Looking At Forever (The Rock Gods Book 4) by Ann Lister Page B

chest while the other groped Rooster’s groin. Rooster reached back and grabbed on to Wheland’s thighs for balance. Rooster’s hands began inching higher on Wheland’s firm legs and Wheland groaned against Rooster’s neck. As soon as Rooster’s hand reached Wheland’s bulge, Wheland stepped away turning Rooster around in the process.
    “If you touch my cock right now, I’ll come,” Wheland said. “And it’d be so much better to come inside you than in my jeans.”
    Wheland reached behind his head and tugged off his t-shirt and the whole time his eyes never left Rooster. Rooster removed his tank top and then balled it up in his hands. Wheland’s gaze dropped to Rooster’s tanned skin and the dark swirls of hair over his chest and pectorals. A bald eagle tattoo covered one pectoral and colorful flames in oranges and reds decorated the other side. Barbed wire circled each of his defined biceps and the handle of a handgun was inked on his right hip with the nozzle end hidden beneath the waistband of his jogging pants. The artwork only helped to enhance Rooster’s toned body and Wheland licked his lips.
    “Christ, you are hot as fuck,” Wheland sighed.
    “I’m sweaty as fuck,” Rooster said softly, his eyes darting to the open bathroom door. “I should shower.”
    Wheland shook his head and stepped closer. “I’m not waiting for you to shower,” Wheland replied. “Besides, your scent right now is a huge turn on for me and in another minute I’ll be getting you all sweaty again, so it won’t matter.”
    And I can only imagine how delicious you’ll taste!
    Wheland shook that thought from his mind and stepped closer. If he had any say in the matter, he’d have Rooster under his tongue in less than thirty seconds. He licked his fingers and ran them down the length of Rooster’s chiseled torso before he raised them to his tongue to taste. Salt, male musk, and something distinctively Rooster met his taste buds and Wheland moaned around two of his fingers. He let his fingers explore Rooster’s chest again before skimming lower to toy with the enticing trail of dark hair that disappeared into the waistband of Rooster’s jogging pants. When his fingers reached the nylon fabric, Wheland gave Rooster a hard tug; bringing the man right up against Wheland’s bare chest.
    The touch of Rooster’s warm skin pressed to him was like flipping a light switch for Wheland. His arms circled Rooster and his mouth came down on him. Urgent sloppy kisses followed. Wheland’s hands slid into the back of Rooster’s nylon pants and cupped his butt cheeks. His hands worked the muscled globes; grasping at them, then spreading the cheeks apart. The movement of his hands rocked Rooster’s cock against Wheland’s.
    Rooster’s arms folded around Wheland. He pressed his forehead to Wheland’s and moaned. Wheland’s hand inched around Rooster’s hip heading toward the heat of Rooster’s groin. His fingers stretched and touched Rooster’s shaft. Wheland felt Rooster’s cock flex into his fingers. Wheland deepened the kiss and caught Rooster’s tongue with his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. His fingers curled around the wide girth of Rooster’s cock and squeezed.
    Rooster’s head rolled to the side. “Oh, fuckkkk,” he sighed and swayed on his feet.
    Wheland’s mouth went for Rooster’s throat, first nipping at the skin covering his Adam’s apple and then sucking.
    “I need you naked and on my bed,” Wheland said, his voice raspy with lust.
    Wheland watched Rooster step toward the bed and push his jogging pants onto his thighs before he kicked them off his legs and climbed up onto the bed. Wheland froze at the sight of all that dark, tanned skin and the fat cock pointing skyward. The thought of Rooster sliding into him and the pleasure of being filled to the limit with his cock momentarily passed through Wheland’s head, but he dismissed it. That wasn’t going to happen today, but maybe one day soon. Today