

“Thought you might.” Michael tugged Niall’s cock from behind his boxer shorts. “Damn. You’re rock-hard.” He curled his fingers around Niall’s shaft and flattened his tongue over the blunt head of Niall’s erection.

A shiver ran the length of Niall’s spine and he sagged in his seat. “Sweet Jesus.” He palmed the back of Michael’s head. “Suck it. Goddamn it, that’s good.”

Michael grinned then flicked his tongue across the tip of Niall’s cock. “What? You look tense. Let go and enjoy this.”

“I am.” He wasn’t sure how he was able to form rational sentences. Each lick and nibble scrambled his brain. Niall caressed the back of Michael’s head and set the pace. Up and down, in and out of Michael’s warm mouth. Michael twisted his wrist, moving his hand along Niall’s shaft in time with his head bobbing. The combination of hand and mouth sent shock waves through Niall’s being. He shivered again and shoved his cock to the back of Michael’s throat. The warmth in his belly spread to his limbs then centered in his groin.

He groaned. “Oh, oh, man.”

Michael withdrew. He smiled up at Niall. “Don’t you dare come. I want to go for a ride.”

Niall paused. Ride? He must’ve meant he wanted Niall to ride him. Niall grasped the waistband of his jeans and boxers and pressed his shoulders into the seat back long enough to yank the garments down his legs.

Michael slid the vest from his shoulders. The garment landed on the floor without a sound. He tugged his shirt up over his head, then tossed it onto the vest. His chest heaved, and his nipples beaded. He leaned forward and picked up one of the condoms.

“You’ll need this.” Michael tossed the rubber onto Niall’s lap.

Niall nodded. He was supposed to sheath Michael? Fine. He tore the wrapper open. “Come here and I’ll put this on you. You’ll have to drop your pants first.”

Michael winked then rose to his knees. He opened the fly of his jeans. When he shoved the denim down his legs, he displayed his lack of undergarments.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Niall asked.

“Commando?” Michael shrugged and wriggled out of his pants. He sat on the floor long enough to kick out of his shoes and work the jeans the rest of the way off his body. Once fully nude, he rose onto his knees again. “I hoped you’d want me and this would happen.” He took the condom from Niall and rolled the rubber over Niall’s erection. “Don’t need any prepping, just some lube. I’m so ready for this, I might blow a gasket.”

“You’re not a bottom.”

Michael popped the top on the bottle of lube. He dribbled the clear liquid over Niall’s cock, then poured some into his hand. He crawled onto Niall’s lap.

Niall reached for the lube, but Michael kept it in his free hand. “How am I supposed to ride you when you’re on my lap?” Niall asked.

“I’m riding you.” Michael leaned forward and smashed his mouth down on Niall’s.

Michael lined Niall’s cock up with his ass. He broke the connection and scooted forward. His lips parted and his brow furrowed when he filled his ass with Niall’s cock.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Niall palmed Michael’s hips. “It’s been so long since I’ve done this. Might not remember how.” He stared into Michael’s eyes and saw straight through to his lover’s soul. He curled his fingers under Michael’s chin and kissed him. He should’ve bounced Michael on his lap or moved in some way, but the tenderness of the moment caught him. He wrapped his arms around Michael’s neck and rested his forehead against Michael’s.

“This is how it’s supposed to be.” Michael kissed Niall. “Us together.”

Niall couldn’t speak. He nodded and bit Michael’s bottom lip.

Michael braced his knees on the couch and rode Niall’s cock. Niall groaned and sucked on Michael’s tongue. Balls-deep in Michael, he felt everything within his lover. Each time Michael flexed his ass, he squeezed Niall and sent delicious tingles through Niall’s body.

Michael tipped his head back and gasped. “Jesus God, this won’t last long.” He grasped Niall’s shoulders. His fingers bit into Niall’s skin. “Fuck.”

Niall met Michael’s gaze. He pinched one of Michael’s nipples while he pumped Michael’s cock in his other hand. Michael curled forward and gritted his teeth. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the car. Michael’s skin glittered with perspiration.

Deep within Niall, the orgasm grew. His limbs failed to cooperate as the gooey feeling washed over him. Everything focused on Michael and the molten excitement in Niall’s body.

“Right there?” Niall whispered. “Come for me.”

Michael clamped his legs down on Niall’s thighs and grunted. He pressed his face to Niall’s shoulder. “Fuck me, I’m coming.” He pumped his hips a couple more times. “Fuck.”

Warm cum spurted onto Niall’s chest. Having Michael orgasm on his lap was all he needed to push him over the edge. He moaned and tugged Michael down onto his cock. He emptied his seed deep in the condom in Michael’s ass. His skin prickled and he dragged air into his lungs.

Niall closed his eyes and clung to Michael. He wasn’t sure what the future held for them, but he knew his heart. He’d never find another man like Michael and he’d probably never fall as hard for anyone else as he had for Michael.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed before either of them spoke. Michael broke the silence first.

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