Jumping In by Cardeno C. Page A

hell, all the people he knew, took care to guard their feelings. There were entire books dedicated to the concept of playing hard to get. Hawk Black was the exact opposite. He put everything out there without hesitation, which was both terrifying and comforting.
    “I don’t play games, Clint.” Hawk took Clint’s chin between his finger and thumb and tilted it up so their eyes met again. “You deserve someone who isn’t going to hold back with you.”
    ***
    Dirty talk in bed was fun, waking up with a guy’s tongue in your ass was even better.
    “Ungh, Christ. What’re you doing?” Clint mumbled, his voice husky with sleep and his cock thick with arousal. He was prone on his stomach and Hawk was behind him, settled between his spread legs, a hand on each side of Clint’s ass, holding him open, and his face buried between Clint’s cheeks.
    “Enjoying my morning.” Hawk swirled his tongue around Clint’s pucker and then curled it and pushed into his hole.
    “Oh god.” Nobody did this for him, not ever, and it felt amazing. Clint kept his head and shoulders down and tucked his knees up underneath his body, raising his back end and opening himself up farther. “Hawk, please.”
    “You want to get off like this?”
    “Uh-huh.” Clint nodded, reached back, and grabbed his ass, spreading himself as wide as he could and exposing everything.
    His hands relieved from their duty, Hawk slid his palm between Clint’s legs and pulled his cock down.
    “Damn you’re hot.” He swiped his tongue up Clint’s channel while he stroked his cock. “I love this.”
    Clint would have agreed, but he’d lost the power of speech.
    “Going to make you come, feed you, and then take you back to bed and start all over again.”
    Still jacking Clint’s dick, Hawk pushed a thumb into Clint’s hole and followed it with his tongue.
    “That sounds… Ungh!” Clint rocked his hips, pushing into Hawk’s face and down into his hand.
    “What’s that, baby?” Hawk said, taking a break from licking Clint’s passage to nibble on the sensitive skin along his butt.
    “I…” Clint swallowed and cleared his throat, trying to concentrate. “I said that sounds good but I need to go home.” He moaned when Hawk twisted his thumb and grazed his gland. “Dogs,” he finished, hoping the word was sufficient explanation to end the conversation because he wanted Hawk’s mouth focused on the task at hand.
    “Bring ’em here.” Hawk lapped at Clint’s balls and then sucked each of them into his mouth in turn. “Neither of us has to work until Monday and I’m not letting you out of my bed until then.”
    “That leather couch in your living room’s a good height.” Clint’s voice was breathless and he couldn’t stop pumping his hips, but he was doing his damnedest to get Hawk as worked up as Hawk had him. “Why limit us to the bedroom when one or both of us can bend over that?”
    “I like how you think, baby.” Hawk licked a swath down Clint’s cock. “You can make a list of all those good ideas and we’ll tick ’em off one by one.”
    “Kind of busy right now,” Clint pointed out.
    Chuckling, Hawk said, “Good point. List later, eating your ass now.”
    True to his word, Hawk went to work on Clint’s backside, licking his channel, sucking on his pucker, and tonguing his hole, all while stroking his dick.
    “Going to come,” Clint warned.
    “Do it.” Hawk shoved a finger into Clint’s hole, curled it, and pegged his gland.
    “Hawk!” Clint shouted, pleasure overtaking his body and mind. He shoved his ass back, taking Hawk’s finger in as deeply as possible, and shot, ejaculate pulsing from his dick onto the bed as he shook and grunted.
    Before he was done, Hawk’s broad body was draped over his and Hawk’s long cock was sliding between his cheeks and over his lower back.
    “Love how you taste.” Hawk curled his arms under Clint’s armpits and gripped his shoulders while he thrust. “Love how you feel.” He