Page 14 of Not Even A Mouse
It felt good. Hell, it justwasgood, but Myron wanted...that ineffable “more” he’d had at thebeginning,before his memories freaked him out. He rolled, wordlessly tuggingat Andy until the man got on board with the idea and shifted, stretching out on top of Myron. Within moments, Myronwas buriedin sensation again. Heat and weight all over him, limbs restricted by Andy’s hold made his breath come fast and shallow, huffing against Andy’s chest and neck.
Andy’s mouth had more freedom in thisposition,and he took advantage of it in a way Myron loved, tipping hischin up to give better access. Andy sprawled on top of him, hips still working in time but now Myron had the weight and friction of rutting up against the body above him. Solid and masculine, fur-covered and absolutely, unmistakably male.So perfect for me. Everything I want. Andy propped himself on a forearm and slipped his hand between them, his fingers joining Myron’s around their cocks. Heurged a rougher hold, groaning into Myron’s mouth when he complied, the heads of their cocks bumping across the ridges of his fingers.
Andy’s dick was shorter thanMyron’s,but what itlacked inlength it made up for in width. Broad, his cockhead had mushroomedoutand Myron slicked his thumb across the slit, dragging a gasp out of Andy that made him feel a hundred feet tall. He did it again,then jacked them both harder, pulling his hand up and down with a harsh grip Andy seemed to like if the sounds pouring from his mouth were any indication. Gasping and whining, he cried, “I’m close.”
Myron licked a path along Andy’s shoulder to the soft flesh of his neck, and after a moment ofhesitation,sank his teeth in briefly, the quick shudder of Andy’s body proof he’d been right to followhis instincts. Andy liked it a little rough.So do I, apparently. “Me, too.” He grunted, straining as he arched up. “Close.”
“Fuck, babe. So good.” Andy’s mouth was next to Myron’s ear, audible breaths broken by deep grunts. “Now. God, coming. Babe.”
The first splash of heat on his belly was enough to tip him over theedge,and Myron found himself writhing under Andy, rutting against his belly,hands full of the sheets he had ripped off the bed. He held on while Andy wrapped him up, giving Myron his full weight, letting Myron thrust and push until he came so hard it felt like a bomb detonated at the base of his spine. Long moments of gentle strokes from Andy’s fingers across his ribs and back, anchored him until the orgasm rolled away, leaving him feeling like his skin was too small,scoured raw by the sensation.
Bright lights brought him out of thememory,and Myron saw they were parking in the hospital lot.
“We’re here.” Brute shoved the keys across thecab,and Myron accepted them, pushing them deep into his pocket, discreetly adjusting himself at the same time. “Call if you need us, brother. Tell Mouse we’re all rooting for his girl.”
