Spell Cat by Tara Lain Page 0,25

against his mouth. Human lips. Forbidden lips. No, the human was out of the question. He had to get over him. This would do it. He smiled and tried to ungrit his teeth.

Moran nuzzled Killian’s neck. “So, Witch Master, have you enjoyed your evening so far?”

He might have enjoyed being called Killian more than Witch Master. Oh well, why split hairs? “Very much.”

The questing lips found his ear and whispered, “I hope it’s not over.”

Deep breath. Plunge in. “I also hope it will continue.”

Moran’s whisper tickled his ear. “So what do you like? Do you enjoy fellatio?”

“Yes.”

“Giving or receiving?”

“Both.”

“Well, since I already ate a lot of dessert, perhaps I can be your dessert?”

A touch too coy. Killian pulled back from the teasing lips and looked Moran in the eye. “Are you asking if I’d like to suck your cock?”

Moran looked confused. “Yes, I guess I am.”

Killian took a deep breath. “Well, the answer is yes, so would you like to take off your own pants, or shall I remove them for you?”

“My, my, you can be direct when you want to be.”

“Yes.” He smiled.

“I think I would like to see you naked, so why don’t we both do our own disrobing and then enjoy the results?” Moran rose and walked a few paces from the couch.

Killian cocked his head. “Are you presuming you’re going to get more than a blowjob out of this evening?”

Moran opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Killian laughed. “I’m sorry. I’m teasing. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed being romanced all evening, and I will enjoy much more of the same, but I’m a grown-up, and I have had sex before. You don’t have to treat me with kid gloves.” Killian unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He held his hands tightly, so Moran wouldn’t see them shaking.

Moran gave a soft whistle. “You’re so slim and yet beautifully muscled. Like alabaster. A perfect picture.” Moran smiled and winked, then pulled his sweater over his head. The wink was a bit much, but the results were rewarding. Moran’s powerful upper body, suggested under the garment, was droolworthy, covered by a light contour of brown hair on his pecs and arrowing down his belly into the trousers.

Killian smiled. At least he could be honest. “You’re pretty delicious yourself.”

“Ah, but here is your meal.” Moran slowly unfastened and pulled down his trousers, showing off a bulge in a black thong. Hmm. That wouldn’t have been Killian’s first choice in underwear, but he could get used to it. Moran turned his back, revealing a nicely muscled pair of buttocks outlined by the thong. He pulled the thong down and stepped out of it, looked over his shoulder flirtatiously, then turned with a definite flourish, revealing a nicely shaped, average-size penis. Perhaps not worthy of a letter home, but quite adequate.

Okay, some comment was required in response to the drama of the moment. “Beautiful.”

Good. Moran didn’t look disappointed in Killian’s moderate response. The witch walked, with half-hard cock swinging, toward Killian. “Time for dessert.”

Moran knelt on the couch beside Killian. The cock bounced at eye level. Killian liked oral sex—and he’d promised.

Moran wrapped an arm around Killian’s head and twined his hand into Killian’s long hair. Hmm. Not completely comfortable—

Snap. Killian’s head was jerked back by his hair. Moran’s mouth descended. His lips pressed hard against Killian’s, and his tongue slipped deep into Killian’s mouth.

Killian liked kissing a lot. If he could just relax, maybe this would be enjoyable. He opened his mouth as much as he could against the pressure of Moran’s lips. The man’s tongue pressed back into Killian’s throat. Okay, too much. He softened his mouth, and Moran responded, but, ouch, he kept pulling his hair.

Suddenly Moran’s hand and mouth released him, and Killian fell against the couch back. Moran scooted forward a couple inches and thrust his penis at Killian’s mouth. Time to pay the piper.

Killian wrapped a hand around Moran’s cock and licked the head. Moran moaned nicely. Good. Killian snaked his tongue up one side of the cock and down the other. He had to move his hand to uncover sufficient territory for licking. Tried not to make that too obvious. Moran tasted salty and a little bitter, but not unpleasant.

“Ooooh, Witch Master, that’s great. Don’t stop.”

With tongue skills warmed up, he swallowed the cock to the balls.

“Powers. Yes!”

It wasn’t hard to deep-throat this dick, though deep might have been overstating its reach. Killian took it as far down his throat as its length allowed and then