Page 20 of Kaz (Salvation Kings MC: New Freedom Chapter #2)
He was sure he caught a smirk on Miles’s face before he wrapped his lips around his cock, the wet heat making him groan.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he hissed.
He let Miles play for a while because, fuck, if he didn’t like watching his cock disappear between those full lips. But there was something he wanted more than coming in Miles’s mouth.
He grabbed a fistful of Miles’s hair and pulled him off his cock, holding his head tilted back. Miles licked his swollen lips, and it was all he could do not to jerk him up and claim that mouth.
“Get on the bed,” he said through gritted teeth.
Miles was on his feet in less than a second, turning to crawl onto his bed. He lay down on his back, hands bunching up the sheets at his sides as he watched Kaz with lust burning bright in his eyes.
Kaz pulled his cut off, Miles’s gaze tracking his every move.
He laid it down on Emma’s bed, then reached behind his head to pull his shirt off.
Miles’s barely audible gasp as his shirt hit the floor set his blood on fire.
He loved every sound he got out of Miles, every shiver, every moan.
It drove him fucking crazy with that possessive need he’d always struggled to contain when it came to Miles.
He pushed his jeans down and toed them off along with his boots, and then he walked the few steps to the bed and grabbed Miles by the ankles, tugging hard to pull him closer to the edge. Miles made a startled sound, but didn’t fight him, eyes filled with heat as he looked up at Kaz.
He didn’t waste any time ridding Miles of his clothes, and Miles helped him with frantic movements, his hands shaking slightly. To see Miles so desperate for him awakened that possessive part of him, the need to stake his claim rising exponentially.
He let Miles get on his hands and knees and settled behind him, grabbing his ass cheeks to spread them. That ass was fucking glorious and all his .
He put his mouth on Miles, the man’s responding gasp sending thrills through him.
He speared Miles’s hole with his tongue, loving his responding moans as he made a meal out of his ass.
He’d dreamt about having his hands and mouth on Miles every single night since the day he let Miles go, but the reality was so much better than anything he could imagine.
Miles drove his ass back against him, his small gasps and moans driving him crazy with need. His cock was dripping with precome, desperate for some friction, but he ignored it. This was about Miles. About making Miles feel good.
He pressed kisses everywhere he could reach while pushing two fingers inside Miles, who took them greedily, ass clenching tight around them.
He cursed under his breath. He wanted to feel that around his cock. He wanted to sink inside Miles and fuck him until they both forgot everything but each other.
He pumped his fingers in and out of Miles, adding a third just to hear Miles’s whimpered pleas for more. For him.
“Lube,” Miles gasped out, one hand flapping in the air in an attempt to point somewhere.
Miles didn’t have a nightstand, but there was a duffel bag lying on the floor next to the head of the bed.
Kaz pulled out his fingers and moved off the bed, reaching for the bag and upending it, watching as the few things inside fell out across the floor.
He swiped up a tube of lube and poured some onto his fingers, spreading it out to warm it a bit.
He turned back to Miles, his breath catching in his throat at the erotic sight.
Miles had his ass in the air, resting on his knees and forearms, cock hard between his legs.
He put one hand on Miles’s hip and pushed, making him drop to his back with a confused huff. He spread Miles’s legs and settled between them, wet fingers going to his hole while he lowered his head to wrap his lips around Miles’s cock, groaning at the salty taste hitting his tongue.
“Fuck, Kaz,” Miles exclaimed, hands landing on top of his head.
Miles rocked back on his fingers, a slew of curses escaping his lips as he grasped Kaz’s hair, his hold just tight enough to send sparks of lust through him.
He slowed down his movement on Miles’s cock when the man began to get frantic, not wanting him to come yet. He wanted so fucking desperately to be inside him when he came. He wanted to feel that ass clamp around his cock as Miles came all over himself.
He pulled his fingers out of Miles and let his cock drop from between his lips, straightening to look at the man he wanted to fucking worship.
Sweat sheened across Miles’s skin, his blonde hair plastered across his forehead, his muscles rippling as he breathed hard, and a blush crawled across his chest and up his neck. He was gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous.
“What do you want?”
Miles watched him with pure need in his eyes, lips slightly parted as his chest rose and fell more rapidly.
“I want you inside me. I want you to make me yours.”
The desperate need surging through him was dizzying.
He wanted to make Miles his more than he wanted his next breath.
He wanted to put his fucking name on Miles for all to see.
He wanted to see Miles in a cut with Property of Kaz on the back.
He wanted to own every part of Miles the way Miles had always owned every part of him.
“Grab the headboard.”
Miles’s eyes widened, and a soft, “Fuck,” fell from his lips.
Miles licked his lips, the heat in his gaze fucking scorching, and then he turned around, hands finding the top of the iron headboard, leaving Kaz with one hell of a view.
All that creamy skin on display, twin dips right above his gorgeous, round ass.
He slapped it just because he could, and if Miles’s responding moan was any indication, he was more than welcome to do it again.
He reached for the lube, pouring some into his hand to stroke it across his aching cock, not caring that he was being presumptuous.
He moved behind Miles, reaching around him to run his hands up the man’s chest while he pressed his hips against his ass, hard cock sliding between Miles’s cheeks.
“Kaz,” Miles gasped out, his body trembling. “Please.”
“Easy,” he muttered, lining up the head of his cock with Miles’s hole. “Condom?”
He used one earlier and hated it. He didn’t want anything between them. He wanted all of Miles. He wanted to claim every single fucking inch of him.
“Fuck no,” Miles said, shaking his head.
“Thank fuck,” he muttered and pushed forward. He went slowly as he sank inside Miles, biting his lip to stave off a hiss. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, the tight heat shoving him dangerously close to the edge.
He grabbed Miles by the hips, fingers digging in as he pulled Miles back, making him fuck himself on his cock. A deep groan escaped Miles, whose hands were clenched tight on the top of the headboard.
“That’s it. Let me see how much you want my cock.”
He watched his cock sliding in and out of Miles’s tight ass, the sight, the sensations, put his memories and fantasies to shame. Miles had never felt better as he used him to pleasure himself.
Miles moved frantically, chasing that pleasure Kaz felt simmering at the base of his spine, too. But it wasn’t enough, and they both knew it.
“Please,” Miles whispered, his breathing erratic and his body shaking. “Kaz, please.”
He thrust hard into Miles, giving him the claiming he was begging for. The claiming they both needed.
“Fuck, Sweetheart. You feel so fucking good,” he moaned, snapping his hips faster.
He’d only fucked Miles a few times, including Miles’s first time, and every single time, he’d felt the most intense pleasure and need.
Miles drove him into a frenzy. When he was with Miles like this, the storm inside him settled, though another wicked storm always brewed. He doubted Miles would complain.
He wrapped a hand around Miles’s throat, turning his head so he could get to his mouth. Miles groaned, lips parting against Kaz’s. His tongue slipped inside, tangling with Miles’s in a hungry kiss, showing him who he belonged to.
“You’re mine,” he said, a growl deepening his voice.
Miles nodded, his pupils blown wide and his lips parted on gasping breaths.
He slid his hand down Miles’s chest to wrap his fingers around his cock, stroking him with desperate movements as he slammed into him hard and fast.
Miles dropped his head forward, his whole body shuddering as his ass clenched around Kaz’s cock.
Hot come covered his hand as Miles cried out, his name on the man’s lips throwing him straight over the edge.
His orgasm slammed into him, pleasure surging through him and leaving him gasping as he filled Miles with his come, claiming him in a way he’d fantasized about for years.
“Kaz,” Miles whimpered, one hand reaching behind him to grasp Kaz’s hip, keeping him buried inside the man.
He sucked in a breath and, while he fought to calm his pounding heart, he wrapped an arm around Miles’s chest, pulling him upright. Miles whimpered, his head falling back against Kaz’s shoulder. He nuzzled into the crook of Miles’s neck, his words barely audible as he said, “Mine.”
Miles’s responding, “Yours,” had something warm spreading through his chest, a smile tugging at his lips.
He held Miles against him like that until his cock slipped out of the man. He moved back to let Miles lie down and roll onto his back, the dazed look in his beautiful eyes making his inner caveman puff his chest out.
Neither spoke as he dried them off in the nearest piece of clothing he could find, and then he dropped onto the bed next to Miles, gathering the man into his arms. He buried his nose in Miles’s hair, drawing in a breath and grinning because he couldn’t smell anything except sex and their combined smell.
Miles hummed contentedly and burrowed closer.
His heart was still beating fast, but there was a lightness to it he hadn’t experienced in years. He was sure he could guess exactly how many years. Miles was a balm to his wretched soul, even if he also made him lose all control. He didn’t want Miles any other way.