Page 28 of Hold my Reins

Rox leaned back. “Fuck…you aren’t worried your housemates are going to turn up early?”

Lynck didn’t answer with words. He took Rox deeper and sucked his way to the tip, and then repeated. He listened to every half-smothered groan, the quickening beat of Rox’s heart, and the way his hips lifted.

Then Rox caressed the edge of his ear, sweeping up before resting at the base, his fingers tangling in his mane. He wanted Rox to do that again. He flicked an ear, hoping he caught the hint.

“You like that? I wasn’t sure if I should,” Rox murmured.

Lynck flick his ear again, refusing to pull off Rox’s cock as it was leaking so deliciously into his mouth, coating his tongue with the taste of pre-cum.

Rox’s fingertips trailed over his ear.

It was too easy to imagine them brushing over his cock. He groaned around the dick in his mouth.

Rox sucked in a shaky breath. “If you don’t want to swallow…”

Lynck had no intention of stopping. It was far too much fun making Rox writhe and pant. The noises he made in the back of his throat were music no one else could recreate.

Rox’s fingers threaded into his hair and pressed against his scalp as if to keep him there. His hips lifted, and his head tipped back as he came. His dick pulsed against Lynck’s tongue, and cum flooded his mouth. It was salty but barely a single swallow.

He drew back and released him. Rox’s dick hit his belly with a wet slap, his eyes closed and his chest lifting with each rapid breath. “I need a moment. That was so good, I think you killed me.”

No dead body had ever thanked him.

“Your heart is beating too fast for you to be dead.”

Rox opened one eye. “It’s a human saying, the little death? La petite mort? That’s the only French I speak, by the way.”

“It’s more than me. Kelpies say the day held its breath because everything stops for that moment.”

Rox opened his other eye but made no effort to sit up. He lounged on the kitchen counter with his dick out in that mesh shirt like he was sex personified, and all Lynck wanted to do was drag him off, flip him over, and fuck him. He should’ve thought this through a little better.

“That’s a nicer way of saying it.” Rox smiled as if he’d heard what Lynck was thinking. “Do you want to skip the movie and fuck me?”

He wanted both, but he did not want to be caught fucking Rox on the sofa. That would be mortifying for both of them.

“Or do you want me to suck you and see how much I can swallow?” His grin turned wicked, and his foot brushed against Lynck’s inner thigh.

“I want you to ride me.” The words slipped out of his mouth before his brain had even processed them.

He sucked in a breath, unsure how to take the words back. A kelpie didn’t allow just anyone to ride them. There had to be a level of trust, so it was usually only family or lovers. And because he’d been a teen, he’d never been ridden. Not that he could shift into a horse and be ridden the way it was meant within a herd.

Rox tilted his head. “That means something else doesn’t?”

“Yes and no.” They were talking about sex, and he’d never laid back and let a human ride his dick. He always mounted them. Probably because of the trust implications.

Rox cupped his cheek. “You can change your mind if it’s too much.”

Lynck kissed the human’s palm. “It’s not too much. I haven’t let anyone…and I’m mixing two different things when I shouldn’t be. It’s not the same because I’m not shifted.”

“FYI, if you shift, I’m not having sex with you. That’s, um…too much for me.” His eyebrows pulled together. “I hope that’s not offensive. Maybe I’m too human for that.”

“It’s not offensive. And among most kelpies, there would be no sex between forms.”

“Most, but not all?”

Lynck shrugged. “Every species has kinks.”

Rox nodded. “And yours happens to be mesh shirts and goth humans.”

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