Page 16 of Toxic Devotion

“I missed you, too,” Neil whispered, hand sliding into Marco’s hair to keep him pressed against his chest.

There were so many things he wanted to ask Neil. Where had he been? Why had he been there? What had he been doing? He knew Neil couldn’t answer. There was a cliff between them called the CIA.

He pulled back, a gleam in his eyes as he looked up at Neil.

“So, how much did you miss me?”

Lust flared in those grays, and he wasn’t surprised when the man slammed their mouths together in a rough and deep kiss, tongues meeting with desperate strokes. He could taste mint onNeil’s tongue. Toothpaste. Which meant he’d taken the time to brush his teeth and probably showered before showing up and while a part of him could appreciate the effort, he mostly wanted to yell at the man because he wanted Neil with him every damn second he could get him.

He tugged on Neil’s shirt and when Neil started to unbutton it, he growled under his breath and ripped the damned thing open. He had no patience. He’d waited long enough already. He’d buy Neil a new shirt. Hell, he’d get him a whole closet full of tailored suits.

Once he had the man naked, he pushed him onto the bed and removed the last of his own clothes. He stepped up to the bed, gaze running over his man.

“I missed you,” he cooed.

“Are you talking to my dick?”

He snapped his gaze up, smirking when he met Neil’s eyes.

“Yes.”

Neil rolled his eyes and put his arms behind him, resting on his elbows and forearms, brow arched at Marco.

“What about the rest of me?”

Marco kneeled on the bed, pushing Neil’s thighs apart with his hands, lips caught between his teeth as his gaze landed on that gorgeous cock, rock-hard just for him.

“Oh, I missed your ass more,” he said.

Neil huffed, his laughter shaking his body and making his dick bounce ever so slightly. He wanted his lips around that cock. He wanted to taste Neil on his tongue.

A hand grasped one of Marco’s.

“I missed you this much,” Neil said and guided Marco’s hand between his legs, sliding his fingers inside his already prepped hole.

“Cazzo,” Marco hissed and bit his lip to keep more wanton sounds from escaping him. “You got yourself ready for me?”

“I didn’t want to waste any time once I got you in the same room,” Neil said, his smile wicked.

He moved closer on his knees, dick hard and leaking as he moved his fingers inside Neil’s hole. Neil moaned, the sound sending a delicious shiver up Marco’s spine.

“Goddamn,” he breathed.

He pulled out his fingers and brought his cock to Neil’s hole and looked up, holding the man’s lustful gaze as he pushed inside him. He groaned or, perhaps, they both did. He was too busy trying not to come to pay close enough attention to be sure.

It had been too long since he’d been inside Neil. Two months? That was too long.

He pulled back and he rolled his hips, that tight heat around his cock going straight to his head. It felt so good. Being inside Neil felt so fucking good.

“Tell me how you got yourself ready for me,” he said, his voice husky and strained as he held himself back, keeping his thrusts slow and shallow.

Neil gasped, eyes falling closed for a second before he met Marco’s gaze, fire burning in those grays.

“I started with spit and my fingers.”

“How many?”

“Two,” Neil groaned, hands grabbing at the sheets, eyes never leaving Marco’s gaze.