Page 28 of Brought to Light
I stepped up behind him, letting my cock kiss the crease of his ass. God, I wanted to thrust right in, but…not yet. “Where’s the jar?”
“Sorry,” Linden gasped. “On the ground.”
I grabbed it and yanked the stopper out, letting that fall back down. It’d be a mess, and hopefully none of us would need it again…and if we did, it’d be too little too late, anyway. Tomorrow we’d either live or die, and that was that.
Linden moaned as I pushed two slicked fingers between his cheeks and brushed my fingertips over his hole. It’d been a while since I fucked a guy, but muscle memory took over and I probed him open, careful not to go too fast.
And it wasn’t nearly fast enough for him. He shoved his ass back onto my fingers. “You won’t break me,” he gritted out.
In reply, I shoved my fingers deeper and twisted my hand, finding his prostate and pushing on it without mercy.
Linden howled, writhing around my hand. I pegged him hard, not letting up at all, the tightness of his body clenching around me driving me nearly as wild as it was making him.
Enough. Even if he could take more, I couldn’t.
I slicked up my cock and leaned over his back, letting the head push against his hole. I wasn’t going to go easy on him, because message fucking received, but Iwasgoing to make him ask me first before I gave it to him. My hand found its way around his throat again. They fit so perfectly, my big hand, so used to doing violence, and his slim neck, so breakable. I could kill him in a few different ways within seconds in this position. He wouldn’t even be able to scream.
And he trusted me. He’d made himself as vulnerable to me as he could possibly get.
I needed to hear him tell me how much he wanted it.
“How hard do you want me to fuck you, Linden?”
“How hard can you fuck me?” He was aiming for bravado, I thought, but that little hitch in his voice gave him away.
I leaned in and pressed a line of kisses down the back of his neck, hating the fabric of his shirt cutting me off from going lower. I nudged with my cock until the head pressed into him. Just the tip, but it made us both gasp as his body tightened around me.
“I guess you’ll find out, won’t you?”
“Oh,” he said, and shivered. “Yes, please.”
Well, I could be a gentleman when someone asked nicely. I thrust the whole length of my cock inside him in one go.
Linden’s entire body went rigid, and he let out a gasp that could’ve been a voiceless scream. I pulled out slowly, savoring the drag of friction, savoring his trembling anticipation even more, and slammed back into him as hard as I could.
He did scream then. I slid my hand up and clapped it over his mouth, stifling the tail end of it. His tongue slid against my palm and I fucked into him even harder than I’d meant to, making his feet skid in the loose leaves and dirt.
Fuck it. He’d wanted me to show him what I’d got, so I fucking would.
I wrapped the other arm around his waist to pin him in place, and then I pounded him into the next fucking realm.
Sweat trickled down my spine even in the chill, and his half-suppressed cries and my harsh panting breaths filled the air. Nothing mattered. Not the fight that night, not the fight to come, not Jesse’s fate, not the fact that I’d probably never go home.
Nothing mattered but Linden’s heat surrounding me and the way his slim body twisted and bucked in my hold. Nothing mattered but getting him off in a way he’d never forget.
I bent my knees enough to change the angle of my thrusts, and he let out another scream, so I knew I had it.
A few more thrusts like that, and he shook against me. His come spattered my arm. I let myself go, closing my eyes and racing to the finish, spilling inside him in pulse after pulse that nearly turned me inside out.
I slumped over his back, my hand falling away from his mouth. I let it settle on his hip, absently massaging the jut of the bone and the softness of his skin. His hip fit just right in my hand, too. Every part of him seemed to. He fitme, in some bizarrely unlikely way, this man from another fucking world who’d never killed anyone and made magic hot chocolate. I didn’t want to let him go.
“I’m going to fall down,” Linden mumbled.
Except for that. I’d worn myself out, too, and if I let him take my weight we’d both end up flat on the ground.
Pulling out felt like leaving home, but I managed. So much for washing up in that stream earlier. Linden was going to be sticky for a while. When I slowly let him go, making sure he could hold himself up, and I saw my come slicking the insides of his thighs—yeah, I couldn’t even feel guilty about it. He looked so fucking hot like that, all messed up and wet. I did feel a little bad when I got my own pants fastened up and then started to help him pull up his, realizing that we didn’t have anything to clean him off with. He really was going to be sticky.
Linden didn’t seem to care, levering himself off the tree and buttoning his jeans without comment. I’d have put money on feeling awkward as hell in the aftermath, but I didn’t. It was a true afterglow. Slow and lazy and peaceful, with the quiet between us feeling more like the presence of something easy than the absence of anything to say.
