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

faster, while the other held back my gasps, constricted by my own clothes. But I dared not divest them.
    Kendall eventually gained enough sense, or his hands randomly had found the edge of Price’s breeches and tugged them down. Damn tight breeches, they always made things difficult. It didn’t help that Price kept grinding into Kendall. Kendall even growled. I hadn’t known he was capable of that.
    Price lifted away, his hands leaving Kendall even as he whimpered, and undid the buttons of his own breeches. Kendall pulled them down for him. His mouth sought Price’s cock, but Price stopped him by holding his chin.
    They stared into each other’s eyes. Kendall’s smile grew sloppy. Price undid the buttons of Kendall’s trousers and they giggled as they tried to tug them off. Fucking giggled.
    I bit my hand. Fuck, fuck, fuck those two.
    Price emptied the bottle of oil onto his hand, and then took his cock, sliding the oil on thickly.
    Oh, now that was something I knew. A flat too absorbed in his own desire to probably stretch his bottom.
    Price spread Kendall’s knees apart. My own hand slowed. Kendall was going to scream…
    Price slid his fingers under Kendall’s balls and behind him. Kendall gasped, and I imagined that those fingers had found purchase.
    It was slow, it was languid. I wanted nothing more than to shout at them to hurry up, for my cock ached something awful. The precum gave my cock some slip so I wouldn’t wake horribly chapped, but I needed… I needed…
    “Oh, oh, bollocks,” Kendall said. “Bloody, fucking, bollocks.”
    Price chuckled, but not the sort of demeaning chuckle that it should have been.
    “Now,” Kendall said, squirming. “Please, now. I need you…”
    He tried to shift downward, harder onto Price’s fingers. What nonsense was this? Kendall didn’t even need to feed. Why was he so eager to be penetrated? My cock answered with a spasm I found difficult to repress.
    Price refused, continuing to probe Kendall further. I couldn’t see it, but it was almost as if I felt it, the muscles massaged until they gave way, just like I could feel their beasts of lust.
    Nor were those beasts the usual sort I encountered, ramming themselves against their meat cages, eager to break the barrier and escape. It was almost as if they were reaching out to each other, eager to touch, eager to escape, but not the mindless fucking that I had always known.
    Kendall couldn’t keep his buttocks still. He shoved his arse onto Price’s fingers. I felt Price enjoyed it too. Hell, even I enjoyed it, if my cock had anything to say on the matter.
    Price swore, unable to withstand it any longer, and grabbed Kendall’s thighs.
    Finally, finally, my cock told me, and I agreed.
    Price opened Kendall’s legs and nudged his cock between his cheeks.
    “Do it, do it,” Kendall moaned, as if the feel of his cock was enough to drive him mad.
    Price pushed his hips forward and sank in.
    Inch by fucking inch. I had heard the expression before, but flats didn’t use that on me — they slammed themselves in. Even Price had. And I would groan at the sudden intrusion, but my cock throbbed, and so did theirs. It had suited me just fine. But perhaps, judging by Kendall’s reaction, I was missing something.
    Kendall squirmed and moaned under each inch, an expression of pain flashing over his face before it settled back to desire, his muscles seeming to accommodate the stretch and yearning for more.
    If I had had a spare hand, I might have even tried it.
    Inch by inch, Price moved until he gasped and leaned over Kendall, inserted to the hilt. “Are you all right?” Price asked. He shifted his weight off one arm so he could caress Kendall’s face, but Kendall moaned since the shift also meant Price had moved inside of him.
    My hand still, I waited with bated breath. Price chuckled again, a manful chuckle I had heard gentlemen use when speaking, or not speaking, about sex. Price withdrew just as slowly as Kendall