Free Burning Bright by A. Catherine Noon

lovers,” the big man murmured. “Not my clients.” He bit down on Sasha’s neck. “Are you available?”
    “Yes,” he whispered, his heart pounding. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to fall for this man. “Please, Boss.”
    “I’ll think about it.” Neal leaned over him.
    Sasha pressed up against Neal as the top’s hands slid around his body and over the swell of his ass. Neal yanked the plug out with a quick movement. Sasha cried out, the sensation too thick, almost to the point of pain. Neal didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath, but laid him carefully on the table, his ass off the end, making sure he didn’t jar the ribs. Grabbing Sasha’s hips, Neal pulled him back toward the big man’s body. He sat Sasha onto his thighs, like sitting him in his lap, and grabbed both sides of his ass. He spread Sasha wide and plunged himself to the hilt in Sasha’s waiting flesh. Neal cried out when Sasha did, his muscles quivering against Sasha’s back. Neal paused, breathing deeply, and pulled Sasha backward off the table. Neal supported him as he lowered them until the bigger man sat on his heels. Sasha cried out again as the new position hilted Neal deeper inside him.
    “Fuck!” Sasha shouted.
    Neal chuckled and pumped his hips hard enough that it bounced Sasha’s jaw. He had no idea how Neal managed it at this angle, but he clamped their bodies together and pounded into Sasha, heavy meaty sounds that echoed in the big room. He stilled again, holding Sasha tightly.
    “Relax, Doc,” Neal grunted in his ear.
    “I…” He tried to catch a breath, do something to help, but couldn’t control his body. “Gods… Neal.”
    “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” He kissed the side of Sasha’s neck. “Let it happen, let me in…”
    Sasha didn’t understand. Wasn’t he relaxed already? But something in his body opened to the other man and his magic awakened. Heat, composed of whatever it was that he could do with animals, spun out of him like light. His body reacted, the hairs all swaying in a hidden breeze, and something inside him clicked. His legs released their frenzied clamp against the man at his back and his body molded to the larger one riding him.
    “That’s it.” Neal gasped, panting in his ear. “Oh God, is that it.”
    “Neal…”
    “Say my name.”
    “Gods. Neal.”
    Neal grunted and his other hand came around to splay against Sasha’s abdomen. He pressed Sasha back and squeezed both his arms in his hands, palms slick against Sasha’s skin and very warm. Neal’s hips slammed into Sasha, harder than before, and a pressure built in Sasha’s lower back. He leaned his head against Neal’s chest, squeezing his eyes shut. Neal’s teeth closed on his shoulder, in the bend by his neck, and bit down firm enough to bruise but not break the skin.
    An orgasm unlike any Sasha experienced before started to build and then smashed into him, clenching every muscle from toes to scalp. He screamed, emptying his seed and covering Neal’s wrist in shiny white fluid.
    Neal bent forward and caught himself against the side of the table with one hand, keeping the other firmly around Sasha’s body. He thrust twice more and then slammed into him so hard Sasha fell forward with Neal riding him. As the big man’s cock pumped inside him, Sasha widened his legs and pressed back with his hips. Long moments passed before Neal stopped shuddering and then he slumped to the side, careful not to collapse onto Sasha.
    Sasha gave a long sigh of contentment. “I can’t move.”
    “I’ll carry you.” Neal rolled to his feet and gathered up his clothes. He kneeled next to Sasha and slowly, teasingly, slipped the cock ring off his body. Neal bent down and rolled Sasha’s balls in his mouth, playing with them with his tongue.
    Sasha raised his hips and pressed against his mouth. “Gods, that feels incredible.”
    Neal’s hands caressed Sasha’s stomach and nipples. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs. I