The Sugared Game - K.J. Charles Page 0,29
and Kim’s hips jerked.
“Mph?”
“Don’t mind me,” Kim said, rather breathily. “Carry on. Oh God. You could use your hand if you wanted.”
Will slid his hand up and down, finding a rhythm. There was a musky, organic taste in his mouth, from the viscous stuff that came before you spent, but other than that it was easy enough. He wouldn’t say he found it particularly arousing as an act, not in the way Kim did, but his own cock was hanging heavy as he moved, and Kim’s moans were enough to keep any man going. “God. So good. Christ, you can do what you want with me. Christ Jesus, Will.”
Will’s toes were curling. He tried sucking, rather than just moving his mouth up and down, and Kim convulsed against the sofa. “God, yes. Please. No, stop, I’m going to come.”
Will moved his head away, enjoying the anguished and frankly dramatic noise Kim made. He crawled up to kiss him again, tasting both Kim and himself from Kim’s mouth, letting his hips rest over Kim’s. Their lengths rubbed together. Kim mewled in his mouth like a baby.
“God. That.”
Will moved his hand down and met Kim’s. Their fingers interlocked around both cocks, breathing hard, moving not quite in synchronisation but very nearly. The feeling of Kim, hot and hard and smooth, the shift of skin and flesh, the sound of his breath.
Kim shifted his head and his lips closed on Will’s ear, sending a shuddering wave through his nerves. He gasped aloud. Kim dragged his teeth over the lobe, traced his tongue around the folds of flesh, sucking and licking until Will was squirming with the ridiculous pleasure of it, rubbing up against the body under him. “Jesus. Kim.”
“You are beautiful,” Kim rasped. “So beautiful. My God.”
“Come with me,” Will whispered. “Oh God, I can’t—”
He bucked, unable to hold back, his spend hitting hand and belly. Kim groaned in Will’s ear, bit the lobe again, and buried his face in the crook of Will’s neck, gasping as he came.
After that, there was a very long silence.
Will didn’t want to move. Their hands were still locked over both pricks, free arms around each other’s necks, Kim’s hair in his face. It wasn’t exactly comfortable but it was comfort, of a sort Will hadn’t realised he needed.
At last Kim let out a long, warm breath against Will’s skin. “Well, that confirms that.”
“What?”
“My inability to see you without something like this happening.”
“You didn’t want this?”
“Of course I did. Painfully. I hoped that you wouldn’t.”
Will blinked. “Uh...why?”
“For all the reasons that come swarming when the door is unlocked, of course. I did hope I’d make an effort not to cause you harm, but apparently I’m not capable of that.”
“This wasn’t harm.”
“You say that now.”
Will considered that. “If there’s a nasty surprise waiting around the corner, you might warn a chap.”
“When isn’t there? Ugh. Will you promise me something?”
“What?”
“Promise first.”
“Like hell. I’m not buying a pig in a poke from you.”
Kim gave a huff of amusement. “Fine. Promise me, if you decide this was a mistake, if Mary-Alice gets in touch to say she’s divorced or you’ve just had enough—promise me you’ll say so there and then?”
“Excuse me? Seeing that you didn’t even bother to tell me this was over—”
“It wasn’t over.” Kim stated the words like an axiom. “Not for me. I’d have left it alone if you had the common sense to move on. Or if I had a scrap of decency, of course.”
Will twisted round. “What? Why would you say that?”
“Because I know myself. It’s more than you do.”
Will couldn’t really argue. He’d had a bare-bones account of Kim’s wartime shame that had led to the death of his younger brother. He knew from experience the shitty things Kim was capable of, and he was aware they sprang from a streak of warped, quixotic honour that was probably more destructive, certainly self-destructive, than simple amorality could ever be.
He was also spending his life in an effort at atonement, and when Will had been kidnapped, Kim had scoured the country for six days to find him, saved his life, and made sure his kidnapper came to a protracted and unpleasant end.
“Rubbish,” he said. “Firstly, stop talking as if you did anything but what I wanted. Secondly—well, you’re a slippery bastard, granted. You’ve made plenty of mistakes and done a lot of bad things and told an incredible number of lies. You’re an utter shit. Sorry, what was I saying? I got carried away.”
Kim choked. Will leaned