Men of London 02 - Sight and Sinners (20 page)

While in Lithuania, he’d been to a couple of secret gay bars frequented by people in the know, and been hit on by numerous men, but he’d not taken one of them up on their offers. For some frustrating reason, he’d thought of Taylor every time a man’s fingers had brushed his crotch, or squeezed his arse, or as one man had done, stuck his tongue in his ear as if giving him an aural clean.

He had gone back to his hotel room horny and frustrated and jacked off to the memory of Taylor riding his cock like a beautiful wild horse, all sleek skin and lithe muscle. That alone had been the extent of his sexual endeavours in the past week. Now the man in his fantasies regarded him with liquid brown eyes as his hands idly stroked the silky edges of the shirt lying across his chest. Every so often they’d pause and dwell on the caramel-coloured skin beneath, as Taylor’s delicate finger tips caressed his own flesh and Draven’s eyes were drawn to those movements like a starving dog to a meaty bone.

He finally managed to pull his eyes away to look up and saw Taylor staring at him in amusement, his eyes darkened. He licked his lips, pink tongue wetting full, luscious lips, another gesture that sent Draven’s cock into a tail spin. There was no mistaking the look of avarice in Taylor’s eyes or the intent in the movements he made.

The little bastard is doing it deliberately. He’s trying to drive me fucking crazy.

Draven admitted it was working.

“So, your little trip to Lithuania. Did it all go well?” Taylor smiled at the waitress placing his beer on the table and she grinned at him as she gave Draven his whisky. Taylor picked up the bottle, wrapping lips around the top, lime and all, and then with his tongue, he pushed the lime deeply into the bottle. Draven had never seen that particular trick performed before but the thought of that lucky bottleneck enjoying that gifted tongue in Taylor’s mouth was making his groin ache. Taylor lifted the bottle, exposing the smooth column of his throat and the Adam’s apple that bobbed as he drank down his first taste of beer. He made a small noise of contentment, similar to the one Draven had heard before when he was fucking him, and he leaned back in his chair, trying to get more comfortable. He took a slug of his drink and was not surprised to see he’d drank nearly half of it when he put the drink down. Taylor’s eyes glinted when he saw what was left and he lowered his bottle with a satisfied sigh.

“Nothing like the first beer of the day,” he murmured. “
You
must have been thirsty.” He waved at the whisky. “Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, your business trip. Meet anyone special out there?”

“No,” Draven rumbled. “It wasn’t that sort of trip. Purely business.”

Taylor raised an eyebrow. “I thought you had a habit of mixing business with pleasure?”

Draven’s face tightened. “It was just business. Are you going to bust my chops all night or are we going to enjoy dinner like two normal people without the sarcasm and jibes?”

Taylor opened his mouth to answer but a tornado chose that moment to approach their table and attack Draven’s dinner date. Eddie Tripp beamed as he dragged Taylor to his feet and enveloped him in a lanky-armed bear hug. A noisy, smacking kiss was delivered to Taylor’s lips, a kiss that left what looked like traces of flour on Taylor’s mouth.

“Tay, you’re looking good, my friend. Oops, sorry, got some stuff on your face.” Eddie licked his fingers and wiped the offending smear from Taylor’s mouth. “There, got it. So how have you been?”

He turned to look at Draven and tough as he was, the malevolent stare focused on him turned Draven’s blood to ice. Eddie looked like Maleficent, albeit with red hair and green piercing eyes.

“I see you two are still together then. The rumour mill is right for once.” He turned around and his fingers poked Draven in the chest. “I hope you’re treating him right because you know if you don’t, I’m coming after you.”

Draven was speechless.

How the hell does Gideon sleep at night with this feisty virago in his bed? He must have one eye open when he does.

Taylor was laughing quietly. “Eddie, baby, it’s fine, honest. Draven and I are here having dinner, that’s all. No need to get all snarky with him.”

Draven knew Eddie wasn’t too fond of him after the incident in which he’d made Taylor pass out in the restaurant, but he thought he’d have gotten over it by now. He was glad Taylor was defending him though.

“Hmm.” Eddie didn’t look convinced. “Is he treating you okay, though, is what I want to know.”

Taylor looked at Draven. “I’m not sure yet. It’s still under advisement.”

He shrugged and Draven felt a prickle of unease that he wasn’t out of the woods yet. He watched mesmerised as Taylor’s lips once again ran around the rim of his bottle and he looked at Draven from eyes that definitely promised…something. Draven wasn’t quite sure what it was.

“Well, you know where to find me if you need back-up,” Eddie muttered. He made to move away then turned around again and Draven saw the evil glint in his green eyes. “Oh, by the way, did Markie call you? You know, that guy we met in the bar the other night that you gave your number to?”

Draven’s chest tightened. It was difficult to act nonchalant when the slow burn of jealousy inflamed him. He pressed his lips together, waiting to see what Taylor’s reply was.

Taylor nodded. “Yeah, he did, the next day. He asked me to go with him to the Nickelback concert next week.” He set his drink down idly, tracing a pattern on the frosty outside of the bottle. Draven saw it looked like a set of balls and a penis. He glared at Taylor whose lips held the trace of a slow smile as his eyes focused on his circling finger.

“And?” Eddie demanded impatiently. “Christ, it’s like pulling teeth with you.”

“I told him it depends.” Taylor’s eyes lifted to meet Draven’s and he was under no illusions that it depended on him and what would happen next. Whether things got better and Taylor forgave him for his outburst.

Eddie snorted. “Good. It always helps to keep your options open.” He cast a fiery glance at Draven, who stared back. “Anyway, let me go before the boss fires my arse.” He grinned and Draven couldn’t help noticing that it really was a rather attractive one, making the man seem much more approachable. “Then I’d have to convince him to give my job back somehow.”

“I doubt you’d have any problem convincing ‘the boss’ to take you back,” Taylor remarked with a laugh.

Eddie chuckled. “Probably not. Have a good evening, Tay. I’ll call you tomorrow.” He gave his friend’s shoulder a tight squeeze with an evil glare in Draven’s direction and a warning to “treat Taylor like something precious” or he’d kick his arse. He narrowly avoided knocking into a waiter passing by with a plate full of food. Taylor sniggered and stared after him fondly.

“He’s really protective of you, isn’t he?” Draven said softly. “It doesn’t bode well for me if I put a foot wrong, but I’m glad someone has your back.” He desperately wanted to ask Taylor if he intended going to the Nickelback concert with Markie but didn’t want to come across too desperate. He’d try another tactic.

“So you like Nickelback then? I didn’t know that. I enjoy their music as well. Chad Kroeger is pretty much a genius.”

Taylor nodded. Draven couldn’t help thinking he looked rather amused.

“Yes, I love their music. Rock and roll and all that angst-fuelled testosterone in the music. It’s just good, dirty fun to listen to. Maybe we should take in a concert together sometime.”

Draven couldn’t help himself. “Yeah? So you don’t want to go with that other guy then?”

Taylor laughed softly and the sound sent chills down Draven’s back and made his cock push against his trousers.

“No, Dray, I don’t want to go with Markie. I’d rather go with you.”

Those words gave Draven hope that things were about to take a turn for the better.

He was still feeling that warm glow of hope when they got back to Draven’s house after a very innuendo-laden and hasty dinner and Taylor began ripping his clothes off the moment the door shut behind them. Draven took that as a sign that he’d been forgiven, which had been hinted at earlier with the constant teasing activity in the restaurant as Taylor made love with his mouth to some sort of chocolate dessert and his toes had kept creeping up to rub Draven’s balls under the table. He’d also not wanted to spoil Taylor’s unexpected good mood by telling him the latest news on Drew’s death. Having his balls rubbed was a far better plan.

Draven was happy to oblige now in getting his kit off but he was determined that there was only one way this evening was going to go down. Once they were both naked, he took charge and heaved a protesting, but chuckling Taylor onto his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, and stalked into the bedroom. Taylor was thrown onto the bed as Draven followed him, crawling toward him on hands and knees like a hunting leopard.

He lowered his body on top of the struggling Taylor, pinning his hands above his head with one strong hand, and grinding his ready cock against Taylor’s own hardness. The struggling ceased and instead, a whimper of need escaped the man pinioned beneath him.

“God, Draven, you feel so good,” Taylor gasped, his voice husky. “Please, it’s been too long. I need to feel you in me.”

Draven laughed sharply, but he also felt the overwhelming desire to plunge his very needy cock into the hot, slick depths of his lover.

“You have been a cock tease all night and now it’s my turn,” he growled. “Licking your lips and touching yourself, and those damn toes of yours are about to get what they deserve.”

His mouth found Taylor’s, ravenous and greedy, and Draven got lost in the movement of Taylor’s lips on his and the slick tongue that delved into the deepest recesses of Draven’s willing mouth. Cocks rubbed together, legs twined like vines, as both men tried hard to absorb each other, feel each other and taste each other. Finally Draven lifted glazed eyes to gaze down into Taylor’s, eyes blown and wide, lips swollen and wet from kisses.

“Keep your hands above your head,” he demanded as he slowly worked his way down Taylor’s body, worshipping the wriggling, panting man under his control. “You don’t touch yourself or anything else. You’re mine to do with what I want.”

“But I need…” Taylor whined as his hands fisted the pillows and his hips arched up toward Draven’s heated body. Draven bit the skin of his hip, the soft, smooth flesh like that of a ripe peach beneath his teeth. Taylor cried out sharply, his body bucking and Draven bit him again, softer this time, then licked the skin languorously.

“Behave,” he said hoarsely, his own prick so hard that his groin was ready to blow. “I’m running the show. Lie back and enjoy.”

Taylor moaned and the sound went straight to Draven’s dick. He moved down the warm, spicy-scented skin, licking, nibbling, biting, loving the mewls and soft sobs as Taylor writhed on the bed. Finally he got where he wanted to be. He rubbed his stubbled cheek against a hardened, wet prick then licked the tip of it, rolling his tongue around the glans and finding that little hidden spot beneath.

“Oh God, Dray,” Taylor said brokenly, “please, please. I need to come. Want you inside me.”

Draven ignored him and instead, lifted Taylor’s legs up toward his chest. He lost his breath at the sight of Taylor’s dusky pucker, all ready for him, inviting him in. He reached up and spat on his fingers, then slowly rubbed that little hole and saw Taylor fall apart. His legs tensed, his hands forgetting they were supposed to be above his head and he tried to grab his already slippery cock. His groans were enough to make Draven erupt. He grasped the base of his prick desperately, willing it to last, then bent over Taylor, almost folding him in half. He put his hands back where they were supposed to be. “If you want me to fuck you,” Draven whispered, “you’ll know what’s good for you. Don’t move your hands again.”

Taylor nodded, his eyes wild, his chest heaving and Draven gave him a deep, dirty kiss then went back to his teasing. Slowly, deliberately, he took Taylor’s foot in his hand and sucked his toes into his mouth. He had no idea whether this was one of Taylor’s erogenous zones but he wanted to find out. He wasn’t disappointed. Taylor let out a howl at the first heavy suck of his toes, as Draven pulled them into his mouth, licking the firm flesh and sucking them with relish. They tasted earthy, spicy and uniquely Taylor. His fingers massaged the balls of Taylor’s feet as he sucked and then he did the same to the other one. He thought with a sense of triumph that Taylor definitely had a thing for having his feet touched.

“Draven, oh fuck, Dray. Please, I need you to stop that, need you to fuck me. I’m begging you, please.”

Draven didn’t think he could last much longer himself. He reached for the lube and condom on the bedside table and in one of the quickest moves he’d ever made, the lube-covered condom was sheathing his cock and Taylor’s hole was wet and slick as Draven rolled his fingers around that sensitive and pulsing area. Taylor was gripping the pillow above his head, eyes dark and wide, mouth pleading with Draven to hurry up.

“This isn’t going to be one of those easy, tender, times, Tay,” Draven warned as he pushed into Taylor. “This is going to be a rough ride. I need you too much. So damn much…”

He grunted as he filled the condom and Taylor, sinking into that little bit of heaven as if he belonged there. Taylor cried out, his muscles clenching around Draven as they found their rhythm and in between messy, sloppy kisses and murmured endearments, both men worked together as one.