Free Trickster by Nicola Cameron Page B

with his tongue, listening to Mark’s cries growing louder
and more desperate.
    When he judged the other man was on
the verge of coming, he got to his feet, kissing his way up the pale knobs of
Mark’s spine. An unmarked bottle on the shower shelf held lube; he grabbed it
and dribbled the clear fluid over his fingers. Reaching down, he pressed in
with one finger, then two.
    “Oh, fuck. Stop teasing me and fuck
me already,” Mark said, voice thick.
    “Okay, babe.” But Delaney added
more lube to his fingers, smoothing it over Mark’s crease and his own cock, before
pressing the mushroom head into position. Leaning forward, he pushed into his
mate. “God, that’s so hot.”
    Mark groaned, dropping his head against
the wet tile. “Yeah, just like that. Oh, fuck.”
    Delaney pushed forward in
increments until he could feel his balls against Mark’s ass. Widening his
stance, he pulled out until only the tip was inside, then drove back in. He
started a deep, rolling rhythm, wrapping one arm around the other man’s chest
and the other around his hips so that he could stroke Mark’s cock in time with
his thrusts.
    Mark twisted his neck around, pupils
blown as he bit at Delaney’s cheekbone and jaw. Desire surged back and forth
along their bond, mimicking the action of their bodies. Delaney buried his
mouth in the crook of Mark’s neck, tasting salt, clean skin and something that
was indefinably his mate. He licked over the now-healed scar of the mating
bite, sucking hard on the skin.
    A rising note in his balls signaled
his oncoming orgasm. He thrust harder, almost lifting the smaller man off the
shower floor. “Yes. Oh, fuck, yes! Come with me!”
    “Ahh!” Mark clenched his inner
muscles, a delicious ripple along the length of Delaney’s cock. He howled as
his vision whited out, shooting hard and deep into his mate. Mark screamed, and
thick, sticky wetness coated Delaney’s fist.
    He managed to stroke his mate
through the rest of his orgasm, relishing each contraction squeezing his cock,
until Mark finally begged him to stop. Leaning against the other man, he kissed
the damp curls at the nape of Mark’s neck. Mine.
    Yours ,
Mark thought back, his internal voice soft and languid now. And you’re mine.
    All yours.
    ****
    They got out just as the water
started to cool, Mark laughing as Delaney grabbed one of the big thick bath
sheets and played towel boy for both of them.
    Still slightly damp, they crawled
into Delaney’s huge bed and got comfortable, legs loosely entwined. The shorter
man rested his head on Delaney’s shoulder and yawned. “Have I told you recently
how much I love your shower? If it were legal in Texas, I think I’d marry it.”
    Delaney snorted. “Great. You’re
already throwing me over for household fixtures. In that case, I’ll have to
insist that you move in. If you’re going to be fooling around with my shower, I
want it to be a threesome.”
    “Well, if you insist.”
    Delaney took a mental deep breath. “I’m
serious. Why don’t you move in?”
    Mark shifted, looking at him. “Really?”
    “Yeah. God knows I’ve got more than
enough space, and one of the guest rooms will make a great office for you. And
we can carpool, and I know you like the hot tub so you can use it whenever you
like, and there are some great running trails around here—”
    Mark cut off his monologue with a
kiss. “Stop babbling. I’ll move in. But I’m warning you, I come with a shitload
of action figures.”
    The last small knots of anxiety in
Delaney’s gut loosened, and he fought the urge to laugh. “You geek. Fine. It’s about
time we move the collection downstairs, anyway. Oh, by the way, we’re getting
this week off with pay. If anyone asks, it’s a bonus for the release. And Scott
wants to hire you permanently, if you’re interested.”
      “Sweet. I accept.” Mark wriggled closer with a
sleepy sigh. “A whole week off. What are we going to do with all that time,