Page 66 of A Sip of Sin

A burst of pleasure struck him as Munro bucked his hips, sending his cock straight into Hollen’s prostate. The view blurred, the city fading from his thoughts in an instant.

His arms were aching, his back throbbing from the angle as Munro let the wind take them. That small strip of exposed skin on his ass prickled as he realized how high they actually were when he spotted a radio tower below.

“Don’t drop me.” He squirmed even as he said it. He was usually moving all over the place when he was having sex, and all he could do right now was essentially dangle and hope.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Munro nipped his ear, hiding his sharpest teeth from the touch. “I’ve got you.”

The ground disappeared as Munro suddenly jerked upright, lying back against the air as if it were a bed and pulling one of Hollen’s legs free from his pants and hiking him atop. They were already falling by the time Munro grabbed his legs, spinning Hollen around until they were face to face with Hollen riding atop.

The wind picked up in an instant as their hover turned into a freefall, Munro’s beats against the wind doing nothing with him upside down. Hollen’s stomach jumped into his throat as he clutched Munro tight, his heart pounding. His body clenched, the thrill buzzing under his skin.

With a flap of his wings, Munro righted them, catching Hollen by the ass and helping Hollen wrap his leg around Munro’s waist and his arms around his neck. The sudden jolt drove Munro so deep that Hollen nearly came, his cock throbbing.

“Much better.” Munro grinned, bringing their lips together.

Flying had been one thing, but getting fucked mid-flight was on another planet of sensations that he’d never expected. Each wingbeat had Munro sliding in and out, rubbing against hiswalls in all the best ways. The kiss dissolved into something without meaning and end, as Hollen’s breaths grew harsher. His limbs tingled with both exhaustion and ecstasy, his mind whirling.

One touch was all it would take, but there was no way he was letting go of Munro to reach down and take care of himself. He rocked his hips the best he could, his pants barely clinging to one leg.I’m going to have fun explaining it if I lose my pants.

Munro’s breath suddenly grew fast, the pace of his beats stuttering with each thrust. Hollen could feel the warmth trickle from him as Munro came, the cum cooling almost instantly as he slid out.

Hollen whined at the loss, searching with his tongue and his teeth for that little extra push to tip him over the edge. In the end, it was Munro, pulling out only to thrust three fingers deep and fuck his prostate head-on.

Hollen came with a smothered cry as Munro forced him through it, still teasing him hard, even after he’d emptied himself. He couldn’t breathe—couldn’t think of anything but those lips and fingers in him, not the approaching ground or the glint of a plane far above.Nothing.

Munro finally slipped out as Hollen started whimpering in earnest, petting Hollen’s hair and easing his head onto his shoulder. Hollen tightened his grip, wincing as Munro squeezed his ass once before attempting to pull his pants back over his chilled leg. It didn’t work at all, his toes curled and the cum drying like instant cement.

“Does this mean we’re in the mile high club?” asked Hollen, huffing out a laugh. “I should really get a badge or something.”

Munro chuckled, patting his bare ass gently. “We’re only about three quarters of a mile up, but close enough. Keep an eye out for the next town you see, and we’ll stop to get cleaned up.”

Hollen hummed, burying his head. All he could see for miles was field after field.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Munro

Hollen was asleep when they landed before the blue house that Munro hadn’t seen in a decade. Hollen’s head was firmly placed on his shoulder and his lips parted in a soft snore from a rest he’d slipped into for hours.

Munro had half-expected Gorgo to appear after Hollen had slipped away, but the demon had kept his part of the bargain.“As long as you save Hollen, I won’t interfere.”

Hollen stirred as Munro retracted his wings, stumbling at the loss of their comforting weight. It had been a long time since he’d flown more than a few blocks—and longer still since he’d done those kinds of acrobatics. His back was aching now and probably would be for a week.

“Where are we?” asked Hollen, his eyes still closed as he let out a yawn.

Munro frowned, the stillness of the air grating him as even the crickets went silent. Compared to the others close by, the house wasn’t modern, a small dip in the roof showing where age had taken its toll. The siding was still fresh, though, the swing on the porch painted and swaying in the breeze. Something about the smell was off, a wisp in the air that reeked of earth and trees.

“Did Adair make it okay?” Hollen fluttered his eyelashes before he went silent again, a slow breath pushing through his lips.

Munro didn’t answer. Erie and Adair were probably an hour or so behind them even after their brief rest stop, but he couldn’t wait.

“Sleep.” Munro touched his cheek, his frown deepening at the coolness of his skin.

Hollen shifted, snuggling closer to Munro and shoving his face against his neck. “I’m so tired.”

It would only get worse. Their aerial acrobatics seemed to have drained the rest of the life from Hollen’s limbs, and he’d slept the entirety of their time after. Even when they’d landed, Munro had gently cleaned him and tugged his pants on properly, all while Hollen dozed.

Hollen lifted his head, slowly blinking as he looked around. “This place looks familiar.”

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