Page 116 of Tell No One
“Outside of the shower, I don’t know how safe we are. Be careful.”
“Do I get to stay all night?”
“Until five. You run at six thirty.” Delaney groaned. “I wish you didn’t have to run at all.”
“But I do?”
“If they arrested all these guys on the basis of intent, clever lawyers would talk them out of trouble, say it was just a grouse hunt. I couldn’t find anything about these hunts in the information I took. It may be there but I’ve not been told it’s been found. I think it’s safe to assume they destroy everything physical that could betray what they’re doing. Data, photographs, plans, timetables, maps, shots of the countryside, pictures of the killers with their trophies.”
“And if one of us is killed before your knights rush in on their chargers, they’d claim we just got in the way, that we’d been told to stay off the mountains and the shooting was accidental.”
“Shush.” Delaney pressed his lips to Tag’s to shut him up but Tag kissed with the same energy as he talked and all Delaney could feel was an intense aching want, not just for sex but for Tag to survive this.
He reached up to switch off the water. They made half-hearted attempts at drying themselves before Tag pulled him in close, trailing his lips down Delaney’s neck, then running his tongue along his collar bone before moving up to his ear. Something about having his ears played with tripped switches in Delaney’s head. It was an instant overload of sensation.
Somehow, they made it to the bed and much as Delaney wanted to be inside him, he also wanted Tag’s tender touches and his little smiles. Delaney dragged his tongue over Tag’s body, around his nipples until he squirmed, then over the bumps of his ribs, the hard bones of his hips and down to his cock. The moment he took Tag into his mouth, Tag cried out. He was still talking, muttering nothing, muttering everything as Delaney wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and teased him with flicks and licks and whisper-soft kisses.When do I ever do this?
He knew he should be shouting at Tag, pretending to abuse him but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
“Stop hurting me,” Tag called, as if he’d guessed what Delaney was thinking.
“Stop fighting.”
“Want to come with you inside me,” Tag whispered.
“You can come again after. You young.” He used Vadim’s voice but his own words, then sucked Tag to a wailing mess, Tag’s trembling fingers curled in Delaney’s hair while Delaney swallowed every drop of Tag’s release.
When Tag had his breath back, he smiled and whispered, “Make me come again.”
Tag found the lube and a condom and when his shaky fingers struggled to open the lube, Delaney took it from him and flicked up the cap. Once his hand was wet, Delaney slid a finger inside him and Tag made a soft sound that changed to ragged sobs and pleas as Delaney moved his finger in and out.
“Oh God,” Tag whispered. “Please, please.”
As Delaney pushed his finger deeper and kissed him, Tag’s words spilled into his mouth. “Please, please, please.”
Two fingers and Tag was holding onto him as if he was about to get swept away in an avalanche. Delaney’s tongue surged in the same rhythm as his fingers, fucking Tag’s mouth and when he turned two fingers into three, Tag grabbed his wrist.
“More,” Tag urged, in case Delaney hadn’t got the message.
He had. He exchanged fingers for cock, rolled Tag over and slid in him up to the hilt, the tight hold of Tag’s muscles making him groan. Then he pulled all the way out.
Tag twisted his head to look back at him. “What?”
Delaney laughed at the annoyed expression on Tag’s face, leaned over to kiss him and thrust back in. When he withdrew again, Tag began to hump the bed. Delaney put his hands on Tag’s hips and held him down as he began to work him. Why was it that the moment it felt so good, he was already dreading it ending? Only a few days without him and Delaney felt as if he’d been deprived of oxygen.
He slid his hands up to Tag’s shoulders and held him down as he powered into him. Tag let out a shuddering wail at the slight shift in position. Delaney drove in long and hard until the need to come began to overwhelm him.
Delaney slid his hand under Tag and wrapped his fist around his dick. Tag cried out and the splash of warmth on his fingers brought Delaney off too, one orgasm feeding the other, and even though Tag had come not long ago, Delaney felt the contractions of his body match his.
Finally, Delaney collapsed at his side.
It was Tag who got up and cleaned him off, got rid of the condom and climbed back into bed with him.
“What’s happening tomorrow?” Tag asked and winked at him.
“Fun time, little shit.”
“Am I going to enjoy it?”
