hesitation this time, cupped Axel’s neck with one hand and kissed him deeply.
“There you go,” Gabriel chuckled and the others chimed in their approval.
Clint ignored them and withdrew from the kiss slowly, reluctantly, his lips brushing Axel’s mouth as he murmured, “I’ll be home soon.”
A light sting burned Axel’s eyes.
Home.
Chapter 12
“Come Back Again”
♦
Proof? What kind of proof did he have? The Egyptian withdrew his hand but Kane could still feel the man’s strong thumb gliding over his lips, dipping into his mouth just enough for him to taste the slight saltiness of his skin. His heart was beating much too hard, laboring his breath and causing mild dizziness.
“Do you want your proof right here, or…” he glanced past Kane and into the apartment.
“Right here,” Kane rasped. Proof or not, if the man set foot inside, the battle would be lost. Game over.
Cochise observed him with deliberate slowness that felt much too physical. Kane tried to resist the effect but his body was experiencing the phantom touch –and responding in like manner. He wanted to wrap the second towel around his waist as well, but was certain it would simply draw more attention to his growing erection.
“As you wish,” the Egyptian spoke low, almost gruff. His probing eyes gripped Kane’s unnerved stare. “You gave a detailed description of how you like to suck cock. Told me to imagine you on your knees before me doing everything you were describing.”
His legs trembled, nearly buckling and dropping Kaneto the floor. How would that look? “That’s not proof.” His mumbled words shook.
“I wasn’t finished.” Cochise shifted but remained on the opposite side of the threshold –like a vampire unable to enter without permission.
Oh, he’ll suck you dry, no doubt. Such thoughts were not helping to diffuse his arousal. He shuddered when the man began to sketch the contours of his face with a single fingertip, tracing the line of his cheekbone then his jaw.
“You told me about that thing you do with your tongue…” His short fingernail raked across Kane’s chin below his bottom lip. Kane trembled. The towel tented a bit more. “…Said it would make me come without you sucking me.” Fuck. The man wasn’t lying after all. Cochise plucked slowly at Kane’s lower lip. “But where’s the fun in that?”
Kane stared at him, his words gone.
“You mentioned the little trick you learned that enabled you to swallow any size cock without gagging.” He touched his fingertip between Kane’s eyes and slowly dragged it down the bridge of his nose, over the tip and back to his lips. “Every inch…to the hilt.”
Shit .
“I said you were drunk and just telling bullshit stories.” He shoved his hand through Kane’s wet hair, scraping his nails down the back of his head to grip the nape of his neck –and leaned closer, his face inches away. “You bet me a round of phone fucking that you weren’t talking shit.” His breath puffed hotly against Kane’s lips. “I fronted you the phone fuck on good faith…now it’s your turn to pay up.”
Kane shivered and nodded –and was immediately pulled into a hard kiss as the man stepped into the apartment. His strong body shoved Kane back enough to knock the door shut with a bang, then Cochise had his head in both hands, tongue swirling inside Kane’s mouth. He wasn’t aware they had moved from the living room to the kitchen until he was pinning the Egyptian against the counter.
The man yanked the towel from around Kane’s neck and tossed it away. His slick, hot tongue lathered his throat, followed by sharp nips and ravenous sucking. “You taste fucking good,” Cochise growled between pants of breath and mouthfuls of flesh. He grabbed Kane’s ass, and squeezed, crumpling fistfuls of the towel –then ripped it off his hips and sent it sailing. His strong fingers dug into firm, flexed ass cheeks and pulled Kane hard against
“There you go,” Gabriel chuckled and the others chimed in their approval.
Clint ignored them and withdrew from the kiss slowly, reluctantly, his lips brushing Axel’s mouth as he murmured, “I’ll be home soon.”
A light sting burned Axel’s eyes.
Home.
Chapter 12
“Come Back Again”
♦
Proof? What kind of proof did he have? The Egyptian withdrew his hand but Kane could still feel the man’s strong thumb gliding over his lips, dipping into his mouth just enough for him to taste the slight saltiness of his skin. His heart was beating much too hard, laboring his breath and causing mild dizziness.
“Do you want your proof right here, or…” he glanced past Kane and into the apartment.
“Right here,” Kane rasped. Proof or not, if the man set foot inside, the battle would be lost. Game over.
Cochise observed him with deliberate slowness that felt much too physical. Kane tried to resist the effect but his body was experiencing the phantom touch –and responding in like manner. He wanted to wrap the second towel around his waist as well, but was certain it would simply draw more attention to his growing erection.
“As you wish,” the Egyptian spoke low, almost gruff. His probing eyes gripped Kane’s unnerved stare. “You gave a detailed description of how you like to suck cock. Told me to imagine you on your knees before me doing everything you were describing.”
His legs trembled, nearly buckling and dropping Kaneto the floor. How would that look? “That’s not proof.” His mumbled words shook.
“I wasn’t finished.” Cochise shifted but remained on the opposite side of the threshold –like a vampire unable to enter without permission.
Oh, he’ll suck you dry, no doubt. Such thoughts were not helping to diffuse his arousal. He shuddered when the man began to sketch the contours of his face with a single fingertip, tracing the line of his cheekbone then his jaw.
“You told me about that thing you do with your tongue…” His short fingernail raked across Kane’s chin below his bottom lip. Kane trembled. The towel tented a bit more. “…Said it would make me come without you sucking me.” Fuck. The man wasn’t lying after all. Cochise plucked slowly at Kane’s lower lip. “But where’s the fun in that?”
Kane stared at him, his words gone.
“You mentioned the little trick you learned that enabled you to swallow any size cock without gagging.” He touched his fingertip between Kane’s eyes and slowly dragged it down the bridge of his nose, over the tip and back to his lips. “Every inch…to the hilt.”
Shit .
“I said you were drunk and just telling bullshit stories.” He shoved his hand through Kane’s wet hair, scraping his nails down the back of his head to grip the nape of his neck –and leaned closer, his face inches away. “You bet me a round of phone fucking that you weren’t talking shit.” His breath puffed hotly against Kane’s lips. “I fronted you the phone fuck on good faith…now it’s your turn to pay up.”
Kane shivered and nodded –and was immediately pulled into a hard kiss as the man stepped into the apartment. His strong body shoved Kane back enough to knock the door shut with a bang, then Cochise had his head in both hands, tongue swirling inside Kane’s mouth. He wasn’t aware they had moved from the living room to the kitchen until he was pinning the Egyptian against the counter.
The man yanked the towel from around Kane’s neck and tossed it away. His slick, hot tongue lathered his throat, followed by sharp nips and ravenous sucking. “You taste fucking good,” Cochise growled between pants of breath and mouthfuls of flesh. He grabbed Kane’s ass, and squeezed, crumpling fistfuls of the towel –then ripped it off his hips and sent it sailing. His strong fingers dug into firm, flexed ass cheeks and pulled Kane hard against
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