Vicious Carousel (Suncoast Society #25)(22)

Nolan smiled down at him, his blue eyes looking like a dark ocean’s depths in this light. “I think that could be arranged.”

“Good.” Kenny started backing him toward their bed. “Because I’m in a serious need of a good, hard f*cking from you.”

Nolan grabbed him, spun around, and shoved Kenny back, hard, onto the bed, pouncing on top of him. “Like this?”

“That’s a good start.”

Nolan grabbed his lover’s hands, lacing fingers with him, and pinned Kenny’s hands over his head against the mattress. He leaned in close, body stretched over Kenny’s, lips inches above his.

“Then prepare to be well and truly f*cked tonight, buddy.”

Kenny squeezed his hands and the look of vulnerability that swept through his lover’s brown gaze took Nolan’s breath away. They were pretty much equals. Yes, they took turns bottoming in bed, and sometimes for play, but they were both definitely Dominant men.

He suspected the revelations Kenny’s mom had made at dinner had started Kenny’s brain whirring again, worrying about her when compared to Betsy’s situation.

Slanting his mouth over Kenny’s, Nolan crushed his lover’s lips under his, f*cking Kenny’s mouth with his tongue and drawing a soft moan from Kenny.

Under him, he felt Kenny’s cock harden against him in response to his own erection. He sat up, still pinning Kenny’s hands over his head.

“Don’t move,” he ordered. Then he sat back, Kenny’s hands remaining where he’d left them.

He swung off Kenny and left the bed, quickly stripping before grabbing a towel, lube, and a condom. He returned to the bed and dropped the items onto the mattress before he reached in and started unfastening Kenny’s shorts.

Kenny remained where Nolan had left him, staring up at him, waiting.

Getting Kenny’s shorts and briefs down and off him, Nolan shoved the man’s shirt up over his nipples. Sliding his hands up the man’s smooth abs, he leaned in and licked a trail from navel to nipples, back and forth, nipping at them, deliberately positioning his body between Kenny’s legs and forcing them wider apart so his lover’s cock rubbed against his bare flesh.

This would be a hard and fast f*ck, for sure, so he wanted to drag the foreplay out a little. They enjoyed cuddling, no doubt, but sometimes they wanted—needed—raw, animalistic rutting that could sate the sadistic needs both men suppressed when there wasn’t another ready outlet.

And right now, both of them wanted to beat the shit out of Jack Bourke, something that wouldn’t happen.

So they’d f*ck the hell out of each other instead and enjoy it just the same.

It was always fun when they had a woman between them as a third. Especially if she was a masochist. Then they could unleash primal play that would always leave her satisfied and smiling, and leave the men’s darker urges happily sated.

Neither had an interest in forcing someone to comply or submit. The person had to want it. Which was why neither man minded play with the other. They understood the need, knew how to appease it.

Enjoyed the reciprocity.

And hell, they could really fight against the other one if they wanted, without worrying about someone getting hurt. It was fun, it was furious, and it was f*cking amazing once they wore themselves out and collapsed on the other end of the play.

Nolan slid down Kenny’s body, grabbing his cock and wrapping his lips around it, flicking at the slit with his tongue while Kenny lifted his head and watched.

Down Kenny’s shaft, Nolan laved his tongue over Kenny’s cock, his balls, sucking first one and then the other into his mouth while Kenny’s hips started rocking, trying to gain traction against Nolan’s grip around his cock.

Pre-cum oozed from the tip of Kenny’s cock, sweetly salty, rolling down Nolan’s tongue as he sucked on it and swirled his tongue around the head.

He continued the torture, his own cock throbbing and leaking, his balls aching for release, knowing he wanted to work Kenny almost to the brink of explosion when Nolan finally shoved his cock up him. Because he knew he wouldn’t, couldn’t last long inside the man as horny as he now felt, too.

Cupping Kenny’s sac in his other palm, Nolan slowly stroked his lover’s shaft, enjoying the way Kenny’s cock grew even harder under his fingers. Delicious desperation filled Kenny’s eyes as he stared down his body at Nolan.

Yes, this. This is what Nolan loved, having that willingly given control, the trust.

For a split second, Nolan imagined what Betsy might look like wearing a similar desperately helpless expression before he shoved it out of his mind. Totally inappropriate right now, not to mention he didn’t want them landing in the middle of a messy emotional situation. Helping her by letting her live with them was one thing.

Fantasizing about her when she was asleep in the other room and still looking like a human punching bag?

Doooucheeey.

He sat up and lifted Kenny’s knees, shoving them up and back against the other man’s chest. “Hold them.”

Kenny finally moved his hands, hooking them behind his knees to keep himself in position.

The Nolan grabbed the towel and slid it under him before reaching for the lube. He made sure to lock gazes with Kenny as he squirted some of the cool gel onto his fingers and started working it into the man’s rim.

Kenny’s cock twitched as a soft moan escaped him.