No Quarter (Bounty, Book One) (14 page)

Gar wasn’t expecting Faolan to skip down and take his balls into his mouth.

“Gods!”

His wicked tongue swirled around the sac until Gar’s arousal rocketed to the near bursting point. Unable to keep the noises inside any longer, Gar let his mouth fall open, freeing the moans and gasps Faolan’s touch elicited.

“Oh, that’s it. I want to hear you. Let me know how much you like it.”

Gar didn’t hold back. Thrashing his head on the pillow, he cried out as Faolan lifted his legs over his shoulders, opening his body wide. The first touch of his tongue against Gar’s opening made him gasp. Faolan teased the ring of muscles with broad swipes, each one sloppy and wet. Faster he soaked Gar’s hole until he could feel saliva dripping down his ass cheeks. Gar didn’t think it could get more intense until Faolan tightened his tongue and drove the tip into his ass.

“Fuck!”

Faolan hummed his agreement. The older man continued to fuck his face into Gar until he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe from the pressure of the pleasure being placed on him. Gods, Faolan hadn’t even touched his cock and Gar was about ready to come. His thighs shook from the tension and he squeezed Faolan’s head. With one final swipe, Faolan lifted his head to wipe his mouth on Gar’s inner thigh.

“Like that?” Faolan’s voice was nothing more than a harsh whisper.

“Yes.” Gar didn’t care that he sounded needy, he wanted Faolan to do something. Anything. He needed to keep this connection alive with Faolan almost as much as he needed to come. “Please.”

He heard Faolan’s breath hitch, but refused to go against his wishes and open his eyes to see the other man. Instead he did his best to calm his racing heart and over charged arousal.

“Open your eyes.”

Gar did, immediately seeking Faolan out. The sight below him was one he wouldn’t soon forget. Faolan’s brown hair was plastered to the side of his face with sweat and spit. Cheeks flushed, his eyes were heavy with lust and focused on him. His lips were wet and swollen, inviting and most certainly fuckable.

“Say it again. I want to see you when you say it.”

Gar wasn’t sure what Faolan wanted at first until he remembered what the pirate had said that first night in the alley. Gar knew it was a type of surrender, one step closer to a place he’d never gone with another person. Swallowing, he realized Faolan was the only one who he’d ever consider giving himself over to. “
Please.
”

Faolan’s eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned. “I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”

Gar wasn’t sure if he was ready for this, but if any man was going to fuck him, he knew he wanted it to be Faolan. Heart racing, Gar gripped the ties binding his wrists and spread his legs a bit further. He could do this, could trust Faolan to make it good for him, even if it pushed him to the edge of his comfort zone.

So he was shocked when Faolan lowered his head and sucked Gar’s cock, wetting it thoroughly, only to pull back before Gar could properly enjoy the sensations. Even more confusing was when Faolan reached for the lube, squeezed a generous amount and coated Gar’s cock with it.

“What are you—?”

Faolan silenced him by crushing his mouth to Gar’s. The kiss wasn’t neat or even particularly skillful. It was passionate and imprecise, perfect in every way. Faolan shifted their bodies, straddling Gar’s hips with his thighs and reaching back to line up Gar’s cock with his ass.

“I know what you were thinking, but that’s not something I would take from you. You need to give it to me willingly.” Faolan’s moans filled the bedroom as he let his body sink down.

Gar lifted his bound hands to reach for Faolan’s neck, but they were quickly shoved back down. Faolan captured both of Gar’s wrists in one hand and pressed them into the mattress.

“I said keep those there.”

“Want to touch you,” Gar muttered, bucking his hips up.

Faolan lifted his body at the same time, preventing Gar from getting any further penetration. “This isn’t about what you want. Now shut up and enjoy yourself.”

Faolan’s body was tight as he sank down on Gar’s cock. Muscles squeezed him as the other man lowered himself to Gar’s lap. Gar pushed past the barrier like Faolan was doing to him on a grander scale—surrender by inches. It was too much, yet he wanted so much more from Faolan.

Faolan didn’t wait for his body to adjust, instead fucking himself down on Gar in short, steady pulses. Gar knew there was a small degree of discomfort for the older man, but Faolan didn’t seem to mind. Faolan fought to keep his eyes open and his gaze locked on Gar’s face, but it was easy to see his struggle was a losing one.

“So tight,” Gar said, this time successful in fucking up into Faolan. “Your ass is perfect.”

“So…big.” Faolan threw his head back as he slammed his body down.

The spike of pleasure nearly took Gar over the edge. He snapped his mouth shut and tightened the muscles in his legs, praying it was enough to hold himself back.

“Don’t you dare come,” Faolan panted out in between thrusts. “Not until I say so. Me first this time.”

Gar tried to think up as many disgusting images as he could, hoping the imagery would help stave off his release, but everything that came to mind quickly morphed into an erotic landscape. He wasn’t going to last much longer—he needed to beat Faolan at his own game.

“You’re so tight around my cock,” Gar said as he turned his face and licked the inside of Faolan’s forearm. “You haven’t let many people fuck you. Have you?”

Faolan growled, his grip tightening on Gar’s wrists. “Don’t.”

Gar grinned. “You love it though. Gods, your cock is leaking you’re so turned-on.”

Faolan dropped his chin to his chest. “Shut…up. Yes or no
only
.”

He wanted to play it that way, eh?
“Yes, yes, yes.” He started the steady chant soft, keeping it in time with the rise and fall of Faolan’s body.

Eyes open, he saw the moment Faolan realized what he was doing. The older man shook his head and laughed softly before locking his gaze on Gar’s. The next
yes
died in Gar’s mouth as he lost himself in what he saw reflected back at him. Emotions he wasn’t used to seeing directed at him filled Faolan’s eyes—genuine amusement, lust and something that looked like adoration. Gar’s chest tightened and his stomach flipped. He didn’t deserve this.

The moment fled once Faolan’s eyes rolled back into his head as Gar snapped his hips up sharply. Faolan cried out when Gar repeated the action, knowing he’d hit the other man’s prostate.

“Again,” Faolan begged.

“Yes, Gods yes.”

Faolan clenched around Gar’s cock, every muscle in his body tightening for a moment before a sudden scream erupted from him. Cum shot out from his shaft, covering Gar’s stomach and chest with thick, white ropes. Faolan didn’t stop slamming his body down, riding out his orgasm until he was left gasping for air and sweat covered every inch of his skin.

Pulling on control Gar didn’t know he possessed, he somehow managed to keep from following Faolan over bliss’s edge. He held on, body poised on the brink, but waiting for the command to fall. Faolan slowed his pace but didn’t stop. He leaned over Gar, cum now binding their chests together, and kissed him hard. Tongues caressed until they were both left gasping for air. Faolan finally lifted his head, but didn’t pull away too far. Their lips still touched as Faolan smiled.

“Fuck me ‘til you come.”

Gar lifted his hands up, looping them around Faolan’s neck. With a practiced flip, he rolled them over until he was on top, allowing him the leverage needed to piston into Faolan’s welcoming body. It was only a matter of seconds before his orgasm won out, dragging a cry from his chest and cum from his body.

Neither man spoke, instead communicating through a series of kisses and sighs. Gar nuzzled Faolan’s neck until the skin was red from his stubble.

“You love making rules, but can’t seem to follow them very well,” Faolan said, slapping Gar’s ass. “I should punish you for that.”

His rules had kept him safe until now. Faolan had changed things.

“Rules are meant to be broken.” He rolled onto his side and held his hands up. “Do you mind?”

Faolan made short work of the bindings, winding the tie around his hand once it was free of Gar. Holding it to his nose, Faolan breathed in deep. “I’m keeping this.”

Gar stretched out beside him, massaging his wrists as the blood flow returned. “Loot to add to your booty, Captain?”

When Faolan didn’t laugh or come back with a witty retort, Gar turned to look at him. “Faolan?”

The long frown on the older man’s face was an unfamiliar sight. He kept his gaze away from Gar, making it difficult to get a sense of what was going on in his head. Reaching out, Gar traced a finger down the length of Faolan’s neck. “You okay?”

“Despite what you think,” Faolan said, his voice hesitant, “I don’t normally do this sort of thing.”

“Have sex? Do I need to remind you of the circumstances of our meeting?”

“I’m serious, Gar.” Faolan finally turned his face to look at him. “I don’t do this.”

Walking over the edge of a cliff must feel remarkably similar. “Talk? Cuddle? Help me out here.”

Faolan’s lips compressed and his jaw clenched, but he said nothing. The urge to punch something, or
someone
, reared up inside him. Gods, this was the benefit to staying alone in his ship in the middle of space. Things were nice and clear, with no cocky, infuriating space pirates to piss him off. He knew it was too good to be true—too good for him to have any part of it.

“Look, sorry if I’m coming across like an idiot here, but I’m a tad confused.” Gar pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. “You said you don’t do
this
with no indication of what
this
is. Do you want to do
this
with me or do you want to run screaming out the airlock? I know my preference is quickly shifting to the latter.”

The dip and pull of the mattress caught Gar’s attention. He lifted his hands from his face and stared. “Where are you going?”

“You need to rest. I’m going to go program the ship to take us to the
Belle Kurve
.” Faolan paused halfway through buttoning up his pants to face Gar. “Unless you have a problem with that? It’s your ship after all and I wouldn’t want to piss you off.”

Things had soured between them and for the life of him, Gar didn’t have a clue what he’d done wrong. “Not at all. Just don’t ding her coming out of orbit.”

Faolan nodded. “Get some rest. You’ve been up for nearly two days. I’ll wake you when we get close.”

“Thanks.” Faolan was out the door before the word left Gar’s lips.

Rolling onto his back, he let his forearm fall across his face and let out a sigh.
What the fuck had just happened?

Chapter Ten

The cool air of the cockpit did little to sooth Faolan’s annoyance. He first thought Gar would follow him to push matters, grind him down until a confession fell from Faolan’s mouth. He should have realized the young man didn’t need to sink to such tactics, especially when his mark had such a big mouth and a normal willingness to talk.

Well, not this time.

Somehow, over the hour Faolan had Gar tied and bound, naked and wanting on his bed, Faolan’s emotions had crept out to play. How they’d escaped his notice, Faolan still wasn’t sure, but there they stood, bright and colorful, inevitable and messy. In three days, Gar had accomplished what only one other person had managed over the course of his life—he made Faolan want to love.

The ship’s computer beeped softly at him, feeding a steady stream of readings from the sector. The noise was soothing, though it did little to clear his mind. It didn’t make sense, his feelings for this man. He was eight years Gar’s senior and a criminal living on the edge of proper society, hunted on a daily basis by others. He had nothing to offer Gar that the young man didn’t already possess on his own. Faolan’s life was his ship and his crew. They looked to him to keep them safe and provide for their livelihood—the very things he knew Gar instinctively avoided.

Faolan couldn’t escape his obligations—never really wanted to.

Since Kayla’s death—Gods, had it
really
been ten years—he’d made a point of not romantically attaching himself to anyone. With his illness and impending death, he didn’t want to put someone else through the emotional pain of dealing with him through the end stages. It was bad enough he knew Mace would stick by his side until the bitter end, even if it was the last thing he wanted to put her through. He really hoped she didn’t find out.

If he were being honest with himself—and Faolan tried to do that if nothing else— if there was one person he could choose to be there with him, it would be Gar. Yes, it was selfish and totally out of character from the flamboyant Captain Wolf everyone was used to seeing, but he was only a man. A lonely one at that. There was something about the bounty hunter, a solid core of unshakable strength he would be able to draw on to help him focus.

Faolan wouldn’t do it. He didn’t want to put that on Gar.

Closing his eyes, Faolan rested his head back on the pilot’s chair and did his best to ignore the overwhelming scent of Gar in the room. Despite all their differences, their love of space was at least the same. He recognized the look of awe when Gar stared out into the vastness of the space before them. Most men and women who lived amongst the stars shared it—the realization that you were nothing more than a speck in the enormity of the universe. It was a humbling thought.