Joker (Hell's Ankhor #8) - Aiden Bates Page 0,46

said with something close to fondness in his voice. “Yeah, I’ll give it to you.”

A condom wrapper crinkled, then another kiss at my nape as Brennan fit one hand around my hip, and then the blunt head of his cock pressed against my hole.

“Fuck, Joker,” Brennan whimpered against my neck. His chest was flush against my back. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last.”

“That good, huh?” I teased. I reached back to fold one hand over his at my hip, keeping him in place, and then I shifted my hips back.

Brennan groaned low and long as he pushed inside me. He shivered, a full-body tremble as he went slowly, slowly, until he was all the way inside me. Then he paused, chest against my back, breathing hard.

Fuck, it felt good. Incredibly good, brain-meltingly good—hot, hard, and overwhelming, driving any other thoughts from my mind. Like my world narrowed to just this, just Brennan’s cock deep inside me and his breath hot across the back of my neck. He paused for a moment, and I felt deliciously pinned. Both in control and totally at his mercy. Because he was falling apart just as much as me, his breath stuttering the same as mine.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Brennan groaned.

“Move,” I demanded, shifting my hips under him.

He hissed at the sensation then he straightened up. He kept one hand at my hip, the other smoothing across my back. And then he slowly, slowly, pulled his cock out, until just the head was inside me, then snapped his hips back in. Hard. And fast.

My vision went white. He hit that place inside me, dead on, and the pleasure was so intense it was like it started deep in my hips and traveled all the way to my fingertips. I moaned low and long. He did it again, and again, establishing a deep, steady pace that had me gasping and shaking against the workbench.

“Fuck, Joker,” Brennan groaned as he fucked me. “Feels good?”

“Yeah,” I said, and for all the shit I’d talked earlier, I couldn’t seem to form sentences now. My brain was static, nothing but pleasure, desire, the powerful sensation of Brennan’s cock coring me.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Brennan said again, a little awed like he still couldn’t believe it. “Shit, I’m close.”

“Yeah,” I murmured again, dropping my head low, still held up by my forearms on the surface of the bench. “Yeah, lemme feel it.”

“Fuck,” Brennan groaned, and then slid his hand from my hip around to my abs. I shivered under his touch, and then finally, finally, he gripped my cock and stroked me in time with his thrusts. His pace got a little faster, a little more erratic, and I pushed back at his pace to meet him.

Brennan groaned again, his grip going sloppy as his hips stuttered hard and his cock throbbed as he spilled into the condom. Fuck, I was close from the sensation of it, and Brennan seemed to be able to tell. He stayed inside me and jerked me off fast and tight, while he mouthed wet, hot kisses at my neck and shoulder, whispering dirty nonsense against my skin in between.

God, I was tense all over—felt like I’d been on the edge ever since the moment he wrapped his lips around my cock. And having him draped over me jerking me off like this, it didn’t take long for the pressure in my hips to tighten and coil and then—

Stars. Fireworks behind my eyelids. Some sound clawed out of my throat as I came long and hard. It felt amazing, pleasure rocketing through me as every muscle tensed and released, Brennan’s touch only heightening the sensation.

In the aftershocks, I slumped onto the workbench with a sigh.

Brennan pulled out slowly, got rid of the condom, then smiled and rubbed my back and shoulders soothingly. I slowly dragged myself to my feet, a little loopy and tired and warm all over, and tugged him in close for a kiss.

“Hi,” Brennan said, smiling against my lips.

“Hi,” I said.

“Let’s get our jeans on,” he said. “And come inside. There’s a real bed there.”

And to my own surprise, I couldn’t think of a single reason to turn him down.

16

Brennan

I woke up before my alarm to the sunlight streaming in the blinds on the big window in my bedroom. I turned over and propped myself up on one elbow, gazing down at Joker sprawled in my bed.

He was still dead asleep, sprawled on his belly with his arms folded beneath the pillow. The comforter