Huntsman - Morgan Brice Page 0,35

and Russ brought his hand up to stroke Liam’s cheek. Liam pressed into Russ’s palm, kissing back with intent.

Liam’s tongue flicked against Russ’s lips, and Russ let him in, intrigued that Liam took the lead. Most of the men Russ had dated just assumed that because he was tall and muscular—and a wolf shifter—he would automatically want to be in charge. He did—sometimes. That had been something he’d appreciated about his relationship with Anthony, that it had been equal in every way.

He’d expected that thoughts of his late husband would dim his mood, but to his surprise they didn’t. Instead, a sense of calm certainty flooded over him, reinforcing his gut feeling that this was the right thing to do.

Liam’s tongue explored Russ’s mouth, taking his time. Russ changed the angle of the kiss and let his tongue slide over Liam’s soft lips, lapping and licking, finding his sensitive places.

Russ slipped an arm around Liam’s shoulders, pulling him closer, and Liam obliged, pressing up against his side. Liam’s hands slid down Russ’s chest, tracing the cut of his muscles. Russ cradled Liam’s face with one broad palm, but let his other hand run down Liam’s arm, finding strong muscles that added to the image his imagination supplied of Liam without a shirt.

Their kisses turned breathless and hungry. Russ brought his hand up to run his fingers through Liam’s red hair. Liam’s hands moved across Russ’s shoulders, down his arms, then over his chest again, as if he were mapping and memorizing every inch.

Liam crawled onto Russ’s lap, one knee on each side of his thighs, never breaking their kiss. Russ slid his hands down Liam’s back, then cupped his toned ass and brought him close enough to feel their erections press together in delicious friction.

If he had any doubts about Liam being on board, the way he ground against him answered the question. Russ kissed his way down Liam’s face, from his cheekbones down the line of his jaw, then to his lips again, savoring a few more moments. By this time of the day, both of them sported enough stubble to add a sexy scrape when they moved against each other, which Russ had to admit had always been a turn on.

Liam moaned and arched back, changing the angle of their cocks and baring that beautiful length of throat. Russ accepted the invitation and explored the expanse of skin, licking and kissing, aware of the pulse beneath his lips and the heady rush of Liam’s scent.

“What do you want?” Russ asked quietly, not sure how far either of them were ready to take this, prepared to step away if Liam had already reached his limit, but hoping for more.

Liam gave a throaty chuckle. “I want to come and make you come, but I’d rather not cream my pants.” He rubbed them together again to make his point, and Russ fought back a growl.

Russ brought his hand between them, going to the buckle of Liam’s belt. “This okay?” he murmured, as he moved to work it open.

“Yes. Please.” The sheer want in Liam’s voice made Russ catch his breath.

Russ opened Liam’s fly, and Liam shifted to allow Russ to push his jeans and briefs down his thighs and then take hold of his hard, dripping cock. He couldn’t see much from this angle, but he liked the feel, steel beneath velvet, uncut.

Liam fumbled with Russ’s jeans, pushing them down until he could get his lover’s cock in hand, and Russ caught his breath, overwhelmed by sensation. He hadn’t felt the touch of any but his own hand since…and now he realized how much he had missed that connection.

Russ brought their cocks together in his larger hand, and Liam helped complete the grip, forming a pre-come slicked tunnel for them to fuck into, rubbing against Russ’s calloused palm and Liam’s softer skin.

Liam had one hand on Russ’s shoulder, steadying himself as he rutted into the channel of their hands. Russ bucked his hips, matching him stroke for stroke, unable to take his eyes off how Liam’s sinewy body moved in an erotic dance.

“Oh!” Liam’s climax seemed to catch him by surprise, and his whole body went rigid, head thrown back, thighs clamping tightly against Russ’s hips as he shot over their joined hands.

Russ was just a few strokes behind him, crying out with his release, adding his come to Liam’s.

Liam fell forward, resting his forehead on Russ’s shoulder. Russ knew he would keep that image of Liam in his mind forever—mussed