Scavengers: Collection - Books 1-4 (Zombie Gentlemen) (m/m zombie steampunk erotic romance) (29 page)

He let out a soft laugh, breaking the kiss to nuzzle the side of James’ face. “Ya smell s’good.”

“You too.” Ira furrowed his eyebrows when James made another attempt to carry him. It was awkward and Ira kept wondering if they wouldn’t end up slumping to the ground like two sacks of potatoes, but he wouldn’t hurt his lover’s pride by saying it, even if it did leave him with a lump on the back of his head. James' entire body strained with effort, but eventually he managed to carry Ira to his desk, and drop his arse on the desktop.

“God! You’re such a lump of a man!” James laughed.

“Sorry for bein’ tall’n’well built.” Ira snorted, supporting his hands on the desk and looking at his partner with mock-sadness.

“Oh, I suppose you will have to do.” James slid between Ira's parted thighs, stroking them without hurry. It was oddly soothing and Ira rewarded him with another kiss.

James’ sudden pushiness was a surprising development, but Ira didn’t mind it at all, enjoying the insistent touch on his legs. The peaceful atmosphere in the office had a calming effect on both of them.

“I love your hard muscles,” James confessed, exploring Ira’s stomach with his fingers.

“Ah yeah?” Ira let his jacket drop to the desk. He moved his hands to unbuckle the harness holding his daggers in place. Most of the time, he was the one in charge of their coupling and didn’t receive so much initiative from James, so he let himself enjoy the touch. It was something James needed.

“Yes. Sometimes I think I could come just from grinding against your thigh as you sleep,” James whispered against Ira's neck and gave his legs a firm squeeze.

Ira felt himself harden at those words, his breath becoming rapid. “Ya rapin’ me in my sleep?” He stroked his hands over his lover’s arms.

“No, just your thighs!” James chuckled, leaning in for a kiss.

“And ya still have enough energy to let me bugger ya?” Ira drew in a sharp breath and bit hard on his lover's ear, tugging it with his teeth. “Impressive.”

“My excitement for you never falters. I want to have you all the time. I would quit work if I could, just to lie there, roped up all day,” James said, never breaking eye contact as he unbuckled his belt.

Ira shook his head with a delighted laugh. “Can’t believe how naughty y'are!” he breathed, tightening his grip on James’ arms and yanking him forward. “That I can give ya.”

James’ breath became raspy as he leaned closer to Ira's ear. “I want to give you something back.”

“What?” Ira grinned into the ceiling when James' warm breath brushed over his skin. He was unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. He kept moving his hips, enjoying how the fabric tightened on his cock with each upward thrust.

“All my love,” James teased with a smile, kissing Ira’s jaw.

Ira looked at him, becoming even more interested. What was James trying to say? “Sounds excitin'.”

“I certainly hope so.” James' smile was so smug, Ira felt the urge to kiss it off him. As if they needed an excuse for kissing. James' hand pushing him back on the desk was uncharacteristically firm.

Ira leaned back, supporting his weight on his elbows to look down at James. His chest heaved with excitement. “Ya wanna kiss it?” He wiggled his hips a bit.

“I want to kiss you all over.” James pulled Ira’s pants down to his knees. Ira smiled at him, opening his mouth to point out his unusual decisiveness, but this brought back the events from the skyway and he became serious.

“Thank ya for before.”

“For what?” James pulled Ira’s shirt up to kiss his belly.

Ira swallowed, feeling a sudden tightness in his throat. “Standin’ up for me.”

James looked up at him, with his tongue trailing down Ira’s stomach and across his navel. Ira gasped, feeling a tingle of response in his groin, powerful enough to make his toes curl.

“You’re family now,” James said, as if it were obvious.

“Still. I was impressed.” Ira reached out to brush his thumb across James' beautifully carved cheekbone.

“I refuse to let you go.” James' glistening eyes looked up at Ira with pure, unguarded adoration. Ira could lose himself in them, only to lose himself again in those succulent lips trailing down to his crotch.

“Ah, yes. I’m right ‘ere.” He exhaled, moving his hips, his groin rubbing against James’ throat and he laughed as his imagination ran wild. He liked how the sharp ridge of the Adam’s apple felt against his cock, but he
loved
it when James swallowed around him.

“And we’ll make it work. With Katherine, with us.” James slid down and took the tip of the penis between his hot lips.

“Ah,” was all he could respond to that, too absorbed in the pleasure of the first entry to articulate any coherent words. He let his head fall back and drew his legs up, supporting his heels on the edge of the desk. James’ groan sent a shiver up his cock as he took more of Ira's length. Ira grabbed his hair, pulling him down and used his feet to push his hips up, effectively forcing his cock balls deep into James’ mouth. His lover’s body arched up in an attempt to stop choking and accommodate him in his throat. Ira's breath came in sharp pants as he looked down at James' reddened face and focused on his watering eyes. He loved how eager James was to eat his prick.

“Makes me wanna strap ya to this desk and flog ya bright red!” Ira laughed huskily, rocking his hips against James' mouth, fucking it without haste. The velvet sleeve of that throat was making his senses scream with pleasure, just like the soft hair that teased the skin on his thighs.

James whimpered into Ira’s cock, tears trailing down his hollowed cheeks as his whole body worked to satisfy Ira. What made it even better was that James really liked to take him up to the root. Gagging, trembling arching his back, as if he needed to make more room for Ira within his body and wasn’t willing to settle for anything less but perfect. James sometimes even provoked Ira to take him in such a way.

“Fuck, yar so fuckin’ good!”

Never stopping his ministrations, James reached towards the trousers pooled around Ira's boots, and fished out the little jar of salve. He seemed so eager, jerking his hips in the air. Ira grinned at him, gently brushing his fingers over the salty wetness on James' face.

“Ah, lusty, aren’t we?!” He slid his hands up James' head and pulled him off his aching shaft. Ira’s breath hitched as he took in the sight in front of him. James looked beautifully obscene with his chin wet from saliva and reddened eyes.

“God yes,” he muttered in a sexy, just-had-my-throat-fucked voice, blinking back the tears. “I want to have you today, Ira.”

“Have me?” Ira asked, somewhat flatly as he came to the sudden realization of what James was coming at all along. He didn’t know what to make of it. James had always been completely submissive in bed, and never even suggested he would like to give the other side a try.

“Yes...” James bit his lip with a frown and slowly opened his own trousers. “Deep between your strong hard thighs.”

Ira felt a flash of heat coursing through his body from head to toe. It felt as if he couldn’t draw a normal breath anymore. “Ya never said ya want...” he trailed off, looking at James in a whole new way.

“Because it’s different with you.” James looked up and down Ira’s body with obvious appreciation. “I want to be with you in
every
way.”

Ira smiled at him, a pleasant warmth spreading through his chest. “It’s been a while,” he finally said, stroking his fingers over the sides of James’ face and along his half-open mouth.

“But you do want it too?” He leaned in for yet another kiss before drawing back to study Ira’s reaction.

Ira smiled in encouragement, sensing it was something James needed to go through with his plan. Playing the passive role wasn’t his first preference, but he did enjoy this end of the act as well. And if James wanted to have him, he was more than willing to comply. “I want ya to be ‘appy.”

“I want to feel you are just as mine as I am yours.” James slowly pushed his own trousers down. Ira shivered, pulling him closer by the hair for another passionate kiss. His heart was thrashing against his ribs in a furious rhythm.

“Like this?”

“Yes. I want to know how it would feel to be right in you. Connected,” James said into Ira’s lips, stroking his thighs to finally push Ira’s trousers off. Ira smiled into his mouth, loving the tickle of his lover’s long locks. James' words made him warm all over.

“Do it.”

“Oh yes, I’m going to make you feel like heaven.” James gave him an intent look and Ira felt his slick fingers between his buttocks. It was a strange sensation after not being touched like that for a long time. Ira had a dominant nature, but he was willing to give up control, because what he felt for James would make this experience special. And he
was
eager to take away one more type of James’ virginity, with a man at least. With his eyes firmly locked with James, Ira spread his thighs even further, feeling heat all over his cheeks. As if sensing his embarrassment by the switched position, James ducked his head to nuzzle Ira’s cheek, sending shocks of pleasure straight to Ira’s groin.

“I love you so much, my heart aches.” James trailed sweet, soothing kisses along Ira’s jaw all the way to his ear. Ira was distinctly aware of his lover’s thumb at his entrance. It kept circling the sensitive hole, gently teasing Ira only to push all the way in when it was least expected. Ira let out a strangled moan, tensing up at the invasion, but leaned into James’ arms, eager to make him feel welcome.

“I know--” Ira trailed off, his voice choked with emotion. It didn’t take long for James to pull out the thumb, just to replace it with two fingers. The little kisses he kept showering over the shell of Ira’s ear felt like a brush of butterfly wings. There was something gentle and submissive in James even in this configuration. After a moment, Ira managed to relax into the stretching and pulled his lover close with a content sigh. He reached for James’ hand and pressed it further against his hole, his excitement rising in unison with the throb in his cock.

“Yar so gentle,” he muttered, exposing his neck for James who was now carefully moving his fingers in and out of Ira’s anus. Ira gasped, bearing down on the digits, surprised at the scorching heat produced by the friction. He didn’t remember this being so good.

“Is that not to your liking?” James looked up at him, teeth digging into his lower lip. Ira didn't think any expression could possibly be more disarming than this. He let out a breathless laugh, not caring about the havoc and danger outside. It was just him and James now and nothing could take this moment away from them, no matter how this day would end for London.

“No. Can’t wait to take yar innocence again.” Ira mimicked James’ expression. His lover’s face became serious at once.

“There is nothing innocent about me.” The power behind James' gaze kept Ira frozen in place as the fingers withdrew from his hole with a silent pop.

“No?” Ira felt his face splitting into a wide grin, but that didn't stop him from pressing a chaste kiss to James' mouth. All inhibitions gone, he wrapped his legs around James' waist and pulled him closer. “I thought ya hadn't buggered anyone yet.”

“I haven’t. But that does not mean I am innocent.” James breathed against Ira’s lips, using the slick hand to guide the head of his cock to Ira’s hole. Ira drew in a sharp breath, holding him close, his whole body ready to welcome James.

“All my fault.”

“In a way,” James teased and then, with his eyes firmly locked with Ira’s, he made the push, setting Ira’s cheeks aflame. The blunt head stopped in the shallow grip of Ira’s sphincter before backing away and pushing in again. It was mind-boggling.

Ira groaned, clawing at his lover’s arms in desperation. The penetration didn’t hurt one bit if he didn’t count the heavy ache in his groin and he didn’t want to wait anymore. At this moment, in this room, there was nothing he wanted more than James’ cock deep inside of him.
 “Come on, fill me!” he pleaded, showering James' face with urgent kisses. He felt unbearably hot and for some inexplicable reason, he was convinced having James as deep inside as he would go, would soothe the fever.

“Oh yeah... You can’t wait, can you?” James bit on his ear and drove all the way in, piercing his way through Ira's welcoming heat.

“Yes!” Ira cried, his body arching beneath James. The rapid pulsing in his temples screamed loud enough to mute all outside noise. The cock felt much larger than it seemed when Ira held it in his hand. He leaned up, opening James’ lips with his tongue and his lover instantly gave in, his eyes closed. With his hands flat on the desk, caging Ira's body, James started moving his hips with an expression of bliss so pure and beautiful that Ira couldn’t look away. He wanted to memorize every soft line on James’ face at that first entry. His body moved to meet the thrusts halfway, angling his hips for James's prick to brush over his special spot. Ira furrowed his brows at the slight sting he felt each time the cock went in deep, but even this minor discomfort was forgotten, drowned by the ecstasy of being so close to his beloved.

They moved together, kissing, hugging and caressing. Ira held James, letting him savor the first time he was taking a man. He felt James' raising urgency in his kiss, in the way James slammed his hips into Ira, his body trembling with the effort to hold back just a moment longer. “Oh yeah... almost there...” he muttered, grabbing Ira’s cock with his slippery fingers.