Seduction Squad (3 page)

The tips of his fingers skimmed my side as he signaled me to lie down, shifting between my legs. He leaned down and parted his lips as his mouth encased my upper abs. I groaned, unable to watch as the heat of his tongue lapped at my skin. My insides tightened and lurched with a burst of butterflies. Then his hips rocked into me. Heat raged through me.

“Fuck!” I gasped.  

“Like that, Adan?” he murmured, sliding up my body to press tender kisses along my throat, causing small bursts of pleasure to course through me. His hips pulled back and suddenly he rammed them forward. Warmth shot through my insides. “Shit, Lock… Don’t stop!”

I glanced down and through the denim fabric, Lock’s erection stood long and thick, outlined by the shadows of the truck. I groaned, seeing a spot darkening the center of his jeans, knowing I had caused it. I laid my head back; my body yearned to feel him deep inside me, to have our clothes lying on the floor, no longer blocking us from doing what we wanted. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and dug my fingers into his shoulder blades. I arched against him, searching for friction. He moaned into my mouth, rocking his hips.

“Now,” he murmured huskily into my ear, licking the skin below my lobe. I shivered. “It’s your turn.”

“Tease.” Our lips connected in swift, brisk brushes, before I captured his lower lip between my own and gently pulled the tender flesh. I cupped the side of his face and twisted to face him.

Lock gasped as I shoved him back to lie flat against the rubber flooring. He stared up at me with a grin splayed across his mouth, eyes shining darkly with excitement and lust as I crawled to straddle his lap. Between my palms, I cupped his waist as I pumped my hips, rubbing our cocks together through our clothing.

His breath came out ragged and caught in his throat. His eyes were closed and every now and then his angled, defined jaw would tense. I knew he was holding back, waiting to come with me. The thought alone made my insides swirl with heat and butterflies.

I ran the tips of my fingers from his temple to his chin. He was so fucking hot—I didn’t know how I’d been so lucky to find him, to have him. As if feeling my gaze on him, he blinked open his eyes. They shone wild and bright with excitement and anticipation.

“What?” The corner of his mouth turned up, his white teeth gleaming in the light.

“Just thinking how hot you are.”

He scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes. “Thanks—but aren’t all firefighters hot? I mean, we do basically live in fire.”

A smirk curved the edges of my mouth. I skimmed my lips along his neck. “Hmm, do you mind if I put out your fire then?” I brushed his earlobe with my upper lip.

He shuddered beneath me, chuckled, and turned his head, granting me more access. “You’re so corny.”

“Mmm, I know.” I nibbled his earlobe, causing him to exhale a deep, needy breath.

“Here,” he breathed. My eyes opened just in time to see his hand appearing from his back pocket. He placed several foil packets alongside us. For a moment, I stared at them, as though the packets were foreign to me.

“Adan…”

I looked up. “What?”

“Stop putting it off.”

Foreplay I could do. I knew I could drive him crazy with it, but this… I wasn’t so confident with. I nodded and exhaled, taking a packet between my fingers, which abruptly felt weak and unable to work. Lock’s eyes were fixed on my hands, quivering as I tore open the silver packet. When I went to part the edges and dip my fingers inside, a tremble surged through my hand. I groaned, frustrated.

“Relax,” he murmured, sitting up. He took my hands into his and squeezed clear goo into one of my palms. Big cool dollops fell into my hand, feeling almost like jelly.

Our eyes met as we lifted our heads. Lock pressed his lips to mine, and I exhaled a shaky breath, allowing my eyes to drift closed.

“Relax. You’ll do fine.”

“I don’t want to disappoint or hurt you.”

“You won’t—you never have.” He cupped my jaw as he pressed his lips to mine. He leaned back, our foreheads still pressed together, so he could stare into my eyes. “I want you so much, Adan. I love you. I always will. You could never disappoint me. You’re amazing,” he said softly, molding his lips to my own.

I exhaled between kisses as he reached between us and pulled my length from the confinement of my pajamas. The heat of his palm burned against me, then his hand disappeared as he swiped his fingers through the goo. I inhaled a shaky breath, allowing my eyes to flutter closed as his fingers curled around my erection, coating my cock in the cool substance. The heat of his hand and the coolness of the lube felt so good. Such a contrast. I exhaled a shaky moan and slowly rocked my hips into his palm, urging him to work faster as he lightly pinched my tip. I hissed, then groaned when he rubbed his hand along my cock. I allowed my head to loll back. But then his touch disappeared.

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and found Lock balanced on his good hand and knees, wiggling his ass, his sac centered by his toned legs and his jeans pinned to the floor under his knees. A pang of fire coursed through my stomach as the dim light filtering through the windows shone off his beautifully toned, tanned cheeks. Slowly, meaning to tease him and prolong the anticipation, I crawled forward, out of my pajamas, and sat beside him.

He sucked in a breath when I flicked my tongue against his pucker then replaced it with a dollop of lube. He gasped at the cold sensation and then again at the pressure of my finger, asking for access. His muscles slowly relaxed and granted me entrance. He was so warm and tight. I had almost forgotten what it felt like as as my finger slid snugly inside him. When his inner muscles clenched around me, I was forced to still my hand and allow him time to adjust. I’d been so focused on pleasuring him, I’d almost forgotten that I had to take my time. Unlike me, Lockland wasn’t used to this.

I leaned up onto my knees and brushed my lips along his spine. Lock shuddered beneath my touch and when his channel relaxed, I slid another finger inside and reached deep, grazing his prostate. Strangled whimpers and gasps rose from his throat as he allowed his head to fall forward. His fringe hung freely over his forehead. His jaw and the muscles along his neck tensed. A fresh sheen of sweat coated his skin as he moved back and forth against my fingers, forcing them deeper.

“Ah… Fuck. Adan.” He panted, spiking my attention. “I want
you
. Please.”

For a moment, I closed my eyes and exhaled.
I can’t disappoint him.
I shifted to kneel and reached around his waist, taking his cock into my palm. He groaned and pumped his hips into my hand. Letting go, I cupped his hips between my hand and arched my back, rubbing my cock along his pucker. I shuddered at the sensation as I wound my arm back around his waist. His hand found mine and our fingers twined against the ripples of his stomach.

“Oh shit,” Lock whimpered as I rocked against him again. He arched back, urging me to enter him. I reached down and pressed my tip to his entrance as his body drew me in. His walls were hot as they grasped my tip and flexed around me. He moaned and turned his head to the side, biting down on his lower lip. “Deeper,” he whispered, leaning forward. His body clasped me and drew me the rest of the way in. “Fuck…” He grimaced.

“Lock, you okay?” I asked, leaning over his back, winding my free arm around his collarbone.

“Yeah, just, just give me a minute.”

“Breathe,” I whispered, brushing kisses along his neck. He lifted his head and exhaled a shaky breath, shifting back to sit in my lap. Cupping the side of my face, he guided me to his mouth and licked my lower lip, asking for access. I complied and parted my lips, allowing his tongue to explore me. When my tongue found his, they fought until I felt Lockland’s inner muscles slowly relax and release their grasp from around me. 

My fingers tightened around his hand as I slowly pumped my hips. He moaned and whimpered, pulling away to press his temple to my forehead. His eyes fluttered closed as he relaxed in my arms, riding my slow, steady pumps. He moaned, his jaw tensing.

“You feel amazing inside me,” he whispered.

I brushed my lips along his jawbone while extending my tongue and flicking its tip along his skin. “Why did you want me to top you tonight?”

“I know you don’t like doing this, and it’s hard for you…”

“And?” I pushed, knowing when he trailed off like that, there was more behind his words than what he let on.

Lock shuddered under my lips trailing down along his neck as I pumped my hips harder. His inner muscles flexed around me as he exhaled. “Sometimes, I just want to be comforted—I don’t want to be or
appear
to be stronger than I am.” My cock pulsed hot inside him as tiny sparks of pleasure licked at my tip and coursed along my erection toward my spine. I whimpered into his shoulder, slowing my pumps in the hope of extending our time together.

“Harder, Adan. I-I need you.”

I skimmed the tips of my fingers over the curves and indents of his body, following the dip of his V until I reached his thick, erect cock lying against his stomach. He exhaled a shaky breath, shuddering when I caressed the skin between his sac and pucker. The deep pumps of my hips ground into him, and Lock’s inner walls clamped down around me.

“Oh fuck, yesss,” he mumbled, releasing our hands. He pressed his palm against the floor and leaned forward, making it easier for my length to reach deep inside his body.

My other hand pumped his thick shaft, and the leaking tip coated my fingers in its warm, sticky essence. I wanted to raise my fingers to my lips and suck them clean, but I resisted, not wanting Lockland to lose the pleasure I was handing him. His cock pulsated and spasmed in my palm as tingles and sparks licked at my tailbone.

I pulled back and rammed deep inside him, grazing his prostate. He bucked within my hold. He felt amazing around me, his hot walls clenching and squeezing my cock with every pump of my hips as moans escaped his parted lips. His head hung between his shoulders. Short ropes of hair clung to the back of his neck. The chain of my pendant glinted in the low light as sweat shimmered across his skin. Small beads of fresh moisture rolled along his spine.

I pulled back and slammed back inside him, forcing a loud groan from Lockland’s throat. “Ah! Fuck, Adan!” Hearing my name sworn like that coursed flames throughout my insides and fueled the force behind the quickening of my hips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Lock whimpered incoherently.

My heart hammered and my lungs burned. Knowing his whimpers were all my doing triggered stronger tingling sensations in my tailbone. They raced through my center and reached my sac. My insides tightened and clenched, reaching new unexplored waves of intense fluttering and bliss that I’d never experienced. I slammed deep inside Lock.

“Fuck!” He groaned and his muscles clenched around my erection, milking me of every drop as he came in my hand, coating my fingers in thick ropes of his sweet essence. I pressed my forehead into the back of his shoulder blade, panting heavily as rainbow spots danced across my closed eyelids. My legs and arms quivered, fighting to hold my weight.

Lockland chuckled as he turned his head and panted. “That was amazing, Adan.”

My cheeks flushed. Pride pulled at the corners of my mouth as I pressed my lips to his shoulder. Lock’s palm found the side of my face, guiding my lips to tangle with his.

“And I believe this is yours,” he whispered. Taking my hand, he opened my fingers and placed something cool into my palm, then curled my fingers around it. I looked down, seeing the silver metal cross glinting against my skin.

“You should keep it.”

“But it’s yours.” Lock twisted around and pressed our foreheads together. I allowed my eyes to drift closed as I just enjoyed the moment of silence with my boyfriend. After being so crazy busy, it was nice to just be with one another. The night was almost silent. Apart from our breathing, the only other sound that filled our ears was the crickets making their presence known on the street outside.

Lockland yawned, and I pressed my lips to his bicep. “We better get to bed.”

“Mmm, carry me.”

I laughed, reaching for my sweatpants. “I carry girls, boys, and women, not fully grown capable men.”

“Slacker.” He grinned, shoving me.

“Eh!” I chucked, shoving him back. Lock fell and I darted forward, resting my hands on either side of his head. He stared up at me, eyes blazing as my gaze became fixed on his perfectly curved lips. I leaned down, about to caress his lips with mine, when my stomach rumbled. Lock snickered as I shifted back. “I think I’m a little hungry.”

“A little?” He grabbed his jeans. “A little doesn’t make a sound like that.”

“I may have skipped dinner.”

“What, why?” He slid his shirt over his head and tucked it into his jeans.

“How could I think of food when you were in the hospital?”

He sighed and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side as he pressed his lips to my temple. “C’mon. I’ll make you something. I’m pretty sure I saw some of Jay’s chicken leftover from last night.”

Lockland shoved open the door and reached for my hand. Our fingers twined together. Lock leaped from the truck first and as I landed beside him, a voice startled us.