Free CollectiveMemory by Tielle St. Clare Page B

longer but Mace’s was
quite wide. He wasn’t sure how he would be able to get it into his mouth.
    Cayl licked his lips. There was a drop of liquid leaking out
of the tip. The sight tempted him beyond his imagination. He wanted to capture
that drop on his tongue, experience the flavor. He cupped the shaft in his hand
and squirmed down to the bottom of the bed, his mind focused on getting that
cock in his mouth.
    He rolled over, wanting to be between Mace’s legs but the
cursed cotton material was in the way. With a grunt that seemed to convey his
irritation quite admirably, he dragged the cloth down, over Mace’s feet and
tossed it to the side, unconcerned where it landed. Freed, Mace shifted,
spreading his thighs and creating a space for Cayl.
    The thick shaft and the sac beneath fascinated him. The
images he’d viewed prior to arriving in this world had not clearly defined the
intriguing aspects of this portion of the male form. Discovering a need for a
better view, Cayl crawled between Mace’s strong knees, intrigued by the hair on
Mace’s thighs, but kept his focus on the cock he planned to ease. He shifted
his stare and gasped. The truth jolted him.
    “Something wrong?” Mace drawled. Cayl lifted his gaze. Mace
lay on the mattress, one hand cradling his head, so he could watch Cayl. The
lazy, sexual display made Cayl’s mouth water but he focused on Mace’s query.
    “Having had my fingers inside Agent Denning, I do not
understand such a large item fits inside her.” Cayl opened his mouth and looked
at the rounded head, trying to calculate if it would fit inside. “Or how my
mouth will accommodate such a thick rod.”
    Mace chuckled and Cayl felt the little hairs at the back of
his neck stand up. And his cheeks felt strangely warm. He didn’t care for the
combination of sensations.
    “You’ll be fine, babe.” Strong fingers slid up his neck and
cupped the back of his head, pushing him down, toward the thick shaft. “Just do
what feels natural.”
    “Nothing feels natural.” He lifted his head, fighting
against the pressure pushing him down. The smile that had seemed so
ever-present in Mace’s eyes disappeared.
    “Then don’t do it.” His voice was flat and Cayl felt a
strange response in his chest, an ache he didn’t understand. “No one’s forcing
you.” Mace shifted, starting to roll away.
    Cayl caught his leg, pushing him down, spreading him wide.
He didn’t comprehend the urge but he didn’t want Mace to escape him.
    “No. I want to but the human form is so foreign to me. And
fragile. I do not know what will bring pleasure and what will bring pain.”
    He watched Mace’s face to see how he reacted to Cayl’s
confession of ignorance.
    That smile that made his groin area tight curved the other
man’s lips. “I’ll let you know if you hurt me. Just do what I did to you.”
    Cayl nodded. “That is most logical.” He inched back and
scanned the male form beneath him once again. There were so many options. So
many places he could experiment with touch. “I just don’t know what to do
first.”
    His gaze fell to the cock, hard between Mace’s legs.
    “It seems most precise to begin at the top and taste
everything.” A hiss escaped Mace’s throat but Cayl couldn’t pull his attention
away from the thick rod resting in his hand. “But I desire most to sample your
flavor here.” He skimmed his fingers across the round head, collecting the thin
drop that had lingered. It sparkled on his skin and Cayl lifted his hand to his
mouth. His tongue flicked out and caught the clear drop.
    The foreign flavor danced on his tongue. He licked his lips,
wanting more.
    A hitch in Mace’s breath caught Cayl’s attention. He looked
into the man’s blue eyes, darkened by the hunger, and then back at the hard
cock in his hand, made harder by his touch. “You like to see me sample your
taste?”
    The muscles at Mace’s throat convulsed. A new pleasure
surged through him, settling in his groin,