Free Against the Rules by A.R. Barley Page B

jerk.
    Kelly’s jaw ached, his cheeks were sore, his knees were killing him and he wanted more. “I almost had you. Another minute and—”
    “That’s not the point.” Ian’s voice was rough with heat and desire. “We’re not finished yet. I don’t want to come until we do.”
    And what the hell was that supposed to mean? Kelly was about to open his mouth and demand answers when air shifted and Ian’s body lowered to the ground in front of him. They were kneeling face-to-face now, close enough to touch, close enough to—
    “You blush all over, don’t you?” Ian said. “Such a pretty color. Like roses in July. I have half a mind to tie you to my bed and keep you this way forever. Of course, the university would probably frown on that.”
    Ian tweaked his nipples, making him shudder under the rough touch. The sharp burst of sensation sent a zing straight to his dick and made him gasp in surprise. Ian laughed. “I did promise you a kiss.”
    Firm lips pressed hard against his mouth, taking him in a bruising kiss. He tasted like sin and desire. Like all the dirty little secrets Kelly had ever whispered into the darkness, never hoping to get any response.
    Fingers came up to cup his jaw, sending tiny shudders through his body as Ian’s other hand came to rest against the bite mark he’d left hours—or had it only been minutes?—earlier.
    Wave after wave of sensation broke over Kelly as pleasure mixed with pain. The stillness he usually only found with a hard smack to the ass or a shove against the wall filled him completely.
    The last thing he heard before he completely lost control was the familiar
snick
of a bottle opening and then a well-lubed hand fisting their erections together. Ian jerked them off in long even motions. A moment later they were both coming, creamy eruptions coating their bodies and leaving them both sticky.
    All Kelly could do was hum his satisfaction as Ian removed the blindfold and helped him up onto the nearby couch.

Chapter Eleven
    Ian could sense when Kelly stopped soaring and came tumbling back to earth. The peaceful expression on those swollen lips fell away and his head jerked around like he wasn’t quite sure of his surroundings. He looked stunned, unsure and completely vulnerable.
    Like a puppy who’d just taken his first steps in a new world.
    Ian wanted to wrap his arms around Kelly and draw him in close. Instead, he handed him the cup he’d gotten earlier. “Here.” The ice had kept it cool while they were playing. “Drink this.”
    “I—of course.” Kelly blinked twice before doing as he was told. With the heat of the scene still staining his skin he was more than happy to take Ian’s direction. “Thank you, that was—” His brow furrowed slightly.
    A frown crossed his face and he reached up to scratch the back of his neck, flinching when he connected with the bite marks. Cool water slopped back against his skin and he let out a yelp.
    “You’re going to need to be careful with that for the next few days,” Ian said. He’d apologize for biting down so hard, but he didn’t feel sorry at all...not when it would mark Kelly as his for as long as the bruises lasted.
    And when they disappeared? He’d do it all over again. He’d do anything to prove to the world that Kelly belonged to him—to protect him from other men’s prying eyes. Kelly was so sweet, so eager, if a real player had found him first—not just an asshole in a nightclub but a dominant with a taste for bloodsports and needles? Anything could have happened. The thought curled around Ian’s heart like an icy fist. It wouldn’t happen. Not if he had to mark Kelly with a bite...or a collar...or a tattoo on his ass with Ian’s name and number.
    Whatever it took to keep him safe.
    When was the last time he’d felt so possessive? Never. It should put him on edge, but instead he just let the knowledge roll over him as he stepped away to pull on the hunter-green boxers he’d discarded on the