Human After All by Connie Bailey Page B

his fingertips glide over the hard abs to the smooth pectorals. The callused edge of his thumb brushed the peak of Jaymes’s left nipple, and the Companion gasped softly. “You like that?”
    “It’s very pleasing, but if we don’t have much time?”
    “Halz and Ferrin weren’t that far behind us,” Lochler confirmed.
    Jaymes turned in the circle of Lochler’s arms. At six feet tall, it wasn’t often that the T-bred had to look up to meet another man’s eyes, and he found the experience oddly thrilling. Taking the initiative, he pressed his mouth to the Granger’s, letting his lips drift apart as his hands returned to Lochler’s firm ass.
    Lochler didn’t need any further provocation. Wrapping an arm around Jaymes’s pliant waist, he cupped the back of the Companion’s head in the other hand. Leaning in, the big man took control of the kiss, groaning into Jaymes’s mouth as the T-bred kneaded his lower cheeks. Breaking the kiss slowly, Jaymes made his way down the front of Lochler’s body, undoing buttons, snaps, and ties as he tasted each square inch of skin he bared to the light. The Companion settled onto his knees, fingers curling around the Granger’s hard cock, licking a cool stripe up the underside before taking the head in his mouth. Lochler burrowed his fingers in Jaymes’s silky hair as the T-bred gradually took his full length. There was something almost unbearably arousing about the sight of the aristocratic beauty, nose buried in the curls of a thick bush, his sculpted lips wrapped so sweetly around the root of a hard cock.
    “Kill me now.” Lochler murmured his customary expression of deep satisfaction.
    Jaymes lifted his head, letting the rosy length of flesh slide from his mouth as his fingers crept up the ladder of Lochler’s ribs. Pinching both the Granger’s nipples between thumbs and forefingers, Jaymes twisted in opposite directions as he engulfed the entire eight inches again in one smooth motion. He flicked a glance up at Lochler’s face as he took a deep breath through his nose and swallowed several times in succession. The Granger’s grip on Jaymes’s skull tightened like a vise until Jaymes pulled back.
    “It’s all right if you’re aroused by rough play, but I’d like to know beforehand. Just for safety’s sake.”
    “Oh, hell, I can’t believe I forgot. You boychicks have combat skills. What a howl it would’ve been if I went to mount and you broke my neck. Is there some kinda key code?”
    A shudder ran the length of Jaymes’s frame. “No. There are agreed upon Scenarios with predesignated cues, but you can’t—” Tiny pearls of sweat sheened Jaymes’s upper lip, highlighting the small tattoo. He tried with all his might to sidestep Lochler’s question, but he could not lie now any more than he could to the Deep.
    “Jaymes!” Lochler said sharply. “What are you thinking on?”
    Jaymes dove on the other man’s cock, stroking, sucking, and licking ardently. He wet his fingers and bestowed slippery caresses on Lochler’s heavy balls and musky crack. Bobbing his head vigorously, he nudged at the Granger’s hole to the same rhythm. The tip of one finger pushed past the entrance to Lochler’s passage, and he cried out.
    “Whoa! Halt!”
    Jaymes looked up in consternation.
    “It’s good,” Lochler assured the T-bred. “All of it. Stratospheric. But I don’t want to deploy in your mouth.”
    “How do you want me?”
    “On the bike.”
    Jaymes glanced at the sinister-looking collection of metal, leather, and rubber. “All right,” he said gamely.
    Lochler watched, his cock pulsing in anticipation, as Jaymes pushed the leggings to his ankles and bent over the saddle of the motorcycle. “That’s almost enough to make me shoot off right there,” he said as he moved behind Jaymes. The Granger leader pushed Jaymes’s shirt up to his neck and rested a hand between the winged shoulder blades. “Spread your legs a little more,” he said