Page 20 of Dark Fire Kiss

“No,” I murmured. “Not at all.” I lowered my mouth to his.

He met me hungrily, an eager grunt rumbling from his chest.

I pushed inside, stroking my tongue against his. Licking the water from his lips as I ground my dick against his.

His groan filled my mouth, and he reached between us as if to grip my shaft.

“Mmph,” was all I could manage before tearing my mouth away and resting my forehead against his. Chest heaving, I muttered, “Not yet. I’ll come if you touch me.”

His lips curved in a sexy grin and his breath fluttered against my lips as he murmured, “Then I guess you’ll have to touch me then.”

“I can do better than that.” I dragged my mouth down his neck, savoring the scrap of stubble as I trailed a line of kisses to his chest. He moaned when I kept going, and then sucked in a breath when I dropped to my knees and swallowed his cock.

“Fuck,” he gasped, thrusting hard against my face. “Oh fuck, Bram.”

Water pounded the tiles next to me as I loosened my jaw and took him to the back of my throat. He was leaking already, and I swallowed greedily, reveling in his taste. I worked him the way I knew he liked best, going at his cock like it was an ice cream cone. Alternating between deep, thorough sucks and lighter flicks of my tongue. I dragged my teeth up and down his length, then suckled his tip, earning another shot of precum for my efforts.

He was fucking gorgeous above me, with his wet hair tousled around his sculpted face and his full lower lip caught between his teeth. His moans mingled with the hiss of the spray as he threaded his fingers through my hair and pumped his hips. “Can’t last,” he panted. “Need to come.”

I released him with a pop and pinched the tip of his dick as I stood. Abs brushing his, I rubbed a thumb over his lower lip. “Wait, baby,” I whispered. “Can you do that for me?”

A shudder passed through him. Fire danced in his eyes, turning the silver to gold. He swallowed a couple times, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he struggled to hold himself back. “Aye,” he said hoarsely. “Anything for you.”

I kissed him again because it was impossible not to. Our dicks slid against each other, and it was like a lightning bolt attached itself to the base of my spine. Hard and perilously close to the edge, I pulled away and muttered, “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

He complied, his shaft bobbing as he went, and it was all I could do not to prise his taut cheeks apart and fuck him on the spot.

But I wanted this to last.

I palmed his ass with both hands and squeezed, drawing another moan from him. Then I let my palms smooth down his thighs and back up again, running them over his broad back and around his rib cage to his taut pecs. Over his flat nipples, which I pinched before coasting down his abs to his rock hard shaft. I stroked him everywhere, learning him all over again even though I knew every inch of his body by heart.

He shuddered, his blond head dipping forward. “Bram,” he said, a world of longing in his voice.

I gave his ass a final squeeze and kissed his shoulder. “Stay just like this. Don’t you dare touch yourself.”

His moan of protest followed me out of the shower, and the dull thud of his forehead hitting the tile put a wicked smile on my face as I raced, wet and dripping, to the bedroom with my aching cock leading the way. I fetched a bottle of lube in record time and returned to the shower, where he was still braced against the wall with steam rising around his flawless body.

“Such an obedient mate,” I murmured, snapping open the lube and drizzling liquid over my fingers while I drank in his muscled back and rounded ass beaded with moisture.

He’d jerked at the sound of the cap opening, and now he turned his head and spoke over his shoulder. “Did you come in here to chat, or do you plan on fucking me sometime within this century?”

I slid two slick fingers between his cheeks and rubbed firmly around his hole. “Is that what you want, Fergus?” I stroked harder, teasing his entrance. “You want me to fuck this ass?”

His answer was a harsh exhalation, followed by an enthusiastic backwards thrust of his hips. He widened his stance and bowed his spine in blatant invitation. “More,” he rasped.

I slid my fingers down and cupped his balls. “Is that a yes?”

He hung his head, one hand on the wall curling into a fist. “Aye… Fuck, Bram, don’t tease me.” His hips rocked, and I wasn’t sure if he even realized he was moving.

“Since you asked so nicely,” I murmured, stroking my fingers back up and pushing inside. He clamped down hard, and I couldn’t hold back my grunt as raw pleasure sizzled down my dick, making every inch of my shaft throb with need. “So tight.” I pumped in and out, pushing the lube deeper. Stroking him open while steam rolled around us. “This ass was made for me to fuck.”

“So fuck it already.”

“Not yet.” I thrust my fingers deeper, hitting the spot that never failed to make him lose control. At his sharp intake of breath, I smiled. “I want to play with it first.”

He moaned and swiveled his hips, the muscles in his back rippling under his golden skin. After a minute of my stroking and teasing, he moved a hand between his legs.

But I moved faster, seizing his wrist and forcing his palm back to the wall. “I didn’t tell you to move,” I growled. Still fingering his ass, I slipped my other hand around his hip and grasped his cock.

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