Glenn, Stormy and Hagen, Lynn - Pax's Blues [Lady Blue Crew 2] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen Stormy Glenn Page B

himself into Colt’s arms. Colt chuckled as Pax planted little kisses all over his face and neck.
    “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Pax said in between kisses.
    “You’re more than welcome, little bird.” Colt fell forward onto the bed, making sure his arms took the brunt of their fall as he pinned Pax beneath him. “Now, do you think we could get on to the sex part, or did you really mean no?”
    “Not exactly.” Pax’s eyes dropped to Colt’s neck. “You just seemed angry and I—”
    “Anxious, little bird, not angry.”
    Pax glanced up, his head cocking to one side. “Why were you anxious?”
    “I had a headache and went to the sick bay to get something for it. I almost took something that Imlay said could have an adverse effect on the male reproductive organ.” Colt chuckled. “I was kinda hoping to make sure the equipment was still in working order.”
    Pax blanched. “Get the lube!”
    Colt grinned and rolled to the side of the bed to get the lube out of the nightstand drawer. When he turned back, Pax was on his hands and knees, his head pressed into the pillows and his ass pointed up in the air.
    “Damn, baby,” Colt groaned. Had there ever been a more arousing sight? Colt moved over to kneel behind Pax. He stroked his hand over the man’s rounded blue ass. “You are simply beautiful, little bird.”
    “Yeah, yeah, I’m gorgeous,” Pax griped. “Now hurry up and make sure the equipment still works.”
    Colt chuckled when he popped the top on the lube, and Pax trembled. He poured some out onto his fingers then dropped the bottle beside him on the bed. Colt rubbed his fingers together to warm up the lube then leaned closer to Pax.
    “How’s your equipment, little bird?”
    A snort of laughter shot out of Pax. “Working just fine, thanks.”
    Colt patted Pax’s hip with his dry hand. “Roll over. Let me see.”
    Pax huffed but rolled over onto his back. Colt grinned then leaned down and swallowed Pax’s cock until he felt hairs tickle his nose. Pax cried out and fisted Colt’s hair as his hips bucked.
    As he lavished Pax’s cock, Colt pushed a finger into the man’s sweet hole. Pax continued to cry out and buck his hips as Colt worked more fingers in and out of his mate’s ass. Pax was hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum.
    When Pax was stretched enough to take him, Colt pulled away and moved to kneel between Pax’s thighs. He grabbed Pax’s hips and tilted the man up. Pax’s legs fell back, spreading to accommodate the new position.
    “Such a pretty little bird,” Colt murmured as he ran his finger over Pax’s dark-blue, puckered hole and watched it quiver for him. The need to sink into that tight opening was so overwhelming that Colt had to take a moment and breathe, or he would have come before the show was over.
    “Okay, little bird, here we go,” Colt said as he lined his cock up with Pax’s hole and slowly pushed forward. Pax’s silky muscles gripped his cock so tightly Colt could hardly breathe. All of the air he had taken into his lungs moments earlier left in a rush when he finally felt his balls settled against Pax’s ass.
    “More,” Pax begged.
    Colt hooked his arms under Pax’s legs and leaned over his mate, planting his hands on either side of Pax’s head. He started thrusting, moving faster and faster with each jab. Colt could feel the pressure building in his body almost immediately. He was too close to the edge for this to last long. Colt glanced down between their bodies to Pax’s pulsing cock.
    “Jerk yourself off, little bird.”
    Colt’s level of desire shot through the roof when Pax reached between them and grabbed his cock, stroking it furiously. Pax was panting so hard that Colt couldn’t tell if he was breathing in or breathing out.
    “Gonna,” Pax moaned.
    Colt groaned and thrust harder, faster. He could feel himself tittering on the edge of a momentous orgasm. He just needed a little bit more to toss him over to the side of bliss.