Free Fahey's Flaw by Jenna Byrnes

inside your end. My new favorite place to be.”
    Reilly spread Wynn’s ass cheeks and nuzzled his hole.
    Wynn’s eyes rolled back in his head. He’d enjoyed a rim job on occasion but— sweet Jesus! —no one had ever done anything like what Reilly was now doing with his tongue. Pressing the organ into Wynn’s ass, working it past the tight outer ring… Wynn gasped.
    He was so close to coming he could taste it. “Please,” he mumbled.
    Reilly drew back. “Please stop?”
    “Oh, God no!” Wynn shuddered when the tongue invaded his ass again. One or two tugs on his shaft and he’d spray all over the sheets. He nearly reached for his cock himself.
    “Patience, lover,” Reilly murmured and sucked another noisy hickey on the back of Wynn’s other thigh.
    “Ouch!” Wynn jumped. The pleasure-pain combo was powerful and more erotic than anything he’d ever experienced.
    “Marking my territory.” Reilly chuckled. “Did the big bad detective really just say ‘ouch’?”
    “Fuck yeah, and if you tell anyone I’ll have to deny it.”
    “I’ll never tell.” He sucked Wynn’s heavy ball sac into his mouth. “God, you’re shuddering, baby. And working up a sweat.”
    “Need you,” Wynn muttered again, barely conscious. He felt like he was floating, and he never wanted to come down to earth again.
    “Tell me what you need,” Reilly coaxed it out of him. “Tell me exactly what you want, right now.”
    “Fuck me—hard—and take me with you when you go.”
    “It’s like you were reading my mind.” Reilly donned a condom then squirted lube into his hand, greasing his shaft along with Wynn’s hole. He lay on his side behind Wynn and kicked one of Wynn’s legs over his. Then, with steady force, eased his cock into Wynn’s ass with a smooth, steady motion.
    Wynn’s groan was low and throaty.
    Reilly chuckled and wrapped his arms around Wynn’s stomach from behind. He latched on to one shoulder and sucked as he fucked with precise intensity.
    The rhythmic, steady pummeling was nearly more than Wynn could bear. “Need to come,” he gasped.
    “Play with yourself,” Reilly commanded.
    Wynn grabbed his cock and tugged. A long, slow moan escaped and it took a moment before he realized it’d come from him.
    Reilly reached down, covering Wynn’s hand with his own, and jacked the leaking erection firmly. “Come on, sugar. Spray my hand with your spunk so I can lick it up.”
    Still gasping, Wynn stroked a few more times. Close. So close .
    “Just say the word, lover-boy. I’m going to fill the latex in your ass whenever you give the order.” Reilly found a different spot and sucked, marking his skin with at least the fourth hickey of the night.
    Wynn shattered. “Now,” he ground out as he covered both their hands with hot seed.
    Reilly gripped his hip and plunged deep two, three, four more times before he blew. Groaning and swearing, he filled the rubber, judging by the heat in Wynn’s ass.
    They rocked together as one, slowly, precisely and passionately.
    Wynn swiped an errant tear from his cheek and hoped Reilly hadn’t seen it.
    His lover began kissing his face where the tear had been. He’d seen it, but had enough grace not to mention it. Reilly raised his hand and began licking the warm spunk off as he’d promised, keeping his gaze glued to Wynn’s.
    Wynn sighed. The events of the evening had taken their toll. If he’d been home he might have curled up in a ball and let it out. This way was much, much better. He pressed his face toward Reilly’s lips and murmured, “Just to clarify, I think we are.”
    Reilly brushed a thumb across Wynn’s cheek. “We are what, baby?”
    Wynn smiled. “Together. I think we’re together.”
    Grinning, Reilly placed a light kiss on his mouth. “Of course we are. Life is just a little crazy right now. When things calm down, we’ll have more time to figure everything out.”
    Wynn nuzzled his cheek. “I like the way you think. In fact, I like the way