“What?” Finley covered Kage’s hand with his. The familiar gentleness melted Kage.
He remained stoic. That, he was good at. “You said you wanted to talk in private. Unless you prefer someplace else.”
“No, your room works.”
Finley was usually easy to read, and Kage was an expert when it came to gauging the level of pleasure on someone’s face. But today, the amount of emotions spinning on Finley’s features were too many to decipher. As Kage touched the small of Finley’sback, splaying his fingers over the warm flesh, the ink on Finley’s shoulder blade drew his attention. One of the dates was today’s.
Shit.
Kage led them to his room, sliding his arm around Finley’s waist. On the surface, he told himself it was to comfort Finley, but in reality he knew he just couldn’t stop touching him.
As promised, a selection of sandwiches and hors d'oeuvres were waiting for them on covered trays in the room. He’d have to extend his gratitude to the club’s chef.
Finley excused himself to go to the bathroom and Kage opened the small glass bottle of pineapple juice from the table. He paced the carpet, unsure of how to broach the subject of Finley’s tattoo. Should he?
“How are you today?” Kage asked as Finley returned.
Finley poured himself a glass of water, ignoring the food. “Good. Why?”
He shouldn’t meddle. It was none of his business. And yet. “It’s October first. The date on your shoulder blade.”
Finley’s jaw twitched, and he placed his glass back on the table. “It’s been two years since Max…” He pursed his lips and shook his head.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Finley scoffed then straightened his shoulders as if getting ready for battle. “No. I want something else. You. I need you, Kage.” He stepped closer, his hands on Kage’s hips and sliding down Kage’s thighs as he knelt on the floor.
He must have changed his mind about the talk.
His big body in a submissive pose and his green eyes turned up in a questioning look threatened to undo Kage on the spot.
“Are you sure about this?” Kage cupped Finley’s cheek, and the man leaned into the touch as if hungry for it. Who was Kage to say no? Why would he?
“Yes.” Finley pressed his face into Kage’s leather-covered groin and nuzzled it. “I’ve never sucked cock before.”
A groan escaped Kage as his dick hardened at the attention. “And you want mine to be your first?” He didn’t deserve that gift. But he wasn’t strong enough to refuse it.
“Fuck, yeah.” Finley’s fingers were steady when he opened the buttons of Kage’s fly and buried his face in the crook of his thigh. “You smell so good.” He inhaled then released the air on a moan. “Leather and you. Your soap and sweat. Fuck.”
Getting fancy toiletries from France paid off for once.
Finley wanted an experience. And he would get one. Sliding his fingers into Finley’s hair, Kage pulled his head back.
“Take my cock out then hold your hands behind your back.”
Finley did as he was told, his hands sure and steady, his gaze filled with fascination. Sitting on his ankles, he looked up, awaiting further instructions. Fucking hell, he was perfect.
“Very good.” Kage stroked his dick once, pulling the foreskin back, then guided it to Finley’s open mouth. He was so eager, so absolutely gorgeous in his submission, Kage was caught between drawing the moment out forever, and coming on Finley’s face and chest in under a minute. “Breathe through your nose and don’t use your teeth.” Kage thrust his hips gently, guiding Finley by the hair as the man licked around the crown before he took in the length halfway.
Finley looked up, the green of his eyes even more intense in the bright lights of the room. They would be gorgeous with tears of need and lust swimming in them.
The moan Finley released vibrated through Kage’s dick to his balls. He sucked as if he was savouring it; whether it was the cock or the experience, Kage would never know. But fuck if it wasn’t the hottest blow job he’d received in a long while.
Because he didn’t let anyone blow him as a rule. His cock was off limits to subs. But who was Finley to him?
His worrying thoughts dissipated when Finley groaned and thrust his hips, diligently keeping his hands behind his back. He was visibly hard; the leather stretched around his impressive erection.
Kage poked Finley’s hard-on with the tip of his boot and received a needy whimper in return.Holy hell.A tingle of heat shot through Kage’s thighs and lower back. He pulled Finley off by the hair before he went too far and blew in his mouth. A trickle of saliva glistened on Finley’s lips and he licked it off, his gaze on Kage as he sat back, knees parted.
