Hidden Passions (Hidden, #7)(7)

Realization rolled happily through him. "I don't have to hold back with you, do I?"

"Not even a little," Chris promised.

The bigger man pushed his chest, just once and not hard. The gentle shove sat Tony on the mattress edge. From there, the tiger's trouser bulge filled his vision--his whole world, it felt like. His undone waist button gapped, the jeans slung low enough to reveal the clouded edge of his pubic hair. Tony didn't know if he was supposed to wait for an invitation, but he couldn't resist feathering his fingertips across the curls.

The tiger sucked in a breath. The ridge behind his stretched zipper was prominent, the swell of his heavy testicles obvious. Tony inhaled, smelled the man's slightly alien feline musk, and every hair on his arms stood up.

Inside his snug black Calvin's, his cock jolted so long it hurt.

He looked up Chris's body to find the man looking down at him. Seen from that angle, the tiger towered as tall as Titan.

"You ever suck a man?" he asked gruffly.

Tony shook his head.

"You want to?"

"Yes," Tony confirmed. "Like I'll die if you don't let me."

The tiger smiled. "No need for it to come to that."

He took hold of his zipper's tab, dragging it carefully down the contours of his erection. His briefs were white, an appealing contrast to his tanned skin.

"Take out my cock," he said.

Tony's blood surged hotly. "You going to tell me everything you want?"

"Why not?" Chris said. "You seem to be enjoying it."

This was true, but Tony still wagged his head. With fingers that shook a little, he spread Chris's jeans wider. Chris let out a grunt as Tony edged both hands into his underwear.

Glancing up, he saw the other man's eyes had closed in anticipation. Liking that, Tony drew his hard-on out of the soft cotton.

That was a heady treat. Everything Tony touched made his hands tingle. Chris's cock was hot. And smooth. And long enough to give Tony's thumbs a lot of territory to work over.


"Mm," Chris hummed, his hips rocking into the pressure.

With a sense of revelation, Tony dragged his cheek up one side of his hard-on, over the top, and then down the other. Beneath the brush of his lips, Chris's pulse raced faster.

"Don't try to be a porn star," he advised breathlessly. "Just suck what feels comfortable."

"I'll do what I want," Tony contradicted, his entire being zeroed in on what he held. "You worry about yourself."

He dragged the flat of his tongue up Chris's underside.

"God," Chris breathed.

Tony went down on him.

His lips and tongue immediately fell in love. Chris was big, but Tony was blessed with resilient shifter reflexes. This much silky smoothness deserved to be sucked and savored without limit. The curve of Chris's knob against his palate made Tony's mouth water. He took it to the edge of his throat, pulling with his cheeks even as he laved everything in reach. His canines bracketed the shaft but didn't cut either side. The hint of danger seemed to increase Chris's excitement. The tiger moaned, and sweetness washed across his taste buds.

Chris's slit must be welling with arousal.

Tony drew up and went down again, moaning himself with rich pleasure. His spine felt loose, his jaw as relaxed as if someone had shot him with a tranq. Chris's movements were equally languorous. His big hands tangled in Tony's hair, fingers kneading his scalp as his hips gently pushed deeper.

"God, that's good," he groaned, f*cking Tony's mouth in slow motion.

Tony found Chris's ball sac and wrapped his palms around it. When he tightened the careful hold, he got more of a response than he intended.

"Shit," Chris hissed. "Pull off. I don't want to come like this."

Tony didn't want to stop, but he dragged his mouth up until it popped off him. He looked up Chris's heaving chest. "I wouldn't mind if you came," he said throatily. "Giving you head is exciting."

Chris's eyes opened, hot gold locking onto Tony's softer green. "You're exciting. I want to give you a first time you won't forget."

For a second, Tony completely lost his breath. This man was too much--too sexy, too big and gorgeous, too freaking perfect to be true. He'd had plenty of fantasies about this moment, but none were as good as Chris's reality. He wasn't sure he could speak until he did. "Tell me what to do. I want you to remember too."

Chris's hands still clasped Tony's head. He seemed dazzled, but even as Tony registered this, his expression re-focused. His fingers combed through Tony's dark wavy hair. The soothing stroke ended with a tug firm enough to provoke a jolt of adrenaline.

"Kneel down," the tiger said, not barking the order but self-assured. "Turn around and lay your chest on the bed."

The position stuck Tony's ass in the air. He felt odd about that--self-conscious but excited. Men took each other from the position, buggered each other was the term. Going to his knees behind him, Chris massaged Tony's butt cheeks with strong squeezes. God, that felt good. The barrier of Tony's briefs seemed to help him adjust to the sensation of male fingers. He hoped Chris didn't expect him to last long. He was so cranked up he could have come if he thought too hard about Chris's cock.