Semua Bab TEACH ME HOW TO BURN (MXM STORIES): Bab 41 - Bab 50

chapter 4Damien’s hands were already working Kael’s belt open. The clink of the buckle was obscenely loud in the small space. Zipper next. Then Damien shoved Kael’s slacks and boxers down just far enough to free him. Cool air touched overheated skin. Kael bit his lip to stay quiet as Damien’s hand wrapped around his cock and stroked once, twice, slow and proprietary.“Already leaking,” Damien murmured. His thumb smeared the wetness over the head. “Were you thinking about last night all day? About how you came just from grinding on my thigh like you couldn’t help yourself?”Kael’s answer was a tight, furious breath. Damien’s free hand slid up under his shirt, palm spreading across his stomach, then higher, pinching a nipple hard enough to make Kael’s back arch.“Answer me.”“Yes,” Kael gritted out. “Happy?”“Not yet.”Damien’s hand left him. There was the quiet sound of another belt, another zipper. Then the blunt, hot pressure of Damien’s cock settling against the cleft of Kael’s ass

2“Yes.” Nathan’s breath hitched once. “Sometimes the fantasy changes. Sometimes I’m the one who takes him. I imagine pushing him back into the confessional, the same one we’re in right now, and climbing into his lap. I imagine unbuttoning that black shirt, exposing the skin underneath, putting my mouth on his chest, his throat, the place just above the collar. I imagine sinking down onto him, taking him inside me that way, riding him while he holds onto the wooden walls of the booth like it’s the only thing keeping him from falling. I imagine making him come so hard he forgets every vow he’s ever spoken. And then I imagine him doing the same to me—turning me around, pressing me against the grille, fucking me from behind while people could walk into the church at any moment. The risk is part of it. The idea that we could be caught, that the whole parish could find out their priest was buried balls-deep in one of his own, makes me come harder than anything else.”Bill’s hands had cur

Chapter 4The title, spoken like that while Bill’s fist moved on him, sent a hard jolt straight through Bill’s body. He stroked Nathan more firmly, thumb spreading the slickness down the shaft. Nathan reached between them at the same time, opened Bill’s trousers with less patience, and dragged the black fabric and underwear down far enough to free him. Bill’s cock rose heavy and dark, the head already shining. Nathan closed his fingers around it and matched the rhythm—slow, deliberate, the same filthy cadence Bill was using on him.For a time they simply stroked each other in the chair, mouths open against cheeks and throats, breathing the same air, the wet sounds of their hands the only noise in the study. Then Nathan slid off Bill’s lap and onto his knees on the rug.He looked up once, eyes dark, lips already parted.“I’ve imagined this part more times than I can count.”He took Bill into his mouth.The heat was immediate and overwhelming. Nathan did not tease. He sank down until th

2His grip was not painful, it was firm and Possessive in a way that made my stomach flip.“Liam.”My name in that voice did something dangerous to me. I swallowed hard, staring at the place where his fingers wrapped around my wrist. His thumb rested against the inside, right over my pulse. He had to feel how fast it was racing.“I—” My voice cracked. I tried again. “Shit. I'm sorry. I should go to bed.”He didn’t let go. His eyes lifted from my wrist to my face, and whatever I saw there made my cock throb against the soft fabric of my sweats. There was heat in his gaze. Real, unmistakable heat. And under it, something darker—restraint stretched thin.“You should,” he agreed after a second, but his hand tightened fractionally. The calluses on his palm scraped lightly over my skin. “It’s late.”Neither of us moved.I could hear my own breathing. I could hear his. The space between our bodies felt electric. If I leaned forward even an inch I’d be against his chest. The thought alone mad

Chapter 4I kept my gaze locked on his. The shame was so thick I could barely breathe around it. This was Marcus’s bed. Marcus’s sheets. And I was sitting here with my cock out, balls in my hand, stroking myself on his father’s orders.“Twist right under the head,” Lannister said. “Yeah. Like that. Every upstroke.”I did it. The sharp twist of sensation dragged a broken “Fuck—” out of me. My fist kept moving, wetter now, the sound obscene in the quiet room.“Faster.”I sped up. My breathing turned ragged. My hips started rocking into my own hand without permission.“Moan for me. I want to hear every fucking sound.”“Fuck! Oh fuck oh fuuuck—” The words tumbled out between moans. I couldn’t hold them back. My cock throbbed in my grip, leaking steadily, the head so sensitive every twist made my stomach clench.Lannister took another step closer. Still not touching me. Just watching, eyes dark, voice steady and ruthless.“You moan so fucking well boy. Look at you. Leaking all over my son'