Free Marked by Grief by Caitlin Ricci Page B

displeasure either. Did he like what he saw as Kit stuck his thumbs in the band of his jeans and slowly began pushing the rough material over his hips? It was impossible to tel from Jason's blank expression. His gaze tracked Kit's slow movements, but that was it. Kit's jeans hit the floor with a whoosh and he stepped out of them, kicking them aside. His cock was in ful view now, proud and wanting as it bobbed against his bely. He faced off against Jason, his mouth set into a stubborn line as he watched him slowly rise from the bed.
    Kit tried to cover himself as Jason came up beside him. "Let me see," Jason commanded him, his voice dark and beautiful to Kit's ears. But he flinched at the first touch of Jason's fingers on his shoulder.
    "Am I just for you to look at then?" Kit asked him bitingly.
    Jason gave his hair a light tug. "You wil answer me when I ask you a question, and if you decide at any point tonight that you don't want to continue this, then you may tel me so. I wil not gag you tonight. Not just because I want you to have the freedom to tel me if something is too much, but also because I want to hear every perfect gasp and moan you wil make tonight. My rules are simple. You must be honest with me in al things, you wil not hide yourself from me in any fashion and you wil tel me if you don't like something. If you can't obey those three simple rules then we wil stop right now."
    Jason's hand dropped to the patch of fine hair right above his cock. He couldn't breathe through the lump in his throat and couldn't think beyond the rushing of his heart as it beat loudly in his ears. "Kit?"
    Kit nodded. Whatever Jason wanted, it was a yes. Jason's fingers went further down, his thumb stroking over the base of Kit's cock just before he cupped his sack in his hand. "I require an answer,"
    Jason told him, his voice soft in Kit's ear.
    "Yes," Kit hissed.
    Jason dropped his hand and Kit made a moue of disappointment. "Sit on the edge of the bed." Kit was quick to folow his instructions. He thought for a moment to put his hands on his lap but thought better of it as he caught Jason watching him.
    Jason stood in front of him and Kit couldn't help but watch as he ran his hands over his muscular torso, pausing to pay attention to those silver rings Kit liked so much. Kit blushed and kept watching as Jason ran his hand over his stomach, touching himself everywhere Kit had wanted to for years. He circled his navel and traced the colorful tattoos spread over his hips and molded onto his stomach until his fingers dipped into the band of his lounge pants. Kit's breath caught as he dropped his pants in one smooth movement. He could barely breathe as Jason kicked his pants away and al of the man's beauty was on display for him to see. He'd seen Jason naked before. He was sure of it. But he'd never realy looked before. And now Jason was giving him an open invitation to look as much as he wanted to.
    "You need to breathe, Kit," he said with a chuckle. "You can look for as long as you want. But you've got to breathe."
    He nodded and forced himself to take a rushing breath that felt far too hot for his lungs. "You're so beautiful."
    Jason blushed. "Thanks. That means a lot coming from you." He came closer. "Now, lean back, use a pilow if you have to in order to keep weight off your tattoo. And spread your thighs."
    "Wha—" Kit had barely made a sound as Jason dropped to his knees in front of him on the floor. He was quick to obey, his heart pounding in his chest as Jason's hand slid over his cock.
    "Tel me, did Dale the asshole give you oral sex?" Jason asked him. He was so good, knowing exactly how to touch him that Kit could barely hold on to a single thought. He shook his head quickly. Dale hadn't done anything but fuck him. This was nothing like that. "Good," Jason said before Kit felt the first brush of the man's warm breath against the head of his cock.
    And then his hips bucked as Jason took him into his mouth. Kit panted, trying not