Jaded [The Moonlight Breed 9] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Gabrielle Evans (good novels to read TXT) 📗

he were a lesser man, the reassurance might have irked his pride. True, it had been nearly a decade since he’d taken someone to his bed, but he was no inexperienced virgin. Secure in his sexual prowess, however, he took Zuriel’s words in stride and silently promised to rise above the man’s expectations.

Their mouths met and their tongues tangled, sliding together in languid, sensual movements. Without breaking the kiss, he lowered Zuriel to the floor and walked him backward until they stood directly at the foot of the bed. Taking his time, he carefully removed his mate’s clothing piece by piece, exploring every inch of skin as it was revealed.

From the tips of his golden locks, to the soles of his feet, Zuriel was breathtaking. Creamy skin stretched taut over lean muscles, silky to the touch as it quivered beneath Spiro’s palms. When he’d finished unwrapping his prize, he urged Zuriel onto the mattress, stretching him out over the dark purple comforter.

The natural highlights in his hair gleamed in the waning afternoon sunlight that trickled in through the part in the curtains, contrasting beautifully with the shadowy fabric beneath him. Though his cock ached, straining against his zipper in a valiant attempt at freedom, Spiro continued his cautious pace, determined to treat Zuriel with care and respect.

It was becoming increasingly clear, however, that Zuriel had never experienced the type of intimacy Spiro was trying to give him. He squirmed impatiently, reaching for Spiro several times and growling in frustration when his attempts to speed things along were ignored.

“You are ever impatient, lirimaer. Relax and let me take care of you.”

“How am I supposed to relax when my dick is so hard it’s going to fall off?” Zuriel growled again and thrust his hips up, rubbing his swollen length against Spiro’s abs. “Just lube up and fuck me. You don’t even have to stretch me first. I’m used to it.”

Rage simmered in his gut, but he kept his expression neutral, reminding himself that Zuriel had been conditioned to think that way, and it wasn’t his fault. Sucking in a deep breath through his nose, he stilled his wandering hands and allowed his mate’s scent to calm him. “There’s lube in the drawer of the nightstand.” Ten years of celibacy had made him very familiar with his own hand.

“Oh, thank fuck,” Zuriel groaned as he rolled to his stomach and dove for the small table beside the bed.

While he rummaged around for the small plastic bottle, Spiro stood, undressing quickly as he watched Zuriel’s wiggling ass in appreciation. Gods, it really was a great ass—small, round, and firm with a single freckle just above the swell of his left cheek. Spinning around before he pounced on his mate like a wild animal, Spiro finished undressing, keeping his back to the bed until he’d dropped the last stitch of clothing to the floor.

Apparently, Zuriel had wasted no time procuring the lube and coating his fingers with the slick gel. Spiro nearly came right there in his hand when he turned back to find his mate sprawled in the center of the mattress with his knees pulled to his chest and two fingers pumping into his clenching hole.

The pink starburst stretched tight around his digits, sucking them in deeper. His free hand wrapped around his weeping cock, stroking temptingly while his skin flushed with arousal. Both hands paused in their tasks when Zuriel blinked open his eyes to find him watching.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I just didn’t want to be sore on the plane tomorrow.”

He released his engorged erection and began easing his fingers from his entrance, but Spiro held a hand up and advanced toward the bed. “Don’t stop.” He’d every intention of stretching Zuriel himself, but he’d be a fool to pass on this.

The ambiguity vanished from Zuriel’s expression, replaced by a sly, knowing smirk. “You want to watch.”

Oh, he planned to do much more than watch, but it was a good place to start. “Touch yourself.” Kneeling at the foot of the mattress, Spiro skimmed his hands up the insides of Zuriel’s thighs, chuckling when the action pulled a sexy little shiver from his mate.

“Feels good.”

Spiro caressed the taut muscles of Zuriel’s entrance, coating his finger with the excess lube. “Faster,” he coached, watching Zuriel’s hand fly over his cock from root to tip. When his partner was moaning, writhing, and shaking, rolling from side to side with need, Spiro pushed a single digit into his channel alongside the other fingers.

Spiro moaned at the slick heat, and Zuriel’s hips arched up off the mattress as he cried out to the ceiling. “Please!”

His own cock rested heavily against his thigh, the swollen length throbbing angrily with his rapid pulse, but Spiro wouldn’t be rushed. He’d waited a long damn time to share this experience with someone he actually cared about, and he planned to savor it.

“Keep going,” he ordered, turning his wrist and pumping in tandem to Zuriel’s fingers.

“I can’t,” Zuriel whined. “Please, Spiro!”

“Then come. I’m not stopping you.”

“No.” He shook his head firmly, rolling it against the pillow. “Not without you.”

“Shh, easy, Zuri.” There was a note of desperation to Zuriel’s voice that Spiro couldn’t ignore. “Okay, okay.”

He eased his finger from Zuriel’s entrance and reached for the lube where it had been discarded near the corner of the bed. In turn, Zuriel flipped over to his stomach so fast that Spiro nearly missed the movement. Then he tucked his knees under him and pushed his ass into the air, displaying the rounded globes to perfection.

“What are you doing?”

“What?” Zuriel asked, lifting his head to peek over his shoulder. “I thought you wanted…”

He wanted, but not like this. “Roll over, baby.”

“But.” His eyebrows drew together, and the look of anxiety from earlier returned. “I don’t understand. Isn’t this what you want?”

Placing a hand on his mate’s hip, Spiro urged him to his back and crawled up his body until they were eye to eye. “I want to see you. This first time,