“You’re so fucking hard for me,” Gage rasped.
He brushed the pad of his thumb all the way around Ulric’s head. Then he squeezed Ulric’s tip, and a droplet leaked onto Gage’s finger. Ulric thought Gage might ignore it.
But Gage brought his hand to his lips, licking off Ulric’s precome. And he rolled it through his mouth, rumbling low in his throat. “Salty.”
Gage had tasted him. Ulric’s head burned, his pulse beat like a drum between his thighs. Gage smiled, looking hungrier than Ulric had ever seen him.
Again without warning, Gage closed his fist around Ulric’s base, dragging it all the way up to his tip. Pleasure pulsed through his body; Ulric’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck, Gage.”
Gage pumped him harder, then harder again, until his calluses scraped against Ulric’s skin and it felt as though he wouldn’t stop. Ulric writhed, yanking Gage’s hand away so he wouldn’t come right there.
“You’re so fucking close,” Gage whispered.
He pulled his legs off Ulric’s thighs, he shuffled back a little. Then he leaned in and took Ulric’s tip into his mouth.
16
Burn Part 2
Ulric couldn’t breathe. Gage was hot inside. Damp. And he sucked down Ulric’s cock, all snug and sinful, his tongue stroking Ulric where he was sensitive.
Ulric’s spine arched, his senses overloading. On instinct, he grabbed Gage’s head and shoved him down, so his cock hit the back of Gage’s throat. That sensation hauled him over the edge; Ulric cried out in surprise, pleasure ripping through his body as he spurted over and over down Gage’s throat, filling him with come.
For a while, he drifted, his thoughts hazy, the aftershocks of his climax echoing through his body. He thought he felt something rumbling against him.
It wasn’t until he could think again, that he realized his cock was still buried deep in Gage’s mouth. Gage had tasted him. Hell, he’d come down Gage’s throat. And Gage was growling around him, his tongue sliding against Ulric’s cock.
Ulric shoved Gage off, his heart tumbling. He hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. What would Gage think of him?
When Gage glanced up, his eyes were dark. He didn’t once look away from Ulric as he licked his lips. Then his throat worked, and Ulric realized that... Gage had swallowed every drop of his come. Ulric froze.
“I don’t think you realize how fucking hot you are,” Gage rasped.
Then he leaned in, he grabbed Ulric by the nape and crashed their lips together, and he thrust his tongue into Ulric’s mouth, tasting like bitter come.
The retreating beast came snarling back. Ulric groaned, tangling his tongue with Gage’s. He tasted himself on this alpha, he smelled musk. When he reached down, he found Gage hard behind his pants. Because of Ulric.
Gage shoved down his own clothes. His cock jerked up, pushing hungrily against Ulric’s palm. It was hot, thick, longer than Ulric’s. Ulric groaned, sliding his palm down Gage’s silky length. He wanted it everywhere on him. On his face, in his ass, he wanted it covering him with come. It’d feel so good. “I—”
Gage thrust his tongue into Ulric’s mouth. He tasted Ulric everywhere inside, he stole all of Ulric’s breath. And he caught Ulric’s sac in his hand, squeezing it so pleasure jolted up Ulric’s spine.
“Damn big balls,” Gage murmured. Then he shoved Ulric backward so Ulric’s back hit the floor. And Gage pinned Ulric down with his own body, he shoved Ulric’s legs apart, grinding his bare cock against Ulric’s ass.
Ulric’s breath rushed out of him. “You can’t be serious.”
“What part of this isn’t serious?” Gage growled. He grasped Ulric’s pants, he ripped them down Ulric’s ass like Ulric had done to him. And he fitted his cock between Ulric’s cheeks, a thick, heavy slide that spread Ulric open, grinding damp and hungry against his hole.
Ulric’s throat went dry. Gage’s tip was right where he was the most vulnerable. He could push harder, and Ulric would open for him. Ulric shoved Gage away, kicking off his own pants for greater mobility. “I won’t submit that easily.”
Gage’s eyes gleamed. “Yeah? But you’ll submit?”
“No.” Ulric lunged, pinning Gage hard against the floor. Then he shoved his still-hard cock between Gage’s thighs, he angled it under Gage’s sac, and then up, thrusting enough to spread Gage’s tight cheeks.
And now Ulric’s tip was lodged against Gage’s hole, and it didn’t matter that he couldn’t see it—he could feel where they touched. He rolled his hips, grinding against Gage’s entrance. He wanted to stretch it, he wanted to fit every inch of his cock inside.
Gage swore, his own length jerking. But he heaved Ulric off, a feral smile curving his lips. “This is how we’re playing it?”
“Yeah.” And Ulric lunged at Gage, at the same time Gage knocked him down onto the floor, grabbing Ulric’s knot. Ulric groaned; Gage shoved Ulric’s legs apart, catching his knee to haul it up, exposing his hole.
Ulric yanked his leg out of Gage’s grasp, but not before Gage crammed his fingers between Ulric’s cheeks, right against his entrance. Ulric stopped breathing. Cocks felt amazing, but fingers went in a lot easier, a lot faster. What would Gage’s feel like?
“Say ‘no’, Muffin,” Gage whispered. “That one word. Any others, and it’ll mean you want this.”
“Damn you,” Ulric hissed.
Gage pushed his fingers hard against Ulric, forcing him to stretch open. Then he plunged inside, all dry friction, thick and demanding. Ulric wheezed, his body yielding, his cock pulsing.
Gage was inside.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Gage shoved his fingers all the way in. It burned. Then he found Ulric’s prostate, grinding his fingers against it. Pleasure throbbed through Ulric’s body, stealing his thoughts away. He might’ve made a sound.
“Yeah? You like that?” Gage murmured. He
