Free Hard to Be Good (Hard Ink #3.5) by Laura Kaye Page A

my feet or—”
    “I can take you deepest if I lay down on the table and let my head hang off the end.” It was possible Charlie’s heart was going to beat out of his chest. He’d never talked like this—this explicitly, this directly, this honestly—with anyone before. But Jeremy’s words from earlier still echoed in his ears, promising to listen, to give, to meet his needs. It made him feel safe to be vulnerable. To be real. To be himself.
    “Get on the table, Charlie,” Jeremy said, his voice like gravel. “Now.”
    Holding eye contact with Jeremy, Charlie walked backward until his legs bumped into the table, and then he got on and lay down. He pushed himself toward the end until his head hung freely over the edge, putting his mouth at the same height as Jeremy’s hips.
    Jeremy came closer, then leaned down to kiss Charlie. It was a little awkward since Charlie was essentially upside down, but he didn’t mind because Jeremy’s eyes and expression were absolutely blazing with lust and desire.
    “Open your jeans and take your cock out,” Jeremy said. “I want to see just how hot this makes you.”
    Charlie’s hands moved to obey, arousal lancing through him at Jeremy’s command.
    “Fuck, you are hard, aren’t you?” Jeremy stood in front of him and pushed his own jeans down to his knees.
    The position gave Charlie a close-up view of the plentiful ink covering Jeremy’s legs. His right thigh had a complicated geometric design all in black, whereas the left had a collision of tattoos that ran from thigh to calf—a compass rose, a wolf, a fierce-looking owl, and more, all tied together with tribal markings and punctuated by colorful flowers.
    Jeremy dragged the tip of his thick cock over Charlie’s lips, and Charlie opened as if he’d issued another command.
    J E R E M Y C O U L DN ’ T BELIEVE that he was getting to experience this with Charlie, nor that Charlie had been the one to suggest it.
    Gently, he pushed his cock into Charlie’s waiting mouth and the sensation was fucking phenomenal. Hot. Wet. Tight. And having Charlie all spread out in front of him, his dick hard and jerking against his belly, just made it all that much more intense.
    Rocking his hips, Jeremy penetrated and withdrew until his cock was slick from Charlie’s mouth and begging him to move faster, harder, deeper.
    And he’d thought having Charlie on his table before had made him hot.
    He would never be able to look at this table again without remembering this moment. Without thinking of Charlie.
    Charlie reached back, grasped Jeremy’s hips, and forced him to go deeper. And the feeling of it was insane, especially when Charlie swallowed and Jer could feel the working of the man’s muscles around the head of his cock. Charlie pulled him so close that he buried his nose against Jeremy’s balls.
    “Jesus, Charlie,” Jeremy rasped. He braced his hands against the edge of the table. “That’s fucking incredible.”
    When Charlie released his hold, Jeremy withdrew.
    “What you said to me earlier,” Charlie said, his hand going to his own cock, stroking and pulling. “Applies now, too. Do whatever you want to do, Jeremy.”
    Jeremy pushed into the other man’s mouth again, and it was like something in his brain snapped. He couldn’t hold back. He couldn’t go slow. He couldn’t be gentle. Not for one more moment.
    Jeremy fucked Charlie’s mouth, and the moans of approval spilling from Charlie’s throat drove him on. Stroking Charlie’s hair, his cheeks, his neck, Jeremy thrust and retreated until he was groaning and panting and wound so tight, he thought he might shatter. Not just because of the physical sensations. But because of who was making him feel this way.
    Charlie.
    When Jeremy told Charlie how much he’d admired him, he meant it completely. Even before he’d known his father wasn’t guilty of what they’d all suspected, Charlie had thrown himself into the team’s investigation, helping however he