Missing Linc, Kori Roberts [romantic novels to read .txt] 📗

spread out in his bed, which

was where he”d left him and Tomi earlier that morning. “I thought I”d take you and Tomi out

to celebrate your big day tomorrow.”

“That sounds good, but you already missed Tomi. Tracee picked her up, and they went

back to the hotel for an appointment at the Spa. Tracee hooked her up with a bunch of

complimentary services, so she”ll be there most of the day. I”m still available, if you”re

interested.”

“Trust me, when it comes to you and Tomi, I”m always interested.” Linc swore he

heard Mitch groan.

“Let me get in a quick workout and after that, I”m all yours.” His voice was more a

growl than actual speech; the sound vibrated through Linc and made his cock throb.

His mouth went dry. “Uh, yeah…” He pictured Mitch, his body sweaty, his muscles

straining as he worked out in Linc”s exercise room, and suddenly any thought he had of leaving the house again to celebrate went right out the window. “That”s fine. I think I could

use a good workout myself.”

“In that case, I”ll wait for you.” Mitch”s voice dropped to a whisper. “I”ll work you out

as well as myself.”

Jesus. Linc disconnected the call without responding. His foot slammed on the

accelerator as he raced toward home.

*

Linc got home in record time, ran up the stairs three at a time, and removed his clothes

as he went. He changed into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt before he grabbed the lube from

the dresser and shoved it into the pocket of his shorts as he left the room. He went in search

of Mitch.

He finally found Mitch in the exercise room, running on the treadmill. Actually, that

wasn”t quite accurate. Mitch”s pace more resembled a sprint than a run. His flushed skin

glistened with sweat, his hair looked plastered to his head, and his wet clothes clung to his

body.

Mitch turned down the power when he saw Linc, slowing down until the treadmill

finally stopped before grabbing a towel and wiping his face.

“Hey.” He barely sounded winded, despite the evidence of his strenuous workout. “You

made it.”

“Uh-huh.” There was no way in hell that he would miss the chance to be with this

man.

“Good.” Mitch moved toward him. “I was waiting for you.” Obviously, he wasn”t

waiting for Linc in order to exercise — at least, not in the traditional sense.

He stopped directly in front of Linc, their bodies nearly touching, their lips barely an

inch apart. “You ready for me to work you out?” “Oh, yeah.” Linc leaned forward, closing the slight gap between them. He covered

Mitch”s mouth with his, pouring as much heat and hunger as he could into the kiss.

Mitch pulled back first, slowly sinking to his knees, taking Linc”s shorts and underwear

with him. His mouth wrapped around Linc”s cock, sucking hard, those lips an intoxicating

mixture of soft and firm. Linc rocked into his mouth, feeling Mitch swallow around him

before he began to suck harder, faster, his throat closing convulsively around the head.

As Linc pulled his T-shirt up and over his head, he felt a hand on his balls, a thick

finger at his perineum, circling his hole before the tip pushed slightly inside. Linc glanced

down and saw Mitch”s hand pumping his own cock, his muffled groan buzzing around Linc”s

dick. God, just the thought of Mitch coming from sucking him off was enough to push Linc

over the edge, and it took all of his focus not to give into the urge to blow in Mitch”s mouth.

No, he wanted to save that load for another part of Mitch”s anatomy.

He eased Mitch off his cock, helped him to his feet, and gripped him by the back of the

head, pressing their lips together and sweeping his tongue deep inside. As they kissed, his

hands slid under Mitch”s shirt, lifting it up, briefly forcing their mouths apart as he pulled it

off and threw it to the side. Linc”s lips covered his again, guiding Mitch backward until his

legs pressed against the weight bench. He placed a hand in the center of Mitch”s chest,

encouraging him to lie down on the bench before removing his shorts.

After he finished undressing Mitch, Linc stepped away just long enough to grab his

own shorts from the floor and remove the lube from the pocket before he tossed them to the

side and returned to the bench where Mitch lay waiting for him. Linc straddled the bench

facing him, placing Mitch”s legs over his thighs. He took a moment to admire that body, from

the sculpted pecs to the rippling planes of Mitch”s tight abdomen. Damn, he was a fine

specimen of a man.

Leaning down, Linc kissed a path from Mitch”s throat, across his chest, and down his

stomach, enjoying the way Mitch”s skin quivered beneath his lips. When he reached Mitch”s hard, thick cock, Linc took it into his mouth, working the shaft, refusing to stop until the

tremors in Mitch”s body signaled he was on the verge of losing control.

He sat back, pausing just long enough to open the lube and squeeze enough into his

hand to prepare Mitch as well as himself. Linc dropped the lube to the floor before he

gripped his cock and pushed in, moving closer and closer, until Mitch”s ass rested against his

thighs, his cock buried deep. Mitch”s hands gripped the weight bar above his head, his legs

wrapped around Linc, holding him tight. He started to move, slowly pulling out halfway

before pushing in hard, his hips slapping against Mitch”s ass. He increased his thrusts, his

cock bumping against Mitch”s prostate every time. Mitch”s body rippled around his cock,

squeezing and clenching.

When he looked down, the look in Mitch”s gaze ate him alive. It said, I belong to you,

and I”m giving you everything I have and then some.

“Come on,” Linc spoke through clenched teeth, sweat pouring down his face. “Give it

up for me.”

Mitch nodded and shot, his body going tight around him. Linc held back long enough

to watch Mitch”s face, watch his features transform from need to pleasure to satisfaction,

before he groaned, everything in him shaking, building in his thighs, spreading throughout

his frame, overwhelming him. Then he