“Do you like that, Miki love?” Kane bent over and whispered hot into Miki’s ear. “Do you like the feel of me with you in there?”
Miki could only whimper because Kane’s fingers dove in deeper, the flat of the man’s palm curved up into his cleft. He couldn’t move his hand—hell, he couldn’t move any part of his body even if he wanted to. Kane kept him pinned in place, working him carefully apart, and just when Miki didn’t think he could take any more, Kane pulled free, taking Miki’s fingers with him and leaving Miki gasping from the emptiness inside of him.
“Put your hands on the bed, love,” Kane rumbled. “And hold on, Mick, because I want you to be feeling this one days from now.”
The air was fragrant with musk and beeswax, a combination Miki’d never imagined he’d equate with sex. Now he didn’t think he’d be able to walk past a candle without thinking of the heft of Kane’s fingers in him. Hunched over, Miki grunted in surprise when Kane dripped a thread of cold lube down his ass crack and smeared it around his hole. Then the blunt end of Kane’s cock tapped at his rim, playing at the slickened opening.
“Put it in me, Kane,” Miki heard himself beg. “Fucking hell.”
A few years ago, if someone dared to suggest he’d be begging a man to fuck him, Miki would have told the guy to go to hell. Blow jobs were one thing, but splayed out on a bed, vulnerable and open, was not a position Miki St. John had any intention of putting himself in. To give himself over to another man—knowingly opening his ass so another could take him—was beyond belief. Now Vega and Shing were a distant murmuring—more about the domination and humiliation of his spirit than sex. With Kane, it was all different.
With Kane—sex wasn’t just about their bodies. It was about them touching and sharing pleasure. Of murmuring stupid things in the shadows and laughing when they splattered one another with their release.
More importantly, it was about lying together in bed, nose to nose, and whispering about how much they loved one another and how fucking thankful they were to have each other.
The whispering, however, could wait. Now Miki just wanted Kane to fuck him until he couldn’t hold himself up anymore.
And from the stab of Kane’s cock at his hole, Miki guessed his lover had the same kind of thing in mind.
He rolled his shoulders, biting his lip when a drop of freezing lube rolled over his balls. The nip of cold distracted him, a moment where he didn’t think about Kane’s intrusion. Then suddenly everything else in the world faded when Kane’s hot length pushed into him.
“Fuuuuuck….” Miki ground the word out, breathless through the burn.
Kane seated himself quickly, gripping Miki’s hips. Unable to hold himself up, Miki fell forward, his shoulders slamming into the bed. The tumble cocked his ass up, parting his crack even farther, and Kane took advantage of the ease, pushing in even more.
He tried to grab at the sheets, but they slid about the bed, nearly as slick as his own ass. Snagging a corner of the duvet, Miki worked his fingers into its softness just as Kane began to move back, sliding his cock out nearly past Miki’s rim.
“Do you want this, love?” Kane rolled his hips, edging his cock around Miki’s hole. If anything, the motion strained Miki’s rim, his skin tight along Kane’s ridged head. The man’s hands roamed up from his hips and over Miki’s back, exploring every taut muscle. “Just tell me you want me, Mick, and I’ll go right back in.”
“Not a radio show, Kane. Less talk. More fucking.” He growled when his lover laughed at him. “Still not with the fucking.”
“God, I love you, Mick.” The man leaned over, kissing between Miki’s shoulder blades.
There was no more talking. Nothing that formed actual words, although Miki might have said fuck a few times. Kane began his descent into Miki’s body, and Miki lost everything he’d had on his mind.
Other than to snap his hips back onto Kane’s cock as often and as hard as he could.
There definitely wasn’t enough lube. Either that or his body said fuck it and sloughed it away, because Miki felt every centimeter of Kane’s stretch. The first draw back was nothing compared to the plunge. Then the action picked up, and Miki began to fly.
He had to close his eyes, immersing himself in the experience. The tug of Kane’s fingers in his hair and the bruising grip of the man’s other hand on the small of his back as Kane held him in place. His mind rippled with the contrasting sensations of his lover’s body on and in him, from the crinkle of Kane’s hair against the curve of his ass to the scrape of his cop’s blunt nails over his spine. The scorching heat of his skin being raked echoed the sear of Kane’s cock driving into him, and Miki cried out, needing more.