Free Diversion 2 - Collusion by Eden Winters Page B

all Lucky’s. Lucky’s hell cat. Wait a damn minute! Mine?
Bo unzipped Lucky’s jeans and Lucky’s brain fuzzed out. He fell back on the bed, letting his own personal stripper take control. Jeans and boxers around his knees, Lucky watched his cock disappear into Bo’s wide-open mouth. Oh sweet mercy!
Hot, tight pressure, slipsliding over Lucky’s cock. Not hot enough, not tight enough, not fast enough. Oh please, suck me harder! Bo ran his tongue up and down Lucky’s shaft in slow motion. That fantastic mouth withdrew and Lucky stifled a whimper. Bo made short work of shoes, socks, jeans, and boxers. Lucky recovered enough brain cells to strip off his own shirt— halfway. Bo took over from there.
The music changed from hard and driving to a slower one-two rhythm. Bo pulled open a drawer on the bedside table. “You asked me what I like,” he said. “Let me show you.”

CHAPTER 7
    Lucky expected condoms and lube, but not the oblong box Bo removed from the drawer. Avoiding Lucky’s eyes, Bo opened the box. A flesh-tone rubber phallus lay inside, about seven inches long.
    Lucky seized the base of his cock, fighting back the sudden jolt of arousal. Holy shit! That dildo, sliding in and out of Bo. Fuck! What an image.
    He started to speak, but Bo flinched. Shutting up now . The snarkmaster shouldn’t say a damned thing. Lord knew what Bo expected, and yeah, not so long ago, he would have been right. The man was taking a big chance with his toy and Lucky’s absence of a brain-to-mouth filter.
    Lucky weighed several possible responses, settling for, “You want me to use this on you?”
Bo nodded.
    Holy shit! I’m asleep and dreaming my favorite fantasy. Mouth suddenly dry, Lucky managed to get out, “Lie down.”
He moved over, allowing Bo to stretch out on the bed. Bo’s erection faded, and the poor guy still wouldn’t meet Lucky’s eyes. Lucky bent down and kissed him, taking the box from his hand and placing it aside. “I’m gonna make it good for you,” he promised.
Flickering candlelight played over Bo’s sheened muscles. Lucky wrapped one hand around the base of Bo’s cock and worked the foreskin up and down the shaft. Faster and faster he went while Bo moaned and squirmed. “Stop!” Bo cried, “I’m too close.”
Lucky released his hold and nudged Bo’s legs apart to settle between. He squirted lube onto his fingers and massaged Bo’s opening, pressing harder and harder until the tips of two digits popped inside. In, out, in,out, add more lubrication, in, out…
He paused long enough to fumble the dildo out of the box, slick the sides, and line the bulbous head up with Bo’s hole. Bo emitted a long, low hiss as the rubber breached his body.
“That is so fucking hot,” Lucky murmured. He held his breath, watching Bo’s pucker stretch to allow the intrusion. That’s how he looks when my cock’s in there.
Lucky shuddered. If he gave in to temptation, he’d toss the dildo onto the floor, crawl on top of the man, and mindlessly pump to completion. But this wasn’t about Lucky. This was Bo’s fantasy. With the fake cock seated as far as Lucky dared, he slowly pulled it back until only the head remained inside, then slipped it out completely. Bo’s ring quickly contracted. Lucky reinserted the toy, thrusting more forcefully.
“Oh, hell yeah,” Bo moaned.
Faster and harder Lucky stroked, glancing up at Bo’s blissful face. Knees spread wide, Bo rocked on the bed, urging Lucky on. “Suck me!”
Lucky wrapped his lips around Bo’s cock, bobbing in time with the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Oh God, oh God!” Bo chanted.
Lucky pulled off, replacing his mouth with his hand to watch Bo’s face.
Eyes unfocused, Bo convulsed, barely human sounds emerging from his throat. Lucky desperately wanted to jerk the dildo out and fill Bo’s body, but waited. A jet of white shot from Bo’s cock and Bo grabbed Lucky’s hand, forcing a tighter grasp. Come spattered his chest.
“Ah, ah, ah!” Lucky