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moved up over his chest. His lips and tongue
worked up and down his shaft repeatedly, spurred
on by the sounds coming from his lover. He tasted
the pre-come and backed off just as Angelo was on
the brink. God, don t stop, Angelo gasped.
* * * *
I got something better, baby, Marshall leaned
over him and kissed his mouth hungrily. He pinched
his nipples a few times before straddling his lap with
his knees resting on the seat. He gripped Angelo s
shoulder with one hand and guided his cock up
inside of him with the other. Angelo reached out to
steady him, shouting out something incoherent as
Marshall bore down, taking more of his shaft up
inside of him.
Marshall looked down into his face. It was the
face of need and desire. It was the face of love.
Angelo grabbed Marshall s hips now, and lifted him
up and down on his shaft, taking control, and
together they fucked furiously. Marshall s body went
back as Angelo supported his back.
Ride me, ride me, baby, Angelo grunted, both
of them panting and grunting as the fucking
intensified.
As Marshall began to come, Angelo pulled him
closer, his lips at his throat, rising up until Marshall
was pressed against the tiles and Angelo had pulled
them even closer together, his passion spending
inside of him.
They stood there the longest time against the
tile, Angelo s face buried in Marshall s hair, just
holding each other. Marshall was utterly and
completely satisfied. He didn t want to let him go,
didn t want to get out of the tub.
Eventually Angelo turned on the shower. Marshall
soaped Angelo s body, washed his hair and they
were both hard again as they towelled off.
Fuck me in bed, Marshall whispered against
his mouth.
Angelo yanked him closer. He ravished his
mouth and then reached behind to squeeze his ass
cheeks. How do you want it?
On my knees, Marshall groaned. I just want
your cock so badly.
Damn it, Marshall, Angelo moaned. He pulled
him out of the bathroom to the bed. They fell
together, the towels tossed aside and Angelo rolled
Marshall onto his stomach.
Fuck me, Marshall bit his bottom lip,
scrambling to his knees as Angelo grabbed his
waist and slammed into his ass. Angelo s hard body
moulded into his as his cock filled him completely
and his hands moved over his chest and his balls.
When Angelo s pace slowed to an easy, slow
and oh so sexy beat, Marshall moaned out his
pleasure and Angelo pulled him up against his
chest. Marshall moved his head around so that he
could kiss Angelo s hot mouth and the pleasure
went on.
While wrapped in his arms, his cock spent, his
heartbeat returning to normal, he fell asleep almost
instantly, the sound of Angelo s deep, steady
breathing a lullaby. No one could touch them here,
surrounded by love. No one.
* * * *
Hal glanced over at Duncan as he slept on the
luxurious king-sized bed. They couldn t stay here
long. That corpse would start to stink and he wasn t
even sure if the bitch had lived alone.
Marshall and his coffee baron hadn t seen the
flowers yet, but that was okay. They d given him
quite a show. Farelli had held up well over the years.
He was in great shape, with a body to die for,
muscular, sleek, bronze, with a good-sized cock
designed for pleasure, and from the way Marshall
was squirming and fawning all over the place, his
ass was happy as hell. What a show. He wanted to
applaud.
There was no sense in waiting too much longer.
Okay Marshall, next move is yours, and then& He
smiled. Check mate.
* * * *
Marshall rolled over in bed and looked at the
alarm clock that was ticking away the seconds on
the nightstand. It was after seven. He had phoned
Christine from the hospital and asked her to run the
store yesterday, but he had to go in today to check
on things.
He turned around in bed and watched Angelo
sleeping. He smiled, reached over and traced the
line of his square jaw with his finger. God, he was so
beautiful, inside and out. And it was nothing short of
a miracle, them being here together like this. He d
be grateful every day of his life. He d never take it
for granted.
Reluctantly, he got out of bed. Angelo was
checking out of here today, and Marshall s pleas for
him to go home to Vermont for a while had fallen on
deaf ears. Tonight, Angelo would come and stay
with him. His teaching assistant was handling his
courses at the University for now, and would
continue to do so for as long as it took.
The arrival of little Jason Marshall had distracted
them all from the threat of Hal. It had been good
timing really, allowing him to calm down some, but
as he headed for the shower, the panic started to
creep back up his spine again.
He showered quickly and told himself to be
rational. It would be all right. Angelo was by his side,
and Hal would soon be in custody again. It was
going to be fine, just fine. They d get through this.
As he dressed quietly beside the bed, he
couldn t resist glancing over at Angelo from time to
time. The blankets had fallen away. He was lying on
his back, an arm tucked under his head. His thighs
lay open slightly and his cock was hard.
Marshall felt his own cock respond. He ran a
tongue over his lips. He wanted to kiss his mouth,
rub his cheek over his rough jaw, and hold his
beautiful sex in his hand. But if he did that, he d
never get to the store today. Still, in spite of his own
warning, his hand strayed over to one of Angelo s
well-muscled thighs. When his fingers touched the
top of his shaft, he was lost. He crawled over to him
on the bed and lowered his mouth to his cock. He
closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of him. I love
you, he murmured against his skin. God, baby, I
love you so much. His voice faltered and his eyes
stung with unshed tears. His emotions were so
close to breaking again. Christ. He reared back,
told himself to get a grip.
He got off the bed and hunted for his keys. When
he approached the table in the hallway, sure that
he d dropped his keys there, the first thing he
noticed were the roses. He didn t remember seeing
them before. They were beautiful.
He went over to smell them, then went back to
looking for his keys. He was still scanning for his
keys when he felt two strong arms fold around him.
Soft lips touched his hair and his neck.
Marshall relaxed back into Angelo s arms, his
eyes closing. Good morning, baby, he said and
reached back to place his hand on one of Angelo s
cheeks, feeling his rough jaw.
Angelo kissed his palm. Morning. Where you
going?
Work, unfortunately. I need to go to the store.
You kiss my cock, then leave me, Angelo
moaned, his face in Marshall s hair.
Marshall laughed. It wasn t easy to do that,
believe me.
Angelo released him.
I didn t realise that the hotel provided fresh
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