Hidden Passions (Hidden, #7)(52)

Chris's heart faltered, then started galloping. Oh boy, he thought. "I love you too," he blurted.

Tony's mouth stretched with pleasure, making him look about twelve years old. "All right then. I guess we're even."

"Tony--"

The wolf cut him off by squeezing his hands. "No. No warnings and no take-backs."

"I was going to say I stopped in the gift shop before you arrived."

Tony's expression turned puzzled. "You got me a present?"

Chris laughed. "Only if you count a toothbrush."

"Ah. Should I promise to treasure it?"

Chris got up to retrieve the bag he'd brought up here earlier. He dumped the contents out on the king size bed. Lube tumbled to the covers, a pair of razors, and the aforementioned toothbrushes.

"You were planning a sleepover," Tony said.

He sounded smug. Chris was suddenly illogically giddy. In that moment, he didn't care how impossible them being together was. "Say it again," he demanded.

Tony put his hands on his hips. "I think you ought to earn it."

Chris moved too quickly to be stopped, undoing Tony's faded jeans and whipping them down his legs.

"Shit," Tony gasped, trying not to fall over with denim bunched around his ankles. "You won't make me say I love you by pantsing me!"

Chris moved again, this time peeling Tony's long-sleeve T-shirt over his head.

"Chris!" Tony had managed to kick free of his jeans and sneakers.

"You're not really upset," Chris said. "Or why are your briefs bulging?"

They weren't bulging just a little. Tony had a super-size salami stuck in his black Calvins. Laughing and cursing at the same time, Tony shoved Chris onto the bed. Chris could have resisted but let himself topple. He felt breathless and excited even before Tony pounced and landed on both knees on top of him.

Tony noticed the reaction. "I see you're one of those gays who thinks wrestling is a turn-on."

Being called gay gave Chris a start, but it was also weirdly arousing. Tony pushed the hem of Chris's shirt to his underarms.

"Hm." He slid both palms up the skin he'd bared, then pinched Chris's beaded nipples tightly enough to thrill. "Why are you breathing so hard, mon chat?"

"I like you," Chris panted, giving in to his need to squirm.

Tony sat on Chris's crotch, exactly where his bulge pushed out his tan trousers. Because Tony was down to briefs, the muscles of his cheeks were easy to distinguish. He rolled like a dirty dancer up and down Chris's erection.

Chris had trouble speaking, but he tried. "That's an . . . interesting wrestling technique."

Repeating it, Tony grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the pillow.

Chris groaned at how sexy the restraint felt. "Undress me. I want to feel your cock on mine."

"Say please."

Chris arched up and nipped his shoulder. "Please."

Tony flushed at the love bite. Breathing harder himself, he swung off Chris's body and stripped him. His hands were hot and sure--gentle too, which Chris appreciated but also found frustrating. Tony pulled off his own briefs in quick motions, his erection hard and high. Chris rolled onto his side to watch, stretching out one arm to grip the bouncing length. Tony's cock was a good handhold. Chris tugged him back onto the bed with it.

Tony straddled him with his eyes glowing. "Where's the lube?"

Chris fumbled on the bed until he found it. "Do you want it?"

"Yes," Tony said roughly.

Chris gave it to him. The wolf opened it, squeezed some into one hand, then rubbed his palms together. Chris's cock throbbed longer, anticipating what was to come. The payoff didn't disappoint.

Tony wrapped his slippery hands around both their stiff penises.

"Fuck," Chris breathed as he pulled a snug grip up them. Tony's hold squeezed their shafts and heads together. Tony's veins throbbed next to his, his fingers rubbing and admiring. The fact that Tony was jacking himself as well made the whole thing that much more intimate.

"Mm," Tony hummed, his pelvis doing the booty roll again. "I want to kiss you, but this feels really good."

"I'll hold your weight. You keep your hands where they are."

He braced his palm on Tony's sternum as Tony descended. When he was close to kissing distance, he stopped. "I'm not too heavy?"

"No," Chris said simply. He needed only one hand to hold him up. He drew the other down Tony's spine, across the small of his back, and onto the slope of his taut butt cheeks. Tony shivered as Chris feathered his fingertips around their curves.


"I want you on top," the wolf confessed.

This wasn't a preference Chris would ever object to. Too eager to pretend, he flipped Tony under him. Tony's hands worked even better from that position, his double grip massaging both their cocks. Chris felt like a zillion fingers were stroking him. Without half trying, he imitated the other man's stripper-style hip roll.

"Oh yeah," Tony growled. "Your big hard dick is so f*cking hot on mine."

The dirty talk got to him. Chris dropped his head to Tony's and French-kissed him. Tony welcomed the tongue battle. His body tightened, and he drove one thigh up between Chris's legs, compressing Chris's balls on the firm muscle. The pressure could have hurt, but instead it felt incredible. They were naked on a bed, and they had all night to play.