Page 65 of A Sip of Sin

“I’m usually a patient man, Hollen,” said Munro, licking his lower lip. “But you’re testing me.”

“Hmmm.” Hollen slowed his touch, instead kneading one pec. Munro flexed beneath his hand, the muscle bulging. “I wouldn’t want you to fall.” He reached for the nipple between his fingers, pinching it hard.

Pain could go one of two ways during sex, and from Munro’s groan and his stuttered wingbeats, Hollen had nailed his preferences. Before Munro could recover, Hollen dipped his head, taking that same bud into his mouth and biting down just hard enough to leave marks. He could picture his teeth as pronged metal clamps that would hold on, even if they tumbled.

“Consarn.”

Hollen wasn’t sure if that was a curse or a praise, but neck aching, he moved his mouth to the other nipple, this time licking and sucking at the bud until it grew hard. His arm shuddered at the angle of holding on, but he didn’t give in.

“You made me beg last time,” said Hollen, speaking between each kiss and suck. Munro’s chest was flushed pink, even if it was cooler than his own. The cold air around them was taking its toll.

“I’m sorry,” said Munro, his voice cracking. “I’m not sure I can take much more if you don’t touch me.”

Not quite.Closing his eyes against the pretty picture, Hollen hauled himself upright before bringing their lips together. Munro was hungry, devouring him, even if he was being noticeably careful to keep his teeth to himself. Hollen tried not to lose his grip on reality, slipping just as much as Munro was.

“Jesus.” Hollen pulled his lips free, bucking his hips against Munro’s belly. He was hard there, too. Every part of him seemed to be tense, muscles strained as he held himself back. It was a wonder to think what would actually happen if Munro let go.

I would fall and die.That thought was less than sexy.

“Do you think we can fuck like this?” asked Hollen, whispering against Munro’s lips. The steady up and down would probably add to the friction with the way his belly was swooping with each shallow dive just pushing him closer to the edge.

“No lube.” Munro was all business, slipping his tongue into Hollen’s mouth between words. “And if I drop a button from up here, it might cause some questions if it lands on someone below.”

“Spit will dry as soon as I get it on your cock,” said Hollen, nipping at Munro’s lower lip. “But I’ve got an idea.”

He reached down, dipping past the button and inside Munro’s pants. The angle was harsh, his wrist already aching, but hefound exactly what he was hoping for. Munro was warmest here, the tip of his cock slick, even with his pants absorbing some of the pre-cum. It probably helped that he wasn’t wearing boxers.

Hollen let out a gasp when Munro followed suit, spitting on his fingers of one hand and immediately sliding into the back of Hollen’s pants. He hefted Hollen higher with his other hand, pulling his cheeks wide through his clothes.

When Hollen stroked at the head of Munro’s cock, Munro dipped inside him with two fingers, going as deep as the angle allowed. It was too shallow to hit his prostate and just enough to stretch him.

“So tight for me,” said Munro, nuzzling into Hollen’s neck and sucking deep through his nose. “So good.”

“I can do three.” Hollen let out a gasp, rocking into Munro’s belly then thrusting back on those brutal fingers. He’d had quicker, but it still stung in that exhilarating way that never failed to get him off. The third slipped inside him a second later, and he let out a curse.

“How quick can you recover?” Hollen didn’t wait for the answer before he started jerking Munro off. At first it was dry, his hand spreading warmth over the shaft, but with each pass over the head, Munro grew slicker. Munro’s breath stuttered, his breathing going deep.

“I’m not three hundred anymore.” Munro dipped his head, placing his open mouth on Hollen’s clothed shoulder. There were no teeth, but the threat was there.

If only.That bite would be perfect right now, turning his nerves into highways of euphoria. Instead, he got to work, jerking off Munro as fast as he could in the limited space he had to work with, twisting his wrist to palm at the head. It didn’t take long for Munro to let out a groan, wetness coating his hand and dripping down his cock.

Hollen did his best to spread the slickness, keeping Munro’s cock protected from the wind. Munro stayed hard—not throbbing, but still solid.

“Hold on,” said Munro.

One moment Hollen was clinging tight and the next he was falling, his hand slipping from Munro’s pants as he was turned around. Munro’s hands never left him, merely spinning him in the air and gripping him by the chest and hip. The world was beneath him, and he was staring straight into it with Munro above him, still flying and somehow holding them up.

He pulled his pants down just past his ass and a second later Munro was pushing his slick cock between Hollen’s cheeks, then deeper, impaling him all the way in a slow, smooth thrust.

Hollen let out a yell, more of exhilaration than fear as they dipped, him dangling down with only Munro holding him up. He reached back, clutching at Munro’s hips as Munro pressed his chest against Hollen’s back.

It stung, his eyes watering against the wind until he closed them, giving himself completely over to Munro. There was movement, but he couldn’t sense if it was up or down. Gravity didn’t seem to matter much when he was flying with a cock in his ass.

“Keep your eyes open.”

Munro suddenly flapped his wings, sending Hollen lurching forward and slipping almost entirely free from his impalement before they settled. As the world tilted against, Hollen slid all the way to the base with a gasp and a flaring ache in his spine.

It’s so beautiful.What had started as a lovely day was bright, the cold nothing when there was sweat beading over his skin. There was a elegance to the organized chaos below, little dots of cars zipping at a sluggish pace and people nothing more than specks moving in groups as they bustled below. Erie and Adairwere probably among them, blended in as ants in a colony of daily life.

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