Run This Town 03 - (Watch Me) Unmask You by Avril Ashton

to understand what it meant.
    “I want to see you crawl for me, scarlet.” Fucking gravel, his voice. “Before you walk away, because let’s face it, you will.” He unbuckled his belt and tossed it somewhere across the room before unbuttoning and tugging his pants down and off. “You’re giving me what I want tonight.”
    Elias made a sound, a low, rumbling thing deep in his chest. “Goddamn it.” Then they were chest to chest, mouth to mouth. He kissed like he wanted to gorge on Lucky, as if he wanted to drink him down, get drunk. Lucky moaned at the thought, rubbing, grinding against Elias’s hard-on.
    Needing to get at that itch, scratch it over and over until he was high. Floating.
    Elias dropped to his knees.
    Lucky forgot to breathe right about then. His mouth opened then closed, and Elias gazed up at him, waiting for something. What? Elias touched him, cupped his balls and Lucky wobbled, staggering back a few steps.
    Elias came to him. On his knees.
    Crawling.
    God. God. Who was this man? Lucky moved again, two steps back and Elias kept advancing, crawling to him.
    “Fuck.”
    Elias reached him, cupped him again, squeezed his nuts through his briefs. Lucky widened his stance, hips rolling, and sank his fingers into Elias’s shoulders, head thrown back.
    Yes. Yes. All of that. All of it. All over him.
    “Lucky. Lucky.” His name was a chant, a mantra, falling from Elias’s lips pressed to his hip. He dipped a large hand into Lucky’s underwear, pulled his cock out and stroked him, fist rough and tight and hot.
    Perfection, so Lucky fucked it, that fist. Groaning, grunting, he shoved his cock into that hold again and again. He was burning up, combusting, and he hadn’t even had it yet. Elias’s lips moved from his hip, and he was licking, kissing, and biting Lucky’s inner thigh.
    So good.
    Better than.
    The bed was right there, just out of reach, waiting for him. Lucky pushed him away. Elias’s chest heaved as he watched Lucky. Hunger, that look in his eyes.
    “I didn’t want this, Lucky.” The man was still fucking talking. On his knees. After crawling for Lucky. Still talking. “Didn’t mean for this to happen.”
    “Liar.” Lucky whipped the word at him. “Don’t give me that bullshit.” He stepped out of his briefs then tore away his shirt. “I think you’ve waited long enough to fuck me, don’t you?”
    Elias licked his lips.
    “Get undressed.”
    The older man got to his feet, the front of his jeans tented, and yanked off the t-shirt before pushing his jeans off his hips then kicking it away. He was built, Lucky already knew that. The full tattoo sleeves, traditional black and gray roses, he was familiar with, but he hadn’t known about the scars on Elias’s left hip and torso. His flat nipples were a dusky red and hard. His abs weren’t overly defined, but Lucky didn’t care about a fucking six-pack. Elias’s broad chest was covered in dark hair that trailed down to his groin. That cock…
    Lucky swallowed, his own shaft jerking at the sight of Elias, not as long as Lucky, but thick and angry red, the crown soaked with pre-cum.  Damn.  
    Lucky stroked himself and walked over to the bed, talking all the way. “I’m no virgin, but you will be the first in a long, long time to get up in this ass.”
    Elias’s nostril flared.
    Lucky smirked. “You’re so fucking jealous right now, you don’t know what to do.” He worked himself, wrist snapping, hips, canting, thumb swiping through the liquid at his crown. “Don’t worry, you might also be the first one to make me beg for it.”
    Elias grabbed him by the hair and tossed him onto the bed. He bounced, once, because Elias was already crawling atop his body, muscled thighs pressing him down, skin hot and smelling of sex.
    “You don’t want this,  mijn schat .” But he was rubbing his bearded jaw against Lucky’s cheek, making his eyes roll back.
    “Yes.” Lucky wrapped his legs around Elias’s waist, humping him.