Whiskey and Wry (Sinners Series) (25 page)

The nearly smooth, white lines across Damie’s thighs and back were another story, striping his skin in a feral anger that made Sionn’s heart ache. The scars themselves were nothing, subsided down under Damie’s pale skin until they were merely glossy streaks against Damie’s matte ivory flesh. No, Sionn’s heartbreak came from the knowledge there was a man who should have been the first one to love the man Sionn treasured. Instead, that man chose to try to break his son, tearing him apart into pieces too small to stitch back together.

Damie was a lot stronger than the man who tried to kill his spirit, and Sionn was in awe of that strength.

No, the man’s high cheekbones and succulent mouth were gorgeous, but the set of Damien’s shoulders as he shook off his nightmares and stepped out into the day made Sionn’s heart beat faster. And when he coaxed a slithering, sensual purr out of Damien with a few strokes of his hands, Sionn would swear he could come just from the sound alone.

Damien had stashed the cowboy hat someplace in the warehouse, protecting it from Sionn making good on his promise to burn it, but it definitely did its job in shielding Damien’s silken mane from the sun and wind. Running his hands through Damien’s long black hair, Sionn rubbed away the ache he knew lingered in the scars under the man’s scalp. Sighing, Damien relaxed under him, his dark blue eyes hooding while he nearly writhed in Sionn’s hands.

His long neck beckoned, and Sionn succumbed, lowering his lips to the beat pulsing beneath Damie’s pale skin, biting at the spot. Damien’s heart pounded blood through him, his excitement playing over Sionn’s tongue with each fluttering push from his chest. Worrying at the spot, Sionn dipped his hand down, searching for the other man’s long cock.

Cupping his lover’s length, Sionn drew his head up and smiled at Damien’s flushed face. He ground his hips into Damien and whispered, “Do you know what I want?”

“Kind of hoping you’ll tell me so we can get this party started,” Damien growled. He thrust his hips up, dragging his sex back and forth in Sionn’s loose grip.

Sionn tightened his hold on Damien’s cock, lightly scraping his nails over the sensitive skin. “I want this in me. You up for it, Damie boy?”

“Thought you’d never ask, Irish.” The grin Damien shot him was heartbreaking and sexy. A dimple flashed in his cheek, a rare appearance given Damie’s tendency to smirk. Sionn licked at the crease and slid his mouth over Damien’s to kiss him soundly. Coming up for air, Damien broke away and shoved at Sionn’s shoulders. “Get on your back, Murphy, and let me show you how a real man does this.”

“Really now, boyo?” Sionn snorted but allowed himself to be pushed back into the sheets. “So I’ve not been satisfying you?”

“Guess not.” Damien’s face was somber, but a teasing lilt tugged at his words. “I think you’re going to have to try harder. You know, practice. We’ll need a lot of practice.”

“One thing, love.” Sionn cupped his lover’s cheeks, his hands nearly lost in the curtain of black hair shrouding their faces. “You okay with this? With us?”

He didn’t want to bring up the man’s mother, but she clung to the air around them, a ghost of ill intent lurking at Damien’s side. Her body had been signed out of the morgue by a lawyer, whisked away before Damien had a chance to arrange for a service. Challenging the release, they’d found out she’d been cremated, the crime lab clearing the disposal of her remains some time before Damien discovered his mother’s body been taken.

“You’re all I’ve got, Irish.” Damien’s hooded eyes were nearly ebony, their bright blue dulled in the shadows. “You and Miki. I
need
this. I
need
you. I need you to make me feel alive right now, Murphy. I want to feel you around me; then I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk. Anything you want. Just… remind me I’m alive.”

“
That
I can do, love,” Sionn promised.

They’d both bled on a stick, as Damien put it, but their time together had slipped away into exhaustion and quick fumbling hand jobs during showers. Torn apart by appointments and police interviews, Sionn found himself able to take the time to reacquaint himself with his lover’s body, and from the speculative look on Damien’s face, it appeared the guitarist was thinking the same thing.

“You want to do this…?” Damien’s fingers sought out the stretch of Sionn’s foreskin and played with its hem as his cock lengthened to shove back its hood. “Without… you know….”

“Yeah,” Sionn murmured. “I want to feel you when you lose it, love. Can’t think of a better way to spend the evening.”

“Sticky?” The other man chuckled, reaching for the bottle of lube they’d left on the nightstand.

“Aye, boyo.” Sionn tugged at Damien’s nipple, pinching the nub between his fingers. “Let’s get a little sticky.”

The bottle got lost amid the crumpled sheets, but Sionn knew it would probably find him with its sharp-edged cap as soon as they started rolling around on the bed. He was more interested in the cut of Damien’s teeth on his shoulder, especially when he felt the press of Damie’s oiled fingers stroking his taint.

“You drive me nuts, you know?” Damien muttered, his tongue finding the ticklish spot on Sionn’s neck. “I don’t remember ever wanting to bareback someone before. Not like I want to have you. Or, shit, not like I want you to have me.”

“Remember-remember, or holes in the noggin remember?” Sionn teased, then gasped when Damien’s index finger pressed down on his entrance. “Fuck, love. That was….”

“I am going to pound you so hard,” Damien threatened as he left behind a string of nipping bites down Sionn’s chest, scraping his nails over the tender skin above Sionn’s entrance. “Hole in the noggin. Asshat.”

“Ah, aren’t I
your
asshat, boyo?” He met Damien’s answering grin with a wink.

Foreplay probably was going to go by the wayside. Sionn realized that about the time he’d struck his funny bone. Neither one of them needed a prolonged erotic warm-up. He’d hit an erection nearly as soon as he’d seen Damien lean over the edge of the wall to look out at the city. Having the man in his lap only ground down his willingness to hold off, and as Damien raked lube over his own cock, Sionn’s muscles clenched in anticipation.

If he couldn’t recall when he’d had sex prior to Vienna, Sionn sure as shit couldn’t remember the last time he’d spread his ass for anyone. Damien’s long cock glistened, promising to hit every bundle of need Sionn had hidden deep in him, and his hole puckered at the thought of the man’s sleek sex parting his cheeks.

He didn’t have to wait long. Damien’s fingers pressed into him, smearing a line of lube around his entrance. He tried to force himself to stay open, but the ring had its own idea, clenching tight around Damien’s intrusion. Panting shallow huffs, he forced his body to relax. Then the burn of Damien’s oiled skin on his silken heat told him the man’d found his way in.

“Shit… damn, Damie….”

Growling about it wasn’t doing much good. He was losing his mind. Damien Mitchell knew his way around Sionn’s body, because he seemed to find every single stretch of skin that needed touching. From the powder-soft span under Sionn’s sac to the sleek insides of his entrance, Damien skillfully played him out. At some point, Damien’s mouth joined in on the fun, his lips wrapping around the head of Sionn’s cock, his foreskin tickling when the tip of the man’s tongue lapped at its edge.

The burn began again, a slower creep of pleasurable fire inching deep inside of him. Then a press of Damien’s fingers against the walls of his core, and Sionn nearly lifted off of the bed. The man’s limber touch stroked out a tingling flame from the hidden clutch in Sionn, and it was all Sionn could do not to slam himself down on Damien’s hand.

Only the bitching about how he needed his fingers to play the guitar kept Sionn from fucking himself on Damie’s fingers, but it was close.

Then self-control went by the wayside when Damien twisted his wrist, plunging up deeper into Sionn’s heat, and Sionn nearly screamed from the storm breaking through him. His hips thrust down, riding the sharp length of Damien’s fingers, and the man let him, holding still as Sionn fought to find the spot he knew would tear him apart.

The pleasure eluded him, drawn out from Damien’s fingertips flicking back and forth around the area even as his palm was nearly buried in the spread of Sionn’s hole. Through the red blush of thwarted passion, Sionn heard the click of the lube cap opening again, then felt the cool thrush of slippery liquid being dribbled down his sac and over his entrance. Damien’s thumb rubbed up and down his crease, spreading the lubricant around and slicking his hole.

The second Sionn felt himself empty of Damien’s touch, he hooked his hands under his knees to draw them up. The room’s walls were cast back into the shadows, their color leeched away from the faint city-bred light pouring in from the warehouse’s high, frosted windows. Damien loomed over him, one hand on his slender erection, jutting up from its black curl nest, while his oiled fingers played at Sionn’s entrance, teasing him anew.

After stroking himself once, Damien bent forward to lick Sionn’s belly, his hair curling down to brush over Sionn’s side. Damien snapped lightly at the skin around Sionn’s navel, glanced up his lover’s chest, and asked, “You ready for me, Irish?”

“Yeah,
a rún
,” Sionn gasped, arching his back as Damien pushed into him, his cockhead parting the clutch of Sionn’s body. “God,
a ghrá
… give yourself to me, Damie love. All of you to me.”

H
E
DIDN
’
T
think he was going to last.

In fact, Damie was pretty sure he would have to suck Sionn off for the rest of the night… maybe week… for how fast he was going to shoot off. Not even certain he was fully seated in the man’s heat, Damien rocked his hips to make sure he was at least past the tight ring, hoping he could find his lover’s pleasure point before he shamed himself beyond all forgiveness.

The perfume of Sionn’s seed and musky sweat weren’t helping either.

Everything about the man under him was perfect. If he’d placed an order with God himself, Damien didn’t think he could find someone who fit him better, who held him any tighter or said anything that could warm Damien’s cold insides like Sionn Murphy.

And now some part of him… that broken and hidden part in the rubble of his soul, was crawling out of the murky darkness to reach for Sionn’s golden light, seeking the man’s heart as if he had a right to it. Then Sionn whispered something, an indescribable phrase Damien never thought he would hear outside of a treacle-sweet song or from Miki’s sarcastic mouth.

Wrapping his arms tight around Damien’s torso, Sionn held onto him, their thrusts bottoming out into shallow plunges, and the man brought his kiss-swollen lips to the ridge of Damien’s ear to whisper something nearly too soft to hear above Damien’s frenetic panting.

“I love you, Damie boy.” Sionn’s Gaelic thickened the words, rubbing them smoky with peat and Irish whiskey. “And I’m never going to let you go,
a ghrá
. Never.”

Enflamed by the shock, Damien lost the beat of his thrusts, and they stumbled, bodies slapping together until they found the rhythm between them again. Pushing his hands down on the bed on either side of Sionn’s shoulders, Damien thrust harder, pounding deep into the man. He needed to breach Sionn’s control, make him shudder with the want of their joining until nothing existed between them but a thin layer of skin and the sweat of their bodies.

Sionn spilled his Irish, pouring words shaped from craggy shores and smoke-tinted fog into Damien’s mouth when their mouths touched, and Damien lengthened his strokes, arching up into Sionn’s tight body. Breaking off their kiss was painful. Damien wanted to plunge himself into the moist sweetness of Sionn’s mouth as deep as he thrust his bare cock into his lover’s slick hole, but he couldn’t trust himself not to lose control before he ground every weeping drop of pleasure from Sionn’s body.

The first tingle of his climax began along his spine, its tendrils stretching down from his shoulder blades to the clench of his ass and climbing up to wrap around his face, tightening the skin on his cheekbones. Panting, Damien tried to hold off, but Sionn tightened on him, his entrance closing down on the base of Damie’s cock. They slid in and out, no longer in pace with their thrusts, but the pull and push no longer mattered. Their bodies raced, chasing a sun breaking through the closed-in darkness they’d wrapped around themselves.

Their lightning hit Sionn first, surprising Damien when he felt the ripples of the man’s orgasm start to compress his cock. Reaching between them, he gripped his lover’s dick, keeping up a steady flow of pressure to help Sionn reach his peak. Sionn’s Gaelic turned animalistic, falling into growling pleas and urging mewls.

Gritting his teeth, Damien rode out the waves of intense release rolling through the man underneath him, needing to see Sionn through. The shuck of his cock’s skin through Sionn’s ass caught on the drying lube, and they ran nearly raw against each other, but Damien didn’t dare stop.

Sionn was holding onto him for dear life, begging Damien to bring him over.

And Damien had no intention of letting the man down.

Sionn’s fingers bit deep into Damien’s hips, and he pulled at Damie, snapping his hips up to meet his thrusts. The strain on their bodies showed, sleeking their skin with sweat. Where they met ran wet, the salt-laden smears passing between them, trickling down Damien’s thighs and Sionn’s sides.

At the first hot wave of fluid from Sionn’s cock hitting his belly, Damien flinched from its intensity. Another followed, nearly as strong as the first, and the tang of Sionn’s pleasure in the air was his undoing. Angling his hips up, Damien pistoned into his lover, pushing Sionn’s ass cheeks apart until their balls were flattened sacs as they met with the increased force.

He wasn’t sure what was lube, sweat, or come, but Damien didn’t care. The wet between them was a heavenly slide, catching him in its grip as his balls boiled out his release. His climax grabbed a hold of his thighs, locking his muscles into arched stone, his cock buried deeper into his lover than Damien thought possible.