Read Online No Quarter (Bounty, Book One) by Christine d'Abo - Free Book Online

a man.”
    Gar fought to keep his eyes open and his body still. He couldn’t react or he’d lose control. He never lost control.
    “You’re a man of detail, something I really appreciated. Though I get the impression you don’t spent a lot of time with your lovers once you’re done fucking them. Still, the ones you’ve had must have commented on your skill. Eh? How you learned as much as you could about them before running away?”
    Faolan’s fingers dipped behind his sac now. The angle was all wrong for him to actually reach his hole, but he must have been close. Gar’s cock was now painfully hard, but he wouldn’t touch it. No, he was stronger than a few suggestive words and the sight of an attractive naked man in his shower.
    “Yup, you’d make it your mission to find out all the spots I like to be touched, wouldn’t you?” Faolan shifted his body once more, spreading his legs wide. “For example, I don’t think it would take you any time to find out that I like to have my cock stroked slowly but firmly. Like this.”
    Fascinated, Gar watched as Faolan palmed his balls briefly before wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. He squeezed hard enough that Gar could see the darkening of the tip. Faolan let out another low moan, only this time he punctuated it with a gasp as he stroked up the length of his shaft. The older man’s eyes rolled back into his head before he squeezed them shut and his body shuddered.
    “It’s so fucking hot having you watch me do this, Gar.”
    His hand was pressed to his groin before the sigh left Gar’s mouth. The way Faolan said his name nearly pushed him over the edge. Gods dammit, how did he get me so close?
    “Look at me, Gar. I need you to watch me do this. I want you to learn all my secrets so the next time I’m spread out beneath you you’ll know how to make me scream.”
    This time Faolan didn’t hesitate, didn’t slow down. With sure, even strokes, he worked his fist over his shaft. Without realizing, Gar’s breathing increased in rhythm until it came in time with each stroke. Steam from the water billowed around him, making his shirt cling in damp patches.
    Faolan grinned, keeping his eyes squeezed shut. “I can hear you over there. You like what you see?” When Gar didn’t respond immediately, Faolan slowed down his stroking. “Tell me you like this. Tell me what it’s doing to you.”
    “I…” Gar forced his hand away from his cock and pressed it flat against the wall. “Yes, I like this. I like watching you fist yourself.”
    “Tell me what you want me to do. What you’d be doing to me if I were to let you touch me.”
    So many things came to mind. “I’d…tug on your balls just hard enough to make you moan.”
    Faolan didn’t hesitate. Releasing his cock, he moved lower again until his sac was fixed in the middle of his hand before pulling. Throwing his head back, he opened his eyes, catching Gar’s gaze before letting out a groan. “Don’t leave me hanging.”
    Fuck, fuck, dammit. “Your ass. Use the soap and shove a finger in there. Open yourself up for me.”
    Gar would have laughed at the way Faolan’s hand shook as he reached out yet again for the soap—would have laughed if he wasn’t so close to the edge, aching and wanting to fuck. Faolan never once broke eye contact as he reached behind himself and pressed a finger into his ass.
    “I’m still loose from when you took me earlier. I bet I still have your cum inside me.”
    “Another,” Gar swallowed, gasping for air. “Another finger. Two inside you. Do it.”
    “Yes,” Faolan hissed. “Not as good as you. Not as big as your cock.”
    “Three then. You can take it.”
    “Want you. Please.”
    “No. You promised me a show. That’s what I want. Now three fingers.”
    Faolan’s lips fell open as he panted, letting water roll down his face and into his mouth. “You must be so hard right now. Remembering how tight I was around your cock. I haven’t let anyone fuck