Hunger (Chicken Ranch Gentlemen's Club Book 1) (8 page)

A handful of steps brought him to Killian. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

Killian wrapped his arms around Declan and pulled him close enough to make their erections sword fight. His Adam's apple bobbed. "I think I do."

Declan twined his arms around Killian's neck and nipped the other man's strong chin. "Prove it."

Killian fell backward onto the bed, taking Declan with him. They bounced on the mattress, wiggling until they were situated side by side, their mouths locked together. Declan put his all into the kiss, licking and nibbling at Killian's lips and tongue. In return, Killian kissed him back with an enthusiasm that robbed him of the ability to think about anything but the man wriggling in his embrace and the burning need building in his body.

Breathless, Declan slid his hands over every inch of skin he could reach without ending their kiss. He rubbed over solid shoulders and the firm rise of pectoral muscles. Killian's stiff nipples stabbed his palms, earning a pinch before he moved on to the shallow dip between muscular abs. Skin, warm and alive under his touch, quivered from the lightest of caresses. Upon traveling farther down, soft and curly hair tickled his fingertips. He wrapped his hand around Killian's big prick and gave it a loose pump from root to crown.

The taste of Killian's groan was as unexpected as it was delicious. So was the way he cupped Declan's buttocks and squeezed. Killian's fingertips dipped into Declan's crease, the very tips skimming over his hole.

Declan bucked, pushing his ass back against Killian's hands. In desperate need of air, he tore his mouth away from Killian's. "Fuck…
please
…I want you so bad."

"You have me." Killian buried his face in the curve of Declan's neck, kissing from ear to throat. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Damn right you're not." Declan tightened his hand around Killian's shaft and pumped it hard. "I have you right where I want you."

"Are you sure?" Killian feathered his lips over Declan's collarbone. "I can think of several things you might prefer for me to do—a couple of very specific places where I could use my mouth." He lifted his head and looked down at Declan while his hand migrated south and cupped Declan's balls. "But if you'd rather just hold my dick…"

"No! No, that's okay." Declan skimmed his fingers over Killian's lips. "You go right ahead and lick whatever you want."
Please
. He wasn't about to refuse having Killian's mouth on his junk. In fact, he could hardly wait for it.

"Mmm." Killian's lips whispered down the center of Declan's chest and angled over the curve of his right pec. Warm, humid breath wafted over his nipple. "I've been thinking about this. Planning all the ways I wanted to love on you. Starting right here…" He flicked his tongue back and forth over Declan's nipple, caught it with his lips, and sucked on the tender bud.

"Oh yeah." Declan arched his back, pushing his chest up for more contact. "Good…ah…good start."

"Mm hmm." Killian switched to the other and tormented it with his lips, teeth, and tongue until it stood as hard and inflamed as the first. Then he diverted his attention to the shallow valley between Declan's pec and below, licking his way from solar plexus to upper groin.

Declan wiggled, eager to feel Killian's mouth where he needed it most. He gripped Killian's broad shoulders, lightly nudging him to no avail. Killian obviously wasn't going to budge until he was ready. "Fuck, Killian. Suck me already."

Killian nuzzled the smooth, tender plane of bare skin beside Declan's right hip. "In a minute."

"Quit. That's ticklish." Declan bucked, driving the tip of his cock into the side of Killian's jaw. He moaned and did it again, relishing the way Killian's coarse stubble abraded the sensitive knot of nerves beneath the head.

Killian grasped Declan's shaft and held it upright. He leaned forward and ran his tongue around the circumference of the head. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes.
Oh, yes
. God, suck me." He was going to lose his mind if his dick didn't get some attention soon.

With no further fanfare, Killian sucked him in and swallowed half his shaft in one long, wet pull. Nimble fingers cupped his balls and rolled them, the very tips rubbing the soft, sensitive skin beneath. He bobbed up and down, licking and slurping, taking Declan into what had to be the sweetest place his dick had ever known over and over again.

Before Declan was ready, Killian popped his mouth off Declan's prick and looked up at him over the rise of his chest. "Lift up for me."

Was he going to…?

Declan lifted his legs, caught them each right behind the knee, and pulled them back to his chest. Anticipation built, making even the light caress of Killian's breath a cruel taunt. He knew what was coming, and he wanted it. God, did he want it.

The first touch of Killian's tongue made him moan. The second made him quiver and whine. Killian licked from top to bottom, lightly gliding back and forth over his hole. The slick, wet abrasion felt divine. "Oh, yes…don't stop."

Declan wanted a turn to play with Killian too, but what the other man was doing felt so good. Killian's mouth was hot, his tongue the perfect mixture of soft and wet. Declan didn't want to move.
Maybe I can just be selfish for another minute.

Just a little longer…

Killian took the choice out of his hands. He lifted away the sweet, wet pressure of his mouth from Declan's ass and slid up his body. "You taste so good."

Any reply Declan might have had was thwarted by Killian's lips swooping down to cover his own. Killian slanted his mouth over Declan's and thrust within, darting his tongue back and forth in a rhythm older than the tide. Declan dropped his legs and clung to Killian's shoulders instead. His dick leaked silent tears where it curved over his abdomen, so in need of attention, it hurt. Every inch of his skin felt taut, as if the desire within him had swelled beyond controllable limits and was trying to break free to find its own fulfillment.

Declan drew his lips away from Killian's and stared up at him, dragging air into his lungs in great ragged gulps. "I want you. Now."

"Mm…" Killian ran his lips over Declan's chin and down his throat. "Want you too. So bad. But you still need to be stretched."

"No. I don't." Killian's mouth had more than done the job. He was wet, open, and ready for business.
Uh, well, not business…

Killian quit kissing Declan's throat and lifted his head. "You don't want me to finger you? I was looking forward to touching you, inside and out, to feeling you open up for me one finger at a time after I ate your ass and got you all wet."

How am I supposed to say no to that?
"Well, when you put it that way…"

Killian rolled off Declan and stretched out by his side. He reached across Declan's chest and snatched the lube off the pillow. Following a flick of the cap, he poured a healthy dollop of lube onto the fingers of his right hand. "Sorry if this is cold."

"It's o
kay
." The last word ended on a high note as cold lube was spread over the backside of his balls and down between his cheeks. "Shit. You weren't kidding."

"Don't worry. It'll warm up quick." Killian leaned down and slanted his lips over Declan's. Declan parted his lips and kissed Killian back as the blunt tip of one finger breached his ass and slid inside.

One finger quickly became two, stroking him to a fever pitch of need. In his line of work, no one took the time to prepare him; he either did it himself or suffered the consequences. That Killian cared enough to make sure he was ready brought a wealth of emotion surging up inside him. Thankfully, Killian chose that moment to twist his wrist and prod Declan's sweet spot. The mushy emotions were pushed into the background as he moaned, his body clamoring for more.

Finally, he'd had enough. He couldn't wait any longer. The need to feel Killian deep inside him was killing him by slow degrees. He'd lost count of the number of times he'd taken someone's dick and imagined it was Killian fucking his mouth, Killian's fat cock plunging into his ass. Now he wanted the real thing. He yearned for it like people in hell yearned for ice water. The constant ache wasn't going to go away until he had what he wanted. Even then, he feared it wouldn't abate; that his desire for Killian would grow stronger until he could do nothing but lie on his back and beg for satisfaction.

"God…Killian…enough." Declan rolled his hips, dislodging Killian's fingers. "Fuck me."

"Hold that thought." Killian grabbed one of the condoms and tore into it, ripping the foil in half in his haste to get it open. He discarded the wrapper, throwing it to the floor, and then rolled the thin, lubricated latex over his shaft.

Declan flipped around on the bed and rested his head on one of the three pillows topping the bed. He spread his legs and motioned to Killian. "Get over here."

"I'm coming."

"Not yet, but you will be soon." Declan cupped his balls and transferred some of the lube coating them to his cock. He stroked his shaft lightly, too horny to risk much more if he wanted to hold his load until Killian was inside him.

Killian stopped and stared, watching Declan beat off. With a groan, he crawled up between Declan's legs and leaned over him, kissing him lightly.

Impatient, Declan reached between them and lined up Killian's prick with his hole. He sucked Killian's lower lip into his mouth and then released it with a
pop
. "If you don't fuck me soon…"

"So pushy." Grinning, Killian sat back on his calves. He pulled Declan's legs over his elbows and leaned forward. "You want it? Take it."

Declan shivered. Killian wasn't going to have to ask him twice. Once again, he guided Killian's dick to his entrance and lined it up. Not matter how he squirmed and wiggled, he couldn't get it inside. There was just no way when Killian was holding his legs. He groaned in frustration. "Goddamn it. Fuck me, or I'll do it myself."

"I'd like to see that." Killian thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one long, continuous plunge.

The smart-ass comment Declan was about to make came out as a long, guttural whine. He closed his eyes and panted through the initial sting, knowing it would fade soon. Killian wasn't small by any means, but Declan wasn't exactly the naive virgin he used to be. He'd pay Killian back for taunting him…
Just as soon as I regain the ability to think about anything other than how fucking good he feels in my ass.

"Christ, Declan. You feel so good. Better than I remembered." Killian slowly dragged his hips backward, leaving behind a dull ache that Declan itched for him to scratch. He retreated until the wide flange around his crown caught on the rim and stretched him so good, Declan wanted to cry from the pleasure of it. Instead, he called out Killian's name and begged for more.

Killian slowly shuffled forward, filling Declan's channel with every inch he had to give, before repeating the process again and again. The languorous rhythm was enough to drive Declan mad with need. "More…Killian…
Please
, give it to me."

"Patience, baby." Killian's thrusts slowly picked up momentum. However, the length of his strokes never altered. Killian continued to pull all the way out and push all the way back in.

With every slow drag out and thrust back in, Declan's desire soared higher. Killian fucked him with long, hard lunges that nudged his prostate with every pass. In and out, on and on, Killian kept pumping until Declan was sure he was either going to die or come so hard he blacked out.

Killian dropped Declan's calves and bent forward. Bracing his weight on his elbows, Killian captured Declan's lips. Declan wrapped his legs around Killian's hips and kissed his lover back. Finally able to move, he pumped his hips in time with Killian's thrusts.

Sensations rained down on Declan, tearing him asunder. Lust was there, familiar but different. He felt the distinction in their kiss, in the way Killian held him close. This wasn't just about sex. The actions were similar, but the level of intimacy was as diverse as night from day. A connection thrummed between them: shared breath colored with sound of their pleasure, joined flesh straining toward the same objective.

Declan arched his back, his head slamming into the pillow. He came so hard, his vision blurred around the edges. Through it all, his eyes remained wide open, staring directly up at his lover.
Killian.

Killian kept thrusting, his steady gaze focused on Declan as if he were the only thing in the world that mattered. A grunt flew from his mouth each and every time he bottomed out, joining the breathless pants and whimpers Declan couldn't seem to quit making.

More than anything, Declan wanted to see those deep brown eyes glazed from pleasure. He threaded his fingers through Killian's hair and pulled his head down for a kiss. As their lips brushed together, he tightened down with his pelvic muscles and squeezed Killian's cock with every ounce of strength he had left.

"Oh God.
Declan
…" Killian moaned and pushed deep, shivering against Declan as he came. Even through the thin barrier of latex, Declan could feel the short, sharp pulses of Killian's release.

Killian collapsed, his weight bearing down on Declan. With their bodies pressed flush, the echo of Killian's heartbeat was as loud as a drum. Although Declan could barely draw in enough air to fill his lungs, nothing had ever felt more right.