Free Don't... by Jack L. Pyke Page A

the weight, what hid inside. “He at home now?”
    “Huh?”
    I ran my tongue tip-to-root along the silver shaft, deliberately catching the exposed areas of cock now.
    “Fuck me,” breathed Jack.
    “Your Dom. That’s what this is, right?”
    Jack frowned down. “It’s not like that. I’m—I’m not his sub.”
    “Then what’s this?” I massaged his balls, forcing them against the cock cage.
    “Complicated,” he forced through his teeth with a frown.
    I got to my feet and saw how Jack nearly whimpered in relief.
    “Then let’s un-complicate things.” I slipped my hands around his waist, tugging him in close. “Either we go back to yours, get the key, get that off, and fuck each other senseless for a few hours,” Jack’s hands found their own way to my ass, returning my compliment. I glanced down, loving the sight of my clothed cock on his caged.
    “Or?”
    With a grin, I pulled away completely, even took a few steps back to put some distance between us.
    “Or I’m gonna strip, reduce you to nothing but bound watcher as I play with myself at your feet.” I let my hand wander up to my shirt. A tug pulled it free; then I teased it up to show an inch or two of tanned flesh beneath. I wasn’t lying about the naked sunbathing.
    A sudden shift from the window, a growl, Jack hunted out his T-shirt, tugged it on, then forced his cock back in before grabbing me by the sleeve of my shirt. Seemed Jack wasn’t one to stand on the sidelines and shout encouragement.

Chapter 7
Silence Is Deadly
    I managed to wait until Jan had at least allowed enough of a gap between me and the door, before I kicked it shut and pushed him up against the wall, kissing the fuck out of his mouth, hands slipping under his shirt. The muscle there was alive, all moving, contracting as I dug my fingers in, forcing a hiss out of Jan. His shirt shaped him well and looked expensive, but I needed to feel skin as much as he’d needed to see it. Two buttons tore free, the rest took the hint, giving up any fight to keep Jan away from me, and I promised myself I’d buy him another one as I traced my hands up, pushing shirt away from shoulders. Great shoulders, kissable ones. My lips whispered appreciation as I played left collarbone, right, sometimes biting, wanting to mark—Jan’s moaning an encouragement
to
mark. Damn good shoulders; they needed marking. Especially over the stunts he’d pulled at the garage.
    “Mine,” I growled. Jan was trying to pull his arms free, but I kind of liked the shirt pulled down to his wrists like that, keeping him still, and I reached behind, fisting the shirt until he couldn’t struggle and got the hint to hold still.
    He smiled, a flash of eye, a challenge to carry the manhandling through.
    A brief crush of lips, I twisted him away from the wall and heard Jan’s breath catch as I forced him onto the stairs. Kneeling behind him, I took a hold of his hair, pushing him face-first into the soft carpet. The muscles strained in his shoulders, black trousers shaping his tight ass to slipstream precision. Tugging slightly at his trousers, I leant down and kissed the touch of exposed flesh.
    He had a damn good ass. A kissable ass. A—
    “Fuck, yeah. Jack, just,” he was breathless, “just get that thing off so we can fuck, yeah?”
    Pulling him back to me, slipping my hand around his waist, just teasing with the hint of a brush to his groin, I nibbled his ear. “Upstairs.”
    Jan pulled himself free and tossed the shirt aside. The sight of his naked torso gave me tunnel vision, nothing else existed outside of the world of Jan, and I couldn’t give a fuck about any shirt. Now to his feet, Jan turned back and offered me this gorgeous smile.
    It was enough to have me up on my feet and pushing past him. I’d almost forgotten, but as I took the lead to my bedroom, I paused.
    “Shower,” I mumbled, glancing back at Jan to see him watching me. It was a look shared by lovers, between lovers, not for any