Get Off Easy (Noble House, #1) (22 page)

Her body tensed under his. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, there’s no reason to be sorry at all, Grae.” Boyce slid his hands down, cupped her ass again to keep her legs locked in place around his hips. “No reason at all. I didn’t tell you that to make you uncomfortable. I wanted you to know the effect you have on him. On me.”

“I meant...about everything.”

“You’re trying to find your way. To understand what you want. Have more faith in yourself, Grae. The kind we have in you. You’re braver than you think.” The slant of her lips signaled she didn’t truly believe him. Boyce vowed to make whatever strides were necessary to make her understand.

“I need to get home.”

Boyce’s disappointment surged. He wanted very much to tell her she was already there. Watching her walk out when he was in this state wouldn’t be the hardest thing he’d ever done. But feeling as though he’d failed her was quickly rising to the top of the very short damn list. “Running already?”

“I’m sweaty from cleaning. Not to mention dirty.”

“I like dirty. In fact, I think you’re at your most beautiful when you’re dirty.” He pressed a finger against her lips. “And before you try to tell me I’m wrong, if anything resembling those words slips past your lips, I will toss you over my knee and spank your gorgeous ass so every time you sit down tomorrow, you’ll remember what I said.” His commanding statement caused her to jolt underneath him, but he wasn’t interested in softening his words or his voice. “Are you sure you’re determined to run away again? Saint was pretty explicit with his plans for tonight. And they include both of us.” Resolve shined clear in her green eyes, telling him all he needed to know. “Still not enough to sway you to come to the club. All right. I’ll let this go for the moment. But know this, baby, you affect us in a special way, and we’re not going to give up on you. Don’t give up on yourself either.”

A
n hour later, Boyce found Saint near the bar at Noble House, standing on a stool. He’d pulled back his hair in order to work and, at some point, had stripped away his shirt. Boyce had to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud when a string of swears filled the room. Saint shook his head, shoving a pair of pliers between his teeth as he growled softly and twisted a bundle of wires together.

“Having trouble?”

“Yeah.” Saint wiped his forearm over his sweat-soaked forehead. “Do me a favor, will you? Can you flip that switch in Kochran’s office? The blue one in the breaker panel? Second one down.”

Boyce couldn’t stop admiring the way Saint moved as he worked. He couldn’t stop staring. Hell, who’d want to? All that sinew and muscle just waiting to be explored. Boyce flipped the breaker. The row of flat screens mounted on a shelf above Kochran’s desk flickered to life. Saint’s arm was displayed on the all three screens as he capped the wires.

“Picture looks damn good to me.”

Saint grunted. “The resolution is still shit. I need to upgrade the HDMI cables, but Kochran keeps dragging his feet.”

Like that was news. “He ever change the password?”

“Nope. Still hasn’t. I’m going to fuck up his world one day just because I can. And gonna laugh in his face when he comes complaining about it.” Saint’s last words faded off into a hiss as Boyce ran his hand over Saint’s denim-clad ass.

“Got twenty minutes or so for a break?”

“Only twenty?” Saint’s gaze traveled slowly over Boyce. “Fucking amateur.” Despite the harsh statement his eyes fluttered closed as Boyce tugged on the row of buttons at the front of his jeans. “Where’s Grae?”

A pang stabbed through Boyce at the memory of watching her leave. “Said she was tired after all the cleaning. Told us to enjoy ourselves.” No need to tell Saint the truth. He would know anyway. Boyce parted the zipper on Saint’s jeans, exposing the trail of fine hair mapping across Saint’s abdomen.

“Oh, she did, huh?”

Boyce slid his hands around, pushing Saint’s jeans down over his hips. Boyce leaned closer, basking in the scent of hard work, flicking his tongue out to savor the saltiness of his lover. “Fuck yeah. And I intend to.”

He pushed away the briefs, freeing Saint from the confines of the fabric. Boyce wanted to be everywhere at once. He settled on a pec, a bared hip, a strong wrist. Hungry for more, Boyce closed his mouth around the crown of Saint’s dick. The pliers Saint had been holding hit the floor with a clatter, his fingers tunneling through Boyce’s mane of hair. Insatiable now, Boyce pushed down, taking more of Saint into his mouth. Fueled by lust, he didn’t stop until his nose brushed against the hard ridge of Saint’s abs.

Saint loosed a deep, gut-wrenching growl, withdrawing slightly as he clung to Boyce. “Oh, fuck.”

Boyce stroked his tongue against the slit, the flavor of the man standing over him spreading through his senses. Pushing away the darkness as only his lover had been able to do.

As Saint continued to move, Boyce stripped open his own pants, freeing himself. He beat a few quick strokes, groaning around Saint’s cock. Boyce remembered the last time they’d been together. Alone. Before Grae had reappeared in their lives.

The sound of Saint’s belt striking his ass resonated through him.

He remembered writhing under the man as Saint had turned his ass several different shades of red. Remembered the rosy glow that had filled him for days afterward. The pain which had flashed white hot every time he’d sat.

Jesus, he fucking loved this man and everything Saint made him feel.

Want.

Loving Saint was like walking on the edge of a cliff. As though he could do anything. And right now, all Boyce wanted to do was suck Saint. To get off with him, follow him into oblivion. The burn glowing inside him flared brighter, hotter. Boyce’s cock was heavy in his hand as he continued to work both of them into a frenzy.

Sucking.

Pulling.

He ran his tongue up the shaft, savoring each flavor of Saint that was deposited in his mouth. Fucking his fist, working his mouth over Saint, Boyce felt lightheaded. But, still, he wanted to fuck Saint until they were both a sweaty, dripping mess on the floor.

He also wanted Saint to fuck him. Fast. And hard. So,
so
fucking hard.

The juxtaposition of his need only frustrated Boyce. Every creative curse he knew screamed to be unleashed. But Boyce wasn’t about to release his hold on Saint in order to set them free. Saint tasted too damn good to let that happen.

Shocks of pleasure caused his toes to curl in his boots. His thigh muscles clenched tight as he fought against climax. Not without Saint. Boyce’s primal urges gushed forth, and took over. Driving him. Growling, he yanked his hand away from his cock, redoubling his efforts with his mouth. In one smooth move, he relaxed his throat and swallowed Saint whole. Saint snarled as he started to pump rapidly into Boyce’s willing mouth. With each thrust, Boyce swallowed, constricting around the cockhead.

Suddenly, Saint pulled away with a loud roar.

Driving need caused Saint to jerk Boyce to his feet and crushed their mouths together as he spun them. That wonderful fucking mouth. It had taken all Saint’s control not to blow down Boyce’s throat, but he’d felt the Boyce’s need. Swore he could almost see it shimmering off Boyce in waves.

Saint’s legs were trembling, nearly giving out. So he sat on the stool he’d been standing on. Reaching out, Saint pulled Boyce’s jeans down and away. “Naked. Take it all off. Now.” Saint growled the last word as Boyce stripped open his shirt. Saint leaned forward, licking the length of Boyce’s cock from root to tip, returning the attention Boyce had been giving him. Boyce’s body jerked and shuddered, a quiet groan filling the air. Yeah, Boyce was on the brink. A damn delicious one. And Saint intended to hone the edge even more. But he would do it buried inside Boyce. Balls deep.

Saint cupped Boyce’s balls. “Condom. Lube. Right
thefuck
now.”

Boyce’s eyes flashed. “Since when have you worried about a condom when it’s just me and you?”

“House rules.”

Boyce swept his gaze over the empty room. “Club’s closed, and I don’t see Kochran anywhere around.”

“At least get the lube. Unless you
want
me to fuck you raw.” Boyce’s expression altered.
Yeah, I know you want me to, babe
. But Saint had plans for later that involved the ass he very much wanted to be inside of at the moment. “Get the lube, or we both walk away from this right now very, very unsatisfied.”

Despite the authority and command of the statement, Boyce strolled casually to the cabinet where the item was stored. The bunch and roll of his impressive muscles lit a fire at the base of Saint’s cock. As he enjoyed watching Boyce lean over, Saint took himself in hand and started fucking his fist.

When Boyce turned and caught sight of Saint, he smirked. “Couldn’t wait?”

“Keeping it warm for you.”

Boyce tossed a small bottle that Saint caught with his free hand. Saint spread the slick fluid, letting the tube fall to the floor as he gestured for Boyce to turn around. Boyce complied, Saint smoothing his hands over Boyce’s hips and thighs as Boyce offered himself.

The muscles tightened under his palms.

Saint guided Boyce down over him. As excited as Boyce was, it didn’t take long for Saint to slip deep. So deep, he took all of Saint’s cock with one effortless stroke.

“Showoff,” Saint whispered as he pulled their bodies tight together. He traced the strong lines of his lover’s body as Boyce fucked him. Within a few minutes, Boyce relaxed his legs, allowing Saint to take most of his weight. Buried balls deep in Boyce, Saint hissed when Boyce wiggled his hips.

“Problem?”

“No,” Saint said tightly.

“Your flawless control wavering, babe?”

In a blur of movement, Saint yanked out of Boyce’s ass, stood, and shoved Boyce back against the waist-high serving bar. Boyce was able to maneuver onto his back, ass hanging off the edge, hands on his knees to spread himself in offering.

Saint slicked a fresh coat of lubrication over his shaft and tossed the empty tube away. This time he wasn’t gentle. Boyce’s eyes fluttered closed as Saint drove into him, his entire body trembling with pleasure. Saint pumped slow and deep, his testicles brushing against Boyce’s ass every time he stroked. Pushing his hand higher, Saint collared Boyce’s throat, applying a small amount of pressure. The expression on Boyce’s face altered, the edge of his lips curling into a satisfied smile.

As Saint tightened his grip, Boyce’s dick tapped against his abdomen.

“I’d forgotten how much you enjoy me truly controlling every part of you.” Saint released his hold, allowing Boyce to breathe normally. He tugged his hips backward, stopping short so only the crown of his cock remained inside of Boyce.

Boyce whimpered.

Saint tightened his grip. “Go on and fuck yourself, babe. I know you want to.”

Boyce wrapped his shaft, starting slow at first, his pace increasing as Saint denied oxygen. Saint felt the chords of Boyce’s neck tighten and released his throat. Boyce hauled in a deep breath, his fist slowing. Saint tightened his hold again, this time slowly pushing his cock inside Boyce when his hand began moving. This time when Saint released Boyce’s throat, he continued fucking into Boyce.

Saint tightened his fingers, completely severing Boyce’s access to air. Now he truly depended on Saint. A thrill raced through Saint, loving the desperate whimpers spilling from Boyce. The loss of air, the rush of adrenaline, as pure, unveiled pleasure coursed through him.

Boyce whipped his hand over his cock faster, beating himself toward orgasm.

Unwilling to have their time concluded, Saint smacked Boyce’s hand away, released his throat and withdrew completely, leaving Boyce empty and aching. Boyce’s chest moved rapidly, his lungs pulling in as much oxygen as possible without restraint. When Boyce tried to reach for his straining dick again, Saint held Boyce’s hands to the side, pinning them to the wood with his strength.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.”

Saint watched the beauty of Boyce’s struggles, as Boyce fought to balance everything racing through him. Adding to the chaos, Saint leaned over and dragged his tongue over the ridges of veins to draw a pattern against Boyce’s skin.

Boyce hissed.

Saint swallowed Boyce’s cock once, twice, three times—scraping his teeth against straining skin. Boyce’s body bucked as Saint shoved his cock into Boyce’s ass again. A visible tremor shimmered over Boyce as he accepted the rough treatment, took everything Saint tossed his way. He released Boyce’s wrists so he could wrap a hand around Boyce’s throat again.

“Go on. Fuck yourself again. Too damn spectacular not to.”

Boyce began jerking off again, starting slow before his pace increased as Saint tightened his hand. When Boyce’s muscles grew strained, Saint didn’t stop.

Deeper.

Just a little deeper.

C’mon. I’ve got you
.

Saint held fast, constricting Boyce’s airway, watching closely for signs of distress while he continued to jack off. Calculating the time, Saint eased his grip, seeing Boyce’s chest expand as he took a breath.
Time to kick it up a notch
. Saint clamped his hand tight, severing Boyce’s oxygen supply completely. Boyce’s body shook, but he clearly wasn’t struggling as his hand whipped up and down on his dick.