Page 62 of Changeling
Nathan had eventually planned to steer the conversation to something naughty, once he had kept Sasha’s attention long enough, but there the incubus went again, beating him to it.
“All joking and carnal intentions aside…you have been a good friend,” Sasha said soft and breathy, “and I’ve really needed that. Like you wouldn’t believe, I’ve needed that. So…whatever else might happen…I’m just thankful for you.”
The intensity of the moment—physically and deeper—struck Nathan right at the curve of his neck as his face flushed. He felt that maybe this was one of those moments where a reaffirmation of ‘I love you’ was appropriate, but something else formed on his lips instead.
“Damn you’re heavy,” Nathan breathed through a smile, gasping again when Sasha bucked his hips forward with a little more force.
“Shut up,” the incubus smirked back. He leaned in, his legs wrapping around the chair, his chest slick and smooth as Nathan pressed his palms there and slid his hands along Sasha’s skin to his back.
Sasha made Nathan’s whole mouth tingle when they kissed, that skilled tongue caressing his own so deeply, lips soft and demanding but somehow giving too. No one kissed that good, so completely and inneedthat Nathan felt himself drawn right into the incubus like a willing victim. He almost laughed to think that that was exactly what he was.
Nathan’s hands moved up to Sasha’s shoulder blades and down again, feeling the dip of Sasha’s lower back, and then straying lower right into the folds of the towel to caress down the smooth bare skin of Sasha’s backside. Nathan stayed only long enough to tug Sasha closer before sliding his hands up again, to which the incubus whined against Nathan’s lips.
“You’re getting me all wet,” Nathan said breathily, meaning the innuendo whole-heartedly this time—which was definitely better than soggy. He wished he could pull Sasha flush against him but was satisfied by how perfectly Sasha fit on his lap, heavy or not, and how their lips hovered close together when they parted.
Staring hazily and heated back at Nathan, Sasha’s blue eyes glowed, honestly glowed with all that bright color, and the incubus licked his lips. “Wet, huh?” Sasha prompted. “Let me be the judge of that.”
Nimble fingers slid down Nathan’s T-shirt to the button of his jeans. Sasha scooted back slightly to give his hands more room, pulling the button free and drawing down the zipper. Even that small favor was a great relief for Nathan after being trapped bydenim. He had grown hard almost the instant Sasha crawled onto his lap.
Covered so beautifully in that soft skin, Sasha’s hand reached into Nathan’s jeans, beneath the elastic of his shorts, and wrapped long fingers around his heated flesh. Nathan instinctively shifted into the touch, both their eyes staring deeply into each other’s like they didn’t dare look away. Sasha pulled Nathan out fully, and the cool air made him hiss.
“Mmmm…” Nathan hummed low in his throat, almost mimicking Sasha’s usual purrs.
Sasha licked his lips again, his mouth so close to Nathan’s, that the action teased a wet circle around Nathan’s lips as well. At the same time Sasha’s thumb passed over the wetness at Nathan’s tip, making him harden further. Sashawasheavy sitting on Nathan’s thighs, but Nathan kind of liked it, the weight of it, the firm, undeniable presence.
“Gotta be illegal…somewhere…for a man to have hands that soft,” Nathan managed to say within Sasha’s hold, wishing his head could fall against something, but the back of the chair was too short.
Sasha pressed his forehead to Nathan’s. “Bet I can think of something better.” He stole a fierce kiss in a single lunge, almost causing the chair to tip backwards in his urgency. Sasha’s hand was wonderfully wet now as he coated Nathan’s length with firm strokes, and that feeling of all overwetnessmade Nathan shudder.
Sasha’s legs were on either side of Nathan, curled back around his waist and the chair, but he brought them back down so his feet could touch the floor a moment, then lifted himself up just enough to hover over Nathan’s hips. Nathan was lost in a dizzying haze, so it surprised him when Sasha stretched himself only the tiniest bit before guiding Nathan with a gentle hand and sitting back down to draw Nathan in deep.
Nathan felt a moment of panic. It was too tight at first with Sasha being so unprepared, and Nathan couldn’t help feeling anxious seeing the grimace that crossed Sasha’s face.
“Hey…” Nathan tried, his hands moving to Sasha’s hips, touching the skin just beneath the towel and rubbing his thumbs gently.
“I’m fine, Nathan,” Sasha said evenly. “I just…couldn’t wait.” As Sasha spoke, Nathan raked his eyes over that pale, pretty face, and the grimace he had seen was gone, barely passing. “It’s pretty hard to hurt me, remember?”
“Yeah, well. . .” Nathan sputtered, giving the hips beneath his hands a good squeeze, “incubus.”
Sasha laughed and leaned in closer to Nathan’s lips. “Exactly…” He pulled on Nathan’s lower lip gently with his teeth, then his upper lip, and finally plunged his tongue between them to dance with Nathan’s, the hunger for Nathan building a growl in his throat. He wrapped his legs back around the chair, completely in Nathan’s lap, and rocked slowly forward.
Nathan broke away with a sharper gasp. His hands moved at once to Sasha’s back, holding onto the incubus for support, because he was certain they would eventually end up flipping the chair if they weren’t careful. The larger person was not supposed to be the one in that position for lap sex. Not that Nathan had any intention of complaining considering how incredible it felt with Sasha moving so damn slow like that.
Every roll of Sasha’s hips pulled Nathan in deep enough to elicit a ready moan, and with Nathan pinned as he was beneath Sasha’s weight, there was nothing Nathan could do but take it, wantonly captive. The position also kept their chests safely apart to protect Nathan’s still healing shotgun wounds. He was almost well enough to remove the bandages completely, but not quite, and though his shoulder was still a bit sore from when Lindsey dislocated it, he hardly noticed now.
Little by little as they rocked, Nathan started to feel an extra wave of heat building—the sign that Sasha was connecting him to the circuit. Nathan waited for the moment when it would be too much and he would lose himself to the sensation as he had before, but Sasha held back this time, just enough that the extra pulses of pleasure weren’t overwhelming.
“Perfect,” Nathan breathed into Sasha’s neck.
Sasha had pulled Nathan’s head close, giving Nathan leave to lick long lines up his neck and tease and kiss his collarbone. Now Sasha pulled back, holding Nathan’s face as he stared at him in bemused questioning.
“Perfect,” Nathan said again, taking Sasha’s hands and pulling them down so he could draw their faces together again. “Just like this.Perfect.” He grinned, wanting only to devour those damp and reddened lips again. So he did. Diving up to capture Sasha heatedly, Nathan felt a surge of energy rush through him that he knew was Sasha’s response, Sasha’s pure incubus-echoedjoy.
The slow rolls of Sasha’s hips became more hurried, and with the force behind them, Nathan once again felt the chair tip. He couldn’t begin to care though. His hands found Sasha’s waist and slid around to Sasha’s rear again, gliding down inside the towel and pulling on Sasha in time with their thrusts. Sasha’s hands moved up to Nathan’s face, feathering fingers back into his hair and just holding his head rightthereso he could kiss him all the more deeply.
That balance of sexual energy bouncing between them stayed constant, not overpowering but enough to send shivers up Nathan’s spine and make him feel close to climax with every new wave. He felt overheated with Sasha surrounding him, and wanted his shirt off desperately. He managed to get his hands down to the hem, where he gripped and lifted, tossing the article away.
Sasha purred, lunging down at Nathan’s more accessible neck to bite playfully, and bucked his hips so far forward that Nathan felt completely taken in, devoured.
