Hidden Passions (Hidden, #7)(37)

He oiled Tony more than he had to, pulling his fists up him hand over hand, slowly, tightly, until his cock felt stretched. From base to tip, his shaft hummed with readiness.

Chris let go to put one hand on Tony's shoulder. As if he were Tony's coach, he gave the muscle a little squeeze. "You don't need to be hesitant. Take me hard if that's what you're in the mood for. You know how strong shifters are. Trust me, I'll enjoy it."

Tony searched his face. He meant what he said. Tony could pound at him if he wanted. Tony could put everything into this. He didn't speak. He turned Chris around with his hands, guiding his arms up to grab the curtain pipe again. He wedged one bare foot between Chris's two, nudging his ankles wider for his soon-to-be entry. More than arousal or nerves had his pulse jumping in his throat. This was a different kind of first than the obvious.


Chris said trust me, but what he meant was: I'm trusting myself to you.

After the last four days, this was what Tony needed--more than being coddled or comforted. Chris had handed power to him at a time when he felt powerless.

He rubbed his face across Chris's shoulders, knowing the shower washed away the emotion that stung his eyes. One hand slid to Chris's hip. The joint was strong like the rest of him. He tipped his lubed cock to Chris's anus. Chris took a firmer grip on curtain pipe.

Tony's heart went crazy.

Chris pushed back as Tony pushed forward. Tony caught his breath at the sensation of going in--sort of what he expected and sort of not. The feeling was amazing. For a second he thought he'd come before he was all the way. Fortunately, the feeling eased. Chris gave a final wriggle, and Tony was surrounded.

"Good?" Chris asked in a harsh whisper.

"Really good." Tony drew back and thrust again cautiously. He moaned at the lush pleasure.

"Put . . . a little more pressure toward the front," Chris advised.

This was where his prostate was located. Tony smiled to himself. Chris couldn't help bossing him a bit. He pushed as the cat requested.

Apparently, he did it right.

"Unh," Chris said, his neck arching.

That was a thrill. Tony gave his cock to him harder, earning a louder groan.

"Fuck," Chris breathed.

A long noticeable tremor rolled up his back. Tony's excitement swelled at his success. Setting his feet more firmly in the tub, he gripped Chris's narrow hips, and went at him with real strength. Chris must have been longing for him to do this. A dozen deep thrusts later, his spine stiffened.

His seed spurted noisily against the shower curtain.

"Don't stop," he urged Tony, continuing to shove at him. "God, I need another."

Tony moved his hand to Chris's cock. His erection had flagged a little, but when he gripped it, it hardened up. Tony held it like Chris had earlier, tight around its middle, rubbing the skin over the firm center. Chris released the curtain pipe so he could wrap his palm around his own crown.

Oh that revved Tony's motor: to be pleasuring Chris's dick with him. He grunted and went faster, his stomach slapping Chris's hindquarters.

"Yes," Chris said, his hand screwing the crest wildly. "Yes."

Tony's beast seemed to take over. He hammered Chris, not holding back anything. He went so hard he nearly hurt himself. Incredible sensations blazed through his penis, down his thighs, and finally up his vertebrae. He hadn't known he could feel so much and not go over. His whole body was on fire.

Chris cried out, his ass squeezing Tony's cock.

Knowing Chris was coming, Tony gulped for air and shot out his pleasure.

One climax wasn't enough for him, any more than it had been for Chris. As soon as the contractions petered, he sped up and went again.

"God," Chris choked.

His cock twitched in Tony's grip. He'd had one last orgasm with Tony.

For half a minute all either could do was pant.

"Relax," Chris said, stroking Tony's knuckles. Tony's grip on his penis hadn't loosened at all.

"Shit," he exclaimed. "Sorry."

The tiger laughed breathlessly. "That's all right. I knew you weren't really going to wrench it off."

Tony cursed again, easing off him completely. Chris turned to face him. He was smiling in that I-know-a-joke way he had. "That was good, wolf. Nothing like an edge of danger to make for a great blastoff."

Tony blushed but managed not to repeat his apology. Chris had straightened. He'd bent forward to be taken, but now he reclaimed the inches of advantage he had over his partner. Seeming like he wanted to savor the aftermath, he stroked Tony's cheeks with his fingertips. His exotic eyes were wistful.

"I'd stay if I could," he said.

Tony believed him, but this didn't stop a cloudbank of heaviness from dropping over him. He forced himself to respond. "It was nice of you to stop by."

Chris let out a wry amused sound. "Nice is one way to put it. Look, I could make you something to eat if you're hungry. Or call for takeout."

"I'm not a kid."

"I'm aware of that." Chris cocked his head to one side at Tony's anger.

Too drained to argue, Tony exhaled a sigh. "I'm going to finish showering. Maybe you could let yourself out of the apartment."

Hurt tightened Chris's features, satisfying the child Tony had denied being. He clenched his jaw and didn't apologize for that either.