Midwinter Night's Dream by Whitley Gray Page B

Why was he hiding? He had a lover waiting for him, probably on the bed and possibly naked. Errol opened the door. Joe had shed his briefs, jeans, and socks and reclined on the bed.
    The glimpse Errol had gotten of Joe by firelight that first time had only been the beginning. The frontal view of the man on the bed blew him away. It was so easy to see why Escalade had grabbed Joe after seeing him in turn-out gear and soot on the charity calendar.
    The former fireman was all muscle, the kind forged in the gym with iron, hammering out reps to the point of fatigue. Joe’s broad shoulders gave way to well-developed pecs, defined abs, and a cock the likes of which Errol had only dreamed about. The bulge in Joe’s Escalade briefs had looked substantial, but add arousal, and wow. Errol was no size queen, but this would be…filling. Blood pulsed through his pelvis, hot and heavy, filling his flaccid cock. Arousal shimmied down his spine. Holding Joe’s gaze, Errol pulled off his socks, then stripped his Levi’s off. He stuck his thumbs in the waist of his briefs.
    “Wait,” Joe said, voice low and rough. “Let me do that. Come up here.”
    Errol’s mouth went dry as he crawled onto the bed. Joe watched his approach with dark eyes, hands at his sides, legs slightly apart and revealing heavy balls. He was so…proportionate.
    “C’mere.” Joe opened his arms, and Errol rolled into that muscular embrace, resting his head on Joe’s shoulder. God, he loved cuddling: the closeness, the warmth. Carson had hated it—straight to the shower, clean up right away as if Errol had gotten him dirty. Joe kissed the top of his head and stroked his back.
    Unable to resist, Errol slid a hand down to Joe’s half-erect cock and gave it a squeeze.
    Joe chuckled. “Not quite yet, sweetheart. I’m not as young as you.”
    Errol looked into Joe’s dark eyes. “How old are you?”
    “Thirty-two.”
    Carson had been forty-eight. Pulling back a bit, Errol rolled his eyes. “Ancient.” Errol kept up the stimulation, and Joe grew hard and thick. Keeping Joe’s gaze locked on his, Errol slid down the bed.
    “Hold up,” Joe said. “I’m clean. All tests negative last month. You?”
    “Yeah. Tested. Haven’t been with anyone for months.” It had been a year, truth be told. Errol licked his lips.
    “Condom?”
    “Not for this. That okay?” Please say okay . He wanted badly to taste Joe. Craved it, really.
    Joe nodded.
    Using thumb and forefinger to encircle the base of Joe’s erection, Errol dipped his head. He licked the underside of Joe’s cock, enjoying the subtle change in the texture of the skin between base and crown. Another taste, this time of the precum collecting at the slit. The salty musk rolled over his tongue. When Errol engulfed the head, Joe bucked and gave a deep-throated growl. The silky skin slid between Errol’s lips, slippery with the salty-sweet flavor of semen. He sucked hard, taking in more of the swollen shaft.
    “God.” Joe moaned, and his hand came down and petted Errol’s head.
    Smiling, Errol pulled back, sucking hard, then soft, a touch of teeth. Joe groaned, and Errol glanced up. Joe’s eyes were at half-mast, and his fingers yanked at Errol’s hair, sending a hot wave of pleasure down his spine. Beneath Errol’s hand, tiny shudders went through Joe as he arched up, pushing but not forcing.
    Hard suction. Tongue on the cleft.
    The grip on Errol’s hair disappeared. Joe hissed, reached behind his head, and gripped the headboard. A dark red flush covered his upper chest. “Going…to…come.” With a muffled yell, Joe went rigid.
    Hot pulses spilled on Errol’s tongue, sweet and a bit spicy. The flavor was unique, and Errol wanted it all, every drop. God, it was delectable, and there wasn’t enough. He mouthed Joe’s cock until it softened, licking the sensitive skin until Joe pulled away.
    “Too sensitive now.” Panting, Joe tossed one arm over his eyes.
    Errol wiped his mouth with the back