Free Damon Snow and the Nocturnal Lessons by Olivia Helling Page A

way I used my own mouth.
    My hand slid to the front of my pantaloons, but then froze. I might be a molly, but I didn’t abuse myself.
    Price bobbed his head again, his lips descending lower and lower each time. Kendall still stared in disbelief. His lower lip jerked as it sought to hold back his cries. Or perhaps even his own selfish demands.
    Kendall didn’t know — did he? He couldn’t feel that beast of lust rousing inside of Price. Only an incubus could feel it. But if Kendall could see over the edge of the bed, he’d see the tent filling up Price’s placket.
    “P-please.” The word finally escaped Kendall’s lips. His eyes widened at his daring and he bit down on his lip.
    Price smiled around Kendall’s cock, and moved faster. His hand slid down to handle Kendall’s bollocks, while his mouth remaining sucking and licking Kendall’s head, and then down his shaft. Kendall’s hips trembled against the bed, as if it took all his concentration to keep from thrusting into Price’s mouth.
    My cock demanded my attention, like the greedy little thing that it was. It strained the placket of my pantaloons and I damned the man who had designed them so tight. I shifted, and had to bite back a moan as my cock rubbed against the fabric.
    I never enjoyed the fruits of my labour. Well, not in the way that the men who fucked me did. Why now, when I wasn’t even the one being touched?
    Kendall had given up on keeping his hips pinned. He writhed in Price’s care, moans leaving his lips without recourse.
    I had never imagined being driven to the brink like that — at least not without seeking to feed my hunger. Now it was so easy. An image flashed in my mind of me being there, me being held down by my hips as a man’s lips caressed me. Suddenly, there wasn’t enough air behind the curtain.
    In my head, I swore a long bloody oath and slipped my hand through the buttons on my pantaloons. My hands found my cock and my fingers fluttered against it. I almost smiled when such tiny contacts sent shots of desire running through my body.
    Oh damnation, I needed it. Not just my cock, but me. My entire body thrummed as if it were feeding, but there was nothing to feed on. There wouldn’t be this time, with just me and my hand.
    I grasped my cock firmly and pumped it in time to Price’s mouth performing the unthinkable, watching Kendall’s face screw, listening to him pant and moan as he came so near.
    “Please,” Kendall moaned again.
    Price lifted his head for a moment. “Almost there.”
    “No,” Kendall said. He flopped his head from side to side. “No.”
    “Kendall!” Price reached for his hip. “Kendall, is everything all right?”
    I slapped my hand over my mouth. No one had ever asked me that. Well, no flat had when they were ever fucking me into the floor. My balls drew in tight.
    “I — I need your cock inside me,” Kendall said. “Please, please!”
    What was Kendall saying? He wanted it?
    Price locked down at Kendall’s cock, as stiff as a coat rack. It could probably have supported one too, had he been vertical. Kendall’s cock throbbed against his belly.
    “There’s no oil,” Price said. “I didn’t think…”
    “In my pocket,” Kendall said.
    Price fished inside and withdrew a small bottle the size of perfume. Price smiled at him and stroked his hair. Kendall thrust up, too far gone for such pleasures, but he smiled too.
    “All these clothes,” Price said. He dropped the bottle next to Kendall and slid his hands under Kendall’s coat. “They need to go.”
    Kendall was only all too eager to obey. He raised his chest up just enough for Price to rip off his jacket, his cravat and shirt following, and then Kendall’s hands found Price’s clothes and did the same. Price leaned down and caught Kendall’s lips. Their hands rubbed each other, gripped each other, as if they needed to touch each other more than they needed their next breath. Their pelvises ground together.
    My hand stroked