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

“No, not too sore.” Rolling to face his lover, he pressed closer, rubbing his swollen cock against the man’s nude hip. “Come here, you.” Twirling his fingers in Spiro’s hair, he pulled him down until their lips met. “I do love taking care of you.”

Their tongues twisted together, and their lips nipped and nibbled while they rolled across the mattress in a tangle of limbs. Zuriel’s heart raced, beating a quick staccato against his ribs when he found himself atop his lover, straddling Spiro’s narrow hips. Just the brush of the elf’s cock against his crease caused his ass to clench greedily and then loosen in anticipation.

A click of a bottle cap registered somewhere to his left, and Zuriel moaned as two lubed fingers pushed into his hungry hole. It took very little to prepare him after days of marathon sex, and within seconds, Spiro had added a third finger to his snug channel.

Moaning into his lover’s mouth, he rocked his hips, rubbing his hard cock against Spiro’s abs and fucking himself on the man’s fingers. It didn’t matter how many times they’d danced this same dance. He couldn’t get enough of Spiro. His taste, his touch, the sound of his voice—it was like a habit he didn’t want to break, an addiction he didn’t want to cure.

“So eager,” Spiro murmured. “So responsive.”

His digits eased from Zuriel’s hole, but he quickly replaced them with the tip of his cock. His back bowed, arching his hips up from the mattress, and Zuriel’s eyes rolled back in his head when the flared crown popped through his fluttering entrance.

The steel-hard length stretched him open, penetrating his depths until Spiro was seated to the base, his thighs pressing firmly against Zuriel’s backside as he grinded against him. “Ride me, lirimaer. Show me what you can do.”

Their first time together and every time after, he’d always strived to be an active participant. However, he’d never taken the lead role. Oh, he knew what to do, exactly which buttons to push to send his lover flying, but he respected the dynamics of their relationship. Plus, he just felt protected with Spiro surrounding him, felt safe with his mate in control.

If this was what Spiro needed from him, though, he was more than happy to give it. Sitting up straighter, he braced his hands on his lover’s chiseled chest, kneading the muscles with his fingertips as he began a slow grind, a gentle sway of his pelvis.

“Like that,” Spiro encouraged, “just like that.”

He was only getting started, though. Contracting his abs, he clenched his inner walls so that they hugged his mate’s thick cock like a glove as he rolled his hips, rising and falling in waves. There were a thousand and one tricks hidden up his proverbial sleeve, but he felt wrong—dirty—for even thinking of using them.

“Don’t overthink it.” Long fingers caressed the side of his face, and Spiro gave him a penetrating stare. “Forget the past, because it doesn’t matter.”

Zuriel wanted to believe it, but he knew it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. The past did matter, and for as long as he lived he’d never forget it because he refused to be that person anymore. Never again would he let someone use him the way the Trainers had in The Hive.

“No,” Spiro chastised, grabbing Zuriel’s hips and jerking him down as he thrust up into him. “Don’t go back there, baby. Stay with me, right here with me.”

When he didn’t respond right away, Spiro growled and flipped them off the bed, rolling Zuriel beneath him once they were on the floor. “Look at me,” he commanded, gripping a handful of Zuriel’s hair and pulling his head back on his shoulders, giving him no choice but to obey. “I will never hurt you. Now come back to me, Zuri.”

Something snapped inside him, wiping away his unpleasant thoughts, and Zuriel echoed his lover’s growl, lunging up to wrap himself around his mate. “Right here,” he agreed. Looping one leg around Spiro’s knee, he jerked hard, using all of his strength to flip the man beneath him once more. “Hold on tight, handsome.” Without dislodging his partner, he spun around in Spiro’s lap, bent backward, and curled his arms around his mate’s neck, jerking him into a sitting position. “On your knees.”

Sticking to Spiro like a magnet, he managed to contort his body, holding his mate’s cock trapped within his channel until they were both kneeling beside the bed. Spiro wasted no time setting a hard and demanding pace, just like Zuriel liked.

The harder his hips snapped, the deeper he drove into Zuriel’s channel, but it still wasn’t enough. Straightening one leg, he stretched it back between Spiro’s legs and practically bent himself like a pretzel. The new position changed the angle, and every feral plunge tapped against his prostate.

It also provided him with easy access to his mate’s tight sac. Holding himself steady with one hand, he reached the other beneath him, stretching himself even farther thanks to his enhanced engineering as a Desirable. He fondled Spiro’s balls, rolling the heavy orbs between his fingers and praying that he could stave off his orgasm for just a little longer.

Spiro’s throbbing cock filled him so completely, leaving no inch of his channel untouched. His own dick bounced between his thighs, pulsing and aching until he feared it would snap off at the base. His ass clenched, his stomach cramped, and his quiet moans grew to loud cries of ecstasy.

His partner’s fingers dug into the flesh around his waist while the other hand held his shoulder in a bruising grip, pulling him down on Spiro’s cock with every bone-jarring thrust. “Please! Fuck, I’m not going to last.”

Beads of sweat rolled down his spine, and his head began to spin as he shook and moaned, trying desperately to hold back his climax. Proving he was ever the gentleman, however, Spiro sat back on his heels, yanked Zuriel into his lap, and