Page 62 of Master Wolf
Lindsay leaned slowly forward, settling his hands on the high chairback behind Drew’s head, his face hovering over Drew’s.
Drew opened his mouth to say something—he wasn’t sure what—but the words stuck in his throat. They were so close now, gazes locked. Longing and yearning and lust surged between them, and then Lindsay leaned down, capturing Drew’s mouth in a kiss that was immediately hot and desperate. And all Drew could think was,How did I go so long without this?
Lindsay tasted of the candied quince and Marsala wine they’d had at the end of the meal. Sweet and heady. Drew clutched at him, kissing him back, his cock iron-hard in his breeches and his heart beating wildly.
Tearing his mouth from Drew’s, Lindsay gasped, “Come to bed. Fuck me, Drew.”
For an instant, it crossed Drew’s mind that this was a terrible idea, but when he opened his mouth, the words that came out were, “Not here. Let’s go to my bedchamber.”
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“How do you want me?”Lindsay breathed.
“Naked would be a start.”
Lindsay’s groan of agreement sounded almost painful. He reached for the buttons on his waistcoat.
Soon they were working together, removing Lindsay’s clothes, discarding layer after layer of fabric till Lindsay was down to his drawers, and then to nothing at all. And God but he was beautiful. Entirely unchanged in the all the years since Drew had first seen him like this. Moon-pale skin stretched over a lean frame, taut with well-honed muscle. Long dark hair, tumbling over his shoulders.
Dark, gleaming eyes.
Their gazes met and held. Lindsay said huskily. “What now?”
“Let me touch you,” Drew whispered, muscling closer, so that his clothed body brushed Lindsay’s naked one.
Lindsay swallowed visibly, saying nothing. Their eyes were fixed on each other’s faces. Drew couldn’t have looked away if his life depended on it.
Slowly, reverently, he set his hands on Lindsay’s hips then slowly slid them up, skating over waist and ribs and moving up. His thumbs met at Lindsay’s sternum before he spread his hands wide again, fingers brushing Lindsay’s sensitive nipples, then curving over his shoulders and down his back. A long, slow, sweeping caress that he repeated twice more, each time pulling Lindsay a little closer until his mouth was nuzzling Lindsay’s throat and every part of his own body touched part of Lindsay’s.
He stopped moving then, holding Lindsay close, never wanting to let him go.
Lindsay’s scent was at its most heady in that delicious space between his throat and his shoulder, and Drew nestled his nose into that space, breathing in deeply. God, that scent. Fresh rainwater and sweet earth.
No one else in all the world smelled like Lindsay.
“I want you to fuck me,” Lindsay breathed.
“Yes,” Drew replied. He wanted to do everything to Lindsay. And he also wanted to simply stand here, holding Lindsay in his arms forever.
His heart was a swollen thing in his chest, hot and heavy, and perhaps bleeding. It felt too full. He didn’t trust himself not to say something very, very foolish, so he did the only thing he could think of to stop himself, dropping to his knees in a single fluid motion and swallowing Lindsay’s flushed, hard cock.
“Christ!” Lindsay gasped, rolling his hips.
Lindsay’s prick was blood-warm and sex-scented and Drew moaned around it, loving the warmth and the girth and the heavy feeling of it on his tongue and in his throat. Loving the scent and taste of it, the rude prod of it at the back of his throat as Lindsay helplessly rocked into him, gasping his name.
After another minute of blissful sucking, Drew pulled off, standing and setting one firm hand on Lindsay’s chest, walking him backwards till his thighs met the end of the bed.
Understanding, Lindsay sat on the mattress, watching, dazed and flushed as Drew dropped to his haunches and pressed Lindsay’s thighs wide. For a moment Drew just stared at him, drinking in the sight of the smooth thighs, the dark nest of pubic hair and the hard prick, bobbing over a set of balls drawn tight and high.
Drew turned his head and pressed a soft, adoring kiss to Lindsay’s inner thigh, where his intoxicating scent was strong. Then, inhaling deeply, Drew kissed his way inwards to Lindsay’s balls, mapping his body with tiny kisses as he pleasurably rediscovered its secrets.
Lindsay’s groan, when Drew finally laved his scrotum, was broken and helpless.
“Drew—” he gasped. “God.”
Drew’s tongue skimmed over velvet-soft skin, coarse hairs, intriguing seams and wrinkles, exploring and adoring, laving the tender purse wetly until Lindsay’s fingers tangled in his hair and he was whimpering.
It wasn’t enough. He wanted to devour Lindsay whole and leave him wrecked from pleasure. Drew continued licking, but this time he started lower, his tongue trailing over the sensitive patch of skin between anus and balls before sliding up over his scrotum. With each long, wet pass, he began lower still, till his tongue was first lightly grazing, then circling, then probing Lindsay’s hole, and Lindsay was coming apart beneath him.