Dreamspinner Press Year Three Greatest Hits

by Jenna Hilary Sinclair

  “Oh, I like the sound of that,” David purred, gasping as Trace’s teeth tightened. “Do that to my nipples, and I’ll be your slave for life.”

  “How can I resist an offer like that?” Trace whispered, pulling the sides of David’s shirt farther apart, sending more buttons flying. His mouth surrounded the nub of skin, sucking and biting at it.

  “Ah, fuck,” David cried, sinking to the bed and pulling Trace with him. Trace clutched at David, refusing to let go of his prize as he suckled at his chest hungrily. He landed on top of David’s knees, and his fingers plucked at the other nipple in a promise of what was coming.

  A strangled sound of pure need broke from David’s throat, his body bowing, seeking more contact from Trace. He blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to focus. “I want you inside me tonight, Trace,” he rasped, trying to catch the warm brown eyes of his lover. “If you don’t want that, you need to tell me now.”

  Focusing on his lover’s face, desire flared inside Trace and he felt a surprising sense of possessiveness. It was fragile and new and made him feel shaky, the idea that he would want David to be his and no one else’s. It was a feeling he’d truly thought he’d never experience, to want someone so totally. Something about David must have flipped that switch inside him. “I want it,” he breathed, wonder clear in his voice, before he lunged forward with all his eagerness to capture David’s mouth.

  David’s legs parted, drawing Trace closer and cradling him against the most intimate part of his body, and he sank into the kiss. This felt so good, so right. He wanted to beg Trace to move faster and savor every second at the same time. Unwilling to part with the lips on his, he settled for running his hands down the broad muscles of Trace’s back, cupping and kneading his ass to silently urge him closer.

  A low growl rumbled in Trace’s throat as he kissed David thoroughly. When he pulled back, his lips were red and swollen. “Want to taste you,” he said, shifting his hips to rock against David’s groin. “Want to kiss you. Want to lick you up and down and feel you shake because you know it’s me.”

  The room spun and David’s body trembled right on cue. “God, Trace.” He clutched at Trace’s sides as the brunet carefully stood up before going to one knee and pulling off David’s shoes and jeans.

  Trace shuffled between David’s knees and leaned to press his cheek against the thin cotton that covered his lover’s cock. As he inhaled, he realized he wasn’t nervous. He wanted this. He turned his chin to mouth David’s erection through his briefs, breathing against the fabric hotly.

  David’s knees fell open limply, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Trace,” he panted, his hips arching off the mattress. “Can’t… gonna make me come.”

  Chuckling, Trace nodded, rubbing his lips along the line of David’s cock. “That’s the idea, lover,” he purred, avidly watching David’s reactions. He started licking and sucking at the covered flesh, soaking the cotton with his tongue until he found the blunt, swollen head. Acting on instinct, Trace closed his mouth over it.

  Surprised, David cried out, his face flushing at that outburst. He wanted to be cool and controlled, but Trace stole every ounce of restraint he possessed. He’d honestly never thought he’d feel Trace’s mouth on his cock, no matter how much he wanted it. His eyes fixed on the tongue and mouth working over his cock and every sensation was amplified tenfold. The unpracticed but enthusiastic touches were the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. “Fuck, fuck,” he chanted blindly, his hips lifting in sync with Trace’s lips. “Move—fuck—move the….” He broke off to catch his breath. “Want to feel your mouth on me,” he finally managed to choke out.

  Trace’s eyes closed as he shuddered. To think he reduced David to this. Holy hell, it felt incredible. He raised his mouth from the wet fabric and looked up at his lover, seeing the surprise and desire there. David was so gorgeous like this. Heart pounding, Trace smoothed his hands over the briefs, and his fingers slid into the waistband to pull them down and over the swollen cock. With one last glance at David’s glazed eyes, he leaned to simply slide his lips along the soft skin of David’s erection.

  A thousand pinpricks of sensation fired from the area brushed by Trace’s mouth. “Oh yes,” David hissed, his fingers sinking into the silken strands of dark hair. He collapsed back at an awkward angle against the headboard, limp. With an irritated grunt, he shifted sideways so he could lie back against a pillow, pulling his legs up onto the bed.

  Trace followed, kneeling between David’s thighs, giving his lover the same treatment he had through the briefs, sliding his cheek and stubbled chin along his cock, lightly licking along its length, mouthing its girth before finally lapping right at the distended head with a soft purr.

  David squirmed. He’d never gotten off on so little, but it felt like Trace’s tongue was pulling directly on invisible lines leading down into his balls. With every upstroke, his body contracted and threatened to spill onto Trace’s tongue. He attempted to stifle a sharp cry as Trace teased and circled the head of his cock, failing miserably and giving in to a throaty moan as the lips closed over the swollen tip. Lifting slightly, he rocked up into the intoxicating heat just slightly, unable to hold still.

  Trace wanted nothing else at this moment than to please David. The noises and movement set his own cock to aching, but he wasn’t willing to give up. He just hoped he didn’t hurt David somehow. Lifting one long-fingered hand, he wrapped it around David’s cock and squeezed as he began to suck carefully. He wanted to hear more of those cries. The taste was stronger than off his fingers, of course, but Trace decided he liked it. He liked anything and everything about David. Trace wanted to feel David moving under him, driven mad by his touch. His pulse pounded. He still remembered what David had said. He wanted Trace inside him. Trace moaned deeply at the thought of it as his groin contracted in pleasure, and he felt David’s cock harden a little more and extend farther into his throat. It was throbbing slightly against his tongue.

  Trace’s groan sent shivers skating over David’s skin, hardening his nipples to painful points and making his cock pound. Unaware, he reached up to rub at the puckered nubs on his chest to ease the sting, planting his feet and pushing up into the tight fist. His eyes flickered open. Looking down at the full, red lips stretched around the shaft of his cock, David couldn’t hold back. “Oh God. God, Trace!” he gasped, gripping his lover’s head, not to push himself deeper but to make sure he didn’t. Hips stuttering, he tried to pull away from Trace’s mouth without losing contact with his hand. “Fuck! Coming!”

  Surprised by the strength of David’s thrashing, Trace pulled his mouth off his lover’s cock not quite in time and the come dripped and smeared on his lips. Gasping at the sheer eroticism of it, Trace tightened and moved his hand as he extended his tongue to catch the next splatter that hit his cheek. Delighted laughter bubbled over as another thin stream hit his chin, and he wiped at it with the back of his hand. He did this to David. He did it. Oh Christ! That kernel of him wanting to claim David as his own swelled and popped ecstatically, and Trace had no idea what to do or think about it.

  The force of the climax that hit him left David with no option but to hold on and ride it out. Hips bucking, eyes clenched tightly shut, fingers wound in dark hair, he chanted Trace’s name over and over as his body shuddered and surged. When the intense pulses subsided into gentle twinges, he opened his eyes, seeking reassurance that his lover was all right. Trace stared at him, eyes glowing with stunned happiness and desire, flushed cheeks and swollen lips painted with his come. David came close to climaxing again. Instead, he pulled Trace down with a throaty groan. “Mine.”

  Trace’s answer was a weak whimper as he shivered at the passion riding him, and his lips slid wetly over David’s. David felt the same way. Maybe there was nothing wrong with it, then. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah.” He let go of David’s cock and slid his hands up to cup his face as they kissed with open mouths, and he tried to clamber up into David’s lap, hungry to be closer to h
is possessive lover.

  Sitting upright, David pulled Trace up to straddle his lap, his hands roaming feverishly, his mouth only leaving Trace’s long enough to speak. Breathing was optional at this point. “Not good enough,” he complained, trying to situate their two long frames against each other. “I want you laid out in front of me.”

  Trace let out a long breath as he shifted under David’s hands with a soft moan. “I am so fuckin’ turned on by you,” he said huskily as he rubbed his palms over his own chest, fingers sliding under his hanging-open shirt. He reached up to shove his hair off his shoulder and met David’s eyes with his own, which flashed with serious want. “What are you gonna do about it?”

  David leaned forward, following the arch of Trace’s neck with his lips and then his tongue until his mouth hovered next to Trace’s ear. “I’m gonna lay you down and explore every inch of your skin with my hands and then with my mouth. I’m gonna compare the taste of your skin here,” David licked the sensitive hollow behind Trace’s ear, “with the way you taste here,” he ran his thumbs into the crease between Trace’s leg and body, stretching the fabric tight against Trace’s cock. “Let me taste you, make you so hard you tremble, and then show you what it feels like to be inside me.”

  “Aww, hell,” Trace hissed, eyes wide as his body twitched so hard he thought for a second he was going to come right then and there. He dropped one hand to press over his groin, trying to relieve a little of the pressure and get control of himself. “You better be careful or I won’t make it to the inside part,” he said shakily. “Christ, David. You really want… want me to…?”

  A low chuckle rumbled in David’s chest, and he pressed his grin into Trace’s shoulder, the joy inside him expanding to the point that it had to bubble over somewhere. Grabbing Trace’s ass, he pulled him closer. “Yeah, I really want you to….” His words faded out as he stared into Trace’s mesmerized eyes. For some reason it just sounded totally wrong to blurt out the word “fuck.” Wrong and harsh and lewd. But how else could he say it? “Fuck me. Make love to me. Come so deep inside me I can taste you.” He emphasized each statement by rocking their hips together, feeling his spent shaft begin to twitch with interest as it brushed against Trace’s hard bulge.

  David’s words caught Trace hard in the gut. Make love to him. Yes. Oh yes, I want that. The rest just made his head spin. “You’re gonna have to help. I know what’s supposed to happen, but no hands-on, you know?” he rasped.

  Just the idea of being Trace’s first male lover was enough to harden David’s cock completely. He’d not recovered this quickly in years. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, and I’ll guide you every step of the way.” Rolling off the bed, David opened the curtains, letting in the bright light of the full moon. “Take your clothes off and lie down for me.” He pulled open the nightstand drawer, getting the supplies they’d need and putting them close at hand.

  Swallowing hard, Trace shrugged his shirt off and let it drop as he stared at David, lit by moonlight. How could he express how gorgeous this man was to him? And he was going to make love to him. Trace didn’t want to just fuck. He wanted more. His pants pooled at his ankles, soon joined by his briefs and socks, and he stepped away from them as he pulled the band out of his hair, shrugging it over his shoulders the way he had discovered David liked it. Trace crawled onto the bed and shifted to lie on his side, facing David. His hands itched, and he grasped the sheets.

  David pushed Trace onto his back, crawling over him. “My turn,” he growled, his mouth attacking one of Trace’s nipples, sucking it strongly until it peaked high enough to catch it with his teeth. While he sucked, he let his thigh push Trace’s erection into his body, bracing himself on his arms and sliding up and down.

  Trace gasped and lifted against David, his chest, then his hips, begging with his body for more. He clutched at his lover’s shoulders and moaned luxuriously as he breathed David’s name. Obviously his lover wanted him, maybe even wanted to keep him? Trace shivered as he figured out that was the way he felt too. David’s hands traveled up Trace’s side, pulling his arms up over his head and trapping both wrists in one hand. His mouth moved to the other nipple, his body continuing to undulate, keeping Trace on edge but not providing enough friction to push him over.

  A strangled whimper tore from Trace’s throat as he lightly pulled at his arms, just enough to feel restrained, not with any intention of breaking free. The dominant gesture sent heat shrieking through him, and every touch of David’s tongue fanned the fire. “David,” he gasped out. “You keep this up, we won’t make it to the inside part.”

  “Wimp,” David teased lightly. “You tellin’ me you can’t get it up more than once a night? That’s not the story I’ve heard told all over town.” Spreading Trace’s thighs with his knees, he ran his cock directly against the heavy balls and rock-hard length.

  “Jesus!” Trace swore, jerking up against David, his hands curling to dig into David’s upper arms. “You’re about to find out,” he said as he felt the tension curl tightly in his groin. “And I wanna know who’s talking about me!” he added breathlessly.

  “Everyone. Everyone, my love,” David purred, sliding down Trace’s body. “If they could see you like this, they’d….” David shook his head, not even wanting to think about someone else touching Trace. “Wound up like this, I could come just watching you, but I’d rather make you come.” Lifting the cock from Trace’s belly, he licked at the head with a broad swipe of his tongue and swallowed the entire length in one long pull.

  It wasn’t David’s voice or what he wanted; it was the endearment hidden in there that snapped what little control Trace had left. His lover’s mouth closing around him just made it that much more inevitable, and he choked and keened with each pulse of his orgasm, his grip on rational thought spiraling out of reach.

  David swallowed every drop, continuing to suckle his length as he pushed Trace’s knees open wider and up toward his chest. Allowing the half-hard cock to drop from his mouth, he looked up from between Trace’s thighs. “Remember how I took my time cleaning you in the shower and I said I was going to taste you everywhere?” he asked with a devilish grin. “There is one more place I need to taste.” Leaning back over Trace’s open and vulnerable body, his tongue lapped at the tight sac and lower.

  Trace’s dazed eyes widened as David dipped his chin down and dragged his tongue over his lover’s balls and farther. All Trace could manage was a whimpering gasp as he curled his fists in the sheets. Christ, he thought, it doesn’t get more intimate than this. He shivered and moaned.

  Every inch David could reach, he sucked and licked, swirling his tongue around the puckered entrance and nipping at the pale cheeks. He watched as Trace got hard, his cock lengthening along up his belly. David pressed his lips tight to the small opening, sucking and moaning as the muscles under his hands trembled. His tongue flicked over the pucker, pressing just inside, leaving the hole twitching and wet. “I want to put my finger in you. Show you how good you’re about to make me feel. Trust me?” David murmured against the velvety skin.

  Dragging open his eyes to look down at David through the heated haze that enveloped him, Trace squirmed a little as he drew a steadying breath. “I do trust you,” he said, reaching to slide his fingers along David’s cheek. “You always take care of me.”

  “Pay attention because you get to do this to me next,” David said, reaching for the bottle of lube. Coating his fingers liberally and drizzling some directly on Trace, he licked at the underside of his cock, sucking it back into his mouth just as the tip of his finger slipped easily into Trace’s body. With plenty of lubrication, his finger glided smoothly in and out of the tight muscle.

  As a finger slid into him and circled in and out, Trace sighed and let his eyes flutter shut. He wasn’t surprised when the push of David’s finger didn’t exactly hurt—David knew just how to tease him, thrusting in and out or gently rubbing, fingers sliding so smoothly along Trace’s cleft, laving his aroused cock, so
aking in the heat radiating from Trace’s skin.

  David flicked his tongue over the head of Trace’s cock, and he curved his finger to stroke Trace’s prostate—eliciting a keening cry.

  Trace was shocked when the rub of David’s snub fingertip left a trail of fire that flared so hot he cried out before he could even think to stop it. “Holy hell, David! I’m supposed to pay attention with you doing that?” he asked, incredulous.

  “God, so responsive.” David groaned and shifted on his knees between Trace’s legs as he slid his finger in again, twisting gently, trying to send Trace up in flames. He grinned after letting the cock in his mouth slide free, the vibrations of suppressed laughter dancing up and down the shaft. “No, not really. Thinking really isn’t the goal at this point. Just feel for me, baby.” His finger continued to tease as his words grew low and throaty, his tongue randomly licking at the cock in his hand. “Having you inside me will feel ten times this good. And coming,” David moaned. “Coming…. You inside me, clamping down around your cock.” Trace’s muscles tightened around David’s finger, and he moaned again. “God, Trace.”

  “Jesus,” Trace breathed, pulling his knees up. The mix of swirling sensations was confusing and arousing at the same time. He knew full well what it felt like to be inside a woman, even one who was small and tight. He’d been in a woman’s ass too, which was a huge turn-on. But being inside David could in no way possibly be the same. He felt himself contract around David’s finger, and another bolt of pleasure shot through him. God, was this just a taste of what it would be like to have David in him? He twitched as his cock throbbed. “David,” he rasped. “I need you.”

  David crawled up Trace’s body, trailing kisses along a path until reaching Trace’s mouth. “So take me, lover.”

  Curling his arms around him, Trace rolled them until he lay atop David. He stole another long, wet kiss before scooting back to kneel between David’s thighs. His eyes raked over the firm body laid out before him, and he leaned to kiss David’s belly before taking up the bottle. At the sudden rush of nerves, he reminded himself that he knew what he was doing. Intellectually. He spread some lube on his fingers and slid them under David’s balls, rubbing as he went. Trace didn’t break eye contact as he rubbed over the hole he was going to bury himself in. “So hungry for you,” he whispered.