“Promises, promises…” Kit mused.
This close, the scent of Kit’s skin hit Ross hard. “Jesus, you reek of her. Kit…?” He left the question at that. It wasn’t as if it needed any further qualification, they both knew what he was asking, and Kit didn’t try to conceal the truth. Maintaining eye contact with Ross, Kit held out two fingers of his right hand.
“That’s all, I swear. Maybe we should all be together the first time.”
Unlike the others, the nails of the fore and index fingers were clean. Ross sniffed at them and then sucked them into his mouth. The unmistakable taste of his girlfriend’s body flooded his taste buds. Part of him felt consumed with rage, the rest sank into the mire of…arousal. While he hadn’t actually invited Kit to make a move on Evie, he hadn’t specifically forbidden it either. He could rationalize it to himself as an unnecessary act. Normal people respected relationship boundaries. The thing was, his relationship with Kit had never been remotely normal. It had been voyeuristic and obsessive, painful, incredible, and in the final moments before he’d left for Japan, blissfully intense.
Ross tightened his grip on Kit’s balls, so that his thumb dug into the skin between them at their base, making Kit gasp and hop up onto his toes. Shit—if his squirming didn’t turn Ross on. Heat rushed to his groin, and he experienced a burning urge to thrust his hands inside his pants and squeeze his cock. He squeezed Kit’s instead, causing another gasp to escape his friend’s lips.
Ross stared at those sensual lips, and the five o’ clock shadow above, and craved the kiss he’d tried so hard to reject a week ago. He pressed himself up against Kit’s body and breathed in the stink of him. He’d been labouring, and there’d been their little phone tryst earlier coupled with whatever he’d been getting up to with Evie to make him sweat, so that his pheromones clung to him like aftershave. “In there, right now.” He let go of Kit long enough to open the coalhouse door and back him inside. He let the wind blow the door shut behind them. “I’ve had just as much as I can take from you. What is it you want, Kit?”
“You know what I want. I want you, and I want Evie.”
“You hardly know her.”
“I don’t need to know her. I know you. I can see she’s the right one.”
“You tried this before, remember?”
“That was different: different woman, different time, different expectations. Besides, I wasn’t the outsider that time.”
“And if I don’t want you involved?”
“Just say the word, Ross.” Kit reached out a hand towards him and briefly brushed Ross’s jaw line before clasping his shoulder. “You know I’ll back off.”
“Damn you!” Ross grabbed Kit’s collar and yanked his head forward. Such a fine, fine line was drawn between what he wanted to do next. His fingers curled tighter on the fabric, until his knuckles ached. Kit’s lips were enticingly parted. Ross fell to his knees.
The scent of Kit was even stronger now. Ross rubbed his face up against the V at the top of Kit’s thigh and licked at his clean-shaven balls. He wondered if he could persuade him to let the hair grow in again. He liked a bit of camouflage down there.
Kit laced his fingers through Ross’s hair. “Is this your decision, or just a torment, because I’d rather not stand here freezing my nuts off if…” His words faltered as Ross wrapped his palm around Kit’s cock and swirled his tongue around the head. “Fuck!” Kit closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
“Not today,” said Ross. He teased his tongue over the sensitive slitted-eye again.
“Oh, fuck,” swore Kit, pushing forward from the hips, his voice an agitated purr.
“Easy, tiger.”
Kit pulled his hair, trying to draw him closer, which made Ross laugh.
“I ought to get up and leave you like this.”
Kit’s eyes flickered open, beneath his long, dark eyelashes, his pupils widely dilated.
“But you know what? I can’t. I can’t do it, Kit. As much as I want to walk away, I want to taste you too much.” He caught a bead of precome on his tongue and rolled the taste around his mouth. “Beg me. I want to hear it.”
“Pissing hell!” Kit gulped. “I’ve waited six fucking years for this and you want me to prostrate myself?”
Ross ran his hands up and down the tightly clenched muscles of Kit’s thighs, unable to stop himself touching but holding out for a little politeness. When it didn’t immediately come, he forced himself to stop and breathe.
Kit’s teeth chattered.
“Okay. Please,” he hissed when he realized Ross was genuinely going to leave him hanging.
The taste of Kit soon covered Ross’s lips and tongue. He sucked, relishing the hint of aggression behind each thrust. This felt so right, he could hardly keep focused enough to keep his teeth out of the way. But while sucking was good, it wasn’t going to be enough long term. He wanted more intimacy than that.
His thoughts quickly turned to Kit’s earlier suggestion. They’d never actually ventured as far as penetration before. In truth, they’d barely ventured along the path of touching one another without a woman present to make it okay. This was pushing things in a very different direction—one he found scarily attractive. He might not have fucked a guy before, but he could imagine exactly how it would feel—hot and tight and thrillingly taboo.
The idea of having Evie with them, watching them together like that was like adding a sprinkle of rocket fuel to an already roaring blaze, and sent his libido sky high.
