Hidden Passions (Hidden, #7)(78)

"Fuck," Chris breathed as Tony wrapped his hand around his very firm erection. Tony kept his grip over Chris's, forcing it up and pulling it down while his pelvis rocked his shaft through their tightly joined fingers. The oil in the water made the tiger's fist squeeze over him sleekly, beads of excitement at the tip of his cock lubing it even more. Waves of pleasure chased each other warmly along his nerves. Tony's eyes drifted shut, his head rolling against Chris's strong shoulder.

"Let go of my hand," Chris said, hushed and husky. "I know what you like by now."

He did . . . and what he didn't know, he figured out enjoyably. Tony released his hand and gripped Chris's knees instead. He needed something to hold onto. Chris put his second hand to work on Tony's cock, pulling one fist up him and then the other, making sure his fingers contracted as each stroke reached his swollen crown. Though the head of his penis was sensitive, Tony was too aroused for the extra pressure to be anything but welcome.

He groaned when Chris started swiping faster. Chris's tugs pulled sensations from deep within his groin, making his entire body feel like it was coiling up to come. Chris nearly sent him over when he nipped his bunched shoulder.

He was excited too. His tiger fangs were down.

"What me inside of you when you go?"

"Yes," Tony moaned. "Please."

Chris helped him lift and slide onto him. Water wasn't lube, but this water was slick enough. Chris's throbbing length went in with the exact amount of stretch and rub Tony was craving.

"God, that's hot," he said, squirming as Chris filled him. He understood what people meant when they talked about being impaled. Chris's knob hit his prostate and stayed there. The pulsing pressure intensified his awareness of the erotically charged gland.

Tony's hands clamped hard on the cat's kneecaps.

"Good?" Chris asked hoarsely beside his ear.

A tortured groan was the only answer he could supply.

"Okay then," Chris chuckled.

He returned his hands to Tony's thudding shaft. Without preamble, he jacked him at shifter speed, pulling one silky wet tight fist in a blur after the other. Tony gasped for air as his nerves all went nuclear. There was no holding back under that barrage. He ejaculated in a long concentrated burst, his pleasure made ecstatic by Chris's skill.

The only drawback was that it was over.

"More?" Chris suggested, his hard cock jerking inside of him. His breath was chopped by excitement, his heart pounding.

Driving Tony to climax had made him want his own.

"Yes," Tony said. "Fuck me, Chris. Push me forward and get me good."

Chris growled, a brief flash of light indicating his eyes had flared. With a bit of wriggling, he got his knees down into the tub, pushing Tony up by the ass until his arms braced him on the rim. Water sloshed, but their bodies stayed connected.


Tony pressed his cheek to his bent forearms so he could look back at Chris.

Chris's irises smoldered with orange fire. His chest was up, his hands free to roam Tony's back muscles. Tony arched to give the tiger's cock unrestricted access. Chris's eyes nearly closed with bliss, palms sliding down Tony's sides to his hips. The hold he got on them was steely. Tony's groin re-heated with interest.

"You ready?" his tiger lover growled.

"Oh yes," Tony said sincerely.

Chris knew exactly how hard to go to make Tony feel overwhelmed. Surrender was what he wanted, the sense that he was completely in Chris's power. He never felt threatened when Chris took over. Being with him, even in secret, had increased his sense of security, his trust in himself for picking a good man. Nate's words came back to him.

It's funny what knowing you're loved can do for a person.

Chris's groin slapped his, his fingers steering him securely. Tony bit his lip with pleasure, his head flung back helplessly. Chris knew the signs that he was close to getting off and found them inspiring. He groaned as his own end raced nearer. Unable not to, his thrusts sped up.

Tony braced, his strength heightening the impact of Chris's drives.

"Tony," Chris moaned, jamming in and holding. "Tony . . ."

He went, flooding Tony's ass with heat. Tony thought it was over, but suddenly Chris snarled and started up again. This time he f*cked him like an animal: ruthless and abandoned. His hips twisted as he pumped, desperate to give and get more and more sensation. Half a minute hadn't passed before he reached under Tony to jack his cock. Tony sucked in a breath, not having realized how close he was to going over a second time. Chris's longest finger found Tony's bulbus and rubbed it. The gland went buzzy and flashed hot.

Tony came so hard he literally saw stars.

Chris cried out and poured into him, the spasms of ejaculation deliciously drawn out. Tony's climax was longer too. When it ended he was too wrung out to move.

Chris's big chest rested on his back, his panting ringing in the tiled room. The floor was a candlelit expanse of water, splashed from the tub by their crazed screw fest.

"Oh man," Chris said in dismay. "We're gonna flood your basement."

"'s okay." Because it was what he could reach, Tony patted his ear weakly. "I installed a backup drain in the floor. The water should be gone in a few minutes."

"Good thinking," Chris said, relaxing on top of him.