Page 65 of Flash and Bang
Jarrett chuckled as Thayne reached down and began rolling the condom on to Jarrett’s cock. He squeezed lube onto it and then threw the bottle aside before kneeling up and positioning himself in a straddle over him. Jarrett grabbed Thayne’s hips. He loved it when his lover rode him and Thayne knew it.Fuck…
Thayne lowered himself slowly, watching Jarrett’s face as his dick began to breach him. Thayne was careful not to lean on Jarrett’s ribcage, and instead braced his hands on either side of Jarrett’s knees, leaning back as he lowered himself farther and farther onto Jarrett’s cock, keeping his gaze locked with his. Jarrett settled his hands on Thayne’s thighs. His face was so sexy, Jarrett loved watching him as he struggled to take him all the way inside. It took a minute of rocking up and down, but when Thayne finally bottomed out, he was panting and his eyes were squeezed tightly shut.Goddamn, the man is hot!
Jarrett’s fingers dug into Thayne’s muscled thighs as he began riding him, pulling off and settling down, opening his eyes and keeping them trained on Jarrett’s, never breaking his gaze. Jarrett’s cock felt so good, sliding in and out of Thayne’s body, so hot it was like being held in a vise. Thayne said nothing, just stared at him and moved his body up and down over Jarrett, keeping his hands planted on the bed as he literally screwed himself on Jarrett’s rigid cock. The sight of his chest and abs and the way his half-hard dick flopped to the side with his efforts, the full sac hanging beneath, perfectly shaped and sexy as hell, turned Jarrett on even more. The more Thayne fucked on and off his cock, the harder his gorgeous dick grew. He so obviously loved having Jarrett’s dick inside him. He adored that about Thayne. The man knew what he wanted and he took it. There was nothing better than this… nothing in the world better than fucking this man.
Jarrett felt his climax rise as the tingle in his back spread around to his groin until he was flooded with the need to come. Just the thought of releasing when buried deep inside Thayne was enough to nearly send him over the edge.
He gasped. “Gonna come, Thayne.”
Thayne grinned and leaned forward, changingthe angle but remaining astride Jarrett’s body, never breaking his pace. He reached for his own cock and stroked it fast. “Come with me, Jarrett. Ah!”
Jarrett felt the first wave of his orgasm wash over him before he could stop it and seconds later, his climax hit so hard it surprised him. He held tight to Thayne’s hips as he gasped and emptied his load into Thayne’s ass, shuddering violently. Thayne’s eyes rolled back in his head as his own climax hit and he began to shoot over Jarrett’s chest in small splats. The sight of his lover’s orgasm forced a second wave of climax through Jarrett and he reached for Thayne, yanking him down so that he could kiss him passionately as his body thrummed with his release. The feeling of being one with another human being never ceased to amaze Jarrett and as Thayne returned his kiss, he was overwhelmed with love.
Chapter Fifteen
Thayne didn’t even realize they’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms until he was startled awake by the ringing of his phone lying on the table beside what had become their bed. He lifted his head from Jarrett’s chest where he’d drifted off the night before, and blindly reached for the phone, swiping the screen without looking at it.
“Wolfe,” he answered with a graveled voice.
“It’s Lincoln Snow. We think we’ve located Mary Mason, Anthony Revilla, and Beth Quinn. At least we know where they might be. Can you and Evans come down to the Federal Building and meet with us this morning? I want to show you what we’ve found and we could sure use the ATF to help do some planning.”
Thayne grunted and reached for the digital clock on the bed table, turning it around so that he could read the time. The clock read 6:30 a.m. “Yeah, of course, Snow. I’ll get a hold of Evans and we’ll be there. Would nine be okay? There’s gonna be traffic.”
“Make it eight thirty.”
“Okay.” Thayne swiped his phone closed and set it on the table. He immediately felt Jarrett’s arm as it came around his waist. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled. Jarrett’s white hair was sticking up all over his head and even fresh from sleep, helooked like a damn fashion model. He kinda hated anyone who could wake up and look that gorgeous at six thirty in the morning.
“I think I heard you say something about getting a hold of me,” Jarrett said. His voice was pitched low as he tugged Thayne back into his arms and buried his face in Thayne’s neck, kissing him there with soft, full lips.
Thayne wrapped his arms around Jarrett’s neck, preferring that over his rib cage in deference to his cracked ribs. He was hurting and stiff so he knew Jarrett had to be feeling much worse. “Yes. Snow wants to meet us downtown at eight thirty. Until then, you’re mine.”
Jarrett smiled and then looked over Thayne’s shoulder at the clock. “Allowing for traffic, that gives me less than an hour to touch you.”
Thayne grinned, leaning forward and pecking Jarrett on the lips as his lover’s arms held their bodies against each other. “Touch me, huh? I seem to remember quite a bit of touching last night and we really need to work breakfast and a shower in there somewhere.”
“Hmm,” Jarrett hummed against his lips. “Haven’t you ever heard of dry toast and a glass of orange juice?” He kissed him again.
Thayne was going out of his mind but he smiled against Jarrett’s mouth. The man was irresistible when he was warm and cuddly from sleep. “I’ve heard of them. Doesn’t mean I intend on eating them. Besides don’t you need coffee in the morning?”
“Darlin’, I was a sniper, trained to stay awake and focused for seventy-two hours at a time. The only thing I need to wake up is up here.” He reached up and tapped his temple. “Mind exercises.”
Thayne watched him, fascinated by how his mind worked. Jarrett never ceased to fascinate Thayne and there was so much he still didn’t know about him. He pulled back and stared at his face propping up on one elbow to admire his lover. “That’s how snipers stay awake?”
“Yeah. Most of the time we work without spotters, though if we have the luxury of company, it’s nice to have a guy to talk to. It can be a lonely business but if we are alone, we do mental exercises to stay awake.”
“Like what?” Thayne asked, seriously interested.
Jarrett sighed. “Sometimes we create fantasies in our heads. That was a favorite of mine. Depending on the target, I might put them in the fantasy, but usually not.”
“So, like you fantasized how you were going to… what? Kill them or something?”
Jarrett thinned his lips. “No. I fantasized how I was going to rescue all them people the bad guy was responsible for killin’ or hurtin’ or blowin’ up or whatever bad thing the bastard had planned. It sometimes made it easier to… you know…”
“Kill them,” Thayne added.
Jarrett sighed and lay back, staring up at the ceiling. “Yeah. I guess. It made it easier to take a life knowing that the guy I was hunting blew up a café filled with kids and babies in strollers and old ladies who stopped off with friends to have a cup of coffee before going home.”
Thayne watched Jarrett’s jaw as it ticked. He’d upset Jarrett and that was the last thing he’d meant to do when he’d woken up that morning but Jarrett rarely talked about his life so when he got the chance to ask him something, all his questions came out at once. He was going to stop that. He reached for Jarrett’s chin and turned his head to face his own. His ice-blue eyes were stunning and at the moment they were clouded with bad memories.