Free Touching Evil by Rob Knight Page A

throbbed and the clear drops started flowing faster, rising to
meet his tongue. Sweet. Every one fell right on his tongue as Artie
opened up and pushed down, taking Greg's cock down his throat as far as
he could.
    His name rang out, Greg's voice shocked, stunned, and surprisingly
hot, all rough and raw like that. Those hips were pointed as a skinny
nag's, the bones sharp as they moved under his hands.
    So different from his own body. His own hips were just barely cut,
his muscles standing out. He knew it from lying in this very bed and
touching himself and wondering what Greg felt like. Now he knew, and it
blew him away. Closing his lips hard around Greg, he pulled back, then
slid down again.
    "Thought about you. Dreamed. All around me, Artie. Sweet lord. All
around me." Greg started moving in time with his lips, hips driving the
rhythm a little faster, a little harder.
    Artie just lost himself in it. What a fucking rush, having Greg in
his mouth, calling his name, that hot skin all his to explore. Made him
hard as a fucking diamond, made him want to just keep on forever.
    "Forever. Your mouth , Art." Greg shifted, pushing against his hands, cock throbbing in his lips.
    "Mmmhmm." He woulda grinned if he could have. Instead he cupped
Greg's balls, just rolling them lightly, feeling the difference between
that skin and the smooth, hot cock.
    Oh, now. That got him a whimper, a desperate little shudder. Artie
went down, opening his throat, and swallowed, silently begging Greg to
come, to let him feel it. Taste it. Greg's cock jerked, bumping the
back of his throat as heat sprayed, filling his mouth.
    He moaned, working his tongue to help get it all, swallowing hard.
Then he pulled back to kiss the head of Greg's prick. "God, that's
good."
    Greg nodded, blinking down at him, looking just stunned.
    "You okay?" He was starting to worry a little the way Greg just lay there. Like maybe Artie had broken something.
    "Yeah." Greg reached out, drew him up into a kiss, tongue pressing
into his lips, tasting him. Oh, hell, yes. Artie just ate that kiss up
like he would squash casserole at a church social. Damn.
    Greg came alive underneath him, responding and repeating the
touches, the motions that made him ache. His cock ached, and Artie just
arched into the touch, body moving restlessly. He wanted ... well. He
wanted everything, didn't he?
    "What do you want?" Those dark eyes held his, watched him, wanted him. "What do you need?"
    "I need. I—Touch me." His whole body shook, his cheeks so hot. God. Yeah.
    Greg pushed at him, rolled him over, and straddled his hips, hands
flat on his chest, fingers moving. "You're like a wet dream. My wet
dream."
    "Yeah?" That was just ... Man. That was sexy as hell. He stared up
at Greg, touching all over. The chest, the bony elbows, the belly. It
was a feast.
    "Yeah. I wondered, now I know." Every inch of him was explored,
stroked. Greg whispered the name of each muscle as those long fingers
touched it, the act so Greg that it made him smile. He was
still smiling when Greg touched his cock. Then he started gasping,
pushing, a lot closer to the edge than he thought.
    "You're thick. You'll stretch me." Those fingers slid down his
shaft, just barely brushing. "You are going to fuck me, aren't you? Let
me feel you?"
    "Now?" His voice squeaked. "I don't think I'll last, man. But soon? Yeah. Hoo yeah. So gonna."
    "Not now." Greg chuckled, both hands wrapping around his cock and pumping. "Now I just want to watch you come, detective."
    "Okay." Like Greg's voice was a trigger, Artie shot, just like that,
hot and wet over Greg's hand. He flopped back on the bed and cracked
the hell up when Duke's yowl outside the door echoed his own harsh cry.
    Greg snorted, hands still wrapped around his prick as the soft laughter started.
    "I think he's jealous." And it was a damned good thing he knew what
Greg was laughing at, or his dick might just try to shrivel up.
    "I know he is, and you have a fine fucking cock, Artie.