Page 113 of Incubus
Their foreheads remained pressed together for balance, leverage, as Nathan gave surprisingly familiar tugs that pulled something like purrs from Sasha’s throat. It wasn’t as if Nathan didn’t know how to do this—all men knew how to do this. But seeing Sasha’s eyelids flutter and his breathing build were just as thrilling as being touched in return.
None of Nathan’s lovers had ever called him selfish.
Sasha’s forehead slid away, his lips brushing Nathan’s jaw as they made their way back down Nathan’s neck. He kissed right up to Nathan’s ear again and bit gently just below it, licking at the skin and making the tiny hairs there stand on end.
Multitasking was not usually a problem for Nathan but Sasha’s tender bite made him falter. He enjoyed the feeling of Sasha in his hand, hot and slick as he passed his thumb over the slit, and Sasha shivered in his hold again. Nathan wanted to keep pulling out those reactions over and over again. He loved the strange little purrs Sasha made, even loved the animal nature in Sasha that made him want to bite and growl.
One of Sasha’s large hands found contact with Nathan’s skin, starting at his thigh and trailing up and inward until they had mirroring holds of each other that made Nathan gasp just as Sasha had.Thatwas different. Sasha’s hands were bigger than Nathan’s, bigger than any that had ever touched him so intimately. It was almost intimidating, but Sasha proved quickly how gently and skilled his soft fingers could move.
Nathan wasn't going to last long on his feet. His knees were already shaking, and it wasn’t any easier to stay steady with Sasha’s hands on him and those lips pressing into his neck, nibbling lightly. They needed to get to a flat surface.
It didn’t surprise Nathan at all that Sasha seemed to read his mind, pulling slowly away, achingly with the way his hand slid from Nathan’s skin, and then Sasha was backing up to the bed and lowering himself onto the mattress. The whole thing wasthe very definition of come-hither. Nathan was possessed by that pretty face, the red,redhair, eyes that managed to glow and look hazy with lust at the same time, and all that pale skin, bare.
Nathan wanted to run his tongue over every curve and dip of Sasha’s tattoo. The very idea of that shook him, that he would want such a thing at all, but if there were pheromones involved this time, they were only the normal kind, the kind that piqued Nathan’s interest enough for him to forget everything else, but still left him to his own devious thoughts and devices.
Joining Sasha on the bed just seemed like the logical thing to do, so Nathan went forward, sinking down into the mattress with Sasha beneath him, rubbing their hips agonizingly together, and going in for another kiss.
Nathan stopped just before their lips could touch, suddenly nauseous.
“What’s wrong?” Sasha asked, concern overtaking desire for a moment.
Nathan pushed up and started to get off the bed. “We can’t do this.”
Sasha immediately followed. “Nathan…?”
“I know it's just a guest room, but...it's still Schu's bed,” Nathan said, shuddering at the thought. “Creeps me out.”
The anxiety on Sasha’s face melted away, leaving behind the closest thing possible to a laugh without there actually being sound. Sasha stepped into Nathan’s body, chests touching, erections passing each other teasingly again. “The floor?” he said, his breathy voice hot on Nathan’s skin.
Whatever amount of arousal Nathan had lost a moment ago quickly found its way back. He reached for Sasha’s hips and pulled, loving the electricity the friction caused. “Floor’s good,” Nathan choked out and immediately crumbled, pulling Sasha down with him until they landed hard on the carpet in a heap of naked flesh.
Sasha laughed too loudly and Nathan, despite allowing a few chuckles of his own, shushed him.
“Someone could hear us,” Nathan said, even as he was positioning Sasha onto his back and climbing on top of the incubus’ body.
“Then shut up and kiss me,” Sasha countered, reaching up to take Nathan’s face in his hands and pull their lips together. This kiss was slower—light flicks of their tongues, little nibbles on the flesh of their lips, and harsh, heavy breaths they couldn’t quite catch.
Nathan’s hips jerked against Sasha’s and he felt a moan building. It got lost between their mouths but the overload of sensations had Nathan quivering. He needed to touch Sasha, found himself running his hands down Sasha’s arms, over his chest and lower, loving the way Sasha’s stomach dipped when he breathed as if Nathan could fall right into him.
Everything was smooth, hard muscle, the softness Nathan was used to with a woman still present in Sasha’s skin but so very different. Nathan reached between Sasha’s legs, a knee firmly planted on either side of his hips. As Nathan stroked Sasha, offering those same, familiar pulls, he watched the redhead's reactions like they were artwork, the way he pressed his head back into the carpet, mouth slightly parted, his neck so long as it arched. Nathan wanted to lick it, so he bent down and made a wet trail from the dip in Sasha’s throat all the way up to his jaw line.
Sasha shivered.
Then, when Sasha pulled Nathan down into another kiss with strong hands at either side of his face, the grip Nathan had on Sasha got lost, but the pressure of their bodies tight against each other made up for it. They moved in rhythm with each other as their mouths met, their hips fervent, desperate. All too quickly, the twin heat between their bodies had Nathan so out of hismind for release that he was using a knee to spread Sasha’s legs apart before he knew what he was doing.
Nathan realized what he meant to do with somewhat of a shock. He knew what he wanted, but he wasn’t sure if there were some kind of rules to follow.
Was it okay? Did he need to ask permission? Did they need to flip a coin or something?
“Nathan…” Sasha mewled, his breath labored as he bucked his hips off the floor and stared at Nathan with half-lidded eyes.
If Nathan did need some kind of permission, he was pretty sure that was it.
“What about…?” Nathan trailed, making a weak hand gesture that he hoped conveyed their very obvious lack of lubrication.
Sasha just laughed. “Nathan…I’m literallymadefor sex. We don’t need anything.”
Nathan nodded absently, but still spit into his hand for some crude approximation. He had done this before. Withgirls. But he knew how the mechanics worked. Usually, if a girl was into this position, he would prepare her with one hand and let the other tease her body somewhere else, helping distract her from the first few stretches that could sometimes pinch. Nathan did the same as he began to prepare Sasha, but more to distract himself. If he thought too hard about this, he knew he would start to choke up.
