at Hank, crouched
beside him. Hank had managed to unzip Russell‘s jeans and pull aside his underwear
without waking him.
At the rate he was going, Russell wouldn‘t be able to hold out much longer. He
didn‘t want to come, not yet. Reaching for Hank, he pulled him up into his arms.
Russell took Hank‘s head in his hands and looked searchingly into his face. The lost,
broken soul revealed the night before was nowhere in evidence, except perhaps in a
trace of a lingering sadness in those dark eyes.
Russell touched his lips to Hank‘s as he recalled Hank‘s suffering the night before.
Hank, however, seemed fully recovered, or at least he‘d put his armor firmly back in
place. He responded by parting his lips and thrusting his tongue into Russell‘s mouth.
Lust overrode thought as they kissed. Russell rolled over, trapping Hank beneath
him. He could feel the nudge of Hank‘s cock against his stomach. They kissed hungrily,
hands roaming each other‘s bodies.
After a while, Russell pulled back and leaned up, staring down at the younger man,
whose eyes were glittering, his lips shiny and parted. Russell reached with both hands
for Hank‘s arms, which were lying at his sides, and closed his fingers gently around the
wrists. His eyes still on Hank‘s, he drew Hank‘s arms up slowly until they were
extended on either side of his head along the pillow.
Hank didn‘t resist him, nor did he take his eyes off of Russell. As always happened
when Russell gave rein to his dominant fire, he felt its power like a live thing moving
inside him. He gripped Hank‘s wrists tighter and lowered his head to kiss him again.
He kissed Hank‘s eyelids and his cheekbones. He slid his tongue along the raspy
curve of Hank‘s jaw. Still holding Hank‘s wrists against the pillows, Russell lowered his
head farther and lightly bit Hank‘s neck, feeling the pulse of his jugular vein with his
tongue and lips.
Hank shuddered beneath him but made no effort to pull away. ―Please,‖ he
whispered raggedly.
―Please what?‖ Russell murmured. He could feel Hank‘s erection trapped beneath
him.
―I don‘t know,‖ Hank said. ―I don‘t understand what‘s happening.‖
―You don‘t have to understand. Just experience it. Go with it.‖ Russell pulled
Hank‘s arms higher. ―It‘s what you need.‖
―Yes.‖ The sibilant hiss of heartfelt longing sent a jolt through Russell‘s cock. Slow
down, slow down , he admonished himself. It was clear Hank was new to giving it up like
this. He didn‘t want to push him too far, too fast.
―I‘m going to let go of your wrists now, but don‘t move, okay? Keep your arms
over your head and don‘t try to do anything but take what I give you, understood?‖
Russell waited, half-expecting Hank‘s former arrogance and swagger to reassert itself,
but Hank just nodded and closed his eyes.
Russell let go of his wrists and moved down until his face was level with Hank‘s
groin. Hank‘s cock was thick and straight, and hard as bone. It was hot to the touch.
Russell stroked it with his hands a while, teasing a drop of pre-cum from its tip. He ran
his thumb over the slit, smearing the pre-cum down over the silky taut skin.
Hank moaned and shifted. ―Stay still,‖ Russell reminded him. Leaning up, he
briefly placed his hands over Hank‘s wrists again and pressed them into the pillows.
Satisfied, he put a hand on Hank‘s chest, pressing his palm against the smooth skin,
such a contrast to his own furry body. He could feel Hank‘s heart thumping beneath the
muscle and bone.
Still keeping one hand flat over Hank‘s heart, he lowered his head, taking the
crown of Hank‘s cock into his mouth. He teased at the sensitive skin with his tongue as
he took the length of the shaft into his throat. Hank groaned and arched upward. His
arms remained obediently overhead, his eyes still closed. Russell sucked, licked and
stroked him until Hank was shaking.
All at
Kat Richardson
Celine Conway
K. J. Parker
Leigh Redhead
Mia Sheridan
D Jordan Redhawk
Kelley Armstrong
Jim Eldridge
Robin Owens
Keith Ablow