Nischal [leopard spots 9] (17 page)

Preston licked up and down Nischal’s crack, never quite reaching his pucker. Nischal grew desperate to know the touch of lips to his most delicate skin. He spread his legs and arched his back, wanton sounds spilling from his mouth.

Preston murmured praise and pulled Nischal’s cheeks apart. “So pretty,” Nischal heard, but he felt the words on his hole just before Preston’s stubble rasped over Nischal’s ass.

Then Nischal’s legs shook as Preston lapped at his hole.

“Gods,” Nischal got out, then he couldn’t speak, couldn’t think or do anything other than just feel as Preston kissed his pucker, sliding his tongue over it repeatedly.

Nischal had to lean against the wall, needed some kind of support as incredibly erotic sensations speared through his body. How it was possible to feel so much from such a little aperture was a mystery. Nischal’s ass tingled, his groin tightened, his balls drew up as Preston’s tongue entered his ring.

And Nischal began to beg, needing more, more in him, more of Preston.

Preston licked into him deeper, then deeper still, sliding more than just the tip of his tongue in. The idea of that slick wet muscle breaching him was too much. Nischal couldn’t stop his orgasm.

It slammed into him, rolled over him like a boulder that had come loose in an avalanche. All Nischal could do was hope to survive the intense ecstasy.

Preston helped ease him down so that Nischal could sit on the side of the tub. He shook with every breath he took. His insides were warm and jittery, but he wasn’t sated. His cock remained hard, his body wanton.

Preston took something else off the shelf. “I’m going to wash your hair, then I’m going to condition it.”

Nischal looked up at Preston. “Why? I thought—”

“And you’re going to suck my balls first, then my dick. Don’t make me come, though, or else you’ll have a longer wait to get your cherry popped than you’d like.”

“Give them to me.” Nischal held his hands out and Preston stepped up to him. His hips were narrow but not bony, with enough flesh on them that Nischal could really hold onto him. Nischal looked up at him as Preston lifted his sac.

“Suck.”

Nischal did, lapping at Preston’s nuts first, then suckling them into his mouth. He had to let go of one hip, needing to hold the weight of Preston’s orbs in his palm. Preston told him how good it felt, how hot and perfect Nischal’s mouth was.

He poured out shampoo and began working it into Nischal’s hair. “God, I meant it when I told you I love your hair. It’s so fucking sexy, Nisch.”

Nischal rewarded that compliment by licking his way up Preston’s cock.

“Nice,” Preston whispered as he massaged Nischal’s scalp. “Going to have to stand up so I can rinse your hair, unfortunately.”

Nischal took the tip of Preston’s dick in his mouth, then he sucked on it until his cheeks hollowed.

“Shit!” Preston pulled on his hair. “God, stop—”

Nischal stood, letting Preston’s cock slip from his mouth. “Too much?”

“I almost shot my load,” Preston admitted ruefully. “That mouth of yours is something else. Someday I want to take my time and just fuck it for hours.”

“Whenever you want it, it’s yours.” Nischal pressed his shaft against his stomach. He wanted to come again.

“You’ll get to come soon…ish,” Preston teased. Then he aimed the showerhead at Nischal and started rinsing his hair. By the time he’d conditioned Nischal’s hair, they were both ready to move onto the bed. Preston turned the water off and Nischal got out, his legs wobbly and his cock so hard, walking was going to be uncomfortable.

Preston helped him dry off, then he swiped at the water beading on his skin. Nischal wanted to lick him all over.
“Another time,”
he promised Preston.

“Yes, because right now, I’m going to take you to bed.” He took Nischal by one elbow. “And I’m going to lay you out on your belly so I can get at your ass again. I want to rim you until your hole is soft and gaping, then I’m going to lube up my fingers and work you open until I know you’re ready for my cock.”

Nischal landed on the bed in a lust-induced daze. He was no help at all to Preston, letting his mate pull his legs apart.

“Pick your hips up,” Preston urged, and somehow Nischal managed it. Pillows were stuffed beneath him, elevating his bottom. Preston caressed his cheeks and fingered his crease. “You have a perfect butt. Firm, fuzzy and with these divots on the side.” He stroked Nischal’s flanks. “Tastes sweet, too.”

Preston startled him with a sharp bite to his right cheek. Nischal almost yelped, but Preston began sucking on the spot, and the idea that his mate was marking him turned that yelp into a mewl instead.

Nischal humped the pillows, desperate for a touch to his cock as Preston left love bites all over his backside. When Preston finally poured lube down his crack, Nischal was mindless with need.

“So tight,” Preston said as he wiggled one finger into Nischal. “And here’s that magic spot.” He rubbed over Nischal’s gland.

“Fuck!” Nischal shouted, shoving his butt back. “Do it again—”

Preston did, then he repeated the caress over and over until Nischal was quivering like a cornered rabbit. He wasn’t scared—he was in need of his mate.

Two fingers speared into him, causing a slight burn to his pucker. Nischal welcomed it. Anything that brought him closer to having Preston’s dick inside him.

It was no wonder Preston loved having his ass played with so much. It felt fucking amazing.

“One more. Open that pretty hole up for me,” Preston urged. Nischal gasped at the thicker intrusion. He knew Preston’s cock was thicker, much thicker than three of his fingers. Maybe even thicker than Nischal’s own shaft.

“Yeah,” Preston crooned, almost singing the word. He twisted his fingers around and massaged Nischal’s gland again.

Nischal stiffened as he fought against coming.

“You’re ready.” Preston rubbed his thumb around Nischal’s stretched ring. “Softened up enough to take my dick.”

Nischal snarled wordlessly. He’d had enough talk and wanted action.

Preston chuckled gruffly as he withdrew his fingers. “Don’t be quiet. I want to hear you, just like you want to hear me.”

Nischal opened his mouth, prepared to agree, but Preston’s cock was there against his asshole, then it was pushing in, stretching him wide.

The guttural sound that passed over Nischal’s lips sounded visceral, as if it’d come from the very core of his soul. It seemed to define the very basis of his need in some animalistic way.

“Yes,” Preston hissed. “Fucking hell, you feel so good.”

Nischal reached behind him with one hand and got a hold of Preston’s arm. He tugged, urging Preston to fill him completely.

Preston moaned as he pushed in slowly. “Want to savour it,” he got out in a raw voice.

Nischal closed his eyes. His ass throbbed, his balls throbbed, so did his dick. His nipples were connected to everything happening down there. They ached for a touch.

Preston leaned over him and sank his cock in the rest of the way. Nischal gasped at the pain and burn, but it faded quickly, leaving behind an almost electric current of pleasure.

“Good?” Preston asked.

“Ungh,” Nischal managed to reply.

Preston hooked his arms under Nischal. “Come up with me.”

Nischal rose to his knees clumsily. Preston caught his wrists. “Put your hands against the headboard or the wall, whichever.”

Nischal didn’t pay attention to what he put his hands on, he only braced himself for the fucking he knew was coming. Want and need, lust and affection were swirling back and forth between them. Nischal could feel the pleasure Preston was getting from fucking him, along with his own pleasure from that thick cock in him. He knew Preston was experiencing both their arousal, too. It was incredible and more erotic than anything Nischal had ever felt before.

Preston locked one arm around Nischal’s waist, and the other he reached under to fist Nischal’s shaft. Immediately he began pounding into Nischal, need driving him and stripping away all of Preston’s control.

Nischal had none himself. He howled and keened as he used his arms to shove himself back into every penetrating thrust. Preston’s cock sank deep and hard into him every time.

It was beautiful, harsh and perfect for the mating. Nischal snarled when his gland was rubbed, the head of Preston’s cock giving just the right amount of pressure there.

Nischal’s fingertips ached as his nails morphed into claws. His canines elongated and he longed to bite his mate, to mark and claim him all over again.

But it was Preston who growled and pounded Nischal’s ass. He jerked Nischal off at the same time, in opposing rhythm. It was Preston who scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin at the back of Nischal’s neck.

And it was Preston who bit him there, breaking the skin with his sharp little human teeth.

Nischal’s shout probably woke their neighbours, but neither he nor Preston gave a damn. They were both coming, the scent of their spunk pungent in the room.

Nischal moaned with every jet of cum that warmed his inner walls. Preston bit him harder with each shot of jizz he released.

When they both had shot the last of their load, Preston began sucking and licking the bite mark he’d put on Nischal.

Nischal’s arms gave out on him and he just managed to fall without smearing his face down the wall and headboard. The sudden move caused the loss of Preston’s cock in his ass, and the rapid withdrawal sparked pain in the abused nerves in Nischal’s rectum. He collapsed with a grunt that quickly turned into a startled gasp when Preston began licking his crack.

Not just his crack, but farther down. Preston lay down between Nischal’s legs and licked his tender hole until Nischal was a whimpering, needy mess, so turned on over what Preston was doing that he couldn’t keep still. He writhed and rutted against the mattress, the pillows, whatever was beneath him. At that point, Nischal didn’t even know.

All he did know was that Preston had his tongue in Nischal’s ass again, and it was driving Nischal to desperation.

When Preston added a couple of fingers to the mix, Nischal threw his head back. His eyes were closed, but a brilliant display of colours burst to life behind his lids as he came again.

Preston lay down right on top of him afterwards. His weight was a comfort on Nischal’s back, as were the soft puffs of Preston’s breath against his nape. Nischal fell asleep in seconds, sated and content.

Chapter Fifteen

The ringing of his cellphone pulled Preston out of a sound sleep. He sat up and promptly fell off the bed. Confused, he blinked, but the room was dark. Not perfectly so, he realised as his vision adjusted.

“What’s wrong?” Nischal grumbled.

“Phone’s ringing,” Preston told him as he started for the nightstand. He found his phone quickly and answered it without checking the caller ID.

“Hello?” Preston said. He frowned when he heard nothing. “Hello?” Maybe the call had disconnected? Preston started to pull the phone away from his ear, but in that split second, he heard a shakily inhaled breath, then in the background, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, boy?”

Preston’s heart seemed to stop beating—his lungs seized and wouldn’t work as a familiar voice whispered, “Nothing,” right before the call was disconnected.

“Pres?”

Was he imagining what he’d heard?

“Preston!”

He looked at Nischal, who was kneeling in front of him.
When did that even happen?

“Pres,” Nischal repeated, and Preston realised then that at some point Nischal must have turned the bedside lamp on.

“Paul,” Preston got out, his throat aching worse than it ever had. His heart hurt even worse.

Nischal frowned, then he paled. “Is he—was that the FBI agent?” He wrapped his arms around Preston. “I’m so—”

“He called me.” Preston finally got the words out. “Nisch, he’s alive. Someone yelled at him, and he sounded so scared, so—He was always loud and proud, but the asshole yelled at him and called him
boy
and I could hear the fear in the way Paul breathed, in the one word he said,
nothing.
”

Preston squirmed until Nischal loosened his hold enough that Preston could lean back and look into his eyes. “What if that asshole is hurting him for calling me? What if Paul needs help and I don’t fucking know where he is?” he finished, yelling the last of it.

Nischal took the phone from his hands. “Is the number he called from on here?”

Preston felt like a fool. “Yes, yes it is, and I need to call Agent De la Garza. She told me earlier today they didn’t have any leads at all. She needs to know about this.”

“She does.” Nischal helped him to his feet. Preston stood and pulled up the phone number. “Oh my God, it’s an actual number. He didn’t block it!”

“A home number?” Nischal asked.

“I don’t know,” Preston admitted. His mood plummeted. “It could even be one of those pre-paid cellphones that can’t be traced.”

“But it might not be one of those.”

Preston nodded. “Right. Right. I’m going to write the number down so I don’t have to look at it on my phone while I’m trying to talk to De la Garza. There should be a pen and paper…” He found both in the nightstand drawer beside the mandatory hotel room Bible. After copying the phone number, he sat down on the bed. Nischal got up on the bed and sat behind him, his long legs framing Preston’s shorter ones. Nischal put his arms around Preston’s middle and held him while Preston found De la Garza’s listing in his contacts.

She answered on the second ring, sounding as if she’d been awake.

Preston didn’t waste her time. “Agent De la Garza, this is Preston Hardy. I think my brother just called me.”

“Tell me exactly why you think that,” she said briskly but not unkindly. “But first, did you get a phone number I can start having a trace run on?”

“Yes, I did.” Preston read it off, then he went through the short call and the voices he’d heard.

“How certain are you it was Paul?” De la Garza asked him.

“Pretty sure,” Preston answered. “I haven’t heard his voice in over a year, and he sounded nervous, scared. Timid, not like I’d ever heard him. But the voice was the same, the tone of it. It was Paul.”