Free Twin Ties 2: Twin Affairs by Lynn Kelling

luscious lips, Evan let Luka lick back past them into the warm, wet heat of him. That first taste had Luka irrevocably hooked. Framing Evan’s sweet face in his hands, Luka held Evan down so he could be properly, thoroughly kissed, like he deserved to be kissed. Licking hungrily over Evan’s tongue, sucking his lips, Luka plunged in deeply and took as much as he could get, taking everything until he was dizzy and pulsing with primal lust for
Evan
—alluring, magnificently flawed and held tightly beneath him.
    Needing to get his hands on Evan, skin-to-skin, Luka reached down and guided Evan’s erection free of his pants. Moaning Evan’s name, Luka felt out the silk-sheathed, steely flesh now trapped within his grip, sliding smoothly against Luka’s palm, through his fingers as he stroked. Evan gasped audibly, mouthing over Luka’s lips, grabbing hold of Luka by the back of the neck, breathing hot and fast. Starkly blue eyes framed in long, golden eyelashes, surrounded by light freckles, closed over with heady relief.
    Watching his hand move, staring fixedly down between their bodies, Luka ravaged Evan with his eyes as well as his fingers, tugging hard on Evan’s cock one moment, rubbing feather-light over Evan’s torso the next, over his washboard abs and up to the rosy, silken nub of his nipple. Needing to touch him absolutely everywhere, Luka tried to, lightly caressing every inch of flesh he could access by shoving clothing impatiently out of the way.
    “Tell me to stop. Evan,” Luka begged, “
Please
tell me to stop. Tell me it hurts
.
”
    Trembling, chasing each touch, reacting with evident greed for more, Evan thrust against Luka’s hand desperately when it grazed teasingly over his shaft. Evan bit down on his bottom lip, surged up as he tried to rub against Luka’s body, moaned softly in a way that was so sexy it shattered what was left of Luka’s resolve not to hurt Brennan like this, by willfully ignoring his heartfelt promises to be faithful, to respect Brennan and Alek’s wishes and leave Evan alone.
    Luka sat back on his heels, taking hold of Evan’s jeans and underwear. After pulling them down and off, he nudged Evan’s legs apart with a knee. Leaning over him, they were face-to-face and his restless fingers now had even more places to explore. Luka palmed the right side of Evan’s ass, tilting Evan’s hips and squeezing lightly. Inhaling the heady, clean, freshly-showered scent of him, Luka licked with the tip of his tongue up the side of Evan’s neck, tasting his skin and just
Evan
.
    “Luka, kiss me,” Evan begged, sounding hoarse, parting his thighs more in invitation, letting his knees fall open widely. “Be with me.”
    Luka moaned, surging in for an un-careful, bruising kiss. His busy hand kept exploring, tugging gently on the soft skin of Evan’s balls, rubbing under and behind them, over the sensitive, smooth spot there. Just barely, Luka’s fingertips skimmed over Evan’s hole before quickly stroking back up to squeeze in a slow, tight stroke up from the root of Evan’s cock to the tip. He rubbed over the crown when it wept pre-come, spreading the slick fluid around. Tracing Evan’s shape, he triggered nerves that hadn’t been stimulated in a long time, sensing Evan’s intense pleasure, getting off on it. Evan quivered and tensed, almost thrusting against Luka’s hand but holding back like he was afraid to give in to instinct. As Luka gazed down avidly, he watched as Evan forced himself to not move at all, putting himself utterly at Luka’s mercy.
    Nipping at the swell of Evan’s bottom lip, then licking over it, Luka was breathing more roughly than if he had just sprinted ten miles, every inch of his already deeply tanned skin flushed pinker now, sweat-slick and overheated. He was hugely hard, but using every ounce of what little restraint he had left to keep from grinding frantically against all of Evan’s bare skin and possibly re-injuring his ribs. Twisting up and