Magpie (25 page)

The magpie looked so sad. Everet’s stomach clenched. A ferocious need to make his submissive happy wiped every other thought from his head. Twisting a little farther, Everet brushed their lips together. “You did a fantastic job. Thank you.”

He tried to catch Kane’s gaze, but the magpie quickly looked away, as if afraid of what Everet might see in his eyes.

“Are you ready for your blowjob now?” Kane asked.

Everet had been ready to see Kane’s lips wrapped around his cock since the first moment he’d recovered his health. He’d wanted Kane on his knees in front of him for so long, Everet wouldn’t have been able to remember a time before that, even if he’d been inclined to try.

“Yes,” he said, softly, as if it was a secret that only Kane would ever hear. “Very ready.”

Lifting one hand, he trailed his fingertip across Kane’s lips. They instantly parted as Kane offered his mouth to his finger.

Everet swallowed rapidly in an effort to gain some patience, but he couldn’t bring himself to delay the forthcoming blowjob by messing around with his fingers. He dropped his hand back to his side.

Kane chuckled, but for once he didn’t seem to be interested in playing the brat. Everet had never been more relieved in his life. He remained perfectly still on the edge of the bed as Kane moved around him.

He seemed about to drop to his knees, when he stopped short.

Everet held his breath.

Grabbing a pillow off the top of the bed, Kane dropped it on the floor at Everet’s feet before lowering himself gracefully down onto it.

Everet remembered how to breathe out. Gradually releasing his grip on the edge of the mattress, he reached for his fly.

His whip marks didn’t object too badly to that kind of movement, but Kane put his hand over Everet’s fingers, stopping him short before he had a chance to pull down the zipper.

Their eyes met. They both froze in place.

Chapter Ten

“Let me?” Kane asked.

Everet didn’t seem inclined to grant his request. The silence stretched out, so thin and taut that it could have been used as a trampoline.

“I’m not trying to take control,” Kane said, when the hush became too much for him to bear. “I just—”
I just wanted to do this for you.
Kane mentally cursed himself but the words wouldn’t rise to his lips. There was no way for him to explain the desperate need that burned deep down in the pit of his stomach.

He had to do this, for Everet, for himself, for…he didn’t really know, he just had to.

Everet stroked Kane’s cheek and returned his hand to the edge of the mattress without saying it was a bad idea, without making any comment at all.

Kane grinned as if he’d been given a precious gift—something made from a metal that sparkled and shone whenever it caught the light. He reached for Everet’s fly and carefully drew it down. He still didn’t have enough room to work. There was too much fabric in the way. He tugged at Everet’s jeans but he couldn’t get them down without the raven’s cooperation. He looked up.

Everet didn’t make him ask. Resting a hand on Kane’s shoulders, he stood up. No wince, no intake of breath. Kane mentally added a tub of whatever that cream was onto his “must get—now!” list.

Kane quickly pulled the denim all the way down to Everet’s ankles, letting him resume his place on the edge of the bed.

Everet was already more than a little hard. Kane smiled as he wrapped his fingers around the long, thick shaft. God, but he was gorgeous—and Kane had seen enough, had gone down on enough cocks, to know what he was talking about.

He stroked Everet firmly, coaxing him to grow harder still under his watchful eye. The foreskin slid back, exposing the glans as he worked, tempting Kane and making him abandon all thought of waiting and trying to make the game last.

Dipping his head, he wrapped his lips around the tip. Stilling his hand, he circled the head with his tongue before sucking to create a snug little vacuum. Everet gasped.

Kane looked up through his lashes.

For the first time since Everet had finally allowed them to start playing together, Kane wasn’t so distracted by his own need to come to pay proper attention to his lover and ensure the other man had a bloody wonderful time.

If he pleased Everet then…

Kane hesitated—not physically—his tongue continued to play around Everet’s cock with the ease and confidence that came from long hours practicing and an almost endless list of former partners. No, Kane’s hesitation was all mental.

If he pleased Everet then…

Part of him wanted to finish the thought with the possibility that Everet might let him get high, or Everet might give him something bright and shiny to keep all to himself. Neither idea formed the right shape inside his head. Everet wouldn’t change a damn thing just because he proved he gave really good head.

Kane frowned slightly, staring down at the base of Everet’s cock as he dipped his head and took a little more of Everet’s shaft into his mouth.

If he pleased Everet then…then Everet might be pleased with him?

Kane whimpered and bobbed his head down even farther as he realized that he’d been wrong—not about if he should give Everet head, he still knew this was the perfect way to cheer up almost any man. But he’d been wrong about something else that was also very pertinent to that moment.

Damn it, but he was just as distracted by his own needs and desires as he’d ever been. The only difference now, was that he was concerned with how happy he’d be if Everet was pleased with him rather than how good his own orgasm might feel when he eventually got to come.

It was no good. Magpies obviously weren’t cut out to think and fool around at the same time. Another dip of the head. Kane pushed all the complicated, confusing things aside and concentrated on what he didn’t require even a single brain cell to understand.

Everet’s cock was delicious.

Yes, that was a straightforward and increasingly firm point of fact he could focus on.

Kane stroked the satiny soft skin and let his eyes drop closed. The taste wasn’t the only wonderful thing about sucking off Everet. The sensation of his mouth being filled again and again sent a shiver rushing down Kane’s spine—straight to his balls.

The texture of Everet’s shaft as it rubbed against his lips, the scent of Everet’s pleasure, the flavor of his pre-cum as it leaked onto his tongue—everything combined inside Kane, making his cock harden and his head spin.

A touch to the back of Kane’s head made him open his eyes and look up. Everet stroked his fingers through Kane’s hair, his touch firm, but still strangely gentle.

Kane stilled, waiting for Everet’s grip to tighten around the longest strands of hair he could find, so he’d be able to take control over him. He waited for Everet to force his head down until his shaft pushed into the topmost section of his throat and choked him. He waited for Everet’s hips to thrust forward and for the other man to start screwing his mouth in earnest.

“That’s good, Kane.”

That was it. Everet stroked his hair again before stilling his hand near the nape of his neck. He smiled. Apparently, he had nothing else to say. He was once more content to let Kane get on with it.

Kane swallowed in confusion.

“Feels great,” Everet murmured.

Frowning, Kane dropped his gaze down to Everet’s cock. While he still held the tip between his lips, the angle made it impossible to see most of the shaft, but that wasn’t the point. It didn’t matter what he stared at, as long as he managed to avoid Everet’s gaze.

He tried to dip his head but, all at once, it was impossible. Everet’s thumb pressed firmly against Kane’s forehead, just where his skin creased in confusion.

Kane stubbornly kept his gaze down, focusing on the dark, wiry hairs that grew around the base of Everet’s cock as if they were the most interesting things he’d ever seen in his life.

“If you need to stop, you can,” Everet said.

Kane jerked his gaze up.

Everet sounded so understanding, as if he really wouldn’t mind if Kane quit in the middle of it. Except, his eyes made it very clear that he would mind—he’d mind
a lot
. He was just being a nice guy.

Kane made a distinctly unimpressed noise in the back of his throat. It would serve Everet right if he did stop, after he scared him that way, making him think that he did such a bad job of sucking him off that he couldn’t care less if Kane bothered finishing what he’d started. Reaching up with his free hand, Kane took hold of Everet’s wrist and pointedly moved the other man’s hand out of his way.

Everet didn’t protest. He allowed Kane to resume bobbing his head at whatever pace he liked. That suited Kane just fine.

It had been a long time since he’d been able to simply concentrate on the pleasure of going down on another man rather than how best to manipulate the situation. He’d enjoy the end result too, and nothing would stop him.

Curling his tongue and caressing the bottom of the shaft each time he lifted his head, Kane descended more quickly, taking Everet all the way to the base. No more teasing. It was time to bring out his A-game and show Everet just what he’d been missing out on during all those years before they'd met. He’d make sure that Everet knew he’d never be able to find another lover that could make him come as hard as he could.

Kane had to make himself indispensible to the raven’s future happiness. He whimpered at the thought. As if reading the idea right out of his head, Everet moaned his approval, too. He stroked Kane’s hair again. His hips thrust forward, the tiny movement of a guy who’d been driven too close to the edge and was no longer able to stay still, no matter how hard he tried.

“That’s right,” Everet ground out, his voice deep and rich with lust.

Yes. It did feel as if everything was right in Kane’s world. He settled a hand high up on Everet’s leg, but he didn’t attempt to control the raven’s movements. He just wanted the pleasure of feeling Everet’s skin under his hand.

The other man’s muscles bunched and twitched beneath his palm. Kane whimpered, loving both the strength he felt in Everet, the control he sensed him practicing. No other man that strong had ever shown any sort of inclination to control his strength around Kane.

Magpies were for using hard and rough. Gentleness was for other people. Self-restraint was for lovers who weren’t paid by the number of orgasms they induced.

Everet slid his hand down onto Kane’s shoulder. He gasped. His head dropped back. It was enough of a warning for Kane to know what was about to happen in plenty of time to move away. Stilling, he held his tongue in front of the very tip of Everet’s cock instead. He caught the other man’s semen on his tastebuds as he came.

The raven didn’t make a single sound as his hips bucked. He didn’t even appear to breathe. Head back and staring up toward the ceiling, he just spilled his cum over Kane’s tongue in long, creamy ropes.

Kane had to swallow as fast as he could to keep up. Then, as suddenly as it had struck Everet, the other man’s orgasm ended. The only thing left in the world to prove that Everet had ever reached his orgasm was the taste in Kane’s mouth and the tightness of Everet’s grip on his shoulder.

Even when he’d first stepped away from the whipping post, Everet hadn’t needed Kane to stabilize him this much. He had to be really dizzy with pleasure. Yes, Kane liked that idea. He smiled to himself as he sucked almost tenderly around the raven’s softening shaft.

A far less attractive thought revolved around the fact that, at some point, he’d have to pull away and separate them. Kane didn’t like that prospect at all. He’d have much preferred to stay right where he was for the rest of the night, maybe even for the rest of his life.