Page 7 of Kiss of Embers
“Aye. Hurry up.”
Holding his stare, I lined myself up with his hole, then pushed inside, sliding past the first ring of muscle. His tight heatengulfed me, and I curled over him and pressed my forehead to his as I clung to my control.
“You feel so good,” I breathed, my body shaking. “So perfect. I love your ass. I love you.”
Humor touched his tone. “In that order?”
I lifted my head so I could frown at him. “You know what I mean.”
The amusement leaked into his eyes. “Aye, Struan, I know what you mean. And I love you too.” He squeezed his ass around my dick. “Now fuck me before I toss you off the side of the mountain.”
“That would raise a few German eyebrows,” I said, withdrawing a few inches and then thrusting back inside.
He grunted his agreement.
“We might lose our security deposit on the cabin.”
Finn tangled a hand in my hair and yanked my head down. “Struan?”
“Aye?”
“Stop talking.”
“Okay.”
I fucked him hard, driving him into the bed until the headboard slammed against the wall and the skis we’d propped in the corner of the room crashed to the floor. The sex turned aggressive and then feral, and we rolled on the big mattress, ending up on our sides with me drilling Finn from behind.
“Is this what you wanted?” I growled, hooking an arm under his thigh and yanking it to his shoulder. “My shameless slut, flaunting your ass in those tight little shorts. Flashing this pretty hole and hoping I’d pound it.”
“Knowingyou’d pound it,” he corrected, his breath hitching from the force of my thrusts. He twisted his upper body enough to grasp my jaw. “You can’t help yourself. It’s all you think about.”
He had me there. So I shut up and kissed him, licking into his hot mouth as my body caught fire. My balls bounced off his ass, the sharp slap of skin against skin warring with the sounds of our sloppy kiss and the squealing bed. Sweat stung my eyes. I was burning up, my blood replaced with rocket fuel. I’d closed my eyes at some point, but I knew Finn reached for his dick. After so many years together, I read him as easily as opening my favorite book. I’d made a study of Finn MacAlasdair, and I knew all his tells. How he tensed when he couldn’t hold out any longer. How he tried to hide it because he hated anyone guessing his moves before he made them. So I never let on. I just kept fucking him. Loving him. Sharing my body with the man I craved like my lungs craved air.
Finn wrenched his lips from mine. He pumped his cock furiously, his hand a blur. “Come for me,” he panted. “Come inside me.”
My body leapt to his command, come spurting from me mid-thrust. I cried out as I seized Finn’s hip and buried my dick to the hilt. Reality blurred, sliding into something bright and shiny. Stars, maybe. I didn’t fucking know, and I didn’t care. The splendor of the universe was a distant second to the waves of raw pleasure pumping through me.
Finn found his release seconds after I started to come down. His shout rang in my ears as his body jerked and his ass tightened around my still-pulsing dick. When he stopped twitching, I pulled out and then maneuvered onto my knees between his thighs. He lay on his back with his eyes closed, one hand still clutching his spent cock. Come glistened on his chest. I pushed his knees up, then stifled a moan at the sight of my seed dribbling from his hole.
“Let’s not waste this,” I said, scooping my come onto my finger and pushing it back inside him.
His eyes flew open, then narrowed to slits. He let me have my way for a moment, shivering while I collected our mingled come and fingered it into his ass. But Finn could never stay passive for long. After a second, he surged up, grabbed my shoulders, and pulled me on top of him. I went gladly, landing between his spread thighs. We shuddered together as I notched my cockhead against his hole and pressed back inside.
“Fuck, Struan,” he breathed, sliding his fingers into my hair. He wrapped his legs around my waist as he kissed me. It was my favorite kind of kiss—gentle and unhurried, our tongues twining around each other. Sweat cooled on my skin. Finn’s scent surrounded me. I nuzzled his neck and breathed him in, savoring the heady combination of smoke, incense, andme.
Yeah, putting my scent all over him was just as nice as fucking him.
“That was amazing,” he said, stroking his fingertips down my back.
“It always is,” I mumbled against his shoulder. His fingers were magic on my skin, and my voice was lazy as I floated on a sea of contentment. “Let’s sleep all day and then fuck again before dinner.”
He made another pass down my back. Then his chest lifted as he sighed. “We should probably ski at some point. Isn’t that why you wanted to take this vacation?”
“Tomorrow.” I was too damn comfortable to move. And the cabin’s shower was big and modern. A shower with Finn sounded a whole lot better than freezing my bollocks off on the side of the mountain.
“Hmm.” A teasing note entered Finn’s tone. “We haven’t skied much since we got here. Are you sure you didn’t have another reason for booking this trip?”
I stiffened. Then I lifted my head and met his amused stare. As I searched for a change of subject, his gaze softened. Hemoved his hands to my cheeks and stroked over the whiskers I could never conquer no matter how many times a day I shaved.