Hidden Passions (4 page)

This was what he'd been born for.

Chris growled softly against his neck. "You want this, don't you? You're dying for someone to master you."

Tony panted, his hands curling into fists on the bed covers. Chris reached past his head for the jar of lube. The sound of him unscrewing it was titillating, the quickened rush of Chris's respiration as he scooped out the slippery stuff. Tony's back arched even before Chris's slick hot fingers found his asshole.

"Oh God," he gasped as two of them squeezed in.

Chris's free hand clamped behind Tony's neck to restrain his near-violent writhing. "Tell me if anything I do hurts. If it does, I'll wait until you relax some more."

Robbed of speech, Tony groaned and thrust his butt closer.

Chris let out a raspy laugh. "Okay. I'll take that as a go-ahead."

Tony had never felt anything as good as Chris's big, slightly curved fingers massaging him inside. He'd always resisted letting females play this way, for fear his true desires would betray themselves. Nerves he hadn't known he had were singing. His tight outer reaches itched pleasantly, some hot spot deep within him throbbing out a plea for Chris's lovely stroking to stretch to it.

"I need you," he said when they wouldn't reach. "I need you inside me."

Chris was strong, but Tony got one shoulder far enough off the bed to crane around toward his tormentor. Chris's face was flushed, his features taut with intensity. Caught up in what he was doing, he looked up in surprise at Tony's words.

"You sure?" he asked. "I can get you readier."

Stabs of overexcited pleasure were shooting up Tony's cock. "I'm a little too ready," he confessed.

Chris flashed a very white, very toothy grin. "You want me to take you in this position or face to face?"

"We can do that?" he blurted.

This was a stupid question, apparently. He blushed when Chris chuckled. "Dude, don't you watch porn at all?"

"I was afraid to. I thought what I couldn't have would depress me."

Chris's grin softened. He had smile lines around his eyes that Tony really liked. "You have some lost time to make up for, don't you?"

"Face to face," Tony said, answering his previous question. He hesitated. "Unless you like the other way better."

"I like face to face. I like seeing my partner's expression." His voice had sunk, like he was threatening and teasing Tony at the same time.

"Your partners see yours too," Tony said.

Chris nipped his scruff again, holding the skin for a shivery moment before releasing it. Tony realized the position they were in also had merits.

Chris withdrew from it anyway. "Cats are better at hiding their reactions."

"Uh-huh," Tony responded dreamily. It took a second for him to realize this could be taken as a challenge.

"No," Chris said, reading his response. "Don't try to hide from me. Watching what I do to you is a turn-on for me."

Tony could have said the same but sensed this wouldn't wind Chris's gears. Contrary to some people's claims--i.e., his older brother's--Tony knew when to shut up. Saying nothing, he crawled onto the platform bed and rolled onto his back. Chris finished dragging his boxer briefs off his legs and stood looking down at him.

"You too," Tony said, wagging his toes at him. "I want to ogle that great body."

Smiling faintly, Chris removed the rest of his clothes. He wasn't a showoff like Tony, but he wasn't shy either. He didn't have any reason to be. Firefighting kept weres in shape. Every inch of his thickly muscled body was breathtaking.

Quite a few of those inches thrust out and up from his groin. Tony could have stared at his cock all night: the veins, the flush, the sheen on the head where the skin stretched taut. His balls were drawn up. They swung a little as Chris shifted.

"Can I lube you?" Tony asked breathlessly.

"If you like," Chris said.

Tony didn't care that Chris sounded as if he were about to laugh. He rolled up onto his knees, grabbing the jar of
Tiger!
lubricant on the way. The
Tiger!
factory made condoms too. Due to their champion shifter immune systems, he and Chris wouldn't require those. With a generous scoop warmed between his palms, he lingered over slicking up Chris's erection.

This was nearly as fun as sucking him. Chris closed his eyes while Tony stroked and explored, no emotion on his features apart from periodic grimaces of pleasure. His claim that cats had poker faces wasn't exaggerated. Tony did everything to Chris that he liked himself. Every squeeze was designed to get him--every rub, every upward tug from the tendons of his groin. Pulling out the big guns, Tony rubbed the pads of his thumbs in opposing buffing motions across his glans. At last, the granite cracked. Chris laid his hand over Tony's to stop him.

"That's enough," he said huskily.

Tony grinned like the Cheshire cat.

The beta couldn't let that stand. He put his hands on Tony's shoulders, shoving once to tumble him backwards. "Bend your legs up against your chest."

Tony did as he was asked.

"Wrap your forearms behind your knees."

Too turned on to feel awkward, Tony did that as well.

Chris crawled over him on hands and knees, the grace of his beast apparent in each sinuous motion. His body cast an ominous and exciting heat shadow.

"Pull your legs wider," he demanded.

The order was harsher than before. Tony couldn't help what it did to him. As he obeyed, his breath caught like cotton within his throat.

Seeing this, Chris's manner turned kind of grim. Tony wondered why but didn't ask. The tiger took his own cock in hand. Tipping its stiffness down, he pressed the lubed-up head against Tony's tight entrance. His gaze dropped to watch the place, the sight of them almost joined clearly arousing him.

Do it
, Tony thought, unable to speak aloud.

Chris pushed slowly into him.

Tony's neck arched with pleasure. Chris swore, evidently liking the inward glide. The pressure of his entry felt incredible. His cock was thick, breaching Tony's virgin passage bit by bit. Waves of delicious heat spread out from the stretch. Every inch Chris penetrated hummed with sensation, like he was waking Tony's nerves as he went.

"Okay?" Chris gasped after he'd shoved in as far as he could go.

Tony moaned out a
yes
.

His thighs were squashed beneath Chris's substantial weight, his lungs sawing in and out. He felt so good he trembled . . . and wanted so much he didn't know how to ask for it.

A man was inside him. This man. After all those years of nothing but dreaming.

"Open your eyes," Chris said quietly.

Tony opened them. Chris didn't look grim now. His face was intent but calm.

"You feel so good inside me," Tony marveled. "If I'd known, no way could I have held off."

He probably sounded like a twit. Chris's lips slanted. "Nothing quite like taking your first dick."

He was teasing but not meanly. Tony released his thighs and wrapped his calves around Chris's ribs. He guessed that was okay, because Chris brushed a lock of hair off of Tony's forehead. The gesture was tender but casual--no big deal for the man. Tony tried not to think about the other men Chris must have done it to.

"I want the rest," Tony said. "I want you fucking me."

Chris's eyes flashed golden. For a moment, Tony thought the request might have earned him a longer wait. Luckily the cat wasn't in the mood to torture him.

"Okay," he said, shifting to dig in with his knees. "You need anything different from what I do, you only have to say."

Tony wanted exactly what Chris gave him. The cat drew back and thrust in, hard enough that his hipbones slapped Tony's ass. Tony let out a strangled sound. Chris had hit the aching spot he'd been wishing he'd stroke before.

"Again," he said. "Please, God, do that some more."

Chris laughed and did it again and again, until Tony breath whined out with pleasure. He wanted the bliss to go on forever, and he wanted to come right then.

"Hold on," Chris said. "I'm taking this up a notch."

Tony's scalp nearly caught on fire. Chris thrust faster, running over and over what Tony assumed was his prostate gland. "I can't," he said, beginning to twist beneath the barrage of good feelings. "My come's going to explode."

"You can," Chris insisted. "Don't hold your breath like that."

He didn't let up his new more determined pace, his expression as he pounded into him focused but not aggressive. He was going hard to give Tony more pleasure, because he thought Tony could take it. Just in case, Chris's attention stayed on Tony, making sure he kept on enjoying it. Tony couldn't hide that he did--and not just physically. Possibly Chris was being a responsible beta, looking out for a sexual rookie. Regardless, Tony relished being the temporary center of someone's world. His role as the pack's omega sometimes made him an afterthought. Tony certainly wasn't that to Chris. Tony was the reason the tiger's cock was as hard as diamond inside of him. Tony was the reason Chris's whole body was throbbing.

That awareness was almost too exciting. Trying to remember how to breathe, he clutched Chris's back and his claws slid out.

The partial change nicked the tiger's skin.

"Sorry," he panted when Chris reacted with a grunt.

"Nuh," he said, his chest dropping closer, his hips speeding even more. Their flesh slapped together crazily. "That's . . . good for me."

Tony guessed it was. The other man's cock stretched longer, his breath ripped into pieces by excitement.

"Shit," he cursed. "Don't tighten on me like that."

Tony couldn't help it but wasn't able to say so. The other man's fraying control aroused him too much to restrain himself. Desperate to finish it for them both, he slung his leg high around the cat's shoulder.

"Okay," Chris said, working his hand between their bellies. "I'll bring you now."

He gripped Tony's cock and squeezed. His hand was so big he engulfed Tony's erection. His thumb crooked over the sensitive head, his pinkie finding the sexual gland all wolves had at the base of their penises. The dual hot spots jangled, but the fireman didn't stroke or pull like Tony expected. He made a vise instead, moving Tony's lust-stretched skin the little bit it still could over his hard core.

Then he slammed his cock in with all his might.

The force was exactly what Tony's wolf needed. Tony went off like grenades were detonating, his climactic cry ragged. Chris returned the shout a second later, heat and wetness pumping hard into his passage.

Shifters didn't come like mundanes. When they were wound up, they could go multiple times a night. They could also pack half a dozen orgasms into one. That's what seemed to be happening now, both of them grinding, shooting, gasping for air in a frenetic drive to grab for the whole release.

The thing was a breath stealer. Tony couldn't believe the strength of his pleasure. Torrents rolled through him, one after the other. Chris wasn't feeling it any less. Growling like a true beast, he sank his fangs into Tony's shoulder, his claws pricking his butt cheeks. Tony doubted he was treating Chris's barn-door back any more kindly.

The freedom to do this with a partner he truly wanted overwhelmed his emotions. Snarling with a strange mix of pain and ecstasy, he drove his body up his impaler's. His prostate gland spasmed.

"Fuck," Chris gasped, and they shot one final burst of seed together.

The glow that swallowed him afterward was as wonderful as the climax. Giddy, Tony collapsed against the bed, disengaging from Chris in the process. His chest was sticky with his own come, his asshole pulsing with aftershocks. Blood trickled down his shoulder even as Chris's tooth marks healed.

Being mauled by a tiger was sexier than Tony could have imagined.

"Oh man," he said weakly.

Chris tried to hold his weight off Tony but his arms gave out. Tony discovered he had just enough strength to wrap his legs around him.

"I'm squashing you," Chris objected.

Snorting with amusement, Tony patted his sweaty back. "Who do you think you're lying on, cat man?"

Chris mumbled something he couldn't decipher. His head was next to Tony's, face down on the covers. Smiling, Tony lazily stroked his close-cropped hair. The tiger should grow it longer. It was a great color.

"Want a shower?" he offered.

"Too tired," Chris said. He wriggled sideways until his weight was at least half off him. "That was fast. Next time we'll take longer."

Next time
, Tony repeated to himself. Warmth spread through his relaxed body, adding a pleasant layer to his bone-deep languor from orgasm. Loving the velvet feel of the tiger's skin, he slid his hand to Chris's nape, cupping the corded column of his neck as his eyelids became too heavy to keep open.

Next time
was a nice thing to say, he thought.

~

Chris knew he shouldn't fall asleep where he was but couldn't bring himself to move. The sex they'd had was the most amazing he'd ever experienced. Mind you, he'd had good sex. Sneaking around and not getting it very often tended to whet the appetite. Tonight had been different. Tonight had been euphoric.

Even now his exhausted cock hummed with pleasure. Tony had made him come like Vesuvius. To his dismay, he'd inspired other things as well. Chris liked to dominate bed partners, but as a rule he tried not to bite them. At the least, he didn't approve of drawing blood. He'd done both to Tony, without a hope of resisting. His cat's needs had pushed him to it, which did not sit comfortably. Controlling his primal urges meant quite a lot to Chris. His only consolation was that Tony had scratched him up as well.

He truly wouldn't have guessed he and the young wolf would set off those fireworks.

It was possible Tony's newness to fucking men explained the intensity. He certainly had been into everything Chris did. Actually, he'd been into Chris period. Chris's cock twitched with memory. That blowjob the kid had started off with hadn't been bad at all.

He smiled as his brain spiraled slowly into the black hole of sleep. Tony seemed to be drifting too. His warm hand went limp behind Chris's neck, though it didn't drop completely. He guessed Tony didn't want to let go of his new toy.