Page 198 of Lone Star

A hand that was not his own reached inside his boxers and drew out his cock, aching now, already dripping, and gripped it, gave it a few slow strokes from root to tip.

And Ten kept kissing him. It was rough; it was a battle, at first, and Reese could feel his hands closing into fists. He was shaking. The hand on his cock felt – felt wonderful. And the tangling of tongues was–

Tenny slanted his head, and curled the tip of his tongue behind Reese’s top teeth, then pulled back, plucked at his lower lip with both of his own, and he understood, then. It wasn’t a fight – not a true duel. It was like sparring. Give and take. And Tenny was pushing and retreating – wasteachinghim, showing him the way.

Reese softened his mouth, gave ground, and Tenny pulled back with a breathed-out little laugh. “Good.” Leaned in again, and this time it was his mouth opening, his invitation, sucking on Reese’s tongue.

Stephanie kept stroking him, and then he felt the press of wet heat on the underside of his shaft.

He pulled back from Tenny with an involuntary gasp. Tenny’s mouth was wet, now, shiny, and pink.

“Watch,” he urged, and Reese – head strangely heavy – glanced down to where Stephanie knelt.

She held his cock steady in one hand, and as he stared, dumbfounded, she pressed a kiss to the leaking head. Then parted her lips and took the whole head into her mouth.

He’d seen women do this to men before. In Colorado; even here, when one of the Lean Bitches had hustled Deacon into a corner at a party. He’d seen the way Deacon had winced, and bit his lip like he was in pain; he hadn’t imagined that it would feel like this. That the sensation would be heightened by watching her take more and more of him until the curls of pale hair at his base were tickling her nose.

Tenny shifted so he stood behind him. Wrapped a stabilizing arm around him, across his chest, and rested his chin on Reese’s shoulder. “Ease off or he’ll come,” he said, and Reese realized he was talking to Stephanie when she pulled back, letting his spit-shiny cock slip out of her mouth. She circled the base with her hand and squeezed.

Reese nearly choked on nothing.

“Nice and slow,” Tenny said. “Make it good for him.”

Time slipped sideways, everything blurry. Stephanie worked him with her mouth and her hands; took him all the way down until he thought he must be in her throat, and then pressed delicate kisses along the length of him, teasing lightly at his balls with her nails.

Tenny put his mouth to his ear. “She’s good at that, isn’t she? Doesn’t her mouth feel wonderful? It’s all hot and wet. Wait ‘til you try her cunt.”

Reese had thought to give some kind of warning before he came, but he could only let out a gasping breath before his insides seized, and watch hazily as Stephanie pulled back just in time and his release splashed across her neck and chest; slid down into that wonderful, deep shadow between her breasts.

She was laughing as she stood, wiping the corners of her mouth with her fingertips.

Tenny patted his stomach. “Good boy.” Kissed the side of his neck, and then walked him over to the room’s lone chair and set him down into it almost gently.

He was breathing like he’d just sprinted across a rooftop; the room spun like he’d taken a kick to the head. He slumped back and just…rested. Worked on getting his pulse lower. His pants were still undone and his spent cock lay limp on his belly, terribly sensitive.

Another Aidan saying came to mind:holy shit.

Tenny stood over him a moment, petting his hair like he was a dog. He wasn’t a dog – not a dog with a small D – but it felt nice, and he realized he was leaning into the motion before he could check himself. “Now, I want you to watch, and I’ll show you how it’s done.”

He straightened, and shucked off his jacket.

Reese watched, helpless to do otherwise, as Tenny stripped with military efficiency, clothes winding up in a pile on the floor, boots kicked over toward the wall. Reese had known he was all lithe muscle, had felt it when they sparred, and just now, when Tenny held him; it was impressive to witness, though. Not the bulk of someone who lifted weights for show, but the flexible, strong, dancer-like lines of an operative who knew how to use every inch of his body for maximum impact. He could drive, and ride, and fight, and kill; stab, and shoot, and brawl, and run, and evade capture. What was sex, Reese thought like a revelation, but another physical arena in which to perfect skill? Why be studied and triumphant in all those other areas, and not in fucking, too?

Then Stephanie took her clothes off.

She made a show of it. Her dress unfastened in the back. He watched the straps loosen; watched her pull them slowly down her shoulders, baring herself to the waist, swiveling her hips side to side as she worked the tight fabric the rest of the way off with a shimmy. Her breasts were heavy, slick from his release, the nipples dark and peaked. A narrow waist, and a soft stomach, and hips that seemed made for Tenny’s hands when he gripped her there and pulled her in close enough to kiss her.

A messy kiss; Reese saw glimpses of their tongues and wondered if her mouth tasted like him.

Tenny touched her all over, up her arms, and down her back; cupped her breasts in his hands and thumbed over her nipples until she shivered and giggled. He lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth.

If Reese’s pulse had slowed, he couldn’t tell it now, his heartbeat high and fast in the veins of his ears.

Stephanie raked through Tenny’s hair with her fingers, red nails against glossy dark brown.

Reese hitched himself up higher in the chair. He felt lightheaded, but not dizzy anymore. He was salivating, wondering what that pebbled nub would feel like on his own tongue – it was obvious Stephanie liked it, the way she murmured praise and arched up into Tenny’s mouth.

He’d never wondered such things before. Had neverwantedlike he did now, a buzz beneath his skin, a desire for touch and contact.

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