Page 31 of The Devil Himself
He slid one hand around to the small of Luc’s back, the tiny hairs there downy instead of rough, the skin tender and hot. Then he dared to dip below the waistband of Luc’s trousers and small clothes, searching for the start of the crease that led downward.
Luc went up on tiptoe, twisting against him, and he had to see the rest. Had to touch and smell and experience all of Luc.
So he worked at the fall of Luc’s trousers, opening them so he could reach inside the spread fabric and grasp Luc’s cock as it sprang free of his small clothes.
“I knew you would be perfect,” he said, his voice almost guttural.
A strangled grunt escaped Luc, and he pushed forward with his hips, demanding more of the contact.
Rys gave what Luc demanded, wrapping his fingers around the girth of Luc’s straining erection and pulling, moving from base to tip and back again. He knew how to give a man pleasure, and he wanted Luc mad for him, unable to think of anything but him and his hand and his mouth.
“More. Rys. I can’t—” Luc’s voice trailed off into a frustrated growl that slid right down Rys’s spine to settle in his balls, his cock rigid and so hot it was going to brand Luc if it touched him.
“Yes. Lean back on your good arm. Brace yourself.” he waited until Luc did as he was told, then slid to his knees on the floor, staring up at Luc, waiting for him to understand what was happening.
“Rys!” Luc stared down at him, hand on his cheek. “You needn’t do that?—”
“Shhh.” He licked the head of Luc’s cock, the musky-hot flavor of the man exploding on his tongue. Then he closed his eyes and opened his lips, sucking Luc in deep.
This he knew. He was confident in his skills in this area. He knew how to suck a cock as a fine art.
And he put all his skills to the test with Luc, licking, sucking, kissing the tip before going back south. He worked his way down until he could swallow around Luc’s shaft, hand on Luc’s balls.
A litany of need rained down on him, Luc’s words increasingly crude and sexual. He moaned around Luc’s cock, rocking his hips against the air, knowing what he was giving Luc.
“Rys. Please.”
He looked up over Luc’s belly, meeting Luc’s gaze. He urged Luc to spend in his mouth, speaking without words. He wanted the flavor of Luc on his tongue.
He felt it when Luc caved in, giving him what he needed. Those heavy balls pulled up, Luc’s cock swelled further in his mouth, then Luc spent for him, filling his mouth with hot seed, his body shaking.
He stroked Luc’s thigh, easing Luc down, letting him stop shaking before he licked the tip of Luc’s cock, allowing it to slide from his mouth.
“Rys…”
“Mmm.” He nuzzled Luc’s belly. “That was lovely, my dear.”
“What can I— I need to touch you. Make you happy.”
He stood, rubbing all along Luc’s body. He took Luc’s hand and dragged it to cover his cock. “Touch me.”
Luc dug into Rys’s breeches and pulled out his cock, stroking just the way he needed, fast and hard, squeezing deeply. Luc might not be experienced with other men, but all of them knew how to make their own cocks feel good. It translated well.
He grunted, thrusting into the touch, his muscles pulling up tight as his body fought to find his completion. “Yes. Luc. More. Harder.”
Luc jacked at him, tugging, leaning forward to bite at his neck, right where it came out of his collar, making it sting.
That bright little point of pain pushed Rys over the edge, and he spilled into Luc’s hand, the scent of them mingling, the air redolent with male musk and the aftermath of raging desire.
Luc whooped for breath, and Rys reached past him to grab a serviette to clean him up. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No. No, I am fine. Except my knees refuse to work.”
“I’ll keep you up.” He chuckled, propping them both up against the buffet.
“Are we going to breakfast, or back to bed?”
Oh, now, that was a capital idea. “Why not both?”
