Duck Duck Ghost by Rhys Ford

Author:Rhys Ford [Ford, Rhys]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-09-09T16:00:00+00:00

THE STORM raged outside, but Wolf heard only Tristan’s soft cries for more. They’d grabbed a bottle of lube, driven more by need than by design. In the dark, it proved to be a crapshoot. Wolf was hoping for something utilitarian. What they got was a self-warming tropical scented oil Tristan playfully referred to as Fruit Lubes.

While the coconut and mango were a nice scent on Tristan’s pale skin, the slick oil helped Wolf ease his fingers into Tristan’s tight body.

The man’s hole was greedy, sucking him in with every twist of Tristan’s hips. Wolf slowed his exploration, concentrating on wrapping his lips around the base of Tristan’s shaft, then gliding slowly up to its head. He daubed at the slit he found there among the velvety skin, sucking at the salty pungency of Tristan’s burgeoning seed.

He played at Tristan’s entrance, sliding in a tip of his finger, then two, drawing out the process while Tristan writhed on his hand and in his mouth. They’d gone from playful to serious in the span of a few kisses. His mouth still burned from the heat of Tristan’s lips, and the already storm-broken silence was now filled with their soft murmurs.

Wolf couldn’t imagine what he’d been thinking when he’d stormed out of the Grange. Except perhaps he’d been driven more by fear than any sense of anger. The blond man had burrowed under Wolf’s skin, too deep to shake off, even if Wolf really wanted to. After a lifetime of drifting on the edges of relationships—hell, on the edge of his own family—Tristan had become home for him.

A home he was so scared of losing, like he’d lost every tangible thread tying him to permanence before he’d met the quirky, stubborn artist he was playing like a fiddle.

Quite the loud fiddle with strong fingers, Wolf thought as Tristan yanked on his hair.

“Want me inside of you, babe?” Wolf murmured around Tristan’s cock head. “Or maybe to play with you a little bit more?”

He slid his finger around Tristan’s rim, a slow skim over the tight muscled ring. His own cock was dewing as much moisture as the storm beating at the room’s windows. A flash of lightning poured silver over Tristan’s splayed-out body and burned the image of porcelain, shadows, and sweat into Wolf’s mind. His lover’s mouth was parted, lips pulled open as if mirroring the gaping acceptance of his entrance as Wolf delved even deeper into his passage. The musky, sensual tang of Tristan’s body rode over the lingering sweetness of the lubricant, and Wolf grinned, knowing he’d have to lather himself up in the fruity concoction soon.

Tristan’s body was primed, begging to take him in, and Wolf didn’t want to waste any time plunging into the man’s hot clench.

He rolled a condom down his cock, and it snapped at the base. Wincing slightly at the sting, Wolf scrambled for the bottle they’d left somewhere on the bed. He found it near Tristan’s hip, then used his teeth to open the cap, keeping his fingers riding Tristan’s rim.

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