Free Men of London 02 - Sight and Sinners by Susan Mac Nicol Page B

Taylor’s senses overload. He pulled his mouth away from the rapacious one that was devouring it.
    “Draven, please. You’re going to make me come like this,” he gasped, as the hand pulled up, released, and stroked down even harder.
    Draven’s eyes were black, his lips red and swollen, a slight tinge of blood where Taylor had bitten him. “Then come,” he demanded and slid another hand round to stroke Taylor’s arse cheeks, pulling them apart and grazing his fingers over his hole. Taylor bucked in Draven’s arms, his balls tightening, his cock feeling impossibly hard as he climaxed, wet streams of musky come covering Draven’s hand, his arm and the inside of the once-clean sweatpants. Draven held onto his dick until he was spent, all the time pushing against Taylor’s hole and even inserting a finger at his moment of climax.
    “God, love to feel you tighten around my finger like that,” Draven panted. “Just think about what it will feel like when I have my cock inside you. Oh God, you feel so damn good,”
    He pushed his groin against Taylor, rutting against him then shuddered, and Taylor buried his hands in Draven’s hair, holding him tight as his own orgasm took him. Finally they were still, standing in the hallway and supporting each other. Taylor with his sweatpants covered in come and Draven with a huge wet spot in front of his usual immaculate trousers.
    “Oh, God, that was pretty awesome,” Taylor muttered as he leaned his forehead against Draven’s sweaty one. “Why the hell did I have a shower if you intended doing that?”
    Draven chuckled.” “Because you reeked of sick and no matter how much I wanted to kiss you, that wasn’t going to happen the way your breath smelt.” He moved back and swatted Taylor’s arse. “Now I guess we clean up and maybe we can progress to round two.”
    “Round two?” Taylor said faintly.
    Oh God, all my dreams have come true.
    That predatory look crossed Draven’s face again. “Oh yes. I want to be buried deep inside that pert arse of yours and I’m intending on doing that just as soon we can.” He shivered. “I’m not sure how long I can hold out though. I need to clean us both up then we can start again. In bed this time if that’s all right with you?” He leaned in and ran his tongue across Taylor’s lips, then bit his earlobe. “So let’s get rid of this sticky mess then we can get dirty again.”
    He disappeared into the bathroom. Taylor stood there, horny again and confused. This had all happened very quickly. For two men who supposedly didn’t really like each other, they were doing a damn good job of concealing it. He also wondered mutinously if he looked like a bottom because Draven sure as hell seemed to think so. Never mind that he swung both ways and could just as easily be buried in Draven’s tight arse. He might like being manhandled but he liked to do a bit of his own too. He heard a slight noise behind him and turned. It had sounded like a faint whisper or a swish of something soft against a wall. He frowned, seeing nothing there to explain the noise. The noise came again, slightly louder this time but he still couldn’t make it out. He waited patiently, then, no longer hearing it, he went into the bathroom.
    *****
     
    Draven stared at his swollen, bitten lips and sleepy, satisfied eyes in the mirror. He peered closer, as if expecting to see someone else there. His clothes lay in a heap on the floor.
    That little session in the hallway had been explosive, and Draven had actually come in his pants, something he didn’t do often. Taylor was so damn sexy, with that tight body, coffee-coloured skin and lips that begged to be ravished. He grunted.
    Ravished? What the hell am I, some lead in a bloody romance novel?
    He grinned at himself in the mirror as he swooped warm water up from the basin on the cloth and cleaned himself.
    God, I am so fucked. I have never felt this strongly about anyone before. Let alone a damned professed