Just a Little Heartache (The Brotherhood #5) - Merry Farmer Page 0,23

a kiss that startled Niall and robbed him of all sense. Better still, Blake groaned deep in his throat as he kissed Niall furiously, as though his emotions were so intense that he couldn’t keep them in check for another second.

“Niall,” Blake sighed, kissing him harder. He brushed his tongue along the seam of Niall’s lips until they parted, then slipped inside to taste Niall with an even deeper sigh.

As soon as Niall realized his arms were flailing uselessly in shock at the intensity of the kiss, he reached for Blake, embracing him and digging his fingertips into the broad plane of his back. “Yes,” he sighed before he could stop himself, then returned Blake’s kiss passionately to hide the madness that was rising up to consume him.

Blake clasped Niall close in turn, the heat of his body sizzling against Niall’s. Blake’s breath came in sharp, shallow gasps as he alternated between kissing Niall’s lips and brushing his lips and teeth along Niall’s jaw. He kissed his way to Niall’s neck as well, leaning into him so forcefully that Niall stumbled backward. He backpedaled all the way into the piano, sitting hard on the keys and causing a riot of discordant sound.

Blake laughed breathlessly at that as he pushed Niall’s unbuttoned jacket off of his shoulders. His hands fumbled with the buttons of Niall’s waistcoat a moment later, then tugged the hem of Niall’s shirt out of his trousers. Niall was certain he had died and gone to heaven as Blake’s dexterous hands spread across the bare skin of his sides.

It was proof that Blake wanted him and more, and it made Niall bolder than he’d ever dreamed he would be. He mirrored Blake’s actions, pulling his shirt up so that he could touch Blake’s sides and stomach. He wanted so much more than that, though, and fumbled with the fastenings of Blake’s trousers.

Blake gasped audibly as Niall reached in to stroke his already hard cock. Feeling how hot and alive and thick Blake was had Niall’s own prick jerking to be freed in his trousers. He explored Blake fully, hungry beyond measure, cupping his balls and learning everything he could about how Blake felt and reacted to his touch. The slickness of pre-cum at Blake’s tip said more than words ever could about how ready Blake was for everything Niall wanted from him.

And he wanted everything.

He somehow found the strength to push against Blake, flipping their positions so that Blake sat hard against the piano keys with another discordant blast. Niall leaned into him, making quick work of the fastenings of his own trousers, then guiding Blake to handle him. Blake complied eagerly and breathlessly, nearly sending Niall over the edge with the first stroke. It felt so unbelievably good to have Blake’s hand on him, exploring the way he’d just done, that Niall whimpered at the sensation.

He wasn’t going to last, but somehow that only spurred him on. He kissed Blake mercilessly as the pressure built within him. Their open mouths were hungry for each other, but better still, Blake seemed hell-bent on making Niall come. His touch felt so good that Niall wouldn’t have been able to stop himself if he’d tried. He came with a shattering force, moaning into Blake’s mouth in the middle of a kiss and spilling into his hand. Blake gasped, his eyes going wide for a moment.

Those gorgeous eyes narrowed with hazy passion, then closed entirely as Niall sank to his knees. He might have been loose and dazed after coming, but he wasn’t done yet. He drew Blake’s trousers down to his thighs, then took his thick, hard cock in hand, positioning it how he wanted it. And he wanted it desperately. He kissed and licked the slickness from Blake’s head before unapologetically drawing the whole thing into his mouth.

Blake groaned with pleasure and gripped the edge of the piano hard, sending more discordant notes soaring. Niall reveled in the intensity of Blake’s pleasure and abandoned any semblance of politeness or decorum to suck him like there was no tomorrow. He loved every second of it, even though Blake’s size took some getting used to. His own discomfort was nothing to the desperate pants and sounds Blake made. Niall made merciless use of his tongue and moaned himself as he sent Blake rocketing toward the edge. Blake came with a profane cry as Niall swallowed him reflexively.

It was all so good that once it was over, Niall rested his forehead against