Hidden Passions (Hidden, #7)(19)
When Chris looked at the massive boner he'd just drawn out, his tiger fangs shot down.
"I'm going to do us both," he announced harshly.
Tony didn't know what he meant until Chris's surprisingly dexterous fingers opened his own trousers.
"Oh God," he moaned without meaning to.
Chris grinned whitely in the dimness. "Like to watch?"
"Never got the chance to, but I expect I will."
Beads of pre-cum squeezed from his dick, generous enough to be embarrassing. Chris rubbed the fluid over him with his thumb.
"I'm leaking too," he confessed.
Tony's hands clenched into excited fists. If they hadn't, he'd have grabbed Chris for sure. He had to clear his throat before his voice came out. "Show me."
Chris dug his cock out, grabbed its root, and stroked upward. Since he was sitting, Tony saw the prodigy from above. Chris's shaft was thick in his hand, the head rounded and swollen. Seeming to like showing off, the cat let go and stroked again from the bottom. His grip was tight, compressing his flesh slightly. Tony shuddered with arousal.
"One hand for me," Chris said. "And the other plus my mouth for you."
"Shit," Tony breathed, watching moisture well from the tiger's slit, loving that he was uninhibited. He swallowed, wanting to suck that big cock so badly he ached.
Chris must have known. "This is my show. Everyone expects you to jump when they snap their fingers. You let me do for you."
Tony didn't know how to respond to that. He was what he was in the pack. It was natural to him.
"Can I hold your head?" he asked instead.
Chris grinned. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't."
Tony placed his hands on either side of the tiger's skull. He wasn't gripping hard, though he couldn't resist sinking his fingers through Chris's thick gold-streaked hair. Chris's eyes briefly closed, liking the gentle stroke.
When his lashes lifted, citrine glints lit his irises.
Tony held his breath as Chris bent forward on the seat. He was big for the folding chair, and the shift in his weight made the metal creak. His thumb and fingers angled Tony's cock toward his mouth. His breath fanned the tip, his tongue licked once, and then he swallowed him.
Tony's lungs emptied at the ferocious surge of pleasure. Chris's tongue and cheeks were sleek, the band of his lips firm and tight. Tony's head fell back as Chris drew slowly up his shaft.
He'd been blown before, but this one pull was a revelation. Chris's mouth was bolder, more encompassing than a woman's. Or maybe Tony's reaction had nothing to do with technique. Maybe this was a revelation because Chris really, truly attracted him.
Helpless to stop himself, he tightened his fingers on Chris's head.
"Mm," Chris said. "You are as smooth as silk."
He licked across Tony's glans, tongue flat and pushing hard. Tony's nerves did a happy dance. "You can guide me if you want," Chris offered.
Tony shook his head. Did he remember how to speak? "I just . . . want to feel you go up and down."
"You like it slow?" His partner demonstrated the speed he meant with his fist. Tony noticed his left hand, the one he'd wrapped around himself, moved identically. That was a charge, knowing Chris would jack himself in synchrony.
"I like it any way." His thighs tightened, pushing his pelvis forward without quite intending to. "Just don't leave me hanging."
Chris might have been smiling as his mouth took him in again. Tony's spine arched with renewed bliss--too much bliss maybe. As the tiger sucked slowly up and down, his free hand burrowed into Tony's trousers, fingers ringing the top of his ball sac. When he had him the way he wanted, he pulled down and held firmly. The protracted tug surprised him. Tony knew it was meant to help him last. What he didn't expect was Chris wanting to linger over this.
Chris seemed to know when the imminent threat of orgasm had backed off. He released Tony's balls and changed tactics. The pressure of his lips had been relatively light. Now he gave Tony more of everything: more tongue action, more pressure, more speed as he rose and fell. Tony's scalp tingled at the intensification of wet friction, his hands passive but very interested riders on Chris's head. The sound of the blowjob was a turn-on all by itself. If Chris had been crap at this, Tony probably would have enjoyed it. As it was, Chris's skill and interest drove Tony to the trembling edge.
Once he sensed he was there, Chris tugged his balls down again.
This time the yank inspired a brief flare of pain. Heat followed in its wake as soon as it registered, spreading out from his groin to suffuse his whole body.
"God," Tony gasped.
Chris rolled his eyes up to check that he was all right. Tony was so good it wasn't funny. He was on the balls of his feet, his whole being straining for more pleasure.
Maybe more pain too; he wasn't certain about that part.
"I'm okay," he assured Chris breathlessly. "That was just the right kind of snap."
Chris sucked upward, thumb and hand following his mouth up Tony's shaft. He kissed its tip, licked, then brushed his lips across more softly. The look on his face was like nothing Tony had ever seen--not directed toward him at least. Worshipful was the word that came close, though a guy like Chris was no one's acolyte.