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  After all the man had assisted Cayl when he was afflicted. It was the least he could do. Quid pro quo.

  Clinging to that bit of universal logic, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Mace’s sweats and tugged them down, not bothering to pull them all the way off. There was little point when the thick cock popped out. Breath locked in his throat.

  The shaft on his own form appeared longer but Mace’s was quite wide. He wasn’t sure how he would be able to get it into his mouth.

  Cayl licked his lips. There was a drop of liquid leaking out of the tip. The sight tempted him beyond his imagination. He wanted to capture that drop on his tongue, experience the flavor. He cupped the shaft in his hand and squirmed down to the bottom of the bed, his mind focused on getting that cock in his mouth.

  He rolled over, wanting to be between Mace’s legs but the cursed cotton material was in the way. With a grunt that seemed to convey his irritation quite admirably, he dragged the cloth down, over Mace’s feet and tossed it to the side, unconcerned where it landed. Freed, Mace shifted, spreading his thighs and creating a space for Cayl.

  The thick shaft and the sac beneath fascinated him. The images he’d viewed prior to arriving in this world had not clearly defined the intriguing aspects of this portion of the male form. Discovering a need for a better view, Cayl crawled between Mace’s strong knees, intrigued by the hair on Mace’s thighs, but kept his focus on the cock he planned to ease. He shifted his stare and gasped. The truth jolted him.

  “Something wrong?” Mace drawled. Cayl lifted his gaze. Mace lay on the mattress, one hand cradling his head, so he could watch Cayl. The lazy, sexual display made Cayl’s mouth water but he focused on Mace’s query.

  “Having had my fingers inside Agent Denning, I do not understand such a large item fits inside her.” Cayl opened his mouth and looked at the rounded head, trying to calculate if it would fit inside. “Or how my mouth will accommodate such a thick rod.”

  Mace chuckled and Cayl felt the little hairs at the back of his neck stand up. And his cheeks felt strangely warm. He didn’t care for the combination of sensations.

  “You’ll be fine, babe.” Strong fingers slid up his neck and cupped the back of his head, pushing him down, toward the thick shaft. “Just do what feels natural.”

  “Nothing feels natural.” He lifted his head, fighting against the pressure pushing him down. The smile that had seemed so ever-present in Mace’s eyes disappeared.

  “Then don’t do it.” His voice was flat and Cayl felt a strange response in his chest, an ache he didn’t understand. “No one’s forcing you.” Mace shifted, starting to roll away.

  Cayl caught his leg, pushing him down, spreading him wide. He didn’t comprehend the urge but he didn’t want Mace to escape him.

  “No. I want to but the human form is so foreign to me. And fragile. I do not know what will bring pleasure and what will bring pain.”

  He watched Mace’s face to see how he reacted to Cayl’s confession of ignorance.

  That smile that made his groin area tight curved the other man’s lips. “I’ll let you know if you hurt me. Just do what I did to you.”

  Cayl nodded. “That is most logical.” He inched back and scanned the male form beneath him once again. There were so many options. So many places he could experiment with touch. “I just don’t know what to do first.”

  His gaze fell to the cock, hard between Mace’s legs.

  “It seems most precise to begin at the top and taste everything.” A hiss escaped Mace’s throat but Cayl couldn’t pull his attention away from the thick rod resting in his hand. “But I desire most to sample your flavor here.” He skimmed his fingers across the round head, collecting the thin drop that had lingered. It sparkled on his skin and Cayl lifted his hand to his mouth. His tongue flicked out and caught the clear drop.

  The foreign flavor danced on his tongue. He licked his lips, wanting more.

  A hitch in Mace’s breath caught Cayl’s attention. He looked into the man’s blue eyes, darkened by the hunger, and then back at the hard cock in his hand, made harder by his touch. “You like to see me sample your taste?”

  The muscles at Mace’s throat convulsed. A new pleasure surged through him, settling in his groin, even though he was not the one being stroked. Hmm. Perhaps this is why humans enjoyed the sensual torment of each other. Deciding to explore this sensation further, Cayl raised his eyebrows and waited for Mace’s response. He nodded, a quick brusque movement. Cayl’s cock swelled.

  “Most intriguing.” He didn’t understand the way his voice changed, deepened. It wasn’t intentional, but emanated from the body he inhabited. His mind swirled with the possibilities but the need to taste took precedence. He bent and flattened his tongue at the base of Mace’s cock, mimicking the caress that Mace had given him. Slowly, he stroked up, following the prominent vein like a guide. The muscles in Mace’s thighs tightened and Cayl could feel the strength, feel the way he struggled to find relief.

  Cayl recognized the movements from when Mace had tormented him and wasn’t prepared to release the other man just yet.

  He swirled his tongue around the head of Mace’s cock, pulling back when he saw another pearl of liquid appearing. He raised his gaze and met Mace’s stare as he swished his tongue across the tip and swallowed the single drop.

  “You tasted more of me, did you not?” Cayl asked. He flicked his tongue across the cock head, loving the way he could feel Mace’s response.

  “Yes.”

  “And I will taste more of you but first I want to explore.” He licked another long line up Mace’s shaft. “Do not orgasm until I have you in my mouth.”

  “I’ll try.”

  Cayl snapped his head back. He wasn’t used to anyone, especially humans, disobeying his orders. “You will wait. I wish you to come in my mouth. You will wait,” he said again.

  There was another tightening of Mace’s throat but he nodded.

  “Very good.” He whispered the words against the smooth skin near the base of his Mace’s shaft. He flicked his tongue out. The muted, salty taste intrigued him, as did the scents.

  Inhaling deeply, he realized he could experiment with all five of the human senses during his exploration. He breathed in the fascinating smells as he tasted the skin. His fingers tingled as he slid them through the tight curls at the base of the shaft. He kept his eyes open as he stroked his tongue up the full length of Mace’s cock, enjoying the deep ruddy color of the shaft.

  Yes, that was four of them but how did he incorporate—

  Mace groaned and rolled his hips up. Ah yes, there was the final sense. Hearing. He lifted his gaze. Mace’s eyes were closed and every muscle in his body taut. Cayl felt no guilt at stopping Mace from coming—after all, the same had been done to him—but he couldn’t resist the taste and feel of Mace’s cock against his tongue.

  He licked the broad head of the shaft. Mace released another groan and Cayl’s cock twitched. He glanced down. Fascinating. His shaft was hard again. He pressed against the sheets, rubbing his cock against the material. It didn’t feel as good as Mace’s hand or his mouth but it still felt pretty good.

  The need to explore held his attention but he found himself returning to the same places time and again, enjoying Mace’s reactions, savoring the way he twisted with need. Yes. This gave him a much better understanding of why humans indulged their senses so deeply. He tried a few more exploratory licks to Mace’s cock then slid his hands around the base, down to the heavy sac beneath.

  He dipped his head and licked at the heavy balls between Mace’s legs. Another long heavy groan erupted from Mace’s throat. The sensation shimmered through Cayl and Mace’s fingers slid into his hair. Such a simple caress but the more Mace petted him the more he wanted to please, to bring pleasure. Hmm. The section of his brain used for observation blurred and he let himself fall into his senses.

  He raised up and caught the head of Mace’s cock in his mouth. The thick shaft almost overwhelmed h
is mouth but he took in what he could, sucking as Mace had done. The head tapped the back of his throat and his body reacted, almost choking.

  “Sorry, babe,” Mace moaned. His fingers slid into Cayl’s hair. The light caresses sent shivers across his skin. “Wasn’t ready for you to suck quite so hard.”

  Cayl pulled back. “I have hurt you? I should not touch you there.”

  “No, babe, you’re fine.” A strange shiver ran through Cayl’s chest at the endearment. “You’re doing great.”

  “Good. I would continue my exploration.” Mace moaned and the muscles rippled along his jaw as if he clenched his teeth. “And I am ready to taste you coming in my mouth.”

  “Thank God.”

  Mace couldn’t hold back much longer. He wanted to let Cayl “explore” but he couldn’t take much more. Fuck, this guy was a wet dream come true. Didn’t have much skill but damn, he learned fast. Took guidance—either with hands or groans. Mace cupped his palm around the back of Cayl’s head and nudged him forward, wanting that mouth back on his cock.

  The sight of Cayl’s lips opening and sucking in the head of Mace’s dick almost made him come but he held back. He wanted to feel this. Cayl moaned as he pushed down, taking more of Mace’s cock into his mouth. Mace stared, couldn’t look away. Cayl seemed lost in the sensations, slurping and licking, sucking hard as he pulled back. Testing every point on Mace’s cock.

  “Stop teasing, babe,” he muttered.

  Cayl lifted his head, his lips rosy and puffy, his eyes practically glowing. His fast breaths hot against Mace’s skin. “I was not teasing.” The words were right but the bright green eyes belied the claim. He flicked his tongue out and licked the sensitive place just beneath the head. Mace couldn’t stop his groan. “I am experiencing.”

  He thought he heard laughter in Cayl’s voice but so far the guy didn’t seem to understand teasing. The thought left Mace’s brain as Cayl stroked his tongue up the full length of Mace’s cock, opening his mouth and sucking in the head. Mace gave the back of Cayl’s head a little nudge pushing a little more into Cayl’s mouth.

  Cayl gave another of those deep-throated moans. The sound sent a wicked vibration through his shaft. Fuck, it wasn’t going to take much more. Cayl started to move his head, bobbing up and down, sucking each time he drew back. It took a few pulses to get the rhythm but then he was moving, rocking his cock into Cayl’s mouth, Cayl sucking and groaning.

  Sparks began at the base of his spine. His fingers tightened on Cayl’s head and he pumped his hips up. Cayl froze, just keeping his lips tight as Mace fucked his mouth.

  Mace did his best to keep his movements small, not wanting to choke the guy but Cayl seemed to want it, moving again, taking Mace deeper, humming and moaning, sucking him until Mace couldn’t take it anymore. He cried out, hoping to warn Cayl but the words wouldn’t form. Pleasure shot through his spine and he came, spilling into Cayl’s mouth.

  Chapter Five

  Devin stood in the corner, arms folded, coffee cup in hand and watched the two men move around the kitchen. Cayl didn’t know how anything worked but Mace patiently gave him instructions—how to use the toaster, where to find jelly, what was the purpose of jelly. Funny, she never would have expected “patience” to be one of Mace’s virtues. In fact, she hadn’t thought Mace had any virtues.

  They worked together, bumping into each other. Sharing the space comfortably. Almost intimately.

  A squiggle of an idea lodged in the back of her brain. No. Couldn’t be. He wouldn’t.

  Cayl reached in front of Mace to get the salt off the counter. His arm brushed across Mace’s chest. Neither man reacted. If anything, Mace moved into the touch.

  Cayl picked up his plate and turned around setting it on the table. He looked at Devin.

  “Are you sure you would not like some nutrition?” he asked, taking his seat. “I’m sure there is plenty.”

  The eggs and bacon and buttery toast smelled incredible but she could just feel the pounds paste themselves to her hips. She held up her travel cup of coffee.

  “I’m good.”

  Mace moved to the table. He put his plate down and set a cup of coffee in front of Cayl. Again she was struck by the intimacy of the scene. It took a moment for her brain to process what she was seeing.

  “Oh my God!”

  Cayl’s head snapped toward her. Mace was a little slower to respond but he looked up, even as he sat down.

  “What did you do?” she accused, looking past Cayl to Mace. Of course, she knew what Mace had done to him. It explained the casual touches and the subtle satisfied aura that surrounded Cayl.

  Mace just gave her one of those arrogant half smiles.

  Cayl looked at her, the corner of his eyes crinkling in confusion, then looked at Mace. Mace just shrugged and picked up his fork. Cayl followed suit, mimicking Mace’s movements, adding salt, a bit of pepper, taking a bite, more pepper. When Mace seemed to find it properly seasoned, so did Cayl and they began to eat. It took Cayl a few bites to get the skills down—scooping eggs on his fork seemed a particular challenge—but once he did, he moved quickly through breakfast.

  When he’d finished, he wiped his mouth on a napkin and nodded. “That is curiously satisfying. Not at all like the last time I was forced into a physical form. The creatures absorbed their nutrition through the skin. It was time consuming and tedious.” He nodded to the empty plate. “This was a much more enjoyable experience, making the nutrition palatable is quite an ingenious plan.”

  “We do our best,” Devin interjected. “And we should get going. We’re searching for your killer after all.” She knew she sounded snippy but couldn’t quite keep the annoyance out of her voice.

  “Of course.” Cayl pushed away from the table. “I will get my outer garment.” He walked out of the room.

  “It’s called a coat,” she yelled after him. When he’d cleared the doorway, she spun around and glared at Mace. “How could you?” Righteous indignation filled her chest and pushed her shoulders back, her spine stick straight. How was she going to explain this to her boss?

  “How could I what?” The innocent and wide-eyed blinking only elevated her irritation.

  “Fuck him.”

  “I didn’t.”

  She dropped her chin and glared harder. “Really.”

  “I might have shown him how to ease certain pains.”

  “You turned my alien gay.” She couldn’t keep the accusation out of her voice.

  Mace laughed. “Not exactly. He still finds the prospect of fucking you quite intriguing.”

  Her spine snapped straight and her chin rose. “That wasn’t what I was worried about.”

  “Really?” Mace stood up and walked over to her, stopping inches from her body, sharing her space. He lowered his head and put his mouth near her ear. “Are you sure you didn’t go to bed dreaming of that hard strong body fucking you? His lips on your pretty tits? His cock slamming into you over and over again?”

  Oxygen seemed in short supply as she tried to answer. Mace pressed closer, his thigh brushing against hers. It wasn’t just the image of Cayl fucking her that made her heart pound, it was Mace, so close, so sexual. Her muscles strained to move, to accommodate his body.

  “Or maybe it was both of us.” His lips teased her ear. “Inside you. One in your mouth, the other in your pussy.” Her mouth opened just a little as she struggled to find enough air. “Or both of us fucking you. Him in your pussy and me taking that sweet ass.”

  A garbled whimper broke from her throat. Her pussy clenched reacting to the words, the mental pictures—hot strong male bodies surrounding her, filling her. The sensations from last night flooded her core. “We’d fill you up. Drive you crazy. Fuck, I want to feel you ass against me as I come inside you.”

  Her body seemed in control. Without her command, her head turned, lips open, begging for his kiss. Mace was there. Hot and strong, accepting her invitation. He took her mouth, a dominating kiss that called to that submissive side
she hadn’t acknowledged until last night.

  Every nerve screamed for her to sink into his arms. She reached up, and cupped the back of his head in her hand and held on. His mouth moved on hers, tongue stroking hers, taking command, telling her with his kiss that he would be wicked good at licking her pussy.

  “Are we sharing another embrace?”

  Cayl’s voice snapped her out of the fog. Devin jumped away from Mace, breaking his hold and stumbling back against the counter. Her mind took a moment to catch up but she shook her head.

  “No. No embraces.” She repeated the head shake to make sure he understood. “We’re leaving. We have work to do.”

  “You are correct. We have rejuvenated and fed. It is time to work.” Cayl stepped back and looked at her. After a few moments of observation, he tipped his head to the side. “I do prefer the raiment that shows your tits.”

  “Breasts! They are called breasts.” She shot visual daggers at Mace but he didn’t seem to care. He was struggling not to laugh. She tugged at the bottom of her jacket and flipped her hair back over her shoulder. Attempting to appear composed, she nodded once. “Well, thank you, again, for all your help,” she said with what she hoped was a brisk, professional tone.

  “My pleasure.”

  It would have been an appropriate response if she hadn’t known he meant it literally. She glared and Mace winked. The urge to growl almost overcame her but she pushed the sound deep inside. Instead, she rolled her shoulders back, turned and started for the door.

  “Will I see you tonight?” Mace asked, the teasing in his voice lingering.

  “It will depend on our success.” Cayl answered before she could say “no”. “If we are not able to trace Harken today we will need to return to the club and wait for his arrival.”

  Devin squished her lips together. She wanted to tell Mace his help wasn’t needed but dammit, it was. “Right. But hopefully we’ll find Harken and we won’t need you anymore.”