Page 93 of Sinful Crimes for the Artistically Inclined
“Will not.” Percy wrenched it away.
“Will too!” Joe grabbed the bottle, which Percy did not release, and thus the entire contents were ejaculated at extreme pressure across the high thread-count sheets, across the pillows, across the mirror and all down the wall.
Joe glared at Percy, furious.
A laugh choked in the back of Percy’s throat.
“That is it!” Joe snapped. He pushed Percy face down onto the bed, slamming a knee down on his back. “You are nothing but trouble.” He swiped through a swathe of lubricant with one hand, clamping down on Percy’s neck with the other. “You are…” he leaned over Percy, kissing behind his ear.
Percy shoved a shoulder back into him. “Impossibly sexy?”
“Impossibly sexy,” Joe agreed, sinking his teeth into hard muscle. He ran the tips of his fingers over Percy’s immaculate ass, savouring the perfect, firm flesh, then sank the tip of his middle finger.
“Joe—”
He pushed a little deeper. “Mmhmm?”
“That wasn’t?—”
A second finger. “Wasn’t what, Percy?” Joe pulled his finger back, running over Percy’s prostate.
“Fuck…” Joe pushed his finger back in, licked the length of Percy’s spine, savouring every gasp of pleasure from his beautiful lips as he worked his ass, his strong body shifting forward, his dick rutting against the sheets, desperate for Joe’s touch. He worked all around his rim, adjusting his speed to the desperation with which Percy said his name, then worked him with two fingers, pushing, stretching, until Joe’s dick couldn’t take another second of the glorious show without relief.
“Don’t move.” Joe reached for the condoms again, and, naturally, Percy shoved his leg off, rolled over, and brought Joe crashing down on top of him. “Percy!”
“You’re so beautiful when you’re angry.” And he planted another incensing kiss on Joe’s lips.
Joe clambered up again. He reached for the condoms for perhaps a sixth time, only to find Percy’s mouth straight back on his dick. “Percy, stop!” Joe yelled.
Percy looked up in alarm. “Did you actually mean that one?”
Joe pulled Percy to standing with the iron grip of a hand under his chin. “I’ve had about enough of your behaviour.”
It was a smirk. A straight up smirk. “And what are you going to do about it?”
Joe wrenched Percy’s mouth against his, kissed him hard, clashing his teeth against Percy’s as he found his tongue. He forced him around, walking him backward, chest against chest,a hand in his hair and a hand on his dick. Joe grabbed both of Percy’s hands, spun him, and slammed them down hard atop the grand piano. His chest rammed into Percy’s back, holding him tight against the cold wood, his hot dick sliding in between Percy’s ass cheeks as he kicked his legs wide apart. He ripped the latest condom packet open with his teeth and sheathed his enormous dick. “Now, Percy, you get fucked.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
PERCY GETS FUCKED
“Only if—” Joe slapped a hand across Percy’s mouth. Percy had strongly considered hitting Joe just a little earlier, and even now he thought of sending back a sharp elbow to the ribs, but when he felt his face driven hard against the cool mahogany of the piano and held there by Joe’s fist in his hair, he was well satisfied that he’d provoked Joe enough.
“Don’t fucking move,” Joe growled.
Percy could have squeed if not for the fact it would almost definitely have ruined the mood.
Joe was a priest. Joe looked like a god. Joe fucked like a demon. It just took a little effort to coax it out of him.
But there he was, his hand on his beautiful dick, lining it up against Percy’s entrance, pushing just a little, toying with him, his thick, firm thighs pressing into the back of Percy’s legs, incredibly strong, intoxicatingly masculine.
Percy’s only regret was that he was unable to see Joe, so he turned his head just a little, and had his hair gripped that much tighter for his effort, and pulled back hard. “What did I say?”
“Butyou’re so beautiful.”
“Shut up!” Joe slammed Percy’s face back down, grabbed his hip tight with one hand, moved the other hand beneath his shoulder like a vice, and drove into him. Percy’s entire body shuddered with the pleasure of the slow, determined movement. Joe’s girth was certainly considerable, and in fact, formed a major part of Percy’s consideration of whether to take on a boyfriend at all. He was glad he did.
The sound of relief, of sheer sex that escaped Joe’s lips, made Percy desperate for more. He pressed back, and he knew Joe was already close by the shiver in his movement, the way his fingers dug even deeper into his flesh, and it made him all the more determined to make Joe come. His own dick ached to be stroked, but everything was almost too intense already, the sensation of Joe’s cock deeper, wider, more exquisite with every second. Percy let out a gasp as Joe’s dick hit his sweet spot, and there Joe redoubled his grip, pulled out, and rammed himself back against Percy. “Fuck,” Percy grunted, as his dick slammed into the side of the piano, coating it with a fresh splatter of precum.
