by BA Tortuga
All he could do was twist and purr, his body completely out of his control. Goddamn. He hadn’t felt so good in an age.
“Sexy kitty. Dance for me.” That hot tongue lapped at his ear, his jaw.
“I’m…. Oh. Not much of a dancer.” At least he never had been. Jesus, he usually didn’t even let go this much, let someone else take control. This? This was good.
“You’re amazing. Dangerous. Trouble.” The small of his back was tickled and teased, fingers tapping over his skin.
He yowled, feeling like he might just explode. His cock was suddenly hard enough to drive nails.
“Mmm. I’m not the only one who likes that.” Julian slithered down to the floor, cheek brushing his cock.
“No, sir. I like it a lot. A lot.” He’d like it even better if that mouth would take him in, if Julian would suck him.
He didn’t get that, though, at least not yet. Julian’s cheek and tongue, fingers and jaw, stroked up and down, driving him nuts.
“Come on, honey. Need your mouth.” Thayne figured that was commanding, not begging. He hoped.
The purr was knowing, teasing, but that mouth dropped over his cock, lips held away from his skin until the tip bumped the back of Julian’s throat. Then those lips snapped closed, the suction sudden and fierce.
A shout burst out of him, his whole body going stiff, like he’d touched a live wire. Shit, that was…. “More.”
The fingers at the small of his back started moving again.
Caught between the hottest mouth ever and Julian’s clever hand, Thayne moaned, hips starting to rock hard. He slid in and out of Julian’s lips, wet and fucking perfect. Those teeth teased his flesh, never quite snagging his skin, but threatening. The tiny pain made his nerves fire like crazy, his skin too tight. Thayne ran his fingers through Julian’s hair, holding on. Thick and silken, that mass of hair felt like it could cut his fingers.
“God. Julian.” It was too much and not enough. He wanted to come, but he wanted to make it last. His leg throbbed, but his cock hurt more, for sure.
Julian’s fingers moved, quick as shit, tapping at his hole, then sliding inside. His legs spread, his balls dangling, and Thayne growled, pushing back on Julian’s fingers. Fuck, that burned. The answering snarl vibrated down through his prick, into his balls. Damn it.
“Come on. Come on. You know you want in.” He was willing to give it. He so was.
Julian flipped him out of the chair, spinning him until he was bent over on the tile floor. That tongue was on his hole, driving in, fucking him straightaway.
Thayne arched up, his whole body begging for it, needing it. Rough, sweet, Julian’s tongue made him crazy, scraping his nerves. It was fucking forever and nowhere near long enough when Julian crawled up along his spine, cock hard and leaking, pressing against his hole.
A low growl slipped out when Julian slipped in, and oh God. Yeah. That was what he needed. Heat and pressure, like to drive him crazy. Those long kisses continued, brushing along his shoulders as Julian started moving, nice and slow, in and out. Reaching back with one hand, he grabbed Julian’s hip, holding on, trying to get the man to go faster. Or slow down. Something.
“Uh-uh. I get to decide. You can set the pace next time.” The son of a bitch was sure coherent for being in the middle of a good, solid fuck.
“Damn it! Faster.” Like he wasn’t going to try to speed things up. He had to make the effort.
He got a sharp, loud smack to his ass, that motion slowing even more.
“Shit!” No way. No way was he gonna let Julian do that to him. “Again….”
That low purr vibrated all through him. “Yes.”
He got another slap, one more, that cock filling him up, stretching his ass. His whole body shook, his head falling back, his breath coming in deep gasps. He was fucking tingling all over, his cock harder than Chinese algebra.
“So fine.” Nails scratched—lightly—against his hot ass, his skin screaming. Then Julian pounded him, fucking him so fast he couldn’t breathe.
Thayne clawed at whatever he could reach: the tablecloth, the chair, Julian’s hip. There was nothing solid to hold on to and his whole world was spinning. Teeth fastened onto his nape, his entire body howling, even as one hand found his cock and pulled.
Thayne shot so hard his teeth rattled, his ass rocking back against Julian’s hips, his cock jerking. Oh God. Please. Yes.
Heat filled him up, the bite on the back of his neck going sharp for a moment, before easing, that rough tongue sliding over his skin.
Thayne panted, his arms shaking, trying to hold their weight. “What the fuck? I swear, you take all my good sense, honey.”
“Mmm. I inspire wickedness.” Julian licked again.
“You sure do. Here I was hoping to keep you out of trouble.” Thayne finally just collapsed, cheek pressed against the tile.
“Not a chance.” Julian settled, heavy and solid.
“No? Well, at least I can give you an outlet, huh?” The tile felt cool and good against his leg, Julian warm against his back. It was perfect.
“Mmm. That you can.” Julian nuzzled his nape. “That you can.”
He could live with that for a sexy kitty like Julian. Even if it killed him.
“JULIAN. I have a job for you.” Holding the phone to his ear, he looked over to the sofa, where Thayne was sleeping the sleep of the well-fucked.
“Hello to you too, my friend.” Val was such a shit.
“Hello, Julian. I hope you’re well. I saw you donated the pictures to the museum. Clever. The client threatened to kill our contact. I’m sure you’re happy.”
“I am.” He padded into the office, nudged the door shut. “What kind of job?”
“A painting. A big one. I know how you love a challenge.”
“Yeah? Oil? Oils are a bitch to transfer. Where? How much?”
“There’s a resort about twenty miles outside of town. The penthouse suite is owned by a private collector. He leaves for St. Martin in a week.”
“Huh. What’s the story?” He needed something better than “go steal a painting.”
Well, usually.
Sometimes that was enough.
“Well, he bought this particular painting hot. It used to be in the Prado. In Madrid.”
“Interesting.” Julian sat down at his computer and started typing. “The Hidalgo, I assume.” Ceasare Hidalgo’s Masks had been stolen ten years ago.
He looked—it was a large piece focusing on Hidalgo’s fascination with Pagliacci. Creepy.
Cool.
“So, you’re willing to talk terms?” Val was always so straightforward.
“I am. It’ll be a challenge. It’s big. It’ll have to be worth my while.” Not to mention that he wanted it returned to the museum.
“Of course it will. How do you feel about Spain?”
“It’s lovely, and the food is amazing. Why?”
“Because you’re going to take this painting back where it belongs. The museum doesn’t want anyone to know they’re paying to have it returned.”
“Interesting. How, exactly, do you suggest I get through customs with a stolen painting worth… eight million euro?” Still, it was a fun challenge, wasn’t it? Maybe encase it in a few other paintings, hire a ship…. Although it could be awkward, changing on a boat.
“That’s your job.” Val named a figure that made it seriously worth considering.
“I want expenses, half the fee up front, and a contact on the inside. I won’t deliver it.”
He started making notes, fingers flying on the keyboard. He had a friend with a small yacht. That would be incredibly convenient….
A soft knock at the door interrupted him, reminding him that he had guests.
A guest.
A very complicated one.
“Come on in.” He made himself stay relaxed. “Send me the information, make sure everything’s as it should be, hmm?”
“You have company.”
“I do.” Lovel
y company.
“Lucky bastard. I’ll email. Be careful.” Val sounded too amused for her own good.
“Always.” He closed the phone with a click. “Sleep good?”
“Like the dead. Am I keeping you from your work?” The bruises on Thayne’s skin were already fading, the big guy healing with amazing speed.
“Nope. Just finishing up a call.” Like Thayne needed to know about his business.
“Hey, just wanted to make sure you didn’t want me to leave.” Big hands held up at his sides, Thayne wandered over, grinning at him.
“Not unless you’re feeling particularly penal, Mr. Kitty.” He leaned over, nuzzling a bit, letting his tongue drag.
It was insane, he knew it, this immediate, intense need. On the other hand, it was fun, and he was more than willing to participate.
“Hmm. That’s not exactly the word I’d go with.” Thayne stroked his hair, fingers digging in, combing out the strands.
“Mmm.” He did enjoy being petted. Groomed. Adored. Fucked. Pick one. “Feel free to pick another one.”
“I won’t be interrupting?” Amazing, how his curious kitty cop didn’t even try to look at his screen.
“I hope you will be, Mr. Kitty. I definitely hope you distract the fuck out of me.”
“Well, hell. Why didn’t you say so, honey?” Thayne pulled Julian up out of his chair, hauled him to the couch, then collapsed and pulled him down on top.
His hair fell around them, and he chuckled, Thayne’s eyes suddenly bright in the shadow. “I see you.”
He leaned down, tongue sliding against Thayne’s lips.
“You do, I’d bet. More than I want you to see.” Thayne pulled him closer, mouth taking his, ready to take control again.
Someone was unnerved. It was a good look for Thayne. A very good look. Julian fought lazily, tongue warring for control, making Thayne work for it.
Thayne did work for it, grabbing the back of his head and holding him in place, pushing into his mouth and taking the kiss deep. Very deep. Hard. Bruising, even.
Catching himself growling into the kiss, Julian groaned, stretching out over Thayne, trying to get leverage. Thayne wouldn’t allow it, holding him in place with a freakishly strong grip, shoving up against him. The man was aching for him, growling against his mouth.
He caught Thayne’s bottom lip with his teeth, tugging, daring the bastard to play. A longer, deeper growl sounded, Thayne nipping at him, claws coming out, raking down his back lightly. Oh yes. He tossed his head a little, begging for more.
“You’re something else, honey.” The words came out ragged, barely human, and Thayne rolled them, pushing him to the floor.
He grunted as they landed, all of Thayne’s heat covering him, pressing him down. So hot.
Rubbing, Thayne bit at his throat, his collarbone. God, yeah. That big body felt rough and taut, damp with sweat. He lifted his chin, offering his throat, trusting Thayne with it. The simple motion ratcheted the heat up between them.
Chuffing, Thayne licked at his skin, just before those teeth closed on his throat, not hard enough to break through, but enough to sting. The tiny pain made his nerve endings stand up and take notice.
“Fuck.” The word came out as a growl, low and rumbling and deep.
“Anytime. If that’s what you want.”
He’d get growly about Thayne’s amusement if it wasn’t breathless. If that cock wasn’t drilling against his hip.
“I will beat you, you know.” Later. After.
“Uh-huh. You bet.” Oh, someone was playing right back, pressing his hands up over his head.
He arched with it, yowling, hot enough that he was going to catch aflame.
“Oh yeah, honey. Someone likes that.” Turning, Thayne bit into the skin of his upper arm, right where it was so thin and sensitive.
“Been… been too long since I met someone strong enough to play. Someone like us.”
“I hear you. Too long.” Those eyes glowed, staring into his, and Thayne rocked against him, stretching his arms out hard.
His muscles rippled, body responding to the pull and burn, the stretch. His fingers curled, wanting to become claws. Soft rumbles told him that Thayne approved, that the cat was right there beneath the surface for both of them. More stinging bites came, peppering his arm, his shoulder. Each bite made him pull and snarl, rejoicing in the sting.
One long thigh shoved between his legs, pressing down against him, making room for Thayne’s hips. They ground together, both of them needy. The scent of them together made his blood boil, made him snarl and bite at the air.
Thayne bit him, teeth hard against his skin again and again. Bruises bloomed, little spots popping out on his flesh.
“I… I don’t allow hickeys.” He hid the laugh, knowing that Thayne wouldn’t care.
“So?” There it was. Damn, that man. Thayne could suck, pulling up mark after mark, all the way down his chest.
Julian’s balls drew up, and he tugged against Thayne’s hands.
“Sweet, sweet cat.” One hand cupped his balls, like Thayne knew, like the man was going to rip his orgasm out of him.
“Yes.” He couldn’t help hissing, bucking against the touch as his world went white-hot.
“Yeah? Like that, huh?” Pushing harder, Thayne bit him again, sending him right over the edge.
When he floated back down, he was moaning, bruised, and sticky. It was perfect.
“Julian. Sweet. Gonna tear you up.” Pressing down between his legs, Thayne rocked, cock sliding against him.
“You think? I’d love to see you try.”
“Okay.” Keeping him pinned with one leg, Thayne rose and licked his fingers, wetting them good before reaching down between them. Pressing behind his balls. “I’m going to keep an eye on you, sweet. I’m going to be bad for business.”
He groaned, cock jerking a little, trying to take an interest. Strong—the beautiful bastard was strong. “No way. This isn’t your….”
Those fingers slid against his skin, then against his hole, demanding. Definitely demanding. “No, but this is mine. Tell me you’ll stick around.”
He snarled. “Tell me you’ll look the other way when I do my job.”
“I can’t do that.” He got a wild, fierce smile. “I’ll tell you I’ll tear your ass up every time I catch you being naughty.”
“Naughty.” Oh fuck yes. He twisted, giving a little fight, knowing it would spice things up and move those fingers against his hole.
They scraped inside him, two thick fingers, spreading him wide. God, that felt…. Amazing. Necessary.
“Fuck. Fuck, Thayne.” His eyes flew open and he bore down, taking more in.
“Yes. Burning inside, honey. I swear. Hottest thing ever.” Thayne moved those fingers deeper, in and out, getting him ready.
“Don’t stop. Oh fuck. Don’t stop.” He was going to catch aflame.
“Uh-huh. Because I could just get up and walk off.” Thayne didn’t stop. No, he moved faster, harder, fingers driving Julian mad.
“Fuckhead.” He meant that, from the bottom of his heart.
“No. Fuck you.” Thayne kissed the back of his neck before moving around so his ass pressed back against Thayne’s hips. Those fingers slid free, and the head of Thayne’s cock pressed there instead.
“Mmm. That works too.” He was easy.
“It does. It certainly does.” Hands on his hips, Thayne yanked him back, slamming inside him.
“Uhn.” His toes curled, electricity shooting up his spine. “Do it again.”
“Yes. Again.” Rocking hard against him, Thayne gave him every inch over and over.
His claws dragged over the floor, almost strong enough to score the wood. Oh fuck. Fuck.
“More? More. Can’t hold back, honey.” Grunting, Thayne slapped against him, bit him, bruised him inside and out.
He started slamming back, growling as he fought to balance on one hand, grab his cock.
“No. No touching. Only me, hon
ey.” That low growl sent shivers down his spine.
His eyes went wide, his body caught between fighting and going along with this amazing man.
It didn’t take much urging for him to decide on going along. Thayne reached down, closing his hand around Julian’s cock, stroking him.
They sounded like a pair of cellos—squalling and yowling, calling out to beat the band. Their bodies slapped together, their breath sounding like the percussion section, and damn. Damn. His balls were so tight they ached.
He surged back, taking Thayne in to the root. Fuck! He went still, body moving in the tiniest jerks, riding the sensations.
Thayne moaned, fingers digging deep into his flesh. The man pushed him, in and out for long moments. Then Thayne came for him, the yowl and the splash of heat both hot as hell.
He squeezed, keeping Thayne in, driving his cock through that hand a couple more times, sending himself over the edge.
“There. There. Yes.” Hell, that didn’t even sound like Thayne.
He couldn’t answer; he just growled and panted, the world losing its color. A low, long growl answered him, and he felt it the moment Thayne went fuzzy, a long tail touching his.
He twisted, nuzzling and licking the thick fur, purring as their cheeks rubbed together. Batting at him with one big paw, Thayne rumbled, letting him know it was time to snuggle some more. Like they had nothing better in the world to do.
Sliding right in, he rubbed their bellies together, claws rolling as they touched. Pretty. Pretty. They stropped themselves against each other, rumbling and purring. Thayne had the softest belly fur.
Exploring happily, he licked Thayne’s claws, nosed the pads, vocalizing over the sharp points, the strength there. Thayne batted at him, claws in, giving him a good shove to prove he was right. Strong. Good.
Where Thayne was strong, he was fast, nipping here and nudging there, always moving. Chuffing, Thayne romped with him, just like before, only with less falling out of trees. It was far better that way.
They wandered out of the room, bounding up the stairs to leap on the huge bed, roll in the sheets.
He heard the phone ringing downstairs, knew that he had work to deal with, to do, but he honestly couldn’t be bothered.
