The Sugared Game - K.J. Charles Page 0,41

not. He moved silently to hands and knees, and Will got behind him, steadying himself with a hand to the shoulder. He eased forward. “Tell me when?”

Kim breathed out. “Now.”

Will pushed in, felt the ring of muscle give. Kim was tight around him, his back rigid under Will’s hand. Will took it slowly, in part because he was wary about causing hurt, in part because his ribs hurt considerably from Fuller’s kicks, and in part because he was about an inch from coming, which would be a poor show after all the big talk. He paused to give himself a minatory squeeze, and carried on, listening to Kim’s harsh breaths, working his way deeper, in and out, until they were both ready. He got hold of Kim’s hips. “All right?”

“More than.”

“Still remember your name?”

“There’s an Aloysius in there to forget. For Christ’s sake—”

Will thrust in, pulling with his hands at the same time, slamming in almost harder than he’d meant. Kim cried out, a yell that rang off the walls, and snarled, “Again, you bastard,” before Will could question him. So he did it again, finding a rhythm, Kim shouting with each thrust as if it hurt but shoving back hard against him for the next.

“Legs wider,” Will rasped, shoving one thigh. “I want you—” He couldn’t think of a word. “Spatchcocked.”

Kim made a noise that could have been a laugh or a sob and obeyed, going down to his elbows for balance. Will leaned forward, making him take his weight, and wrapped an arm round his hip, under his belly, capturing his prick. He lost some of the leverage this way but gravity made up for it, and he fucked Kim frantically in a call-and-response of cries and thrusts until he heard the timbre of his lover’s voice change in a way he recognised.

“Oh, there you go,” he gasped. “What’s your name?”

“Who fucking cares?”

“You love it. You’re going to come with every inch of me in you and love it.”

Kim’s legs gave way and he fell forward onto the bed, trapping Will’s arm under his belly. Will thrust hard—I’ll break the bed for you if that’s what you want—giving up on holding himself back as he heard Kim gasp and sob his pleasure, driving for his own climax, emptying his balls and his bone marrow and his heart into Kim.

He fell forward over the other’s back, face in his neck, wondering vaguely if he’d had a stroke. There were multicoloured dots swimming in his vision.

“Good Lord,” Kim said after a few moments. “You’re a man of your word.”

“Was that—”

“It was. It really was.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“Not in any way I wouldn’t pay good money for.”

Will heaved himself up onto his elbows and eased out with a wince. “Bit of a mess.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

His manservant must be extremely understanding. Will flopped onto his back. Kim rolled far enough onto his side to sling an arm over him.

He’d fallen asleep within seconds, the only other time they’d done this. Being awake made a fellow a bit self-conscious. He wanted to ask again if Kim had really liked it that way, but it seemed too close to fishing for compliments.

“Was that good for you?” Kim asked abruptly. “I know it’s not your preference.”

“Bloody good. It’s strong meat, but God, Kim. The way you are.” He put his hand up to meet the one draped over him. Kim’s fingers laced into his so easily and naturally. “You make me feel like a prize bull.”

“You have reason to,” Kim assured him. “And on that note, I am going to claim the privilege of first wash.” He pulled Will’s hand over, kissed the knuckles, and swung himself out of bed, not without an intake of breath. Something probably stung.

Will lay back in a warm haze of sated desire. Like the sheets, it began to cool fairly quickly.

He wasn’t fool enough to think that a good bout in bed solved anything, or that Kim’s wounds were in his power to heal. He didn’t delude himself that asking Kim to tell him the truth meant it would happen, either. They’d been honest with one another as far as it went, and that was something, maybe even a lot, but Will had a feeling all it had achieved was to dig their foxhole deeper.

Kim was taking up an alarming amount of space in his mind. If he was thinking this much about a woman, he’d have no trouble finding a name for it. He dropped an arm