Enslaved by a Warrior [Sold! 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Anitra Lynn McLeod Page A

it completely.” Blessed examined Tyler’s hair. It was pale, thin, and very different from his own. “You cut yours?”
    “Yeah. It just keeps growing, but it has no feeling. Not like yours.”
    Blessed caressed his scalp and his hair as he did the same to him. It seemed they both liked the contact, Blessed more so than Tyler. Before he could become too enslaved by Tyler’s pleasing strokes, he said, “Another.”
    “You first.”
    “You are just saying the same things I am.”
    “That’s not fair. I’m sharing information with you, just as you are with me. Now,” Tyler said, leaning close. “Show me another spot that you like touched.”
    Debating whether or not to share something so deeply personal, Blessed decided that he should show Tyler since he would never tell another. “Here.” He lifted his arm and showed him a band of muscle that wrapped around from his back to his chest. “I know it doesn’t seem like much, but when you stroke along this, I—” He was unable to finish when Tyler slid his hand along the length of muscle. His eyes closed as he lay back on the bed with his arms above his head.
    Tyler straddled his hips and then proceeded to stroke both sides. And then he leaned forward and kissed Blessed’s lips while he did the motion again. It was a curious blending of sensations that had Blessed longing for release. When he opened his eyes, he discovered Tyler’s were closed as he kissed and touched him.
    “Your turn.”
    Tyler’s eyes opened slowly, and Blessed realized that one of the things that excited Tyler was pleasing him. How curious. Most creatures looked after their own enjoyment first, but Tyler seemed to be able to translate Blessed’s gratification into his own.
    “Kissing.”
    “We have done that.”
    “Minimally, yeah. But there’s more to it than just pressing our lips together.”
    “Show me.” Blessed moved as if to sit up, but Tyler placed his hand on his chest, encouraging him to stay where he was.
    Tyler leaned in close, pressed his lips to Blessed’s, and then he swiped his tongue against Blessed’s lips. It was a strange sensation. And then he slid his tiny tongue inside Blessed’s mouth. The shock of contact with his own tongue made the length of flesh coil around Tyler’s, and then Blessed sucked lightly.
    Pulling back, Tyler looked down at him, and for a moment, Blessed thought he’d done something wrong.
    “You’re a natural.”
    “I am?”
    “Yes. That’s exactly what I like about kissing. Twisting our tongues together.” Tyler leaned forward, and they kissed deeply again. This time, Blessed snaked his tongue within Tyler’s mouth, which caused him to groan. And then Blessed went too far or too deep. Whatever he’d done caused Tyler to pull back very suddenly so he could cough.
    “Okay, big guy, don’t stick your tongue down my throat.” Tyler grinned. “I need that for breathing.”
    “I thought that tongue dueling was what you liked.”
    “Yeah, but that’s a bit much. Keep it soft, like a dance. Okay?”
    Blessed looked down. “You’re hard again.”
    “I know. See what kissing does to me?”
    Tyler leaned in, kissing Blessed in his relaxed way. Blessed kept going even though he wasn’t completely sure he liked this, but since Tyler did, he would gladly do it as much and as often as he desired. And then Tyler kissed him, stroked the side muscle with one hand, and caressed his hair with the other. Blessed was lost in the mix of sensations. It was glorious. He’d never slowed down enough or shared enough to have all his favorites touched at the same time.
    Cupping his hand around Tyler’s buttock, he stroked his fingers up and down the crevasse of his behind. With his other hand, he teased the side of his neck, noting that his heart rate increased as did the speed of his kissing.
    Teasing one another, they slowly built their lust to the point where they needed climax. But they held off. The delay increased the pressure, and they