The Sugared Game - K.J. Charles Page 0,40

leaned over, and kissed him hard.

Will grabbed his shoulder, feeling the tension, still holding his other hand. They kissed savagely, tongues tangling, need rising fast, and if this was a way for Kim not to talk about things any more, Will could live with that for now.

Kim threw a thigh over Will and pulled himself across so he was sitting over his lap, leaning forward to keep their mouths joined, hips and pricks rubbing together. Will freed his hand and grabbed Kim’s dark head, the stupid beautiful lying hurting bastard that he was.

“Just...” He didn’t know what to say. Stay with me. Talk to me. Hide in me if you have to. Don’t be alone. “Jesus. Kim.”

“I need you to fuck me,” Kim said against his mouth. “Please.”

“So do I.”

Kim leaned over to get the Vaseline from his bedside drawer, clamping his thighs over Will’s to keep his balance, with interesting effect. Will took the opportunity to run his hand over Kim’s arse, buttocks tense with the movement. Kim purred, and Will hauled him up with one arm to keep him sprawled over his lap, stroking the bare flesh, feeling the prick hot and hard against his leg. He ran his fingers lightly over Kim’s skin, down the cleft of his arse, between his legs. Kim spasmed under him.

“Tell me again,” Will said, hoarsely. “Let me hear it.”

“I want you to fuck me. I want you in me and all over me.”

Will pressed up with his thigh. “You’re hard for me. For this. You know how much that makes me want you?”

Kim whimpered. Good. Will wanted him mewling, and desperate, and not thinking about anything else. More, he wanted to take charge. Last time, which had been Will’s second go at the act in his life, Kim had had to talk him through it. He planned to do better now.

He got his rough hand over the muscle and flesh of one arse cheek, squeezing it. “Christ, I want this. And I’m having it.”

Kim widened his legs obligingly. Will let his fingers delve between, over the crinkled skin of his balls, up and down the divide of his arse, stroking and rubbing as Kim rocked on his lap. He took the Vaseline from the bed where Kim had put it and scooped out what seemed even to him an excessive amount, just in case. “Suppose I get a finger up you.”

Kim made a needy noise. Will steeled himself—it was all very well talking like he knew what he was doing, but Kim had done this bit last time—found the opening, and gently eased a very slippery finger in.

It was tight, and hot. He slid the fingertip in and out, tiny motions, gaining confidence. Kim moaned.

“You want this,” Will told him. He pushed a little further, feeling the muscle around the digit. “And I know how much you want it, and that is driving me out of my mind. Tell me again.”

“I need it. I need you. I want you to fuck me till I forget my own name.”

“What, all of it?”

“Take that as a hint.”

Kim was squirming on Will’s lap, rocking back and forth against the exploring finger. Will pushed it in to the knuckle, brushing against a hard knot.

Kim made a high-pitched noise, muscles stiffening. Will rubbed the nub, watching him jerk. Kim had taught him about this last time, that men had something like a woman’s clit up there, and that seemed about right given the reaction he was getting. He had a sudden urge to find out for himself, because Kim’s fingers were clutching at nothing and his toes were curling. Maybe one day. Right now he had Kim Secretan writhing like a landed fish, and Will had never felt so powerful in his life.

“God, you love this. You should be ashamed of yourself, how much you love this.”

“Oh, I am,” Kim assured him breathlessly. “Utterly. Now embarrass me till I can’t walk.”

Will withdrew his hand and scooped up another glob of Vaseline. “Up.”

Kim manoeuvred himself up one lanky limb at a time. It seemed to take some effort. He sat back on his heels, watching as Will smeared the petroleum jelly over his own cock, taking his time because of the expression in Kim’s eyes at the display.

“Christ,” Kim said. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Might be.”

“Carry on.”

“Pleasure.” Will knelt up. “What’s the best position for me to ram it right through you?”

Possibly that was a bit much. Then again, Kim’s eyes widened quite magnificently, so maybe