Page 46 of Flesh and Fury

He held out his hand and Ari laughed, getting to his feet. He chuckled as he watched him waddle to the bed with his pants halfway down his legs. And deliberately stoppedfollowing several feet behind him, so he could watch the way his tight ass moved inside the lace as he shuffled the last few feet and flopped face first onto the bed.

He quickly seemed to remember where he was and rolled to his back, recovering his composure. No matter how clean these places claimed they were and how many times they swore they changed the bedding every single time a guest vacated the room, they only changed the actual bedspread or duvet when it was just short of downright dirty. He shivered at the thought as Eoghan stood, reaching down and ripping the foul thing off and exposing the freshly laundered sheets below.

Ari followed him, shedding his shirt as he went. He threw it onto the other bed and stopped in front of Eoghan as he bend to shuck his boots and pants, leaving him gloriously naked but for the lace underthings. Eoghan looked up at him, smiled and reached for him, but Ari grinned and backed up, not quite done undressing himself. He watched as Eoghan dropped onto the bed wearing only the gorgeous lacy manties which had curious red bows on each hip. He was still erect, and as Ari squatted to shed his own boots, he focused on the way Eoghan palmed himself through the delicate lace, looking decadent as he finally scooted to the middle of the bed. He spread his legs and laid himself out like a Thanksgiving feast for Ari’s pleasure alone.

When he was naked, Ari crawled onto the bed, his gaze fixed on Eoghan’s hand as he touched himself through the sexy manties. In seconds he was there, insinuating himself between Eoghan’s spread legs, staring up the length of his muscled torso. He batted his hand away from the precious package he considered his own. “I told you I was gonna suck you off and that’s exactly what I intend to do.”

He reached for Eoghan’s balls, giving them a good, tight squeeze, drawing a sexy gasp out of him.

“Hey, watch it. I’ve only got one set of those,” he said.

“No, baby,” Ari said, “you’ve got a whole other bunch of balls right here.” He patted his chest as Eoghan chuckled.

“Oh, God, please don’t make me laugh during sex. That’s so unattractive.”

Ari grinned at him, rolling his balls through the boy shorts. He shook his head and grasped the waistband of the lacy fabric, pulling it down over the head of his straining erection. He slid it all the way down, instantly missing the vision of his cock covered in sexy, stretch, black lace.

…and yet…he was a vision, uncovered, just like this too.

He smiled wolfishly at Eoghan, lowered his head, and engulfed the head of his cock, sucking it into his mouth and tonguing the lavish head. The flavor of his precome filled his senses and he sucked long and deep, deliberately lost in the delight he found in this most masculine of pursuits. In all human history, Ari imagined that the most delights in the bedroom had to be found in sucking cock—for the receiver—and giver, sucking their partner’s very essence into their own mouth.Fuuuck…Ari was a poet.

He grabbed his own rigid length, stroking himself in the same rhythm as he went down on Eoghan. He loved this and someday, he planned on having them kneel on the bed facing each other while they got themselves off. Watching his man come, seeing him shoot that first copious blast from the slit, followed by several others as he writhed in ecstasy, was the most satisfying thing in bed. As sexy as it was taking Eoghan from behind, watching him splayed out on his back and coming all over his chest while Ari fucked him, was the most exciting thing he’d ever done.

And he planned on doing it every day of his life or until he could no longer get it up.

He swallowed around the head of his cock again, drawing out an immense groan before opening wider and swallowing the man whole, rolling his balls in his hand and drawing out moan after moan. There was a power in this, Ari decided after watching the way his lover’s eyes literally rolled back in his head. He felt like a champion as he sucked and licked harder, jacking him firmly, twisting his hand, drizzling saliva along his thick shaft which only helped to soothe the way to ecstasy for them both.

Ari watched Eoghan’s thighs quivering, fighting against his own body so he wouldn’t topple over the edge too soon. He shook with the nearness of his climax and Ari was there for it, encouraging him by sucking and swallowing around the head relentlessly, jacking him hard, bringing Eoghan closer and closer until with a cry, he filled his mouth. The powerful jets shot onto his tongue and he did his best to swallow every drop his lover gave him, losing himself as his own control snapped, and he shot his copious load onto the bed, making an impressive puddle of his own.

“Baby,” Eoghan whispered, running a hand through his hair. “Are you okay?”

Ari squeezed his eyes closed for a few seconds, swallowing the last of Eoghan’s passion before letting his cock slip from his mouth as he looked up. A dribble of come slid down his chin as he smiled, reaching up, and wiping it slowly away with the back of his hand. He sat back on his heels and stared at the decadent sight of Eoghan’s sweat sheened body, the way his cock had only half softened and flopped sweetly to one side, a tiny pearl of come at the slit.

He reached for him, setting both palms on his hips and sliding them upward as he leaned over him. From his hips, he journeyed upward with his hands, over his narrower waist, up his sides to his pecs, settling there before he kissed himsolidly on the mouth. At the touch of Eoghan’s lips, he was transported to another place and he sighed, ending the kiss after a long minute and then flopping on the bed beside him.

“Sleep now, my angel,” Eoghan said, rolling to his side as Ari gathered him close. He sounded just as wrecked as he was. “We have to call Priest, but it can wait until we sleep an hour.”

Ari wasn’t about to argue with that logic. Things were under control here and he suspected they’d either be heading out late tonight or early tomorrow for the return trip to Los Angeles. “Okay, love.” Ari kissed the top of Eoghan’s head as he threw a leg over his and snuggled in against him. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you,” were the last words Ari heard before drifting off into blissful oblivion of his own.

When he woke to the sound of Eoghan’s muted voice, he was disoriented. He sat up in the semi-dark room and glanced around, realizing he was in their hotel room. His gaze went to the clock and noted it was four o’clock. Then he remembered it was hopefully still afternoon and they had a previously scheduled dinner planned with everyone in two hours. He threw both legs over the side of the bed, sniffed the air, and remembered with a little smile that he’d sucked Eoghan into near unconsciousness only a few hours before. The nap had been welcomed, although sleeping during the day always seemed to make it difficult for him to feel anything other than tired for the rest of the night until his head hit the pillow once again.

There were no lights on in the room but he could see light coming from under the bathroom door. Eoghan was still talking quietly but Ari could clearly pick up the gist of his conversation. Apparently, he was talking to their boss, nearing the end of the telling because he was thanking her and saying they’d be flying back first thing. He spotted Eoghan’s workphone which meant he’d been on the burner filling her in on the conversation with Red Crow and Rana.

When he was sure he’d hung up, Ari switched on the lamp and began digging for clean clothes in his duffel. He was preparing for a long, hot shower to wash off Eoghan’s scent since once again they’d be sitting down with creatures who could smell a hundred times better than humans. They’d probably know with one sniff what they’d spent the afternoon doing. He was glad these shifters couldn’t communicate telepathically, assured by Severin and Invictus that they were most likely the only two shifters in the world other than their dragon enemies, who had that ability. It took centuries to learn how to acquire that skill, and the dragons had that in spades.

He was headed for the bathroom when the door opened, and Eoghan stopped suddenly, pulling up short to keep from bumping into him. Ari smiled at him and then noticed how clean and fresh he was. Behind him, condensation beaded on the mirror and the humidity of the room told Ari he’d lost his chance to wash the man down at his leisure.

“Oh, hey, I hope I didn’t wake you,” Eoghan said, sliding his arms around Ari’s neck, still holding his phone. A towel was wrapped around his waist. He turned his face up and Ari leaned down at the same time, pecking him softly on the lips.

Ari didn’t pull away immediately, instead dragging his nose over to Eoghan’s neck and nuzzling up to his ear, inhaling the unique scent of his lover beneath the scent of bodywash.

“Damn you smell good, but you stole my opportunity to shower with you,” he said, straightening and not caring that he probably sounded petulant.

Eoghan flashed him a shit eating grin. “You know there’s no time for that because after you’d fucked me, I’d have to stay in there another half hour scrubbing the scent of you out of my butthole.” He grinned widely as Ari laughed.

“You kill me, you know that? You kill me, and I love you.”