“Mm hmm,” Lindsay agreed wordlessly and Drew stroked again, inside him, making Lindsay whine and arch his body.
“Look at you,” Drew whispered, his expression rapt. “Loving this.” By now he knew what it was he’d done to make Lindsay yell like that, so he did it again, and again, till Lindsay was incoherent with pleasure, his lean prick hard and leaking and needful.
“Please,” Lindsay begged. “I need your cock inside me, before you make me spend.”
“God, yes,” Drew agreed, carefully withdrawing his fingers. “I want that. Want to be inside you when you spend. Want to feel you around my prick.”
Lindsay pulled back his knees, exposing himself even further, shameless now in his lust.
If Drew had had any doubts as to what to do, he’d already discarded them. Running his hands up the back of Lindsay’s thighs, he angled Lindsay’s body perfectly to be penetrated, eyeing Lindsay’s desperate hole with lustful ardour.
“Do it,” Lindsay urged him. “Fuck me.”
And Drew did.
He plunged inside Lindsay in one, long smooth thrust and they both cried out. Drew’s cock felt huge inside Lindsay, a great thick pole of hammering flesh, warm and alive and insistent. And God, that was exactly where Lindsay wanted him. In Lindsay’s arse, fucking him,owninghim inside and out.
“Oh God,” Lindsay said on a stuttering breath. “I’m not going to last. You feel good. Like no one else.”
Drew made a noise of incoherent agreement and began fucking Lindsay in earnest. Long, hard thrusts of his big cock that hit Lindsay in that best, most intimate spot, again and again, till it was all he could do just to hold on to the man and surrender to the exquisite, almost unbearable pleasure, wanting it to last forever. To never end.
It couldn’t last forever, of course, or even very long. They were both of them far too gone in their lust to drag it out for more than a few minutes. Even trying his hardest to hold off his climax, Lindsay soon succumbed, going under in a great, dragging wave of orgasm that wrenched through his whole body, digging his heels into Drew’s back as the man savagely fucked him through the surging, mindless pleasure. Hoarse cries spilled from their lips as they came together, Drew’s semen flooding Lindsay while Lindsay spent between their sweat-slicked bodies.
When it was over, they lay there, limbs going slack, Drew’s breath warm and damp on Lindsay’s neck. Lindsay inhaled the mingled scents of sex and Drew and himself and felt settled in an unfamiliar way, his headstrong wolf calmed to rare placid contentment.
At length, Drew raised his head, looking down at Lindsay with an unreadable expression. He said nothing though, rolling his weight off Lindsay to lie instead at his side. There had been something animal about the way they’d come together, but now Lindsay could feel the human world and human considerations pressing in on them again, and the fragile bond just forged between them could not bear such heavy weight.
Drew spoke first, his voice husky. “You are leaving.” It was not a question. He threw his arm over his face and added hoarsely, “I should not have done that.”
Hurt, Lindsay replied sharply, “Why not? You enjoyed it. Don’t pretend otherwise.”
Drew sat up abruptly and glared down at Lindsay. “That’s why I shouldn’t have done it,” he bit out. “Now I know. Now I have to live with knowing and not having y—thisagain.”
Lindsay opened his mouth to say of course he could have it again—any man with their inclinations would want Drew Nicol—then he realised, with sick certainty, that he couldn’t bear the thought of Drew with anyone else.
Hell.
Slowly, carefully, he said, “I intend to come back some day. I can’t be sure when, but we could—”
“Don’t,” Drew interrupted. Without looking at Lindsay, he scrambled off the bed and grabbed his drawers. He yanked them on with jerky motions, then reached for his shirt.
Lindsay’s gut twisted. Carefully, he said, “Is there a reason—”
“Please, Lindsay,” Drew said unsteadily. His eyes were closed now, his expression pained. “This whole thing has been a—a kind of madness on my part. The truth is, it’s probably for the best that you’re leaving.”
“Is that what you think?” Lindsay whispered. He heard the hurt in his voice and felt exposed. Humiliated.
Drew shook his head, still not looking at Lindsay. “Before I met you, I never did these things.”
Lindsay’s heart was raw and bleeding, and in his pain, he lashed out. “You might not have done them,” he bit out. “But I’ll wager you thought about them plenty of times.”
Drew’s head snapped up and his eyes flashed. “That may be true,” he admitted. “But thoughts are not actions. It’s a man’s actions that matter in the end. Those are his legacy.”
Lindsay gave a bitter laugh. “Is that what you think?”
“It’s what Iknow.”
“All right then,” Lindsay sneered. “Tell me what your oh-so-noble legacy is to be. No, wait, let me guess. You want to do what everyone else in your polite little corner of the world does. Marry again and produce a few brats.” He laughed again, without humour. “Do you really think that’s immortality?”
