The Terms of Release (8 page)

His spent cock woke right up again, like it was going to shake hands with Adam’s, give a hello and howdy. He almost pulled away to stare down at it, but Adam wouldn’t let him. No, sir, the man clung to him, hips starting to rock against his. Adam’s prick was heavy, unmistakable, and the promise of it made Sage’s mouth water.

He wanted, but he had no idea what to do. Eight years in, and he’d never, ever been the one to initiate any kind of contact.

The kiss eased up, then came back, like a wave on the edge of the water. He didn’t want to think of the beach, of California. He didn’t want to remember anything. He wanted to be right here, right now.

So he reached up, grabbed Adam’s wide shoulders, and held on, letting that big body support him when his knees sagged.

“You’re okay. Fuck, you’re so fine.” Adam’s kisses went on and on, driving him crazy.

Sage couldn’t think, couldn’t reply. When Adam’s thigh slid between his legs, all he could do was hump.

Adam was talking—encouraging him, urging him on—all the while one hand on his hip stroked him, like the man was stoking a fire. So strong. Lord, Adam was strong. That big old body never wavered, just held him up.

Sage was diamond-hard, as randy as he’d ever been—maybe more. He didn’t know. He wanted Adam to keep on.

Moaning, Adam changed the angle a little, giving him more friction.

Oh, sweet Jesus. Yes.

Sage was fixin’ to blow his load, just lose it. It was fucking heaven, right here in his kitchen. He’d never even dreamed about such a thing, and when Adam unzipped his jeans, he stared at the man in amazement.

“Shit, honey. Look at you. So fine.” Adam’s voice had gone all husky and deep, and Sage waited, held his breath to see what happened next. When he didn’t answer, Adam stared him right in the eye and pushed that hand in Sage’s jeans to grab his cock.

“Adam. Oh goddamn.”

That touch made him buck, push right into Adam’s palm like something had been let loose in him.

“That’s it, Sage. You’re on fire for me.” Adam kissed him again, tongue pushing into his mouth. Sage grunted, the sound echoing inside his chest, and he went up on tiptoes, driving into the kiss.

He never wanted it to end, but he had to breathe at some point, so he had to pull back and pant, his body rocking back and forth.

Adam’s eyes were on him, eating him up, and that fucking hand, it kept moving, working him like there was no tomorrow. Maybe there wasn’t a tomorrow. Maybe he’d just explode and die happy.

“Gonna.” Even though he had already. Christ.

“Good. Want to watch that.” Adam tugged harder, thumb sliding against Sage’s slit.

“Adam!” He jerked up on tiptoe and came, just like that.

“Oh God.” That long body jerked against him, and he swore he could smell Adam, too, strong and musky. Did Adam just come in his pants? Oh, Lord above.

He reached up, touched Adam’s cheek, about as stunned as he could be.

Adam smiled at him, cheek curving under his fingers. They stood there for the longest time, touching each other.

He didn’t say a word, because he didn’t want to fuck it up. Not
yet.

Adam finally leaned in and kissed him before clearing his throat. “We should clean up before supper, huh?”

“Uh-huh. I…. Come on, I’ll get you a rag and a pair of shorts.” There was no way his sweats would fit Adam. Ever. “I got a washer and a dryer.”

“Thanks.” Adam laughed, then went to wash up, and it wasn’t weird. It was cool, like two guys hanging out.

He changed into shorts, gave Adam a pair, and threw the jeans in the washer. “I’ll get salsa.”

For supper.

Together.

W
IN
SAT
on the couch a few feet from Sage, wondering if it would be okay to move closer and put an arm around the man. He’d moved a little fast there before dinner, and he knew it, but damn. He hadn’t been lying. He’d wanted Sage so bad it hurt. Seeing the man with his shirt off had been a revelation. Tiny, but stocky, without so much as an ounce of fat—Sage was like a little wet dream. His tanned skin stretched over compact muscles, his nipples a much darker brown than Win would have expected from a blond-haired, blue-eyed cowboy. Sage’s cock was a dream, too, not too long, but nice and thick….

Was he drooling?

“Adam?” Sage’s voice was like a touch. “Can I ask you something?”

He turned, meeting those pretty blue eyes with his. “Sure, man. Shoot.”

“What happens next?” Sage winced, but held his gaze. “I’ve never done this before, and I want to do the right thing.”

Oh, man. He paused, wanting the words to come out right. “Well, I don’t want to push you, but I want to see you again. I want to touch you some more.” That was the simple answer.

“You’re not worried you’ll get in trouble?”

“Nope.” Shrugging, he spread his hands. “I mean, no more than I am already. My mom is the only one I give a damn about in my family.”

“Okay. I think….” Sage swallowed hard. “I think I ought to get to touch you too.”

Win thought that maybe that took a shitload of courage from
Sage.

“You can touch me all you want, honey.” He said it like he meant it, serious as anything.

“I’m gonna lock the door so my folks don’t come in.”

So practical. Win watched Sage move around, locking up and turning off some of the lights. He felt like he was some kind of hawk or something, perched on a branch and waiting for his prey to come back in range.

All the trash was gathered, carefully disposed of, leaving the house in its perfect state. Sage was neater than anyone Win had ever met. The place was spotless, save for the muddy boots sitting inside the front door.

It was a little unnatural, but whatever. It was better than the barracks, better than his rental with its chaos of dropped clothes and giant dust bunnies. He sat back, giving his cock a little more room in the soft shorts Sage had given him.

Sage groaned, eyes on his belly. “You’re something.”

“Am I?” He sucked it in a little, needing that admiration some. It had been a long time since he’d been with someone behind a locked door. Not just a quick suck in a Dallas bar.

“Uh-huh.” Sage sat. “I ain’t much on pretty words or nothin’, but you got it going on.”

“Thanks.” A chuckle escaped him, and he patted the couch next to him. “Come on and touch.”

Sage sat, damn near vibrating.

“You’re too far away, man.” Win held out a hand, hoping Sage would reach for him too.

“I am.” Sage scooted closer, and then one hand brushed over his thigh.

Win actually jumped, the touch weirdly electric. He almost felt guilty at how inexperienced Sage clearly was, like he was taking advantage. However, Sage was damned near thirty and knew how to say no.

Hell, the man’d been to prison. Who knew how experienced he was? Okay, whoa. That was a sick thought. Win stamped it out, not wanting anything to wilt. This was nothing like a prison experience. This was pure want.

“You want me to stop, just say so.” Sage’s fingers danced their way up his thigh.

“Oh, I can’t imagine wanting that.” Win knew this was exactly what he needed. Stopping wasn’t much of an option.

“No. No, I ain’t wanting to stop. Not now.” The tips of Sage’s callused fingers brushed his inner thigh, barely nudged his sac.

“Good.” He lifted up, letting Sage have more access. He wanted to strip the shorts off, but he didn’t want to be too… what? Was it okay to say forward when a man was touching your balls?

The deep, low groan sounded so good, made his cock fill even faster. God, it was fucking heady, to be wanted like this. His belly tightened, his chest rising and falling. He wanted to hold his breath, but he forced his lungs to work. The pressure of Sage’s palm against his cock drew his knees up a little, enough to lift his feet off the floor. He panted, feeling like a teenager. Hell, he’d come in his pants a while ago.

He grinned when Sage checked in with him, eyes meeting his curiously. “That feels good.”

“It does.” Sage measured him, base to tip. “Nice and heavy.”

“Th-thanks.” He started rocking his hips up, wanting more.

“Uh-huh. Can I?” Sage plucked the drawstring.

“Please. Yes.” Win was—yeah. He was ready to feel Sage’s touch on his bare skin.

Sage untied the drawstring, and Win lifted his hips, helping to get the damned things off. His cock was so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it and red at the tip, needing attention. He stared at Sage’s hand when it descended, each finger fascinating him when they wrapped around him.

Jesus.

Jesus, that was….

Whatever it was, it wasn’t anything—anything—compared to when Sage bent down and wrapped those soft, hot lips around his prick.

Win jerked, his hips punching up. He wanted to grab Sage by the head, but that seemed crazy forceful for the first time he had that mouth on his cock. Besides that, Sage was doing fine—humming and licking, sucking and bobbing. Oh fuck. That was pure heaven. Win leaned his head back against the couch and tried to breathe, his balls pulling up tight. He watched every fucking stroke, refusing to miss a second of that blond head moving for his pleasure.

He stroked Sage’s cheek, his mouth starting to move, words pouring out. “That’s it, huh? God, that’s good. Wet. Hot.”

The suction got stronger, proving to him that Sage was into it, was hearing him but good. Those sweet lips shaped to fit him and pulled, Sage working his cock with the flat of that rough tongue, and Win thought he might be in heaven.

Then the man’s fingers started rolling his nuts, massaging them, just hard enough.

“Oh fuck, honey. I’m gonna bust it.” He was going to lose it, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to yet. “I might only be good for one more.”

Sage’s lips popped off his cock, wet and red and swollen.

Win grinned at him, stroking that pretty mouth with one finger. “Come on up here.”

He drew Sage up, tugging when those lips wrapped around his fingers and sucked. His cock jerked again, then again, reminding him how close he was to the edge.

“Kiss me, please.” He groaned the words out, and Sage pushed into his arms, that tiny ass right where he could grab a double handful of it. Those strong thighs slid down on either side of his, Sage pushing even closer.

He got his kiss, hot and wet and deep. Sage was learning, and fast. Where the first kisses had been tentative, this was heated, hungry. They were rocking together fast, the friction sweet as hell. Sage’s cock was like a brand, nudging his belly.

It needed to be bare, like his. He pulled at Sage’s shorts.

“Yeah.” Sage wiggled, letting him strip that pocket cowboy body down. It didn’t take long before they were skin to skin, and Win got to look and touch and feel. Sage was perfectly formed with tiny brown nipples and a six-pack. He had scars—some big, some not—but they made Win want to touch more.

He didn’t go there, though, the scars. Not yet. What if that freaked Sage out, if they held bad memories? So he went for the nipples, thumbs sliding over them.

Sage cried out into his mouth, then settled back astride his legs, rubbing on him good. Win hummed, working their cocks together, loving how it felt, the hard prick against his. He hadn’t spent time with a man in years, and it felt luxurious, like he was the luckiest bastard ever.

He grabbed Sage’s ass and pulled them together faster, the rhythm getting a little crazy. He loved the sound their skin made when it slapped. Sage leaked against him, pretty cock making the friction easy. Win bent for another kiss, afraid he’d start babbling if he didn’t. Keep your stupid mouth busy—that was his motto.

Sage opened right up to him, tongue sliding alongside his. Shit, if this was how good Sage was at kissing in three hours, Win was going to fucking die in a week. There would be little pieces of him all over the county. No laughing, either. That would probably upset Sage. And God knew, that was the very last thing on earth he wanted. He wanted this to be the best thing that ever happened to Sage.

Kissing harder, he reached between them and got a hand on their cocks. Yeah. Oh, that was the ticket.

Sage made this amazing noise, almost swallowed, and Win nodded. That was it.
Come on, honey.
Win realized he needed to see Sage come more than he wanted to let go himself.

“Don’t stop.” Sage grabbed him, deepened their kiss, the man near wild against him.

No. No, there would be no stopping. Not until they hit the finish line.

The tip of their cocks rubbed together, bumped hard, and Win’s toes curled. He teetered on the edge, worrying Sage’s lower lip with his teeth. He pushed his thumb against Sage’s slit, wanting to push the man over the edge.

“Adam.” Sage curled up, shot, heat covering his fingers, his belly, his cock.

“Oh fuck, Sage….” Win came too, his balls so tight he thought they might bust.

“Uh-huh. Uh-huh.” Sage blinked at him, all baby-headed, neck as loose as a shot rubber band.

Win slid his free hand up behind Sage’s head and tilted the man up for one more kiss. Maybe two. These were lazy, happy touches.

Sage actually chuckled, the sound sweet, soft. “I think that was better than Blue Bell ice cream.”

Win laughed, surprising himself. “I think so too.”

“Good thing we can have both, huh?”

Oh. Oh, someone had a sense of humor. That made him so happy. Win nodded. “Ice cream good.”

“Uh-huh. Strawberry and Cookies ’n Cream.”

“With cream?” He loved whipped cream in a can.

“Are you a Reddi-wip whore?”

Win was loving these flashes of wit, of charm. “I am. I can just eat that. Oh man, did you know at the holidays it comes in caramel and peppermint?”

“Ice cream?”

“No, honey, the whipped cream.”

“Dude. Really?” Sage’s expression went distant, a little lost, and Win couldn’t help but touch, wanting to ease whatever thought was in there. Sage jumped, cheek heated under his hand. “I just… I guess the holidays will be different this year. Better. They have to be, don’t they?”