Strongman by Denise Rossetti

himself again!
    “Gods, yes!” Griff’s head rolled toward his on the pillow, his breath warm and sweet against Fort’s neck. “Keep going!”
    Fort blinked and a firestorm of sheer need tore through his defenses as if they’d been paper, sending him to the edge of madness. And beyond.
    With a guttural roar, he lunged, gripping Griff’s chin in ruthless fingers to hold him still. He plastered his mouth to the tumbler’s, kissing him so ferociously their teeth clinked. With his other hand, he grabbed Griff’s wrist and jerked it away, replacing the squeezing fingers on the other man’s cock with his own hard, desperate grip.
    Griff huffed out a laugh that was more a moan, right into Fort’s mouth. Both hands came up to grasp Fort’s biceps, the strong fingers digging in. His hips rolled, pushing his engorged shaft flush into the big man’s palm, while he sucked hard on Fort’s tongue.
    Ruler God !
    The sensations were nothing short of amazing—the living column of slippery satin-steel in his grasp, the musky smell of aroused male, the lithe strength of the body pinned beneath him. Everything hard, muscular, brutal. The other man’s pleasure completely under his control. No need to hold back, to gentle or coax. No need to guess what would feel good. He knew .
    Ruler God, everything he wanted, there for the taking!
    Fort took. He more than took. Growling continuously under his breath, he
    plundered, he ravaged, he devoured.
    And Griff gave as good as he got.
    His mouth still working its fierce magic on Fort’s, he shoved a fist into the big man’s belly so that reflex had him moving back, putting a few inches of space between them. Immediately, Griff snaked a hand down and grabbed. Wrapping his fingers as far around Fort’s weeping erection as they’d go, he pulled up strongly, dragging the skin over the aching hardness beneath, pushing over the crown in a searing, mind-numbing caress.
    Gritting his teeth, Fort pumped Griff ruthlessly, waiting until he went completely rigid and his moans took on a desperate quality. Then he stopped, tearing his mouth away from the other man’s and clamping a big hand over the tumbler’s busy fingers, stilling them despite Griff’s murmur of complaint. His cock throbbed in protest, but he ignored the sensation, intent on Griff’s face.
    For an instant, neither man moved. Or breathed.
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    Strongman
    Griff’s sloe eyes snapped open, glaring into his. “Bastard!” he hissed. “Do it.” His buttocks flexed, pushing him into Fort’s hand. “Twister, finish me!” A hectic flush covered his neck and cheeks.
    “Ask.”
    Griff bared his teeth. He tried to clench his fingers on Fort’s cock, but the big man had his hand in an iron grip. The tumbler’s hips jerked. “Kiss me,” he grated.
    “No. I want to see your face.” Slowly, Fort squeezed, rasped a deliberate thumb over the head. “Ask.”
    “I swear I will make your life a living hell. Ah !” Griff made a small keening noise in his throat and Fort’s heart soared with greedy, lip-smacking pleasure.
    “You already have. Ask me, Griff. Ask me !”
    “Bastard.” Griff’s eyes burned into his. “ Please !”
    Fort smiled, slow and evil. “Yes.” Without preliminary, he milked and pulled, long, insistent strokes that had Griff arching off the mattress, crying out, swearing. “Offer for me.” He increased the pace, watching the younger man’s beautiful body shudder with the onset of climax, his eyes half closing with the luxury of his pleasure.
    His balls were going to explode any minute and blow the top of his head off, but it was worth it to have this. He’d never seen anything as erotic in his life as Griff straining beneath his touch, his cock dancing as Fort willed. He leaned forward. “Look at me,” he demanded. “You wanted this. Look at me , Griff !”
    The tumbler’s golden-brown lashes lifted. His soul looked out of his eyes, straight into Fort’s, his mouth open, gasping.
    “Now,”