Page 10 of Lover
“Oh God, fuck, Rory,” Shannon muttered, running his hands through Rory’s hair, holding his head still while he fucked his mouth. “Food...eat...God, that feels amazing...dinner.”
Rory let Shannon’s dick fall from his mouth and looked up into his glassy blue eyes. “I told you. I’ve been looking forward to eating you for dinner all day.” He stood, grabbing Shannon by the neck and jerking his body close, claiming his mouth with his lips now swollen from sucking his dick. Shannon was dry humping his hip, begging Rory to shut up and fuck him, right there, right now. “If you insist.” Rory grinned lasciviously, turning Shannon around and sliding his legs apart with his foot.
Dropping to his knees again, Rory licked the path from Shannon’s balls up to the bottom of his spine, loving the low, deep moan he was awarded. “Oh, my fucking...hell, Rory, please...oh, God...yeah.” Shannon babbled incoherently, and Rory loved every second of it. He’d never had a lover as responsive as his young, vibrant, sexy Shannon. And the man’s sexual appetite was never sated. He sucked and licked Shannon’s opening, biting the sensitive flesh, relishing the noises falling from Shannon’s lips. Reaching around, he began jacking his lover’s cock, keeping his strokes in time with the tongue he was dipping into Shannon’s hole. His dick was so hard it hurt, and if he didn’t do something about it soon, he was liable to come in his pants.
Running his tongue up the length of Shannon’s spine, he stood, rubbing his clothed body against Shannon’s naked ass. “Tell me what you want, Shan. You want me to fuck you right here up against the counter? Or maybe I’ll lay you out on the dining table and fuck you until you scream my name and beg for release,” Rory whispered seductively, unbuckling his belt, the zipper sounding like a drum in his ears as he slowly lowered it.
Shannon sucked in a breath, body shuddering. “Why do I have to choose? Can’t you do both?” His voice was broken, laced with need. Rory lowered his pants and boxers just enough to release his cock, rubbing his stiff length along Shannon’s crease, and the man fucking trembled.
“Jesus, Shan, you drive me fucking crazy. Do you know that? Come here.” He ran his fingers through Shannon’s hair, his grip firm but gentle, tugging his head back so he could kiss the hell out of him. “Condoms and lube?”
“Bedroom.” Shannon’s body vibrated in his hands as Rory ran his fingers down Shannon’s arm.
“Do. Not. Move.” Rory spoke while kicking off his shoes and pants on his way to the bedroom, discarding his shirt and tie on the way back. He stopped a few feet away, watching Shannon. He was the epitome of unadulterated longing. Hands on the counter, legs still spread apart the way Rory had left him, his breathing labored, body quivering with anticipation. “Turn around and look at me, Shan.”
Looking over his shoulder, Shannon slowly turned, licking his lips. Rory was jacking his cock, eyes trailing over every square inch of normally ivory-white, now flushed skin. “You want this, baby?” Mouth open, but obviously unable to find words, Shannon gave him a jerky head nod. Setting the bottle of lube on the table, Rory tore open a condom and rolled it down his length, watching as Shannon’s eyes grew darker. Dropping the silver wrapper on the floor, he grabbed the lube and squirted a generous amount onto the head of his latex-covered cock, fisting himself as he took a few steps closer to Shannon.
His breath hitched, eyes trained on Rory’s cock. Wrapping one hand around Shannon’s neck when he reached him, Rory pulled him into a kiss, his other hand sliding behind Shannon and into his crease. Shannon moaned into the kiss as Rory slid one finger inside him, then a second. They were both so worked up that a lot of prep wasn’t needed. He grabbed Shannon’s ass, lifting him off the ground, turning and seating him on the table. “I think I’ll have my dessert before dinner,” he whispered, sliding into Shannon’s warm, welcoming body with one long, slow push.
“Rory, please, more.” Shannon begged, wrapping his legs around Rory’s waist and lifting his ass up off the table.
He was always careful not to go too far or be too rough with his young lover unless he specifically asked for it. He could tell there were demons that haunted Shannon’s past, and one day he’d trust Rory enough to tell him everything. Until then, he was determined not to hurt the man he was falling for. “More what, Shan? You have to tell me.”
Rory pulled out until just the head of his dick was in Shannon’s body, sliding back in with a bit of force. Shannon gasped. “Please Rory, just fuck me.” He stared up at Rory, eyes pleading. “I want you so deep in me that I can’t tell where my body ends and yours begins.”
“Holy fuck, Shan, I can’t even think when you say things like that.” Rory growled, pulling out and slamming back into Shannon’s body a little harder.
“No thinking...just fucking fuck me.”
And so he did, fast and hard with enough force that he had to follow the table across the room as it slid a few inches closer to the wall with each shove. Shannon lifted his legs over Rory’s shoulders, sitting up and leaning back on his hands, his limber body practically folded in half. “Shan, baby, you’re so beautiful.” Rory praised him, watching Shannon’s cock bounce with each push of his hips, sending his dick deep inside Shannon’s channel.
Cheeks rosy, lips swollen and pink from kissing and biting down to stop from screaming, hair a wild fucking mess, Shannon was utterly and completely sexy. And the way he held eye contact with Rory while they were fucking like animals on the kitchen table only added to the arousal flooding Rory’s veins. He could feel Shannon’s body tightening around him; his lover was close. Grabbing his cock, Rory set a punishing pace, jacking Shannon until he erupted with a flurry of shouts and curses, his body rigid.
Rory was right behind him—just a few thrusts and he was filling the condom with his seed. Collapsing on top of Shannon, he stayed there, bodies still jerking in the wake of their mutual orgasms. “I think we worked up an appetite, Agent Landers,” Shannon teased, both of them laughing when Rory’s stomach growled.
Shannon pushed him up. “Come on then, let me feed you. Gotta keep your strength up for round two.”
“You are insatiable, but I love it.” Rory stood, smacking Shannon on the ass when he climbed off the table.
After filling their bellies, Shannon showed Rand the hardwood flooring that had been installed in what would be the living room area once he finished. They made love again, this time in the bed, before showering and falling back into bed. Rory lay there watching Shannon sleep, the words bouncing around in his brain.I love you.But did he really? After all, they’d only known each other for four months. Shannon grew more comfortable with him the longer they were together, only graduating to sleepovers recently. He thought about him all the time and missed Shannon like crazy when he had to travel to Virginia or Washington. He’d asked Shannon to accompany him to Washington the last time he’d gone, but Shannon declined. It wasn’t the “No, thank you” that bothered Rory. It was the sudden paleness of Shan’s complexion, the cold fear in his eyes that worried him. It wasn’t the first time Rory mentioned Washington that Shannon grew quiet, almost afraid. He was convinced that the darkness Shannon was keeping to himself had something to do with Washington, but Rory feared trying to pry it out of his lover might make him pull away, or worse, run.
Shannon rolled onto his side, sliding his leg between Rory’s and muttering incoherently. Rory kissed him on the temple, snuggling closer and closing his eyes, finally drifting off to sleep.
Chapter Eight
Rand Summer 2016
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Arriving at the Moores’cottage at Martha’s Vineyard, Rand was impressed with the stunning view. It was like something you normally only saw in a painting or a magazine or splashed across a movie screen. He was taking it all in when something—well, someone—on the beach caught his eye.
“Who is that?” Rand asked.
“Gonna have to be more specific,” Frank responded.
As it turned out, blond and beautiful had a name, Shannon Dupree. He also had a boyfriend, Agent Rory Landers. Well, Rand was always up for a good challenge. “We’ll just see about that.”
“Rand, seriously, do not start any shit here today.” He waved off Frank’s warning, walking the path down to the beach. Good lord, but the man was beautiful. Tall and thin with white-blond hair and eyes the color of the sky on a sunny day, Shannon Dupree was captivating. Oddly, Rand found himself watching both Shannon and Rory with rapt attention. He’d rarely seen this side of the agent he worked with closely as of late. He’d let his hair grow out and had it pulled back into a ponytail, his green eyes full of mischief as he watched Shannon spinning in a circle, laughing.
