Something Sinful This Way Comes [McQueen Was My Valley 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Karen Mercury Page B

Julian’s wrist and his head rested on the rock once more. Julian spit again, and rubbed his thumb sensuously over the slit in the taut glans. The brown patch of hair at the base of the cock contrasted against Nathan’s pale pubic mound. Julian tugged the bottom hem of the black T-shirt up to reveal the ridged abdomen. He bent over and pressed the flat of his tongue to that exquisite line of silken hair that arrowed down the center of those ridges. He licked a trail to the humid pubic mound, sucking on the wiry hair for a bit, but ultimately he wound up straightening his spine and gazing down at the helpless stud between his thighs.
    He wanted to watch. He wanted to see the transformation from the brutal, aggressive beast to the compliant, eager pleasure-seeker. And Julian got it in spades. Nathan flung his arm over his head and squirmed seductively, his hips pumping the air. Julian yanked the T-shirt up even higher to reveal the pebbled brown nipples like coins. He bent to take a few nibbles from them, too, and was rewarded by a low growl deep in Nathan’s chest, vibrating his lips as he flicked his tongue across the tip of the sensitive nipple.
    Julian was surprised, through, when Nathan flung an arm around him, rubbing the back of his scalp with his fingertips, cuddling Julian’s head to his chest. He could not tug the shirt higher due to the stricture of the shoulder holster, so he bent nearly in half to take one giant slurp from the prick, spearing it down his throat.
    Nathan groaned like a bear, wiggling his hips to lodge the prick more firmly down Julian’s throat. As much as he wanted to continue gulping the enormous member, Julian was an expert at adhering to his sexual goals. He wanted to watch. So he straightened up again, releasing the cock with a loud slurp.
    “Don’t stop,” Nathan snarled, trying to pull Julian’s head back down.
    My, how quickly we go from “no” to “don’t stop.” Julian was justifiably proud of his cocksucking skills, and he loved making men literally squirm. As he now sped up the hand job until the fist and cock were a blur, Julian admired the athletic stud he held in his hands.
    Nathan was a forceful, savage beast. Julian had no illusions that he would seduce this one into loving him. He knew that he wanted, ultimately, to live in bliss with another man or woman, it didn’t matter much which. But being a conservation officer who spent the majority of time out in the field wasn’t too conducive to a real relationship. Julian had spent his thirty-fifth birthday on a mesa near the Navajo res with a bottle of mescal, admiring a lounging mountain lion. This wasn’t the sort of activity likely to land him a spouse, much less a passel of children, as he’d always imagined he’d have. He mentored youth waterfowl hunts, conducted checkpoints, testified in court against assholes illegally taking bears, and wrote up fishing reports. Last month he’d arrested a pair of yokels for shooting two golden eagles. But out in the wilderness, where even cell reception was spotty, it was well-nigh impossible to maintain any sort of relationship.
    Julian could feel by how taut the cock became, taking on a purplish sheen, that the stud was about to shoot. He corkscrewed his hand up and down the beautiful prick, thumbing the ridge of the glans near the slit. Spread out like this between Julian’s thighs, this beautifully muscular cop was a sight to behold. Julian particularly liked having the control, the mastery over strong bucks like this. He liked nothing more than to see them turn into a puddle of lust and semen, as this man was now doing.
    The seed spurted forth so forcefully, the jet made a glittering arc that splashed somewhere near Nathan’s head. Julian jacked the cock professionally, his other hand kneading the tender, full balls. Nathan choked on his moans as he squirmed between Julian’s thighs, his cock pulsing in Julian’s fist. There was nothing finer than reducing a virile