Huntsman - Morgan Brice Page 0,46

want to.” He sucked on Liam’s bottom lip and added a gentle scrape of teeth that sent a shiver through Liam’s entire body. Liam sucked on Russ’s tongue, doing wonderful, erotic things with the flicking of his own tongue against the captured flesh, making promises about what he would like to do with Russ’s cock.

Liam stripped out of his shirt and dropped it on the floor. He pushed his hands under Russ’s shirt, and Russ happily accommodated him, yanking it over his head and adding it to the pile. Jeans and underwear came off in a hurried slide until they were finally both naked.

Russ licked his lips, taking in the gorgeous man in front of him. A dusting of cinnamon hair covered Liam’s pale skin, darker where a ginger happy trail led to his very hard cock. Russ ran his hands down Liam’s chest, appreciating the toned body and lean muscles.

Liam chuckled. “The way you’re licking your lips makes me feel like Little Red Riding Hood.”

“Oh, Red, I will be glad to be your big, bad wolf,” Russ teased, raking Liam with an appreciative gaze that sent an adorable blush to the other man’s ears.

“And I’d like to be riding you, so it sounds like we’re both in the right story,” Liam replied with a flirty wink.

Russ shifted, giving Liam a better view of his own painfully stiff dick. Liam traced Russ’s muscles, from his defined pecs down washboard abs. Russ had more body scruff, brown and gray like his hair, which he tried to tame with some careful manscaping. From the way Liam petted him, Russ got the idea that his partner didn’t mind at all.

He moved forward and kissed Liam on the lips. “You’re sure about this? No pressure.”

Liam nodded, although Russ thought he still looked a little nervous. “Yes. Except…maybe we can wait a little bit on the biting part? I want to… I just need to get my nerve up for that.”

Russ hushed his wolf, who was eager to mark and claim. “There’s no rush. Whatever you want, when you want it.”

A mischievous gleam came into Liam’s eyes, making them more like the amber of his fox. He reached down between them and gave Russ’s ample cock a tug. “I want you.”

“How do you want to do it?”

Liam got up and walked around the couch. Then he leaned onto his forearms, pressing them against the back of the couch, while he spread his legs wide and offered up his pert ass. “Will this do?” he asked, feigning innocence.

“Oh, I’ll do you real good like that,” Russ promised. “Let me grab stuff. I’ll be right back.”

He returned with lube and paused to take in the perfect image of Liam shamelessly putting himself on display. His cock managed to get even harder, balls already heavy and aching.

Russ came to stand behind Liam and bent to kiss down the rise of his spine. He rubbed against Liam’s ass and thighs, close enough that his rough body hair promised a delicious burn. Liam shimmied back against him, and Russ thought he was going to lose it right then.

“Um, I don’t know if you know that shifters don’t get STDs like humans,” Russ said.

“I picked up one of the ‘learning about your shifter self’ books out of the library and skipped to the good parts,” Liam admitted. “My education was a bit thin on that side of things. But, thank you. And…I’m ready to feel you.” He waggled his hips, just to make his point clear.

Russ slicked up one hand and reached around to grip Liam’s cock and began to stroke slowly while he spread Liam’s cheeks wide with the other and started to lick down his crack. Liam groaned, and his entire body trembled, giving Russ the idea he was on the right track.

“Oh, God. Is that rimming? Fuck, that feels amazing. I might not make it to the main event. Holy shit!”

Russ chuckled as he kept exploring, loving the sounds he drew from his lover as the tip of his tongue traced the rim of Liam’s tight rosette. He nosed lower, losing himself in the scent of Liam’s intimate musk, sliding the flat of his tongue along the taint, and gently sucking on one of his balls and then the other.

Liam thrust back against him and then fucked forward into his fist, making desperate little noises in his throat. A sheen of sweat covered Liam’s skin. From Liam’s reactions, Russ guessed that his past partners hadn’t taken much time