Page 6 of Kiss of Embers

“When I’m ready,” he said. His tone was polite and reasonable, as if we discussed the weather. “You’re an unrepentant cocktease, Struan. Someone needs to teach you a lesson.” He tightened his arm—and scooped his hips, unashamedly rutting against my back.

Dots swam in my vision. I tensed, prepared to throw my body backward and smash him into the wall again. He channeled away, and I stumbled forward as oxygen rushed into my lungs.

Finn was on me before I could regain my balance. He shoved me into the wall, crowding me with his body. I had an inch of height on him, but he was faster, and he pinned my arms over my head before I could blink. His eyes flashed red as he thrust his hips against mine, grinding our dicks together.

The fight left me. I sagged against his grip, a whimper slipping from between my lips. My cock pulsed, and my balls throbbed as need mounted. Trapped between Finn and the wall, I struggled to move. But he held me fast, grinding all over me as he squeezed my wrists. We were both leaking, our shafts growing slick with our mingled precome.

“I could keep you like this,” Finn rasped, his lips touching mine. “Pin you to the wall and use you whenever I pleased. Would you like that? Would you be hard for me?” He pumped his hips harder, working his damp erection over mine. His voice dipped lower, and his warm breath fluttered over my mouth. “Aye, you’d be a good boy for me, wouldn’t you, Struan? Just a hard, ready cock hanging on the wall whenever I wanted to use it.”

“Aye,” I said, only vaguely aware what I was agreeing to. But when it came to Finn, I would have agreed to anything. “Let me fuck you,” I begged.

“Mmm, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

What?It was agreatidea. The best I’d ever had. But Finn was playing his favorite game now, punishing me for edging him.

“Please,” I croaked, my throat still burning from his rough treatment. “I’ll be good.” I tried to kiss him, but he jerked his head back, denying me. My fingers tingled as his unrelenting grip on my wrists cut off my circulation. That was one of his games, too—proving he could control me whenever he wished. Unfortunately, my dicklovedFinn’s games. It throbbed between my legs, every sultry roll of Finn’s hips wrenching my misery higher.

“Will you?” he asked tilting his head.

I nodded mine vigorously, ready to pledge my sword, so to speak, to any cause he suggested. “Aye. I’ll be so good. Just…oh gods…need to fuck you.”

His eyes flickered between gray and red, more of his mother’s heritage peeking out. Thick lashes swept his cheeks as he ran his gaze down my chest to the place where our dicks met. His lips curved as he released my wrists. Slowly, he sank to his knees.

I held my breath, not daring to lower my arms. Finn hadn’t told me to, so I wouldn’t. Simple as that.

He peered up at me, authority rolling off him. My cock brushed his cheek, and he leaned into it, letting the engorged tip slide along his jaw to the corner of his lips. “Show me, then,” he murmured. “Show me how good you can be.”

He sucked my cock into his mouth.

My moan was loud enough to cause an avalanche. I thrust hard, my dick sliding over his hot, talented tongue. He licked all around my shaft, lapping at my slit before taking me to the back of his throat. Then he bobbed his head, his mouth stretched wide as he swallowed my cock over and over.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, letting my head loll against the wall. I kept my arms flung over my head, and I curled my hands into fists as I thrust my hips, nailing the back of Finn’s throat. He held my stare with red-sheened eyes as he let me fuck his mouth.

But I knew better than to come. As soon as the thought materialized, Finn slid a hand up my thigh to my balls. He cupped me, squeezing just hard enough to get his message across.

Mine.

Pleasure shot through me in spiky currents. Sweat coated my skin. The hallway filled with my ragged breaths and the slick, heavy sounds of my cock tunneling into Finn’s mouth. He kept a tight grip on my nuts as he swallowed my dick, taking every inch with no effort. The phrase “gag reflex” simply didn’t apply to him. He was a dark-haired god of sex on his knees, his bare shoulders kissed by the morning sunlight that streamed down the hallway. His erection bobbed with his movements, the thickshaft traced with fat veins. But the plump crown drew my gaze. Broad and shiny, it drooled precome from a prominent slit.

My mouth watered for those glistening drops. Release barreled toward me, but I held back. I couldn’t disappoint Finn.

“Want you,” I gasped, my plea more of a moan than actual speech. I grabbed at the air above my head, desperate to keep my orgasm at bay.

Finn gave me a final suck, then surged to his feet. He seized my spit-soaked dick in an iron grip and put his face in mine. “If you want me, then come get me.”

He disappeared.

I shot off the wall and tore into the bedroom, almost ripping the door off the hinges in the process. Finn was already on his back on the bed. I landed on top of him and crushed my mouth to his. Our tongues tangled as we moaned and huffed into each other’s mouths. My dick lodged in his cleft, and I rocked my hips, dragging my shaft up and down the hot furrow of his ass. He spread his legs wider and hooked a knee over one of my hips.

“Get the fuck in me,” he growled against my lips.

“Lube,” I said hoarsely.

He shoved a bottle into my hand.

I reared back long enough to slick my shaft. He pulled his knees to his chest, putting himself on display. And what a display. Dusky sack. Thick cock lying on taut, heaving abs. Blushing pink hole still glossy and open from my tongue. I fingered lube into him, testing his readiness and trying not to lose my mind.

“Is this where you want me?” I asked, clenching my jaw at the hot clutch of his passage.