Page 27 of Jamie
Rubbing his belly, Silas kissed his shoulder, then his neck, the touches sparking inside him. It was Bran who tugged his borrowed T-shirt up, fingers dragging along his skin.
“His nips are tight, wanting me,” Bran murmured, and his cheeks went red hot.
“Mmm. His need smells amazing.” Silas’s nose slid along the back of his neck, his shoulders.
“I—” He shivered, not knowing where to look, how to feel.
“Breathe, lovely boy,” Silas told him, hand sliding down to press against his belly.
“Trying. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” Ever. Hell, this was one of the wildest things he’d ever done.
“Then let’s enjoy it, yeah?” Silas’s mouth latched onto his throat, the sensation zinging through him and settling in his balls.
“That’s a hot spot, Si. Just keep going. Suck harder.” Bran’s voice was rough as sandpaper.
Silas did as Bran told him, first scraping the spot with his teeth, then increasing the suction.
“No hickeys where someone can see. I’ll lose my job.”
“That should be none of their business,” Bran noted, but Silas stopped his suction, moving to another spot, tongue sliding along his skin the whole way.
“I know, it’s no fair…” James moaned and shivered, allowing himself to feel.
“We won’t mark you this time,” Bran assured him. “So all you have to do is feel.” Bran flicked at his nipples, then plucked them.
“This time.” That meant they intended another time.
Bran met his gaze. “Yes. This time.”
“Uh-huh.” Silas spoke against his skin, making it buzz again, and telling him they were in agreement about that.
“Okay. This time.” His eyes rolled back in his head.
Bran’s mouth covered his again, then his shirt was pulled up over his head. Silas pressed up against his back, skin hot against his.
He gasped and went up on tiptoe. “Whoa!”
That was erotic as fuck.
“Everything okay?” Silas asked.
Bran met his gaze and smiled. “I believe that was a goodwhoa.”
“Uh-huh. V-very good.”
Bran chuckled. “In that case, I hope we give you a lot more whoas.” Then Bran was kissing him again, tongue licking into his mouth as Bran started working on the ties of his sweatpants again.
Soon he was naked, and he heard Silas gasp over his ink. It was all black intricate designs that Silas began to trace, making them feel new again.
“Stunning,” Silas murmured. “You’re absolutely stunning, boy.”
“Later you’ll tell us their story,” Bran told him.
“Later.” Maybe. Now he wanted this.
Bran’s mouth covered his again, the finger at his navel circling, teasing before drifting down. Bran wrapped a whole hand around his cock and gave him a single, long stroke.
James gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head, and he bucked like a pony.
