Private Dicks by Katie Allen

filled Rhodes’ ears as he slid his fingers free and
seized Wash’s hips. The head of his cock nudged the tight hole and Rhodes
paused, breathing hard, trying to calm down enough to take it slowly.
    “Jesus Christ, just fuck me already!” Wash sobbed, fighting
against the restraint of Rhodes’ hands. “You’re driving me crazy!”
    Gritting his teeth, Rhodes pushed forward, feeling Wash’s
hole stretch to take him in. When just the head was lodged inside, Rhodes
sucked in air, his control shredding with each clench and release of Wash’s
ass.
    “Okay?” Rhodes managed to ask.
    “Yeah,” Wash gasped. “Hurts—but that just makes it better.”
    Rhodes choked on a laugh. “You crazy motherfucker,” he said
fondly. His hips started moving, tiny thrusts that buried him a little bit
deeper each time. Wash bucked back against him, trying to drive Rhodes’ cock
deeper into his ass.
    Tightening his fingers on Wash’s hips, Rhodes held him still
with some effort. “Settle,” Rhodes gritted. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You won’t,” Wash insisted, still fighting his grip. “I need
you to fuck me! Please, Rhodie?”
    The pleading tone broke Rhodes and he drove in, filling
Wash’s ass with a single thrust. Buried balls deep, he paused, overwhelmed. The
heat of Wash’s body enveloped his cock, gripping his entire length with a
mind-blowing squeeze. The pleasure washed over him and Rhodes was pretty sure
he’d never felt anything so amazing in his entire life. He wished Wash could be
feeling exactly the same way.
    Releasing one of Wash’s hips, Rhodes reached for his
partner’s cock but Wash grabbed his wrist.
    “Don’t,” Wash told him, panting. “So close.”
    “Let me finish you then,” Rhodes offered but Wash shook his
head.
    “Wanna come with you.”
    Rhodes felt like a hand had just gripped his heart. He
opened his mouth but then closed it again, unable to say a word. All he could
do was grip Wash’s hips and give him the fucking he’d begged for.
    The pressure, the friction as he slid in and out of Wash’s
ass had Rhodes on the edge of coming in just a few strokes. Gritting his teeth,
he fought it off, not wanting this to end. This might be the only chance he’d
get with Wash.
    The thought sobered him and he regained his rhythm,
thrusting deeply into Wash’s gripping depths and then retreating. He plunged
faster and faster, the tight squeeze around his shaft making it impossible to
last long.
    Wash cried out as he came, his ass clamping around Rhodes’
cock. It was too much. Rhodes’ hips rocked forward a final time and, deep in
his partner’s convulsing ass, Rhodes exploded.
    Spasm after spasm shook him. As Wash went boneless and
melted flat beneath him, Rhodes wrapped his arms around his partner and
followed him down to the bed. He rested there, not sure where he ended and Wash
began. Rhodes smiled, slow and sleepy. It was how it should be.
     
    Rhodes woke surrounded by warmth. He allowed himself to
slowly float to awareness, enjoying the trailing ends of a rare, deep sleep.
    “Never pegged you as a spooner.” Wash’s raspy, amused voice
pulled him out of his happy doze. Growling in protest, Rhodes buried his face
against the hard shoulder in front of him.
    After a few seconds, reality hit him, waking him completely.
Warm body. Wash’s voice. Spooning. Rhodes’ eyes popped open.
    The first thing he saw was the smooth, brown skin of Wash’s
nape, disappearing under the mussed tangle of black hair. Rhodes realized that
his arm was draped over the other man, holding Wash’s back snugly against his
front, and that one of Rhodes’ legs was hooked over his partner’s thighs. Wash
was right—Rhodes was spooning with a vengeance.
    “Sorry,” he rumbled, not quite able to make himself move.
This might be the last chance he had to be naked and plastered against Wash. He
just wanted to enjoy it for a few more seconds.
    “Hey, no worries. With women, I never get to be the