Devil's Own (6 page)

Then Niall lay down on top of Gus and claimed his mouth for a ravaging kiss. He held Gus’s head in place with both hands to control the kiss, tugging his hair and massaging his scalp. It was at once too rough and too sweet, a delectable, deep-licking sensation of wet heat. Niall’s whole weight was upon Gus, and Gus wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He spread his legs to accommodate the bulk of the bigger man until he could wrap his legs awkwardly around him, though his jeans constricted him too much for him to be able to do it well.

But when Niall began to rock against him, grinding down hard enough to create sparks with his rolling hips, Gus honestly didn’t care about his twisted pants, or the mass above him that prevented him from taking a deep breath, or the almost unbearable heat that suffocated him from the inside, demanding more, harder, faster—urging release.

Niall finally lifted his mouth from Gus’s, and they both panted heavily. His smirk was knowing and wicked. “We should get undressed.”

“Yeah.” Gus couldn’t form enough coherent words, let alone thoughts, to say anything more. Even that one utterance drained him of brain cells. His blood was gushing toward an entirely different organ, one that was pushing insistently against his zipper.

Then Niall’s big, hot palm landed on Gus’s crotch and began to rub.

Gus moaned, and his hips bucked. “Oh God, yes.”

“Mmm,” Niall murmured appreciatively, sounding way too pleased with himself. “I knew you’d lose it from just a touch.” Gus wanted to feel indignant at the idea of being that easy, but he didn’t get the chance. “That’s exactly how I want you, Gus. Want you out of your mind with lust and need. Just like I already am. So fucking hot.”

And the intense grip of that hand on his dick grew so rough white lights flashed before Gus’s closed eyelids. He was, for all intents and purposes, humping Niall’s palm, unable to stop his hips from jerking.

“Gus?” Niall asked, waking Gus from his sensual revelry. “Is this okay?” His voice had dropped to whiskey-sour low, causing Gus to shiver uncontrollably. Yet his tone sounded a bit unsure, as if he wasn’t confident his bruising ministrations were welcome. Gus realized Niall was trying to ascertain if his actions as a lover were sanctioned.

“If you stop, I’ll throw you out the window,” Gus replied, coaxing so much passion into his voice that even a deaf person couldn’t have misconstrued his meaning.

The smug, confident, lopsided grin returned to Niall’s lips, and he chuckled. “Wouldn’t want that.” He rubbed more firmly, up and down Gus’s length still trapped behind an unyielding denim prison.

It had been quite a while since Gus had last been in bed with a lover. He jerked off in the morning shower and when he had the time, like loads of guys, but it had been so long since the last time with another human being that he was on the edge already.

Too soon
, his dick whined, wanting the pleasure to last the night.
Not fast enough
, his lizard brain yelled, as usual demanding instant gratification.

He did his best to compromise, and Niall not being in any hurry to get both of them completely naked sure helped. Denim wasn’t skin, so Gus wasn’t going to get off on that alone. Or, at least he didn’t think he would….

But then Niall was kissing the corner of his lips, down his cheek and jaw to his neck, and he kissed, licked, and sucked there as though tonight was all they were ever going to have with each other. Gus loved the sense of urgency mixed with Niall’s patience. Niall really was a man of many facets and contradictions.

After a while—Gus couldn’t have said how long—Niall lifted his head. His lips were dark red and glistening, his eyes hooded with lust. “Okay, Gus. Time to see what you got under there.”

He was tugging at Gus’s belt buckle, and Gus was all for that, attacking Niall’s buckle at the same time. Yet he couldn’t stop seeking out Niall’s lips for more heated kisses. Blindly, both men fumbled for freedom from the remainders of their clothes while their tongues slipped and danced together, delving deep into each other’s mouths.

Finally, Gus’s belt, button, and zipper gave way for Niall to slide his hand under the waistband of Gus’s boxer briefs to brush the soft thatch of hair there. Then his deft fingers wrapped around Gus’s erection, and Gus hissed sharply.

“Mmm, that’s what I like to see: you all wanton and hungry,” Niall murmured into the kiss, breathing hot and heavy, making Gus lose it like never before. Niall’s stubble rasped against Gus’s shaved skin, like tiny needles that made his skin tingle more than hurt. He couldn’t wait to feel that stinging graze all over his skin, especially on his quivering belly and his sensitive taint.

Gus was surprised Niall was so verbose during foreplay and sex when the man kept so much of himself hidden from the world. He found he quite liked the dirty talk. “Want your pants off, Niall.”

Niall grunted into the kiss and then backed off, rising to his knees to finish unzipping his jeans and shoving them down his thighs. The moment Niall’s cock sprang free from the confines of the material, all Gus could do was stare, his mouth hanging open.

Niall was beautiful, all man, hot and hard, thick and long, uncut.

Gus couldn’t wait to get his hands and his mouth on that, let alone feel that huge dick sink into his flesh, claiming him from the inside. He shuddered at the red-hot images in his mind. He craved velvety skin, heated flesh, groping hands and digging fingers, sweaty weight, grinding passion—all that and more.

Niall rose off the bed to disrobe entirely. He dragged Gus up as well, all but manhandling him to yank the rest of the garments off both of them.

When they were both naked, Niall landed right back on top of Gus, nearly crushing him under his sturdier bulk. But Gus didn’t care about that, not when the hunger in him was so real it crawled beneath his skin, ripping him apart with want. He wound his legs around Niall’s legs and waist, and he snaked his hands around Niall’s back to dig into his sinewy, thickly muscled back.

God, but the man was a walking wet dream.

Their kisses were stolen tastes, voracious nips and licks, luscious sucks and bites, until Gus’s lips tingled, so sensitive they almost hurt. But he couldn’t get enough. Heat arced between them, lighting them both from within, the forces equal to that of wildfires and lightning storms. Gus heard himself making keen, high-pitched whimpers as Niall took complete possession of his mouth, slanting his face to delve in deeper, to probe every part of Gus as though he were hiding something valuable in there, and Niall was determined to find out what it was.

Niall let his hands wander all over Gus’s body. He tickled the lines of Gus’s flanks, grabbed the firm, round globes of his ass, and yanked his thighs higher around his waist. Niall grazed his fingers across Gus’s pebbly nipples and rolled his hips as though he were doing the twist, bringing their cocks into perfect alignment. And Gus was certain Niall had chosen his actions to drive Gus out of his mind with want. He did some roaming of his own, scratching over Niall’s chest hairs, adoring the crackling hiss, and traced every quivering and trembling muscle, tendon, and bone of Niall’s back, gripping fiercely to keep them skintight all the time.

All that frantic, feverish exploration left Gus raw and exposed. But he knew in his gut he could trust Niall.

The best part, though, was Gus’s cock grinding against Niall’s equally hot member.

Gus couldn’t wait for their bodies to meld into one. The stiff dick poking his belly and hip had him squirming, needing more but unwilling to let go of Niall’s body and mouth even for a second. By the Goddess, how rock-hard solid and fiery hot Niall’s body was, pressing Gus into the mattress, conquering him in every way possible with his presence alone.

Niall parted from Gus for a breath. His pupils were blown, the bluish-gray ring almost indistinguishable. He cupped Gus’s jaw with his right hand, caressing the cheekbone with surprising tenderness. “From the first moment I saw you, I knew you’d be the real deal.”

Breath caught in Gus’s throat. “R-really…?” All that dirty sex talk from before faded away as Gus felt the shift from Niall’s admiration for his body and the sex they were about to have to the emotions he was now revealing. “I was going to drag you into an argument about pagan religions or environmentalist politics or whatever just to keep you there a while longer.”

Niall kissed the tip of Gus’s nose. Then suddenly his face colored crimson. “All the stuff I said before… you know, the flirty things.”

“Oh, the smutty talk.” Gus grinned, liking the bashful look on this strong man.

Niall looked even redder, and he fidgeted in place. “Yeah, those things. Did you mind me saying stuff like that? Not everyone does, you know. And you don’t have to like—”

“I saw it all in my head,” Gus replied quickly, breathless with renewed desire. “It was so hot.” He let out a chuckle, one of amusement, nothing derogatory or mocking. “I honestly didn’t expect it from you, but I sure as heck wasn’t about to argue!”

Niall’s fingers threaded through Gus’s hair. “So… you didn’t mind?” Then he smirked, exuding confidence again. “Good.” He shifted his hand from Gus’s hair to his chest and down to his belly, to nudge Gus’s flaring, weeping cockhead with his knuckles. “’Cause I’m gonna speak my mind in bed the way you speak your mind everywhere else.”

Gus laughed. “Well, what a perfect balance we have.”

Niall agreed with a shameless grin and a lecherous chuckle. Then he dipped and took Gus’s lips again. He suckled on Gus’s lower lip and swept his tongue in light swirls. Gus shook all over, heat suffusing his whole body.

When Niall fisted Gus’s cock, every sensation centered on his groin. Gus had never been so achingly hard before, yearning till his blood boiled. “Oh sweet gods, yeeesss….”

The bare contact of their bodies fused together made Gus moan into the kiss, and he writhed against Niall’s equally rocking body. Niall let go of Gus’s cock, and they rubbed their dicks against each other, the weight of their combined frames keeping the pieces of meat plastered skin to skin. Gus felt his lover’s turgid dick pump out early seed, the liquid smoldering hot, slightly sticky, and musky-scented. The smell of man and sex and heat. With another string of moans he rutted against Niall, who groaned loudly and pushed back with equal fervor.

Gus lost himself in the sensuality of their intimate contact. Nothing felt as divine or as right as the solid, smoking-hot body pressed against his own. Gus no longer cared what they did to get off, as long as they found that knife’s edge of pleasure and skated along the razorlike tightwire.

“Fuck, Gus, you don’t just look edible,” Niall murmured into the kiss, panting. “You
are
edible. So delicious I wanna eat you up.”

Gus nibbled on Niall’s swollen lips. “Bon appétit, mon amour.”

That remark made Niall bark out a rambunctious laugh. “Is this the part where I ask you ‘
voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
’”

A part of Gus wished Niall had noticed his use of an endearment, but he joined the mirth with a giggle of his own. “I think that’s already a given.”

“Wouldn’t want to take you for granted.” Niall’s warm gaze locked with Gus’s, his eyes alone conveying what he was feeling. Gus saw it all, nothing hidden. He wanted to show the same, so for a time they simply stared at one another, their connection strong and vibrant and real and almost-love.

Then Niall slipped his hands underneath Gus’s back and cupped his buttocks, one in each huge hand, and ground their cocks and balls together even more fiercely. Gus moaned and shoved back, and Niall chimed in with his voice and body.

Their movements, though all but in sync, became borderline desperate, jerky, erratic, and involuntary. From that and their biting kisses, Gus knew they were beyond caring about finesse, as they were both chasing the same blinding climax. The tremors of the onset of his orgasm were already wreaking havoc with his senses, and his balls twitched, and his dick pulsed, the growing need building and building, shattering him from within and without. The grinding was rough and natural, flowing between them with ease, as though they had done it before. They melted into one swaying motion, their stiff posts rubbing on each other.

“Oh God, Niall,” Gus whimpered. “I can’t… too long… too much…. Gonna come.”

“Me too, babe,” Niall breathed raggedly into Gus’s mouth. “So fucking close.”

Their bodies crushed together, their legs entwined, their arms around one another, their lips fused—it was no wonder they both came within a few heartbeats of each other, racing to the end. Gus’s nuts pulled tight into his body, and his dick jerked, and then he was shooting milky white droplets between them, a heavy rain soaking them both as Gus cried out in pleasure. With a low roar, Niall followed, pumping out come in big, hot ribbons, splattering on both their skin.

Gus buried his head in the crook of Niall’s neck, muttering “oh Gods” and “oh yeahs” throughout the shuddering process that liquefied his bones and made mush of his brain. He kept spasming, his muscles twitching helplessly as he wailed—low, wanton, his voice hoarse.

And all the while Niall kept holding him, rocking and swaying, as if comforting Gus through the ordeal of orgasm.

Finally, the shudders died down, and Gus relaxed. As Niall followed suit, his weight became all too apparent to Gus, who was trying to catch his breath. Niall let go of Gus and glided off him to land on the bed at his side, feeling like a human furnace, emanating glorious heat. The smell of sex floated around them, reminding them viscerally of what had just transpired.

Suddenly, without any conscious control, laughter bubbled out of Gus. “Oh my God, I didn’t mean to….”
To come so fast
, he finished the thought in his head, slightly embarrassed at his adolescent behavior and inability to last longer than—what?—twenty minutes.

Niall burst out laughing. “Yeah, me neither.”

“I mean… damn! I really thought I could hold out longer,” Gus berated himself.

“That would’ve made you the stronger man. I know for a fact
I
couldn’t have gone for much longer than that.” Niall was still chuckling, and Gus felt warm and sated and simply good all over. He turned to his side and cuddled under Niall’s arm that Niall wrapped around Gus’s shoulders. “We’ll do better next time, babe.” Niall topped off his vow with a soft kiss on Gus’s temple, ruffling his hair. And Gus was certain that Niall spoke the truth then, a promise of things to come.