Page 57 of Black and Brown

Mirage grunted into his mouth, moving his hips faster until Grace was seconds from shooting.

Unprepared, Mirage flipped him over in one fluid motion and thrust his thickness in the crease of Grace’s ass.

“This is where you want me, isn’t it, Grace? Right fucking here with my cock against your ass.” Mirage groaned against the rim of his ear. “Isn’t this why you keep me here?”

Shit, fuck, damn, fuck!

Grace felt busted because he did want Mirage right there all the time, for so many reasons other than protecting him.

And he was just now realizing it.

Mirage thrust deeper until his swollen head nudged Grace’s hole, then his balls, making him grow impossibly harder.

He was pumping into the bedding until Mirage slid his hand beneath him and Grace began fucking his rough palm.

The friction was just right, better than the silky comforter.

“That’s it, warrior. Don’t fight me.” Mirage sucked the side of Grace’s throat. “Trust me…let go.”

Grace’s orgasm hit so hard he had to bury his face in the covers to muffle the yell.

His body locked tight in reflex, trapping and squeezing Mirage’s cock in the cleft of his ass.

His partner groaned against the back of his neck before Grace felt hot silkiness flow over his lower back.

Grace gasped for breath for a long time before he came down from a high that felt better than strangling a human trafficker.

He turned his head to the side, and Mirage leaned over until their gazes held.

No words were spoken as they touched their foreheads together.

It was a silent agreement to never let this feeling fade.

Mirage

Mirage stepped over the strategically placed trackers and left Grace’s apartment while his breathing was still relaxed and the usual creases in his forehead were smooth.

But he knew Grace wasn’t asleep. It was impossible to sneak up or out on an assassin.

After Mirage wiped his seed off Grace’s back with his T-shirt, they’d dozed off in the same position they’d orgasmed in.

What would seem like the most uncomfortable position to sleep in gave him the best sleep he’d gotten in years.

The way Grace sighed throughout the night, as if he were dreaming of floating, the position seemed the same for him.

Mirage left before dawn, and Grace didn’t stop him.

He did it because he wanted to give his partner a chance to do his usual morning routine and get his bearings before it was time for them to do today’s training.

Mirage continued to steal glances at Grace while they worked out in the gym.

He’d been running on the treadmill for almost two hours, and Grace was lifting weights, alternating between powerlifting and calisthenics.

Watching Grace’s back muscles flex and his biceps bulge made Mirage remember the way Grace had tensed beneath him while he whispered in his ear and thrust his cock against his ass.

An ass he was damn near salivating over while watching Grace squat an impressive seven hundred pounds.

Mirage almost tripped twice.