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Authors: Keira Andrews, Leta Blake
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released. He shivered as he spread his thighs wide.
The Outsider lowered his head, and his breath tickled the leaking tip of Rion’s cock. He looked up, determined. “Say it. Say my name.”
“ Jack .” All resistance was gone.
Rion’s cock was engulfed with the moist, incredible heat of Jack’s mouth. He hadn’t known such pleasure was possible, and he moaned loudly, straining against the rough ropes on his wrists and ankles. Jack swirled his tongue around Rion’s cock, tracing the ridge on the underside before dipping his head to lap at Rion’s heavy bollocks and suck them with wet sounds that made Rion’s skin tingle.
He thought about what it would be like to fuck Jack, to sink into his tight hole and spend deep inside him. To let Jack do the same thing to him. Rion shuddered and moaned. He should be horrified. It was wrong— wasn’t it? He should beg Jack to stop, but nothing in his life had ever felt so good, and all he could do was beg for more.
“Please, Jack. Please .”
Jack swallowed Rion’s cock again, taking it deep into his throat. He hummed, and the vibrations sent pure pleasure from deep inside Rion to the tips of his toes. Panting, he thrust up, fucking Jack’s mouth desperately. He curled his hands into fists where they were bound, wanting to reach out and touch.
When Jack slid a fingertip over Rion’s hole, Rion came with a shout, the ecstasy overtaking him and leaving him trembling. He watched Jack swallow his seed and lick him clean. A primal urge overtook him, sinking deep into his bones.
Mine .
Chapter Six
Jack licked his lips and sat back on his heels as he swallowed the last drops of Rion’s seed. His pulse raced as their eyes locked. How had he gone from hating this man to pleasuring him—and taking great pleasure in it himself? He circled the heel of his hand against his aching, straining cock. It was wrong, but Jack found he didn’t care. He’d debased himself with Adair, so why not this man too?
Rion’s gaze flicked down, his eyes dark. “Untie me.”
Shaking his head, Jack swallowed hard. “I can’t.”
“You can .”
Jack debated with himself. He couldn’t go back down the stalk empty handed, and he hadn’t yet found the treasure. How long could he keep looking? How long could Jack keep Rion a prisoner in his own home? Guilt twisted his gut, and he forced himself to face the truth. He’d wronged the man, and it was time to make amends. Even if it sealed his fate.
Perhaps Rion would kill him the first chance he got, as he’d promised. It would be what Jack deserved.
As if reading Jack’s mind, Rion said, “We’ll call a truce for the night. You won’t try to steal my treasure, and I won’t try to kill you.”
A wry smile twisted Jack’s lips. “A fair bargain if ever I heard one.”
“You can’t keep me tied up here forever.”
It was indeed the truth. Taking a deep breath, Jack leaned forward and tugged at the rope lashing one of Rion’s wrists to the bed. As it gave way, he jerked back out of reach. But Rion only lowered his arm to the thin mattress with a groan. Warily, Jack released Rion’s other wrist, scooting farther down between Rion’s legs.
Rion rubbed his chafed, reddened wrists and stretched his arms and back. He sat up, and they regarded each other carefully. Rion’s eyes dropped, and before Jack could say anything, Rion tore open Jack’s breeches and freed his cock. He wrapped his palm around the length tentatively.
Jack whimpered and moved closer, straddling Rion’s bare thighs.
More boldly now, Rion stroked him. “Remove your tunic.”
Without question or hesitation, Jack did as he was told. Rion’s bright eyes raked over Jack’s chest. The cool air pebbled his skin, and Jack reached for his own nipples, teasing them into hard nubs as he thrust into Rion’s grip. His bollocks were already tight and near spilling, and a moan escaped his lips.
When Rion reached up with his other hand, Jack
The Outsider lowered his head, and his breath tickled the leaking tip of Rion’s cock. He looked up, determined. “Say it. Say my name.”
“ Jack .” All resistance was gone.
Rion’s cock was engulfed with the moist, incredible heat of Jack’s mouth. He hadn’t known such pleasure was possible, and he moaned loudly, straining against the rough ropes on his wrists and ankles. Jack swirled his tongue around Rion’s cock, tracing the ridge on the underside before dipping his head to lap at Rion’s heavy bollocks and suck them with wet sounds that made Rion’s skin tingle.
He thought about what it would be like to fuck Jack, to sink into his tight hole and spend deep inside him. To let Jack do the same thing to him. Rion shuddered and moaned. He should be horrified. It was wrong— wasn’t it? He should beg Jack to stop, but nothing in his life had ever felt so good, and all he could do was beg for more.
“Please, Jack. Please .”
Jack swallowed Rion’s cock again, taking it deep into his throat. He hummed, and the vibrations sent pure pleasure from deep inside Rion to the tips of his toes. Panting, he thrust up, fucking Jack’s mouth desperately. He curled his hands into fists where they were bound, wanting to reach out and touch.
When Jack slid a fingertip over Rion’s hole, Rion came with a shout, the ecstasy overtaking him and leaving him trembling. He watched Jack swallow his seed and lick him clean. A primal urge overtook him, sinking deep into his bones.
Mine .
Chapter Six
Jack licked his lips and sat back on his heels as he swallowed the last drops of Rion’s seed. His pulse raced as their eyes locked. How had he gone from hating this man to pleasuring him—and taking great pleasure in it himself? He circled the heel of his hand against his aching, straining cock. It was wrong, but Jack found he didn’t care. He’d debased himself with Adair, so why not this man too?
Rion’s gaze flicked down, his eyes dark. “Untie me.”
Shaking his head, Jack swallowed hard. “I can’t.”
“You can .”
Jack debated with himself. He couldn’t go back down the stalk empty handed, and he hadn’t yet found the treasure. How long could he keep looking? How long could Jack keep Rion a prisoner in his own home? Guilt twisted his gut, and he forced himself to face the truth. He’d wronged the man, and it was time to make amends. Even if it sealed his fate.
Perhaps Rion would kill him the first chance he got, as he’d promised. It would be what Jack deserved.
As if reading Jack’s mind, Rion said, “We’ll call a truce for the night. You won’t try to steal my treasure, and I won’t try to kill you.”
A wry smile twisted Jack’s lips. “A fair bargain if ever I heard one.”
“You can’t keep me tied up here forever.”
It was indeed the truth. Taking a deep breath, Jack leaned forward and tugged at the rope lashing one of Rion’s wrists to the bed. As it gave way, he jerked back out of reach. But Rion only lowered his arm to the thin mattress with a groan. Warily, Jack released Rion’s other wrist, scooting farther down between Rion’s legs.
Rion rubbed his chafed, reddened wrists and stretched his arms and back. He sat up, and they regarded each other carefully. Rion’s eyes dropped, and before Jack could say anything, Rion tore open Jack’s breeches and freed his cock. He wrapped his palm around the length tentatively.
Jack whimpered and moved closer, straddling Rion’s bare thighs.
More boldly now, Rion stroked him. “Remove your tunic.”
Without question or hesitation, Jack did as he was told. Rion’s bright eyes raked over Jack’s chest. The cool air pebbled his skin, and Jack reached for his own nipples, teasing them into hard nubs as he thrust into Rion’s grip. His bollocks were already tight and near spilling, and a moan escaped his lips.
When Rion reached up with his other hand, Jack
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