Page 125 of Flare

I tilted my head at his serious tone. “Really?”

“Absolutely.” His gaze swept a blistering trail over my body.

Jesus, this man.“You’re on.” I ran my hands from his shoulders to his hard, leaking cock, relishing the million goose bumps that popped on his skin along the way. This wasn’t going to be slow or pretty. I wasn’t risking losing what I had. “Any strong feelings about being topped hard, babe?”

His pupils blew black. “Someverystrong feelings, as it happens.”

“Interesting.” I kept stroking, shoulder to cock, over his harness and his bound wrists, down his quivering belly to his thick shaft, and under his tight balls just into his crease. “Care to share?” I palmed his erection and squeezed.

He thrust up into my hand. “How about I just say that I’m more than prepared to be a martyr to the greater good. You can thank me later.” He wriggled his hips, which sent his cock flicking from side to side. “Batter up.”

I snorted and straddled his thighs, the soft brush of his hair on my arse sending a shiver up my spine. “How noble of you. I’ll try to be gentle.”

“Don’t you dare.” His groans gained momentum as my fingers circled the head of his cock, swiping over the slit and pulling a slick thread.

“Stop torturing me.” He flung his head back on the pillow.

I got to my knees and used one to nudge Beck’s legs apart so I could settle between them, his big, heavy cock staring up at me. I stretched forward over his belly and chest to press a fierce kiss to his lips, then one to each bound hand, then his belly, and before I could change my mind, my tongue flicked out for a taste of his cock, the zing of salt in my mouth like fucking champagne.

His head whipped up in shock and we locked eyes, the ridiculous smile on my face reflecting the giddy heights of my heart. It was a big moment, a first for us, for me,huge,and we both knew it.

“Jesus, Rhys,” he marvelled. “Get up here and kiss me.”

I surged up his chest to do just that, plunging my tongue deep to feed him a taste of himself and taking his bottom lip between my teeth to nibble, almost delirious with my accomplishment. And when I sat back, his eyes glittered in the soft dawn light.

“You good?”

The check-in was welcome, and I nodded.

“Okay. But maybe warn a guy next time.”

“We’ll see. Now turn over.” I slapped his hip.

“And he’s back.” Beck wriggled onto his stomach and up onto his elbows and I shoved some pillows in position to keep him comfortable. “FYI. It’s been a while, but the welcome mat’s out, baby.”

“I’ll make sure to wipe my feet... thoroughly.”

He laughed and dropped his shoulders, putting himself arse up and on full mouth-watering display. How I managed to suit and slick up with hands shaking like fucking leaves in a thundering southerly, I’ll never know. I’d only fucked two men skin to skin and neither as important as this man. None of my hook-ups got further than their jeans around their ankles.

Beck was on a whole other level. He was so fucking beautiful, long and hard and laid out for the taking, formytaking. So much trust. Trust I could only imagine.

I reached between his legs to give his swollen cock a few solid strokes and rolled his balls in my hand, teasing and tugging as he cursed and groaned, loud and insistent. Then my hands stretched over his broad shoulders before running down that long, long body to his tight-muscled arse.

I popped a kiss in the small of his back and then slicked my fingers and slid them into his crease. He tensed, hissing into the pillow, and then he pushed back, looking for more as I massaged his hole before pressing a finger inside, just to the first knuckle. He groaned and clenched down.

“Shhh, babe.” I kissed the patch of skin at the top of his crease. “You’re so fucking tight. Breathe.”

He sucked in a deep breath, blew it out slowly, and the steel grip loosened.

I drew my finger out, then pushed in deeper this time, crooking it to find...

“Yessss!” His head jerked up. “Do that again.” He groaned and rocked his hips, fucking himself on my fingers, first one, then two as I raked them over his prostate, my mind on replay from moments before.

I licked him. I fucking licked him. Sweet Jesus.

“Dammit, Rhys, I’m dying here.”

I slapped his arse. “How do you want it?”

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