Free Haven 5: Invincible by Gabrielle Evans Page B

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    Deciding that line of thinking had gone far enough, he reached between their bodies and pressed his palm to Torren’s zipper, giving his soft cock a nice, gentle squeeze. “Not that young,” he said in what he hoped was a seductive purr.
    He guessed he’d gotten it right when Torren’s eyes popped open, blazing with unhidden lust.
    “You know what they say about playing with fire, baby.”
    Grinning mischievously, Aslan leaned forward again, tickling the seam of Torren’s lips with his tongue, coaxing the man to open for him. “No, but I hope it means I’m going to get a blow job in the kitchen.”
    Torren’s breathy chuckle parted his plump lips, and Aslan took full advantage, sweeping his tongue inside his mate’s mouth. It was hard to tell who groaned louder when their tongues met and twined, but it didn’t really matter. Winding one arm around his waist, Torren fisted his other hand in Aslan’s short hair, holding him still so he could take the kiss deeper.
    Content to submit to his mate’s dominance, Aslan relaxed his body, melting against Torren’s chest and moaning softly at the intense pleasure that seemed to burn him from the inside out. Drowning in the taste of his mate, reality warped, turning him upside down so that when he finally came up for air it was to find himself sans his shirt.
    The button on his jeans popped open with a skilled twist of Torren’s long fingers. His zipper followed quickly as his cock swelled and strained, pressing against the soft denim in its bid for freedom.
    Torren’s quiet, growling moan filled his mouth as his soon-to-be lover extracted his aching dick and stroked it lightly from base to helmet. The act felt familiar, as though they’d done it a thousand times before, and Aslan jerked in Torren’s embrace, flexing his hips so that his length slid through his mate’s fist.
    “More,” he begged, clutching at the fabric of Torren’s sweater and dragging it over his head, needing to feel the hot, hard muscles beneath his palms.
    Instead of heeding his plea, Torren released his cock, jerked Aslan’s head back on his shoulders, and attacked the sensitive skin along his throat while he lifted him onto the table. Following him up, Torren kept one arm around his waist, holding him in an inclined position and placing himself between Aslan’s knees.
    Very gently, Torren eased him back on the table and kissed a slow path down Aslan’s chest, leaving a trail of liquid heat in his wake. His tongue swirled around Aslan’s navel and dipped inside while he worked Aslan’s jeans off his legs and tossed them to the floor.
    Sitting back in his chair, he gripped Aslan’s calves and pulled him forward, sliding him to the edge of the table. “Spread your legs, baby.”
    Shivering and panting, he did as instructed, looping his elbows under his knees and opening himself to his lover’s gaze. The new position made him feel exposed and vulnerable, but when Torren hummed in approval, the anxiety ebbed just as quickly as it had come.
    Two thick fingers traced his bottom lip then tapped at it. Opening instantly, Aslan captured Torren’s digits in his mouth, swirling his tongue around them and sucking hard. His back bowed and a strangled moan rose up from his chest when his mate palmed his heavy erection once more, squeezing it in rhythmic movements that made his asshole clench greedily.
    “That’s it,” Torren praised him. “Get them good and wet.” His soft hair tickled the inside of Aslan’s thighs just before incredible moist heat surrounded the head of his cock. Torren swirled his tongue around the crown then flicked at the bundle of nerves just under the ridge, sending Aslan into a tailspin of need.
    Sucking harder on his lover’s fingers, Aslan rocked as much as his position would allow, driving his throbbing dick deeper into Torren’s welcoming mouth. Wading through his blinding lust, an errant thought slipped into his muddled brain, reminding him not to thrust