Paying Their Piper with Passion and Love [Loving in Silver 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Lynn Stark

husky as he began to place kisses over the man’s bare torso. “Your body is perfect. So strong. And I love the tattoos.” Most of them were on the man’s back and shoulders, but the tail of a dragon wrapped around his left upper arm while a scale-clawed foot with long talons clung to his right. “And I love these,” Merck added, getting an opportunity now to play since the edge had been taken off and they were no longer desperate. He ran a fingertip over the small bar inserted in each dark-brown nipple. The flesh puckered and he smiled as Jace moaned. “How much do you want me to suck these?”
    Jace laughed shakily. His big hands stroked over Merck’s head and neck, his touch light, tracing with the tips of his fingers. “I don’t think I could tell you how much I want your hot mouth on me. Why don’t we get undressed before things heat up too much more.”
    Merck helped him out of his jeans, and then wriggled out of his own as he tried not to leave the bed. They laughed when Jace had to help him. They were panting and eager for one another by the time they finished.
    “No,” Merck groaned when Jace would have sucked his cock again. “I want to love on you for a while. It seems only fair. Will you let me?” he asked, pushing himself up on an elbow as Jace settled against the black satin sheets. “You are so fucking hot.” His cock agreed silently, throbbing against his belly. “Can I ask you one thing?”
    “Will I bottom for you?”
    Merck swallowed hard, wondering if he was going to be rejected. He loved a hard cock in his ass, but he also loved fucking a tight ass. His gaze swept over the man, admiring his relaxed demeanor despite his obvious arousal. Jace was flat on his back, his hands folded behind his head, watching and waiting for whatever Merck had in store for him. He had a list a mile long, but wanted the question answered first. It would tell him just where the boundaries were, which he hoped were far, far away.
    “Well, will you?”
    “Will I what?”
    His eyes shot upward to Jace’s handsome face from the long, thick cock he’d been admiring, to see a playful smirk.
    Merck grinned and moved swiftly to straddle narrow hips, locking his fingers around strong wrists. “I want to know if you’ll bottom.”
    “It seems to me that you’re the one wanting to bottom again.”
    A sharp lift of Jace’s hips pressed the man’s cock into the cleft of Merck’s ass. It sent his pulse racing and almost made him change his mind about wanting to top Jace.
    A chuckle escaped him as he lowered his head, wanting a kiss before he played the teasing game any further. Their mouths locked together, their lips parting, hungry, taking, tongues thrusting until they were forced apart by the need for air.
    “The night’s still young,” he panted. “I’ll bottom all night long, if that’s what you want. Now answer the question.”
    Before he got an answer Jace performed a maneuver which made the bed groan in protest. Merck blinked, not quite believing he was on his back and now being straddled by the other man. Strong hands manacled his wrists and he began panting even harder. His poor, aching cock was beginning to weep what he suspected were liberal amounts of pre-cum. A tight ass rubbed against it, the firm, round mounds causing his eyes to nearly cross with the not-so-subtle pleasure of it.
    “Oh, fuck, that was hot!” he told the man holding him down. “We need to make a decision here, buddy, because I’m about ready to come.”
    Jace laughed and lowered his head to steal a quick kiss. It made his lips sting. It also made him want more. “I call you precious and you call me buddy. Not exactly a poet, are you?”
    “I’m a cowboy, not a poet, not even a cowboy poet, like you’re a poet and not a bodyguard.”
    “Ouch!”
    One of his wrists was released as Jace leaned toward the nightstand. He grabbed the lube and a condom. Then he was scooting back, causing the head of Merck’s