Hidden Passions (8 page)

"You are something," he murmured, taking Tony's mouth in a blistering kiss.

Tony could only moan. Well, he also grabbed Chris and kissed him back. The days it had been since he'd kissed this man multiplied. Knowing what he'd been missing made going without it worse. Now Tony needed kissing like he needed oxygen.

"Get this off," he urged, wrenching Chris's tuxedo jacket down his arms.

Chris removed it while energetically Frenching him.

God, that was good--his taste, his aggressive tongue, the hardness of his chest as they pushed against each other. Chris's long leg edged between Tony's. Tony resisted for the heady pleasure of feeling Chris force his thighs apart. The tiger was really strong, his palms clamping Tony's buttocks. His cock was steely as he rolled it beside Tony's.

Tony sucked in air at the rush of hot sensation along his dick. Even with both their clothes on, he could have come.

Panting, Chris tore free of the kiss. One hand shifted forward to Tony's bulge, his cock continuing to rub next to it. "I want to make up for hurting you."

Tony gasped louder. Chris's powerful fingers had just squeezed him.

He didn't know what to say.
You don't have to? Hurry up if you're going to?

Chris didn't need a response. He grabbed a folding chair from the jumble of equipment in the shed.

"What's that for?" Tony asked as he opened and placed it in front of him.

Chris sat, brushed his tousled bangs back, and looked up Tony's chest. His big hands settled on Tony's hips, thumbs stretched to stroke the arch of his erection. Tony ordered his wolf to shut up about who was above whom. Chris wanted to do this. A good submissive shouldn't refuse. Illumination from the running path's lampposts filtered through the small window. Chris wasn't smiling, but he was still gorgeous. A pair of red suspenders broke his white shirt into sections, making his chest seem even broader.

"Anyone ever suck you?" the fireman asked.

Tony's cock jolted. "Not a man."

He guessed this was the answer Chris expected--and maybe had hoped for. The tiger wet his lips, and Tony's penis pulsed harder. Chris unfastened Tony's trousers, his fingers careful but titillating as they lowered his strained zipper. Just as carefully, he freed Tony's throbbing length from his underwear and shirttails. Being touched by him felt amazing. Tony's breath sawed like a bellows; he was that excited.

When Chris looked at the massive boner he'd just drawn out, his tiger fangs shot down.

"I'm going to do us both," he announced harshly.

Tony didn't know what he meant until Chris's surprisingly dexterous fingers opened his own trousers.

"Oh God," he moaned without meaning to.

Chris grinned whitely in the dimness. "Like to watch?"

"Never got the chance to, but I expect I will."

Beads of pre-cum squeezed from his dick, generous enough to be embarrassing. Chris rubbed the fluid over him with his thumb.

"I'm leaking too," he confessed.

Tony's hands clenched into excited fists. If they hadn't, he'd have grabbed Chris for sure. He had to clear his throat before his voice came out. "Show me."

Chris dug his cock out, grabbed its root, and stroked upward. Since he was sitting, Tony saw the prodigy from above. Chris's shaft was thick in his hand, the head rounded and swollen. Seeming to like showing off, the cat let go and stroked again from the bottom. His grip was tight, compressing his flesh slightly. Tony shuddered with arousal.

"One hand for me," Chris said. "And the other plus my mouth for you."

"Shit," Tony breathed, watching moisture well from the tiger's slit, loving that he was uninhibited. He swallowed, wanting to suck that big cock so badly he ached.

Chris must have known. "This is my show. Everyone expects you to jump when they snap their fingers. You let me do for you."

Tony didn't know how to respond to that. He was what he was in the pack. It was natural to him.

"Can I hold your head?" he asked instead.

Chris grinned. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

Tony placed his hands on either side of the tiger's skull. He wasn't gripping hard, though he couldn't resist sinking his fingers through Chris's thick gold-streaked hair. Chris's eyes briefly closed, liking the gentle stroke.

When his lashes lifted, citrine glints lit his irises.

Tony held his breath as Chris bent forward on the seat. He was big for the folding chair, and the shift in his weight made the metal creak. His thumb and fingers angled Tony's cock toward his mouth. His breath fanned the tip, his tongue licked once, and then he swallowed him.

Tony's lungs emptied at the ferocious surge of pleasure. Chris's tongue and cheeks were sleek, the band of his lips firm and tight. Tony's head fell back as Chris drew slowly up his shaft.

He'd been blown before, but this one pull was a revelation. Chris's mouth was bolder, more encompassing than a woman's. Or maybe Tony's reaction had nothing to do with technique. Maybe this was a revelation because Chris really, truly attracted him.

Helpless to stop himself, he tightened his fingers on Chris's head.

"Mm," Chris said. "You are as smooth as silk."

He licked across Tony's glans, tongue flat and pushing hard. Tony's nerves did a happy dance. "You can guide me if you want," Chris offered.

Tony shook his head. Did he remember how to speak? "I just . . . want to feel you go up and down."

"You like it slow?" His partner demonstrated the speed he meant with his fist. Tony noticed his left hand, the one he'd wrapped around himself, moved identically. That was a charge, knowing Chris would jack himself in synchrony.

"I like it any way." His thighs tightened, pushing his pelvis forward without quite intending to. "Just don't leave me hanging."

Chris might have been smiling as his mouth took him in again. Tony's spine arched with renewed bliss--too much bliss maybe. As the tiger sucked slowly up and down, his free hand burrowed into Tony's trousers, fingers ringing the top of his ball sac. When he had him the way he wanted, he pulled down and held firmly. The protracted tug surprised him. Tony knew it was meant to help him last. What he didn't expect was Chris wanting to linger over this.

Chris seemed to know when the imminent threat of orgasm had backed off. He released Tony's balls and changed tactics. The pressure of his lips had been relatively light. Now he gave Tony more of everything: more tongue action, more pressure, more speed as he rose and fell. Tony's scalp tingled at the intensification of wet friction, his hands passive but very interested riders on Chris's head. The sound of the blowjob was a turn-on all by itself. If Chris had been crap at this, Tony probably would have enjoyed it. As it was, Chris's skill and interest drove Tony to the trembling edge.

Once he sensed he was there, Chris tugged his balls down again.

This time the yank inspired a brief flare of pain. Heat followed in its wake as soon as it registered, spreading out from his groin to suffuse his whole body.

"God," Tony gasped.

Chris rolled his eyes up to check that he was all right. Tony was so good it wasn't funny. He was on the balls of his feet, his whole being straining for more pleasure.

Maybe more pain too; he wasn't certain about that part.

"I'm okay," he assured Chris breathlessly. "That was just the right kind of snap."

Chris sucked upward, thumb and hand following his mouth up Tony's shaft. He kissed its tip, licked, then brushed his lips across more softly. The look on his face was like nothing Tony had ever seen--not directed toward him at least.
Worshipful
was the word that came close, though a guy like Chris was no one's acolyte.

The look made him wonder how Chris had resisted answering his message.

"No more teasing," Chris said like sandpaper. "This time I'm going to suck you until you come."

His pupils had changed. Within the orange glow of his irises, the slits were more catlike. This thrilled Tony more than he knew how to hide. His hands tightened helplessly on Chris's head.

"Yes," he said. "Please."

Chris's smile was feral. He stretched his tongue out between his fangs, making sure Tony got the best possible visual of its pinkness dragging up and over him.

"Shit," he gasped, feeling a strange difference. Chris's tongue was rougher, more textured against his skin. "What the hell did you do?"

Chris chuckled, low and dirty, leaving Tony to guess the answer.

Cats weren't like wolves. They didn't need the moon to change; they could shift any time they pleased. Lengthened teeth or shining eyes were common shifter reactions to excitement. Chris altering his tongue to have more feline traits wasn't something Tony had known a cat could do. Maybe most cats couldn't.

Maybe Chris was special.

He moaned as the tiger began sucking him full throttle. The chair scraped back as Chris scooted forward to perch on its edge. He was going fast, and his tongue was busy. Tony was going to fuck his mouth. His cock longed for that so much he didn't think he could stop himself. His hands tightened on Chris's head. His ears were between his palms. He was pulling him down his prick, forcing him to take more of him.

"Fuck," he gasped, trying to stop himself.

Chris wrapped one massive arm behind Tony's thighs, refusing to let him escape his own urges. His bobbing head bumped Tony's stomach through his tuxedo shirt. Despite the crazy groans Tony was letting out, he heard Chris jerk off faster. The sound of his grip clicking on sweat and flesh was incredibly arousing. Unable to resist, Tony shoved his hips at him harder. Chris grunted and took him, swallowing against the tip so that Tony's cock went even further down his throat.

It felt amazing--sexy and sweet and totally accepting.

Tony's come exploded.

As it did, Chris's fist sped up manically. With Tony taken care of, the tiger wanted his own climax. Tony wasn't about to miss watching. He'd spread his legs to brace himself for Chris's blowjob. Now he shook his head to clear his pleasure-blurred vision. Chris was pointing his stiff erection toward the space between Tony's feet, his hand streaking up and down. His mouth was clamped around Tony's cock, though Tony had stopped thrusting. Chris breathed through his nose, uneven huffs of a man lost to everything but his need for release. His fangs were hard, his big body tense. Suddenly, he moaned around Tony and cut loose.

Long bursts of seed spattered the floor of the gardener's shed.

The noise of them hitting sent pleasurable spasms through Tony, like Chris had the power to share his ecstasy. Each mini-thrill weakened already wobbly knees--though of course it was worth it. Finally, both of them finished quivering.

Wow
, Tony thought, grateful for the support of the worn wood wall. Without it, he might not have stayed standing. He wondered why Chris wasn't pulling off. Then he realized he was clutching his head to him.

"Sorry," he said, immediately letting go.

Chris wiped his mouth and straightened in the chair.

"I've got a pocket square," Tony said.

Chris smiled like this was a silly thing to offer.

"No?"

"You tasted good," he said simply.

That was flattering, Tony guessed. He didn't know how to interpret Chris's current expression. His glimmering smile had faded, and he'd closed his features down like Fort Knox. Tony wasn't expecting hearts and flowers, but the change knocked him off balance. Aware that he'd been extremely well serviced, he tucked his cock away and zipped up. Chris rubbed his knees and half watched.

"Are you sorry we did that?" Tony asked, finding Chris's man-of-few-words habit frustrating.

Chris pushed the folding chair back and rose. He shook his head, somehow not making it a
no
. He looked down at himself and wagged it again. His cock was thick but as well sated as Tony's. Tony definitely watched him put himself away, no halfway about it. He wanted to store up the image of that yummy length of man flesh.

His trousers set to rights, Chris pulled on his tuxedo jacket. His breathing was almost normal. As a rule, shifters recovered from exertion quicker than normal folks. He'd swallowed Tony's ejaculate and had been careful not come on himself. Once he wiped the sweat off, it would be difficult to tell what he'd been up to.

Maybe he hadn't been as uninhibited as Tony thought.

"I should get back," Chris said, shrugging his big shoulders into position within the black garment. "Before someone notices I'm gone."

Tony hoped he wouldn't kick himself later for opening his mouth now.

"Okay," he said, dragging the other man's gaze to him. "I get it. If you're spotted alone with me, your men will get suspicious. I understand being outed would make your job harder."

"That's . . . understating it," Chris said.

"You can really pretend this never happened?"

"I'm going to try to."

"Hell."

"You're dangerous," Chris explained, a hint of a plea in it. "I don't think I can sneak around with you like I . . ." He trailed off.

"Like you do with other men," Tony finished for him grimly.

"We're likely to be thrown together, since your packmate married my alpha. If I'm remembering what we did or hoping what we'll do next, my reaction will be hard to hide."

Tony pressed his fist to his brow. His head wasn't aching, but it felt close. "So you only did this with me tonight because you're drunk?"

"Not only because of that." Chris touched Tony's arm. When he felt how stiff it was, he dropped his hand. "You've got to believe I wish things were different."

"We're a good fit." Tony tried to say this without sounding emotional. "You can't tell me sex with other men is this amazing."

Chris's breath trailed out. "We're too good a fit." He lifted his palms before Tony could protest. "I can't, Tony. Please don't push me to do this again."

He hadn't pushed him tonight. Chris had followed him out here. Tony clamped his jaw shut on that little fact. Pointing it out wouldn't change anything.

Seeing he'd given up, Chris stepped to the shed's shut door.