Hidden Passions (Hidden, #7)(35)

Chris's eyes darkened. "I'm here to be of service."

His manner was humorous, and Tony felt a need to be clear. "I want to f*ck you. You know: me in charge and you taking it."

Chris's mouth twitched at the corners. "Do you hear me objecting?"

Tony didn't. The desire inside him seemed to explode. He grabbed both sides of Chris's face, pulling his head close for a deep kiss. Chris's big arms surrounded him, the fingers of one hand forking into Tony's hair. Tony's wolf fangs slid down and a second later Chris's followed suit. The point of Chris's canine nicked Tony's lip. Blood welled up in the moment before it healed.

Chris drew back just far enough to apologize.

Tony growled, seized his head, and sucked his tongue again.

He guessed Chris found that exciting. He body-slammed Tony against the wall, hands sliding to his butt, erection grinding up and down over his. The cat was all the way hard--long, thick, and apparently indestructible. The pressure he used felt so good Tony nearly forgot his intentions. Nearly wasn't the same as really. Grunting at the strength it took to shift Chris's greater weight, he shoved the cat around until he was backed up to the wall instead.

"Jesus," Chris breathed. His eyes slid shut as Tony worked his crotch over his. Chris looked like he was in heaven, but not convinced he ought to be. Determined to decide him, Tony pulled Chris's hands from his butt.

Another grunt of effort slapped them up beside Chris's head.

Chris gasped and looked at him. Tony was treating him like he was dominant.

"You sure?" Chris's expression glazed as Tony continued to hump his thigh and crotch. "You don't want me to take care of you?"

Tony did--and that's why he couldn't. "I want to f*ck you," he repeated.

He wasn't a hundred percent sure how to go about it, which angered him. He let go of Chris's wrists, but only to wrench off his light jacket. Chris started to undo his own shirt buttons. Not wanting that, Tony took over.


The feel of Chris breathing faster as his skin was uncovered was really arousing. Tony knelt to remove Chris's shoes and pants. When he rose, Chris's touch felt too good not to let him undress him. They kissed again wearing only their underwear. Tony decided soft cotton stretched by hard cock was a great combination, especially with two dicks to rub together. Their hands went everywhere they could--backs, arms, heaving chests, and rib cages. Tony loved the hairy muscles of Chris's legs jostling his.

With a groan of pleasure, he drove his fingers into the tiger's briefs and around his clenched butt cheeks.

Squeezing them caused Chris to tear his mouth from his. "You want a little guidance, or would you rather figure this out by trial and error?"

Trial and error sounded uncomfortable for Chris.

"You won't get bossy?"

Chris smiled at him. He was caressing Tony's arm muscles, fingers sliding from elbow to shoulder. Tony decided he liked the cat's expression. Chris wasn't laughing at him; he was just amused in general.

"You have good arms," Chris said, avoiding answering Tony's question. "Nice and brawny. I think you might be strong enough to control me."

Tony snorted. "Only if you let me."

Chris's grin broadened. "Want to take the shower we missed out on the first time?"

They'd missed out because Chris had declined Tony's offer to join him. Tony's brows lowered at the memory.

"Showers are handy," Chris pointed out. "Lots of slippery stuff. Plenty of hot water for cleaning up."

"Wait here," Tony said in his sternest voice. "I need five minutes to get ready."

The bathroom was what needed getting ready, not himself. He stalked to it, and--as soon as the door was shut--commenced to scrub it at shifter speed. When he'd moved into the brownstone with Rick and Adam, rather than gut this room, he'd painstakingly salvaged the bits he could. The toilet groaned when you flushed it, and the antique white-and-black patterned hex-tile wasn't a breeze to clean. Oddly enough, he had plenty of energy for it now. Chris guessed what he was doing. Tony heard him chuckling outside the door.

"I told you to stay put," he objected.

"I'm flattered you're fussing on my behalf," Chris said. "Also, I'm jerking myself off out here."

Okay, Tony didn't need an incentive to go faster, but that certainly worked as one. The tiger was a sex fiend, apparently. How he'd sneaked around successfully for so long Tony couldn't imagine. Or maybe he was a sex fiend because he didn't allow himself to sneak around very often. That idea sent a painful throb of excitement through Tony's cock. He could identify with never getting as much sex as you wanted.

"Done," he said, practically flinging the door open.

Chris hadn't been lying. He had his hand down his briefs, and he was tugging his erection. Not rubbing it, just gripping the shaft around the middle and pulling in and out from his groin. Seeing Chris do this was like having a window shade snap up to reveal something extremely personal.

"Jeez," he said, his attention glued to Chris's working hand. "Watching you do that is really hot."

"I can't not touch myself," Chris confessed. "But I don't want to go over."

His voice was husky. Tony shivered in reaction. Their gazes rose at the same time. Staring into each other's eyes was becoming a compulsion. Orange fire flared in Chris's irises. This made Tony's libido squirm.