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“I’ll tell you later. Right now, I need in that ass.”
“So romantic.”
As Dante took off the jacket of his white casual suit, he lost his smile. “I’ll give you romance later, all you can choke down, Blaine. Right now, I need to fuck you, hard, and maybe slap that pretty little ass of yours.”
“Yes, Master,” Blaine purred as he turned over onto his stomach lazily, then slowly moved so he was on his knees and elbows, legs spread just enough to keep him balanced.
When he shook that beautiful, tiny ass of his, Dante’s cock jumped in his pants. “Blaine, you’re asking for it.”
“Begging, actually, Master.”
Dante undressed at his own pace, making Blaine suffer for a little longer. As Blaine’s face reddened while he watched Dante’s leisurely striptease, Dante felt his dominance roar to life.
They hadn’t always been this way. Sure, he loved the lifestyle, but Blaine had gone through so much when they’d first met, Dante didn’t want to hurt him. Only tender touches to Blaine until Blaine fought him, screaming that he wasn’t some fragile doll, he was a man and he wanted to be fucked like one.
From then on, their sex life had been anything except dull. They could kiss and touch for hours, still after fifteen years, and they could also fuck like they hated each other. All of it, no matter how rough and course, was done in love.
When his clothes were shed, Dante stood next to the bed, staring over the man that belonged completely to him. He’d never lost that awe, either. To have a man like Blaine, big heart, beautiful and sweet, loving him like he did. He was more than grateful. He was truly blessed.
He reached a hand out to Blaine’s pale ass, letting his fingertips feather over his flesh, then he grabbed the fine globe, squeezing a little, warming his flesh for what was to come.
Gripping one and pulling it toward him, Dante peeked at the hole that was so perfect, pink and pretty, just like the man who owned it.
Dante ran a fingertip over it, making Blaine jump. “Now, BB, don’t move.”
“Sorry, Master,” he purred, then let his head drop between his shoulders as he let out a series of pants.
The way he made Dante sweat, breath coming in harsh gasps, it felt like he’d explode if he wasn’t inside his husband soon. But what was the fun in that?
Moving onto the bed, Dante started with a swipe of his tongue over Blaine’s hole. Blaine didn’t move voluntarily, but his muscles twitched. Dante’s smile spread as he watched his ass twitching while Dante teased the hole with the tip of his tongue.
A little sound came from Blaine, then another as Dante’s licking sped up. He was dying to groan loudly, letting the trailer shake with his sounds. Blaine’s voice rose to octaves that were insanely high when he was in the middle of a good rim job. It was one of Dante’s favorite sounds in the world.
Taking an ass cheek in each hand, Dante spread them apart, so he had a nice clear path to eat Blaine for as long as he wanted. And…he wanted.
Eating Blaine’s ass was his favorite meal. As Dante dug in, Blaine dropped his head all the way to the bed and grabbed the pillow under him in his fists.
Dante caught that as he came up for air, but then, the second time, he caught his husband’s toes curling. They’d made love a hundred thousand times, and Blaine never stopped showing his deep pleasure.
His sounds, his quaking body, his fist pounding the bed, he told Dante how much he loved sex with him without ever saying a word.
With his face wet with his own saliva, he came up for air the last time as his cock pulsed with need. He quickly got off the bed and went to the drawer to pull out the lube. That was when he caught Blaine’s triumphant smile.
“You had this planned, didn’t you?”
Blaine came back up to his elbows and admitted freely, “Yes, Master,” in a voice so thick with sexual desire, he sounded like a different person.
“Getting your way, hmm?”
“Yes.”
His eyes never left Dante’s, and he was lifting his chin in defiance.
Of course he was.
Blaine knew Dante better than Dante knew himself. He’d been tense, stressed completely with the building of the resort.
Starting off too close to winter was his first mistake. Montana was as high north as Oregon, his old home base. He figured the winters would be similar. How wrong he was.
