Free Hard Case by Elizabeth Lapthorne Page B

muscles in his legs spasming. Steve spread his limbs farther apart, granting better access.
    Troy sucked harder and flicked his tongue out, stroking around the large head lodged in his mouth. Screwing his finger around, he then caressed the thin lining of Steve’s passage, finding more erogenous zones and stimulating them all.
    Steve cried out again, his ass contracting tightly around Troy’s finger. Troy had to struggle to keep breathing. The feel of Steve pulsing around him was overwhelming. He could just imagine what this constricting, hot vise would feel like around his dick.
    It would be heaven and hell, deliciously mixed together. Troy pumped his finger, bobbing his head in rhythm. His cock ached, slick with pre-cum. His balls burned and sexual tension knotted in his stomach.
    Troy knew this was going to be one hell of a climax.
    Fingers twined in his hair. Troy looked up, his mouth full. Steve’s eyes met his gaze hotly, burning dark blue and searing him with its heat.
    “I fucking love your hair,” Steve commented, his voice thick. “Even after you’ve run your fingers through it, combed it, it looks like you’ve just got up from my bed. It’s not messy, or scruffy like I’ve heard you say before. It’s tousled. Drives me fucking wild, mate.”
    Troy groaned. He didn’t think his erection could be harder or his chest hotter, but Steve’s words consumed him. He wanted it all. Troy lifted Steve’s balls, stretching them so the skin was taut. He raised his head so his lips caressed around the base of Steve’s head.
    Fisting the rest of Steve’s shaft, Troy focused his attention around the nerve centers. Steve pushed himself up, resting his weight back on his palms.
    “I’m not going to last much longer,” Steve cautioned.
    Troy lifted his mouth free. He licked his lips and grinned.
    “We’ve got all night,” Troy said. “As long as you don’t mind being a bit tired tomorrow.”
    Steve scooted closer so they were both sitting on the mattress facing each other. He wrapped a leg around Troy’s waist and dropped a hand to circle his dick.
    “I want to jerk you off as I fuck you hard,” Steve whispered against his lips. “I’ve been daydreaming about that since I first saw you at the hospital. You were covered in blood, banged up and bruised. Your silver eyes glowered at everyone, your hair was a tangle and you looked ready to bite someone’s head off, but you were the most desirable thing I’d seen in months.”
    Troy felt a flush spread over his skin. He’d been poked, prodded and stared at seemingly by half the hospital staff by the time Steven had entered his cubicle that night. He’d been ready to burn the damn place down and to hell with everyone by that stage. But something in Steve had calmed him.
    The man touched him, deep inside where so few people managed to reach.
    “You’ve got a soothing presence,” Troy said. “Not that I’m feeling very calm now. I didn’t want you till the next morning. Waking up and seeing you stand over me, just the way you exude this inner peace, it makes me want to reach out and touch you, even now.”
    Steve wrapped an arm around his shoulders, drew them together in a hug. Troy was usually not an affectionate man, but he eagerly twined his arms around Steve and held onto him. Steve lowered his head and gently bit into the sensitive juncture between Troy’s neck and shoulder.
    Troy groaned. He hadn’t thought his passion could get more enflamed. Steve’s bite, however, had pre-cum leaking from his tip. He craved this strong, wonderful man. Needed to feel him deep in his ass.
    Steve moved up onto his knees and Troy followed suit.
    “I’m going to fuck you,” Steve whispered into his ear.
    Troy’s heart rate increased. “Top drawer,” he replied.
    They kissed again, a hard, hot press of lips that was part benediction, part promise. Troy remained on his knees and watched as Steve crawled over the bed then pulled open the bedside drawer. He