Semper Fidelis by Morticia Knight Kendall McKenna Sara York LE Franks Devon Rhodes T.A. Chase S.A. McAuley

leered at him while continuing to jack off.
    “You need to stop touching yourself,” Dean ordered, not taking his eyes off Phil’s hand, even while he started to unbutton his shirt.
    “And if I don’t, what will you do?” Phil taunted, speeding his motion up and moaning.
    “I won’t fuck you.” Dean raised his eyebrow when Phil stopped. “I have two good hands to help me jerk off as well. So if you don’t do as you’re told, you won’t be getting any tonight.”
    Phil studied him, and Dean could see the debate going on in his lover’s blue eyes. Dean went on stripping while Phil decided whether he wanted to get fucked that night or if he wanted to get off quickly. Dean didn’t always know what Phil would do sometimes, and that uncertainty was part of what he liked about his relationship with Phil.
    Oh, the man never did things that would get them in trouble with the law or anything like that. He mostly pushed Dean’s boundaries in the bedroom, making Dean try things he never had before.
    Dean let his shirt fall to the floor before kicking off his cowboy boots. He got his jeans open to shove them down his legs, then stepped out of them. He hadn’t put on any underwear when he’d dressed that morning, knowing he’d be in bed with Phil within minutes of meeting him.
    “Oh!” Phil’s gaze zeroed in on Dean’s erection, and he licked his lips.
    It was time to do a little teasing of his own. After spitting on his palm, he wrapped his hand around his shaft, then pumped. As he leaned back against the door, he closed his eyes half-way and met Phil’s intense gaze with one of his own.
    Now it was just a matter of who broke first. If Dean came, it could be an hour or so before he was ready to go again. And if Phil came, Dean wouldn’t fuck him. He’d been looking forward to burying his cock into Phil’s tight ass since he’d found out they could meet up.
    Dean snorted silently at himself. Of course, he’d end up taking Phil, but not the first time tonight and he really wanted to be with his boyfriend in the most intimate way possible. He hoped Phil wouldn’t be stubborn or mischievous about this. It had been too long since they’d been together.
    He swept his thumb up over the head of his cock before pressing it into his slit. A low groan burst from his chest, and Phil was off the bed to fall to his knees in front of him. Dean smirked at the desperate, greedy look on Phil’s face.
    “Do you see something you like?”
    Phil grunted as he knocked Dean’s hand away. Chuckling, Dean ran his hands through Phil’s blond curls while Phil licked along the underside of Dean’s length. Taking a hold of Phil’s head, Dean slid his cock between his lips, and his lover didn’t protest. It was a good thing Phil liked giving head, since Dean enjoyed being blown.
    Slowly fucking Phil’s mouth, Dean kept his gaze pinned on Phil who stared up at him. The emotion in his eyes was what caused Dean to inhale sharply, though the feel of Phil’s mouth wrapped around his erection made his heart skip a beat.
    There was love shining in Phil’s eyes, and Dean nodded, hoping Phil could see his own emotion in his because he did love the crazy crab fisherman more than anyone else in his life. He trailed one set of his fingers over Phil’s face like he was learning his features all over again.
    Teasing Dean didn’t seem to be on Phil’s mind anymore. He gripped Dean’s hips, then tapped his side. Dean understood the signal, and started to move, fucking Phil’s mouth with smooth strokes. He wanted to remind Phil what it would feel like when he took the man’s ass.
    The heat and wet suction surrounding him drove him closer and closer to the edge, but Dean wasn’t about to spill in Phil’s mouth. He wanted to be in Phil’s ass when he came. After he stopped moving, he pressed his thumb against Phil’s jaw.
    Opening, Phil allowed Dean to slip from his mouth. “Is it time?”
    “Oh yes. Get your cute ass up on there while