Page 75 of Tell No One
“Well done,” Delaney said.
“Thank you.”
“Who taught you to play?”
“An inmate. Want another game? If I win, I’ll be the bait if they arrange that hunt.”
“No.” Delaney pushed to his feet. “I’m going to bed. Everything’s locked up. There are alarms set, so don’t leave the house.”
Tag sagged as he watched him go. He hadn’t meant to piss him off.
He gave Delaney time to get into bed, then went up himself. When he’d finished in the bathroom, he stripped and climbed in beside Delaney doing everything he could to disturb him. Delaney said nothing and didn’t move a muscle. Tag rolled one way, then rolled the other and did his best to steal the sheet that was covering Delaney. On the last roll, he almost fell out of bed.
“If you move again, it will be the last time you move,” Delaney said quietly.
“I thought you were asleep, Alex.”
Delaney sighed.
“Sorry to disturb you, Victor.”
“Are you really?”
“No, Nigel.”
“Keep still. Otherwise, you’ll be sleeping on the floor.”
“What if I roll over when I’m asleep.”
“I’ll kick you out of bed. Stop talking.”
“What if I talk in my sleep?”
“I’ll strangle you.”
Tag smiled. “Is heavy breathing allowed?”
“Why would you be breathing heavily?”
“Duh!”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Delaney growled into his neck.
Tag closed his eyes and sighed silently. Only for his eyes to flash open a moment later when he felt a finger twisting the hair on the back of his neck. Goose bumps flashed down his arms. Delaney slowly drew his finger down the centre of his back, all the way to a place that made Tag suck in a breath. Then he did it again. Over and over until finally he was using his tongue and Tag couldn’t have moved, for anything. Delaney left a trail of gentle little flicks and licks all the way down Tag’s spine and into the crease of his backside, and heat curled in the pit of Tag’s stomach.
For a moment, he thought he was going to get rimmed for the first time in his life, until “That’s so good,” slipped from his lips and Delaney moved back.Because I spoke? What is it with him?Hands spread the cheeks of his backside and cold lube splashed his arsehole.
Tag flinched. “That was quick,” he blurted. “You can get tablets for that.”
“Shut up.”
Delaney clamped a hand over Tag’s mouth and thrust inside him hard enough to make Tag arch in pain, then arch again in pleasure. Delaney kept his hand on his mouth and pounded into him. It didn’t shut Tag up, not completely. He was whimpering into Delaney’s palm, gasping each time he drove his cock into him, the mix of pleasure and pain blurring to pure pleasure the longer it went on. He was hitting his prostate on every stroke and Tag could feel himself riding higher and higher.
“Don’t come on the bed,” Delaney said.
Fuck!
Delaney pulled out and flipped Tag over, his hand on Tag’s shoulder now and not his mouth, but holding him down. As he pushed back inside him, he wrapped his other hand around Tag’s cock, jerking him off until with a loud, choked cry Tag came over Delaney’s fingers. A moment later, Delaney stiffened and came too. Tag had his eyes shut because he wasn’t sure he could bear to see something he didn’t want to see on Delaney’s face.Dislike? Disdain?That had been rougher than Tag had hoped for, yet still hot.Because I’m an idiot.
