Page 93 of Honorable Convictions
“What?” Pierson managed, though it was muffled against Mitchell’s lips as he kissed him.
“I need you,” Mitchell murmured. Slamming them into a wall, he thrust his aching crotch into Pierson, who moaned.
“I thought…I thought you wanted snuggles.”
“After, dammit.” His hair was taken in Pierson’s fists, and Mitchell dug his fingers into the muscles of his back. “I want you.”
“Bedroom.”
Spinning Pierson away from the wall, Mitchell walked him backward to their room. Not wanting any space between them, he couldn’t stop from plundering his mouth, so it took countless minutes to finally get to their bed. Once they crossed the threshold, Mitchell forced himself to release Pierson, who he pushed away. “Take off your clothes.”
“You first.”
Lifting an eyebrow at the taunt, Mitchell licked his lips while Pierson watched raptly. Then he grabbed the hem of his polo and slowly pulled it up his torso and chest. It fluttered carelessly to the floor. With Pierson’s attention firmly focused on him, he unsnapped his jeans and toed off his shoes. Pierson’s breath was coming in pants as he dragged his zipper down. The want in those gorgeous green eyes was intoxicating, so Mitchell ran his fingers around the edge of his pants before he shoved them over his hips. Once past his ankles, he stepped out of them and tore off his socks.
“Why the fuck are you still wearing underwear?” Pierson demanded.
With a grin, Mitchell cupped himself through the dark fabric. It felt incredible, so he gave himself a squeeze. Although he certainly wasn’t going to come that way, the friction was welcome. “Do you like what you see, Blondie?”
“You’re the one that gets off watching me finger myself.”
“I get off watching you do anything to yourself.”
“I’m not saying I don’t like it, but at least pull out your dick.”
Lowering the fabric of his briefs, Mitchell freed his cock and stroked it lightly. “Is that better?”
Pierson tore off his shirt, and seconds later, his jeans and underwear were on the floor with his shoes and socks. Naked, he dropped to his knees in front of Mitchell. “I want to suck you.”
Mitchell shook his head. “Not happening. Not today.”
His mate’s hands reached out and his fingers wrapped around Mitchell’s wrist, forcing him to stop jerking himself. “I think today is a perfect one for it.”
Their eyes locked. “Blondie, come on. No.”
Pierson grabbed his briefs and pulled them until they were nothing more than a small puddle of cotton lying at his feet. “When you think about getting your dick sucked, it should only be about me and us.”
“Says the man with the eidetic memory.”
“I can’t forget things, Mitch, but I’ve learned that doesn’t mean I have to dwell on them.”
Mitchell’s cock slipped between Pierson’s lips, and desire rippled through him. Sucking his cheeks in, Pierson moved over Mitchell’s shaft. His hand grasped the silky blond of his hair, and he stayed in the present as Pierson worked on perfecting the blowjob for posterity. There were no flashes to the past, and he concentrated on nothing but Pierson pleasuring him. Two palms settled on his flanks and he liked the squeeze of his ass as his mate picked up speed.
His balls tightened, and his brain told him to let go…to let his seed wash down the throat of the exquisite man giving him amazing head. However, that wasn’t the dream he’d cherished of his mating day, so he forced his nerve endings to resist every instinct and took a step away.
“What the fuck?” Pierson demanded while Mitchell made his way across the room. After ripping open the nightstand drawer, he dug out the lube which he tossed to Pierson.
“Get stretched and slick, I need to fuck you.”
Pierson’s eyes widened, but he nodded as he jumped to his feet. Mitchell helped him out by shoving the throw pillows to the floor and yanking the sheets out of the way. Once Pierson was settled on the mattress, Mitchell took a seat at the base of it with his spine resting against the footboard, and he swore Pierson purred as two of his fingers slid into his ass. It didn’t matter how often he watched Pierson pleasure himself that way, it was still exciting, and he’d sign up for it a million times a day if it were feasible.
Wanting to jerk himself again, he forced himself to squelch that impulse as Pierson moaned, and his knees slid a little on the silk of their sheets. Unable to help himself, he grabbed the lube where Pierson had dropped it and applied it liberally to his cock. Instead of giving in to his desire to jam it into his mate, it was a single digit he pressed inside him.
“Ungh, yes,” Pierson groaned as they stretched him together.
Mitchell found Pierson’s prostate, and the sounds coming out of his mate got louder. “Are you ready, Blondie?” he asked after several minutes.
“Hurry the fuck up before I come.”
