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."But, Grey, how can Idisrobe so you can suck on my nipple without your help?"94 The Butcher and the Beastby Sean Michael"You said nothing about sucking; you said my mouth uponyour nipple." Grey undid his ties, eased the shirt off his arms."Why else would you put your mouth on my nipple if not tosuck?" He loved Grey's quick mind, the challenge.He wasgoing to be kept on his toes with this man.The thought onlymade him harder.He sat forward a little so the shirt could bepulled down far enough to expose one of his nipples, the littlebud of flesh hard in eager anticipation."It wants yourtongue.""You have no shame." Grey bent to the task, lips swollenand soft, near gentle on his skin, hand cupping his groin.He could no more have stopped his hips from pushing upinto Grey's hand than he could have stopped breathing, a lowgroan leaving him at the twin assault."Your tongue, please," he begged, proving Grey right noshame at all.His nipple was licked, lapped much like he was cream andthe doctor a large cat.His hands curled into fists to keep fromgrabbing Grey about the head and holding him right there.Hemade a sound suspiciously like a whimper.Grey was far toogood at this for an innocent virgin the man would be a wildwanton in bed once he let himself go, of that John was sure.His hips pushed, sliding his prick against Grey's hand.Thathand so clever, so very needy slid against him, strokedhim."Aye," he whispered, body easily finding Grey's rhythmand moving with it, his prick nearly jumping beneath Grey'sfingers.His nipple ached, sensation shooting from it to hisprick every time Grey licked it.Grey moaned, shivered, then95 The Butcher and the Beastby Sean Michaelpulled back as if his own need had frightened him.Johnpanted, trying to catch his breath.He could feel his ownheartbeat in his prick, in his nipple, the air cool against thewet flesh."Now you.Remove your shirt.""What is left of it." Those hands were trembling as Greypulled the rag away."You'll have a new one soon enough."His eyes were drawn to those pretty nipples, Grey unableto hide his need, his body betraying him.John reached out,purring as his finger pressed against the hard, little nub.Greypulled back, moaning low."You'll have to bring your flesh to my mouth, doctor." Greyneeded to come to him, to want it so badly he could donothing else.John let his thumb slide gently across Grey'snipple, and then again."I.You offered me a blouse." Oh, Grey felt him, lipsopen, heart pounding visibly in the thin chest.He could smell Grey, the salty musk of the man's needbeginning to rise between them."Indeed, but first I mustreturn the favor of mouth and hand upon your body.You didagree."Grey moved closer, the scent heady now, strong andwanton.John slid an arm around Grey's waist and tugged himjust a bit closer, mouth closing over that tempting nipple.Grey's whimper was most gratifying, the arch of the palespine even more so.He flicked his tongue across Grey'snipple, the little bit of flesh hard, almost seeming to beg himto do it again.So he did.He touched Grey's other nipple withhis uninjured hand and then slid his fingers along the fine96 The Butcher and the Beastby Sean Michaelflesh, all the way down to cup the hardness he found withinGrey's breeches.Grey moaned, rolling into his touch, the sound deep,needy.The temptation to pull the man down, to roll the leanbody beneath him and take what he wanted was huge.But hedid not.In fact he took a final lick and pulled away."M.my blouse." Grey was flushed, needy, eyes flashing.John licked his lips and nodded."In the drawer." Hepointed toward the space beneath the bed that housed hisclothes.The butcher knelt down, giving him a long look at perfectlyformed buttocks, a long, lean spine.He moaned softly, rubbing at his aching prick."You tortureme, Doctor.""I do not." A pale shirt was pulled free, draped over thelean body."But you do.Constantly.I ache for you." He rubbed hisprick again, admiring the way his shirt hung off one of Grey'sshoulders."Eat your stew, Beast." The words were short, but the tonewasn't.He reached out and grabbed Grey's hand, tugged him backnear."I find I have more appetite for you than the stew, but Iwill eat if you will continue to feed me.""You believe I care if you starve?""Yes." And he found it wasn't just game playing, he didn'tbelieve Grey would let him go hungry."We're fools, the both of us." There it was, that look sovery close to panic, to acquiescence, to surrender.John had97 The Butcher and the Beastby Sean Michaelseen it in captives, in enemies, even in a horse being brokento the saddle.It was always the same, wide-eyed andworried, panicked and wanting the confusion to stop all atonce.He reached out and cupped Grey's cheek, licking his lips."Insults are unnecessary, Grey."Grey shuddered, almost leaned into his touch."You cannotfeed off me.""Are you quite sure, Doctor?" He winked and let his fingersslide away from Grey's cheek, fingertips stroking."I am completely sure, Pirate.""Then you must feed me.I will let you give me a spoonfulfor every kiss that you give me.""I am not offering kisses so that you might sate yourhunger."Well it had certainly been worth a try."No? Then what willyou offer them for?""I.I want to not witness the whipping.I do not wish tosee that.""It is mandatory, but doctor.If I make an excuse for younot to be present.well I need more than a kiss." Here waswhere he would make his move.He would have that mouth orhe was not Captain of this ship."I will tend the men, but I.I would not see the damagebeing done.""I will allow that, but only if you put your mouth on me,Grey.And not for just a moment, either.I would have yousuck me properly.""You are.You cannot mean.Not until you spend?"98 The Butcher and the Beastby Sean MichaelHe reached out and casually slid a hand along the front ofGrey's breeches."That is the general idea.I will of coursereturn the favor.So not only do you get out of witnessing thewhipping, but you get untold pleasure as well.""I have never.I would choke." Grey was trembling,shaking like a flag upon the mast."I would not allow you to choke." He pressed his hand alittle harder against Grey's prick."I have your word?" Grey's body pressed forward againsthim."You have it." He was nearly shaking himself, anticipationmaking him ache.Grey was lucky he was not likely to lastlong before spending himself in that luscious mouth."I do.I do not know what you want me to do."He lay back against the pillows."The first step is to take abreath, and then you may take my prick from my breeches.""Must you make everything difficult?" Those hands reachedfor his breeches, tugging them open.He almost whimpered, turning the sound into a huskychuckle instead as his prick leapt out eagerly."It is not sodifficult as all that, is it?""You are maddening." Grey's fingers wrapped around hisshaft, stroking, caressing him.He licked his lips, his cock throbbing in Grey's hand."Onlybecause you find yourself wanting me despite your reticence.""Bah." Those hands kept working, rubbing."You have afever, here."He laughed."You know the way to cure it, doctor? Youmust use your mouth." Grey leaned forward, tongue sliding99 The Butcher and the Beastby Sean Michaelso carefully on his shaft, heated, wet.John groaned, his toescurling."Grey.Don't stop now."Another lick, another touch and Grey would drive him mad.He reached for Grey's head and stopped himself, burying hisfingers in the sheets to keep from taking what he wanted.Grey needed to do it himself.Grey's tongue slid and stroked,caressing and wetting him.Tasting him.More, he neededmore."Please.Grey.Please.""What? It cannot hurt." Those eyes were wide, thatmouth too far away
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