Put a Ring on It (27 page)
After stripping off his jacket and shirt, Oz dropped the condom and lube next to Jax’s hip and peeled the elastic holding his briefs on out and over his dick, baring the swell of his ass but leaving the band tucked right under the curve. Jax settled onto his forearms, tipping his hips up in invitation.
Oz stroked Jax’s ass. Firm with a little jiggle at the crest, and that’s where he’d been hiding all his body hair. Soft fur, never been waxed like the rest of him. Oz pulled the cheeks apart and rested his dick in the crease. Jax’s breath seized and then stuttered out. First palming all the muscles around his spine, Oz then stretched out over Jax’s back, hands resting over his sensitive pecs.
“Sweet cake, boy. If we were someplace else, I’d eat it nice and slow.”
Jax groaned, squeezing around Oz’s cock, until he had to thrust just a little to ease the pressure.
“You think you can do that when I’m in you?”
“I’m dying to find out.”
Oz pinched Jax’s nipples and buried a laugh in his shoulder. “Okay, then. Let me know if I go too fast.”
He should be in a rush. The store would be closing in half an hour and their cars would become a point of curiosity for the departing employees. But he wanted to savor this. Like the melted syrup and cream at the bottom of a sundae, he didn’t want this unexpected treat to be over so soon.
He did his best to warm the lube on his fingers before touching it to the soft dent hidden in the hair. It opened, but he didn’t slide in. He rubbed the rim, stretching, smoothing, slicking the place his cock was aching to feel. The throb of blood at the tip made his hips move, but he still took his time.
Jax tried to drive back onto his finger. “I think that may be the opposite of too fast.”
Oz stroked a hand down the tight muscles of Jax’s back. “I’m not teasing to get you to beg.”
“Okay?” Jax sounded unconvinced.
Oz had been with guys whose eyes were bigger than their asses. And even if Jax was sure of himself, a little extra time to get things right always paid off.
Oz dipped a finger deeper, and Jax rocked back to take it to the knuckle. A little more lube and he was grinding on two, making groans that pulled Oz’s balls tight with need. There was doing the other guy right and there was getting caught in a parking lot with his pants down. Oz wiped his fingers on his shirt and suited up.
It was always good, and always the toughest part. The first touch of heat, even through the condom, that grasping twitching heat made him want to dive in. Jax’s ass tried to suck him in fast, but Oz knew they’d have to start again if he pushed too hard. He rocked, savoring the agony of the wait while the firm ring moved, then opened, letting him sink in just enough.
“Jesus.” The words came out of Jax’s throat in torn-off gasps, like every one was a fight to get out. “Okay. I. Get it. Now.”
Oz took the hand that had been guiding his dick and rubbed it along the sweating skin of Jax’s back. “Push back when you’re ready.”
That got a hoarse almost-laugh.
A shift, a softening, and then Jax spread his knees, sinking down, more heat, more need tugging on Oz’s cock, all that welcoming pressure, making him shudder.
The rest of Jax’s body trembled, slick, sweating. Oz reached around, not for his cock, but to play with his nipple, a hard pinch.
“
Yes
.” Or at least it sounded like a yes. Mostly it was a hiss from closed teeth.
Oz needed to know for sure. “Ready?”
“No. But God, I want it anyway.” Jax pushed back, sucking more of Oz inside. “Go.”
Another pinch, his other arm firm around Jax’s waist, and Oz gave him everything he could manage. One stroke, out, and then he sank all the way, the final bit of resistance switching to be a pull as deep-rooted as gravity. He pulled out again and drove back in, a thrust that locked them together with the power of an industrial magnet, a solid
click
that echoed through his body.
Jax grunted, then “Good, fucking perfect. So good.”
It was. Oz only wished he’d been able to see Jax’s face when he’d slammed home. See what his eyes looked like with his ass full of Oz’s dick. Bend him in half to kiss that wide mouth.
Jax moved first, rocking himself up and then back. Oz braced a foot against the wheel well for leverage, and then they were fucking. The sweet force of it. Friction and power. Muscles and sweat. Jax found a grip on the seat back and shifted the angle, and damn, Oz swore he went in even farther, or maybe it was the way Jax tightened on him, shuddering.
Hearing the shift in the tone of Jax’s grunts, Oz rubbed his chin across Jax’s back. “Your hand or mine?”
“Both. Then just you.”
Oz nodded and reached for Jax’s dick, closing around the slick, velvety skin, right under the head as he waited for Jax to show him what he liked. When Jax’s hand covered his, big but uncallused, he led him in short tight strokes, thumb gliding over the crown.
“I got you. Going to give it to you good.” Oz gave a rough openmouthed kiss full of teeth to Jax’s shoulder blade, and Jax’s hand fell away.
With a hand on his chest to get Jax spread over Oz’s lap, he mimicked those tight strokes with his hips, hammering away.
“Right there. Jesus. Any more good and I’ll pass the fuck out.” And then the pitch of Jax’s breathing, even his moans shifted, became higher. Almost a whine. “Oh fuck.”
Oz managed a pinch on the nipple under his fingers as he felt Jax go. Beautiful hard body shaking, hips stuttering, slick, hot come spilling over onto Oz’s hand as the pulses locked tight enough around Oz’s dick to make him gasp.
“Damn,” he murmured into the flat plate of Jax’s shoulder. “You got a sweet tight ass on you.”
“Thanks. You’ve got one hell of a nice cock.”
Jax’s light tone forced a laugh from Oz that made Jax suck in a tight breath. Oz began to ease out, and Jax stopped him, reaching back to his hip.
“It’s okay. You can finish.” A long breath. “In me, I mean. I like it.”
“Let me get a little more lube, then.”
Jax tightened his ass enough to make them both gasp, and rolled his hips.
“Or not.” Oz managed as the need in his balls took over every other function of his body. It was slick enough, hot enough. Oh sweet Lord, tight enough. Jax dropped facedown on the tarp, and Oz gave in to the demand burning through ass and thighs and dick. He fucked. Hard, fast jerks, then longer, deeper, but still fast, so fast. So damned good inside him. So wet and pulsing, and his brain flashed a warning too damned late because he couldn’t stop now. Somehow he managed to pull out after the second sweet pulse blasted out of him, catching the rest in his hand as it oozed through the split in the condom.
Had it been too small, too old, or were they too rough?
“What—” Jax turned, crouching in the cramped space. “—oh.”
Oz didn’t need more than two fingers to count the number of partners he’d had since Joaquín had moved out. He’d tested negative a month after Joaquín left. Statistics and probability were on their side, probably in the 90 percent range, but if it had been a sure thing, they wouldn’t have needed the condom. “Sorry.”
“No. Not your fault. I guess there’s a reason they say not to carry them in your wallet.”
“You didn’t happen to buy baby wipes?”
Jax’s brow furrowed. “Wait. Yes, they were on the list.”
If guilt hadn’t shredded Oz’s postcome high, he might have been curious about the list, but mostly he just wanted to clean up. Erase it. Jax produced the small packet and tore it open.
Oz stripped off the useless condom and wiped himself off, not looking at the other man. “My last test was negative.” Fifteen months ago. “And they have that pill now.” He would never take a risk. Not with Ayla and Regan in the picture. But this man didn’t—wouldn’t know that.
Rented Lexus, couldn’t be hurting for money. If their positions were reversed, Oz would be at his doctor’s before they opened. And probably angry.
“I pulled out as soon as I felt—”
“It’s fine.” The man’s tone was flat, but not with suppressed anger—something like disinterest, boredom. “Like you said, there’s an after pill for this kind of thing.” He dragged on his jeans.
As Jax he felt around the tarp for his shirt, Oz took a last look at that muscle-ridged, too-late-to-lick-at torso.
Oz slipped his belt through the buckle and stuffed the wadded-up mess in his hand into the pocket of his khakis. “I—it was a really good time.”
“Definitely.” The polished voice was back.
Despite the abrupt end, it really had been. Hot enough that Oz would have found a way to keep things lasting till dawn if he didn’t have the kids waiting at home with his sister. But if the condom hadn’t ripped, Oz wondered if he’d still be taking a business card out of his wallet.
The man—Jax—tugged his shirt over his head and stuffed the wipes back into his store bag.
No, in any other situation, Oz probably wouldn’t have done it. Cupped Jax’s neck to pull him into one last and unexpectedly lingering kiss, yes. But it was straight-up guilt that had him pressing the card into Jax’s hand.
“If… my cell number’s on it.”
Guilt, Oz was all too familiar with. Lust too. But something else made Oz lean into the other man again and drop a kiss on the mouth that seemed frozen in a smile. “Good night.”
K.A. MITCHELL
discovered the magic of writing at an early age when she learned that a carefully crayoned note of apology sent to the kitchen in a toy truck would earn her a reprieve from banishment to her room. Her career as a spin-control artist was cut short when her family moved to a two-story house and her trucks would not roll safely down the stairs. Around the same time, she decided that Chip and Ken made a much cuter couple than Ken and Barbie and was perplexed when invitations to play Barbie dropped off. She never stopped making stuff up, though, and was surprised to find out that people would pay her to do it. Although the men in her stories usually carry more emotional baggage than even LAX can lose in a year, she guarantees they always find their sexy way to a happy ending.
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Put a Ring on It
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