Taboo Kisses(8)
“Don’t come while I’m fucking you, Maximus.” Gabriel nuzzled his lover’s neck. “I want you dropping your load in my mouth.”
The vampyr peeked at him over his shoulder. “Give them a show, naleah.”
Gabriel kissed Maximus, and then moved down his back with a mixture of kisses and bites. Unable to control his tiger’s satisfaction, he purred loud as he palmed Maximus’s ass-cheeks and spread them. To groans from his mate, Gabriel tongued the man’s rosetta. Maximus pumped his hand along his cock, while rocking back against Gabriel’s mouth.
He couldn’t wait any longer. Swiping the bottle of lubricant off the balcony’s table, he worked the emollient into his lover’s ass with his fingers. He coated his cock with the substance and positioned the head of his dick against Maximus’s entrance. Below them the crowd cheered and Maximus sent them a thumbs up.
Gabriel thrust balls-deep into him. His tiger roared. Maximus moaned a “fuck”, held the railing with one hand and jerked his other against his cock.
Holding Maximus’s hip with his right hand, he ran his left along his back and anchored his palm on his neck, flexing his hips to set the pace for slow deep drives. Fuck, it felt good to be inside his mate, to connect with him on this intimate level.
Gabriel leaned over his back, quickening the thrusts of his hips until their flesh slapped. He tangled his fingers in Maximus’s almost dry hair and wrenched his head to the side. He licked the vampyr’s neck, his lover’s soft grunts and moans lost in the revelry below them. Tiger fangs burst from his gums.
He pressed his mouth to the other man’s ear. “Feel good, Maximus?”
“Fuck yes.” Maximus clenched his ass around Gabriel’s cock and his tiger thrust through long enough to execute a low-throated growl. The vampyr released his erection and moved his arm over his head to grip the back of Gabriel’s head. Pushing up with his hand on the bannister, he twisted his head to capture Gabriel’s mouth with a kiss. They were lost together in the kiss, with Gabriel moving inside Maximus, executing languid glides. Maximus broke free with a heavy moan. “Harder, naleah. Harder.”
Gabriel pushed him down over the rail, his hand clamped on his neck. It was a submissive pose and Maximus was as submissive as the tiger inside Gabriel. But together they took turns playing the docile partner.
With his other hand he reached around and grasped the vampyr’s cock, timing the pumping of his palm with the thrust of his dick. On the drive in, he stroked to the tip of Maximus’s erection, and on the tug out, he dragged his palm to the base.
Maximus panted as hard as Gabriel. The crowd egged them on as Gabriel fought against his tiger taking over. He bottomed out inside Maximus, collapsed across his back and bit the curve between shoulder and neck. Gabriel came with a roar that startled the crowd, and he struggled to restrain the tiger, as he felt the fur pop along his spine. Somehow he managed to contain the beast.
With a flex of his hips, he withdrew from Maximus’s body, turned him and went to his knees. Precum leaked from the vampyr’s crown. Gabriel licked it away and coiled his tongue around the head. Maximus groaned, wrapped his fingers in Gabriel’s short strands and guided the speed of the blowjob. Moans hit the air as Maximus flexed his hips, driving his cock into Gabriel’s mouth. The shifter accepted the dick down his throat…and purred. Maximus flew apart, climaxing, a heavy moan ripped from him. Gabriel swallowed, continuing to purr as cum filled his mouth.
“Fuck.” A tremor went through Maximus when Gabriel swirled his tongue around the slit of the vampyr’s waning erection.
Maximus tugged Gabriel’s head back and yanked him to his feet. They embraced to a loud ovation.
Chapter Four
From across the street, Sameya watched Gabriel and the dark haired male make love in front of everyone. Even with her superior hearing, coupled with the noise of the Bourbon Street revelry, she couldn’t catch most of their conversation. She’d heard only one thing. They were searching for someone. A female.
Following Gabriel from the pub to his hotel room was either clever or a blunder. She hadn’t decided which, but she leaned more toward a serious miscalculation even if she liked what she saw.
Sameya had taken only a handful of lovers during her life, none of them making it beyond a one-night stand. What was the point when enjoying sex wasn’t an option except for with her mate? Damn unfair. Sirens were the only breeds incapable of climaxing without their significant other. All of her sexual encounters had been for political reasons.
But what Gabriel shared with this other man…it was revealing. Love and respect guided the act, and damn the shifter had growled when he came. Had bitten into the shoulder of the dark haired male, too, right over the mating mark she assumed he’d left long ago.