Under His Guard (12 page)

“Relax, baby,” I shushed, my soft words at odds with the loud spank I unleashed against his flank.

“Uh, uh!”

“I'm gonna be here a long time.”

He reached a hand back to drag my face closer. “Oh yeah! Get in dere,
beb
.”

I ate the holy hell out of his ass, stopping only to catch my breath, wipe my mouth, and start again. His loud vocals spurred me on from gentle teasing to full-fledged feasting on his divine cherry. “You've got no idea how long I've waited to be in here.”

My jaw pressed against his scrotum. I tongued inside, curling and flicking. My fingers opened him, too, until I was kissing, biting, eating. “So fucking tight. How long's it been?”

Leon's long, guttural groan finally formed breathless words. “A long time. Since before I had a hankerin' for Cannon, far as I can remember.”

A pure shot of jealousy possessed me. I growled and nailed his prostate with a finger. “You still hot for him?”

“
Non!
Oh fuck, Darke…fuck me…”

“Not yet.” I maneuvered beneath him and went for his cock. Levering his length toward my mouth, I said, “And I said I don't fuck. I make love.” I took him straight down my throat, caressing him with my tongue.

Leon's shouts echoed off the stone walls. His firm thickness filled my mouth as his thighs quivered on either side of my head. I grunted around him, tempted to stroke myself, but one touch and my dick would shoot off. Pressing on his clenched abs, I pushed him from my mouth. He gasped and trembled. His back arched in the most beautiful form I'd ever seen. He glowed with a light sheen of perspiration and was flushed with lust.

I craved him like nothing else.

I rolled Leon to his back. His sumptuous lips were too much to resist. I kissed his mouth, his neck, his jaw, where a light sprinkling of stubble rasped my lips. As I reared up between his legs, the tendons on my thighs were tight and my cock was a darker shade than the rest of my skin, the flesh stretched taut and shiny. It reached beyond my belly, its girth wider than ever before.

“Holy hell. That's goin' in me?” His voice cracked. With his hands cupping my shoulders, he bent up to capture one of my nipples between his moist, pink lips. His movement brought the head of my cock into contact with his pucker.

My eyes slammed shut, and I held his head against me. “I can come all over you instead.”

He pulled back and grabbed the lube. “Like hell you will.”

Leon held himself up and open, his cock pulsing against his stomach, a pool of clear release sticking to his skin. His bud mesmerized me. He poured lube over my fingers and into my palm, his eyes never leaving the big black staff throbbing from between my thighs. I slowly glided my fingers up and down my shaft, tempting him. His fingers came forward to teasingly polish the broad cap of my cock, gathering the slick from my fingertips to use on his own. I breathed fast and shallow, on the verge of coming from that light touch alone. I let him work on my dick while I joined three wet fingers to slowly plunge them inside of him.

With a moan, he looked down his body. My first knuckles breached him. His pelvis tilted farther up, aiding my ingress.

“Look at that, boy.” My balls churned, and I needed to take my place inside him.

When I said
boy
, Leon's gaze flipped to mine. He liked it at times like this because he knew he was mine and I'd take care of him in all ways. His arousal saturated my mind, pulled my features tight, and made my muscles strain.

All three of my fingers deep inside him, I wiggled and pumped slowly. His hips swiveled, always chasing my retreating fingers. The cover was in disarray because of his writhing. When I started banging harder and faster, spreading out my fingers, Leon went wild. He shouted and scratched and bit at my neck and arms.

“You ready for my cock?” I asked, rolling the condom down my throbbing shaft.

“
Oui
. Yes, yes!”

“Leon, love.”

His dazed, hungry eyes found mine.

“I need to know you want this.” The head of my cock was primed at his tender opening. My arms shook. My abdomen tightened. “I need to know you want me.”

“Feels like I've always wanted you,
cher
.” His hands smoothed my cheeks, then joined at the back of my neck.

It was excruciating to go so slowly with him, but I wouldn't force him. I wouldn't rush him. Little by little, I entered Leon. He stretched around the crown of my cock until he accepted me inside that first ring of muscle. I gripped the base of my shaft, so close to exploding I had to lock down on all my muscles and shut my eyes from the sight of him taking me in.

I curled forward around him, breathing in his heady scent. His palms smoothed down my back, and I felt him moving his hips, loosening slightly, wanting me.

Inhaling deeply, I looped my arms around him. “Just a little more, angel.”

“Why do you call me dat?”

I turned my head for a kiss. “Because you are mine, my saving grace.”

Leon sucked in a breath and moaned. His passage relented, his legs locked around my waist, hands clasping my shoulders.

I rose up on my arms and grunted, “You're also a dirty, hot fuck.” I thrust all the way inside him.

The tight intensity was almost too much to bear. Being inside Leon, finally, for the first time, I couldn't move for fear of coming. I watched him frown, his mouth fallen open. Kissing and licking and nipping all along his throat, I stroked my hands down his sides to his hips, around to his pert round ass.

He relaxed with a gasp.

I drew out a bit, massaging more oil along my cock.

“Oh…oh…
m'dieu
…” he stuttered when I slowly pressed deep again.

The heat coming off his skin was no match for the inferno of his channel that wrapped around me so closely, stars burst into my vision. I stilled inside, desperate to hang on to my control. Leon started to groan and beg. I looked down to see my thick black cock stretching his pale pink hole to the max and Leon loving every minute of it.

“Do it. Fuck me. Have me. Make me yours.” His harsh words ran like fingertips up my spine and down to my balls.

I withdrew at a treacherously slow pace and slid back inside with another languid thrust.

He grasped my neck, biting my shoulder hard. “
Merde!
Fuck me! I need you!”

That was it. I took a giant breath and drew out only to slam inside, knocking the next words from Leon's gasping lips. “Like that?”

He clung to me, his eyes hazy and gold-ringed with wide circles of dilated black. “Yes. Yes! Lose it. I need you to lose it in me.”

I roared, shedding my tightly strung control. I hadn't let anyone inside emotionally or physically since Wilde and Tam. Now I nailed Leon so deeply he clawed my back, his cock jerking between our slapping bellies. The savage consummation of six months of flirtation and play, of loss and powerlessness made me snap. I took what Leon had offered in the early-winter months over and over again. I took him hard and fast despite my need to make love to him. I couldn't contain myself. I wouldn't lose him.

I pulled out, gasping for air. My chest heaved. Leon's cheeks were red, his neck covered in love bites. His shaft leaped up. I slapped a broad hand down on his upturned ass and slapped my dick across it. He was so tight, so taut, my cock bounced off him.

“Put me inside,” I bit out.

Sure hands and long fingers guided me to his passage. Once he had me snug against him, he lifted his ass, taking me in.

My breath fell from my lips with a gasp. “That's right, sexy boy. Fuck my cock.”

He whimpered. His hands pulled me forward until I tunneled deep inside. Then I wrapped one hand around both his wrists. Raising them above his head, I started slamming. “You still wanna forget?”

“No.” He mewled at the sensation of my cock pounding inside of him.

“That's right. No more running. No more forgetting. No more flirting with anyone else.”

I wrapped a hand around his shaft, using quick squeezes just under the ridge of his head. He came quickly, screaming my name, spurting across both our chests and spurring me on.

I sucked my come-covered fingers into my mouth and then slanted my lips over his. “And no goddamn dying on me.”

The constrictions of his throbbing passage shredded the last of my control. I came with rapid bursts, overflowing the condom until it leaked out in a sexy, sordid mess. My world went white-hot, my hearing filled with the sounds of his deep-voiced moans and my yells.

I fell to my back, bringing Leon across me in a tangle of arms and legs and labored breaths. I filled my hands with his hair, dropping a kiss to his forehead. “You okay?”

“You din't break me, if dat's what you're askin'.”

I kissed the willful smirk off his lips, content when he curled against me. “No one should ever break you, angel.”

His hands drifted up and down my back and sides and I stretched into his caress. My shaft rose again, prodding his thigh. He grasped it in a fist that couldn't completely close around the girth.

“
Merde
. So big. I can't believe you put dis all the way inside me.”

His words and his touches turned me on until my legs tensed and released fitfully. I lowered my mouth to kiss along the tops of his shoulders from one side to the other.

My voice dropped to a deep tone. “That cock you're stroking wants to be inside you again.”

He abruptly stopped, pulling his hand back as if my shaft burned him. “I think my ass needs to recover first.”

I chuckled into his hair, teasing out the soft lobe of his ear with my tongue.

Leon leaned on to an elbow. “How well did I know you before?”

Laughing with a deep rumble, I skimmed my palms over his rear. “Not this well.”

“We never made love?”

“Leon, you'd remember if we had, if nothing else.”

He grinned. “I can believe dat.” Then his smile disappeared. “What about your past?”

“There was nothing before you.” I lay back and shut my eyes.

“Dat ain't true. I know dat ain't true, Darke.”

“Sometimes I wish there was nothing before you.” If I opened myself up to him, I risked more than just loving and losing him. I would feel him, his emotions, even more intensely the tighter we were bound.

“Your
maman
, your dad…please,
beb
. Let me in.” He knocked a fist against my chest. I opened my eyes to see his, shadowed and serious.

“What do you want to know?”

“Just about every'ting.”

“That's sure asking a lot, sweet baby.” I dragged him across me, watching a blush spread across his face. “My mother was a blues singer, famous in her time. It turned out to be her downfall. It got her noticed by the Company, and nothing good ever comes of that.”

Leon snorted. “Don't I know it.”

“Music and arts were immediately outlawed when the Company came into power. They could've imprisoned her or worse, so at first, when they made her perform in their clubs, she counted herself lucky.” I rode my thumb across his pouty bottom lip. “Skin color caused race wars in Old History. Now the new government came along and claimed their way was better, more egalitarian, if you can frigging believe that.” I gave a dry huff of laughter. “They might not have discriminated based on race, but they sure as fuck tyrannize in every other sense, don't they? All they did was trade one oppression for a host of others.”

“What was her name?”

“Soleil.”

Leon popped up. “But dat's French!” He frowned. “For sun, and she named you Darke?”

“It was about the nature of things.” Lacing my fingers through his, I watched the play of our skin. “Light and dark. Like you and me.”

“And what was your papa called?”

“Reginald.”

He spluttered a laugh. “Well, I'm glad you aren't Reggie Junior. Darke suits you.” He kissed my knuckles.

It did, except when I was with Leon, like this.

“What happened in the Company clubs? When did she meet your papa?”

“You weren't kidding when you said you were curious.” I pressed our joined hands to my chest. “Her freedom was stolen from her. She was their caged bird with her brilliant voice, their pet, made to perform. Song kept her alive, and occasionally she was accompanied by my father. He was one of her fellow musicians. A saxophonist, very talented. His emotions were vibrant and colorful, lighting up her gray world the few times they performed together. She felt emotions from others, you see. It was part of what made her music soulful.”

“She what now?”

“She was an empath.” I'd never told Leon about this unusual trait I'd inherited from her. I decided to give him honesty, in one form or another tonight. My voice lowered when I said, “Like me.”

He sprung up like a jack-in-the-box toy. “You what?”

“I can sense the emotions of people I'm closely connected to.”

He sat across from me on the bed. “Okay. Dat's not creepy at all.”

My cheeks grew hot as he sat there, staring at me. “Go on. Ask it.”

He clapped his hands, more lively than I'd seen him in a long time. And I was just so happy to be there for his entertainment. “Can you feel what I'm feelin' now?”

“Amused.” I raised an eyebrow.

Closing his eyes, he was quiet for a moment. Then he stared at me with a serious look. “And now?”

I rolled my eyes, indulging him a second time. “Trying to be solemn. Still amused.”

His lips quirked in delight before he frowned hard. “Now?”

Laughing, I pulled him back into my embrace. “You know you can't change your moods just because you want to, baby. You're still
highly
amused.”

“I get the feelin' I won't be laughin' in a few minutes.”

I shook my head. “No. They fell in love, the chanteuse and the saxophonist. With all musical practices illegal outside the government's sanctions, they had to stay as performing monkeys to remain alive.”