They had sucked each other off, but Reno had initiated it at the firehouse. It looked like he was going to have to initiate their mating as well. He patted the cushion with his hand. “Have a seat. You’re missing the movie.” Like he cared about the movie.
There could have been a cartoon playing and Reno wouldn’t have noticed. The only thing he was paying attention to was the sexy body walking toward him. His mate’s slow, methodical moves told Reno Baker knew exactly what Reno was after.
The man was hesitant as he took a seat. He even went so far as to try and sit as close to the arm as possible. If Reno wasn’t so confident, the man would be killing his ego right now. But he knew Baker just needed some coaxing. He had to blow away the man’s shyness, encouraging him to let his hair down with Reno.
They were mates after all. There wasn’t anything they couldn’t do together, no fantasy, need, or desire that wouldn’t be met. Reno wanted Baker just as fulfilled in their sex life as Reno planned on being. He wanted Baker to tell him exactly what he wanted from Reno. He was willing and ready to give the guy what he desired.
Tracing his finger along the nape of Baker’s neck, Reno licked his lips before dipping his head and placing a kiss back there.
Baker shuddered, and to Reno’s satisfaction, the man’s legs slightly parted. He could feel his own heartbeat pounding in his chest as he moved his lips from the nape to the side of Baker’s soft neck. And the man’s skin was soft. His lips glided with ease, his tongue leaving a moist trail behind as he kissed and licked his way to Baker’s jaw.
Reaching up, Reno turned Baker’s head. “Shy?”
“No,” Baker said, his voice low and shallow. Reno could feel the small pants of breath slipping from Baker’s lips, caressing his own. “Why would you ask that?”
Reno cocked one side of his mouth up in a grin before pulling Baker closer. “No reason.” He was aching, wanting Baker to touch him, to show Reno that he was just as needy as Reno was. He didn’t want to think Baker only gave in to him just because Reno had come on to him. The need to know Baker felt the pull, the connection, as well was almost overpowering.
Leaning back, Reno traced his fingers over Baker’s arm and then down to his hand, hoping the guy got the hint at what he wanted. His jeans were already undone, half the work out of the way. Now all he needed was for Baker to take the initiative and do something that told Reno he was just as much into this.
Shy he could work with. Baker feeling obligated would be a smack to his face. Reno needed to know which category Baker fell under. The man had been resistant from the beginning—except for the mutual blow job.
Baker’s dark-blue eyes slid to the downed zipper and his lips parted. Reno smiled as he continued to caress his hand up and down Baker’s arm. He wasn’t going to ask or demand anything from his mate. This was Baker’s choice.
Just as Reno thought the guy wasn’t going to do anything but stare, his hand moved to the skin exposed right above Reno’s waistline. His fingers skimmed the bare flesh, playing in the trail of hair leading from Reno’s navel to beyond the waistline of his boxer briefs. He was tentatively exploring, driving Reno mad with his leisurely touches.
But he forced himself not to move as his mate explored his body. Although agonizing, the touches made his cock harder. His breath caught when Baker moved his fingers lower. Baker shook his head and then leaned up into Reno, burying his face into Reno’s neck, gasping as his hand dipped past the underwear, circling his fingers around his erection.
Reno inhaled sharply, grinding his back teeth as his fingers balled into fists. His head fell onto the back of the couch, his eyes rolling upward as Baker began a slow stroke of his cock. His mate’s lips began to nibble at Reno’s neck, and he damn near came in the man’s hand. Baker may have been shy warming up, but Reno could see he was getting hot. His hand became firmer, stroking Reno with a steady rhythm. Oh hell, no. He was not going to be so easily appeased at nothing more than hand job. If Baker thought that was all they were going to do, he was sadly mistaken.
Rolling over, he pinned Baker beneath him. The unexpected move had Baker gasping as Reno grabbed Baker’s wrists and held them down on either side of his head. “A quick hand job isn’t what I’m looking for.”
A flush colored Baker’s cheeks as he met Reno’s gaze. His eyes, the color of blueberries, widened as Reno dipped his head, feathering his mouth over soft, plump, kissable lips. He drew in Baker’s breath, enjoying the surprise on the man’s face before he snaked his tongue out and ran the tip over pearly-white, straight teeth, rubbing his tongue over the grooves, pulling in moisture, and playfully nipping Baker’s tongue. “If you want me to stop, you better speak up, Baker.”
Instead of protesting, Baker’s eyes fluttered closed, reaching with his mouth to take more of Reno’s kisses. That was good enough for him. He plunged his tongue deeper, his chest pressed against Baker’s, their groins aligned. He could feel that Baker was just as hard as he was. The man’s cock rubbed against Reno’s through their fabric, making him wish they were naked. Releasing Baker’s wrists, Reno used one hand to balance his weight and the other to move between their bodies, pulling at his mate’s jeans until he had them unfastened.
He wasn’t as coordinated as he would have liked, but he managed to free Baker’s cock, and then his own, gripping them both with his hand.
Baker
