Tequila Mockingbird (Sinners #3)

Con tossed the lubricant on the bed. It rolled, then rested near Forest’s hip, trapped in the folds of Con’s rumpled sheets. He shot a grin at Forest, then lowered his head, licking down the man’s stomach and tickling the down under Forest’s navel with the tip of his tongue. Shifting his knees, Connor guided Forest’s legs apart and skimmed his hands down the man’s lean thighs, marveling at the feel of wiry hair on his palms.

He was blown away by the exquisite sensations of Forest’s body on his hands and in his mouth. The scents of the man were so very unique, even as Con recognized the aroma of his own soaps on his lover’s skin. The familiar lemon chiffon scrub, an indulgence Connor allowed himself, perfumed Forest’s stomach and groin. While the sweet citrus hint was pleasant, it was the powdery musk undernote that drew Connor’s cock to a raging stiffness.

Everywhere he touched felt different—unique to the man he longed to delve into. Connor studied the other man’s cock, taking in its pink tip, shorn of its foreskin. The texture of it was so foreign to him, more like velvet than the sleek felt of his own cock, and Connor played with its tip, reveling in the gasping mewls he could draw from Forest’s panting mouth when he flicked his thumb over Forest’s slit.

“Con…,” Forest begged, husky and dark with promise. “Please.”

“Yeah, baby,” Connor replied. “Anything you want. Just—let me do this. Once.”

He then leaned in and took Forest’s cock into his mouth, pressing his tongue under its bulb, and sucked, drawing Forest’s hips off the bed as pleasure flooded through the blond’s body.

The hint of salt, lemon, and man flowed over Connor’s tongue in a rush, and Forest’s body bucked under Con’s hands. He spread his fingers out, digging into the man’s hip bones to hold him. He was going to take however long he had and explore Forest in depth, but the blond wasn’t having it. Forest’s hands scrambled at his shoulders, searching for purchase with frantic fingers.

It was a magical taste—that first savoring of a man—of Forest—in Connor’s mouth. It filled him, completed him, and Connor wondered how the hell he’d gone on for so long without that burst of Forest in his memory.

The lubricant nudged at Con’s fingers, rolling about with Forest’s gyrations. Connor let go of Forest’s side and popped open the bottle. He liked to slick up his own cock while getting himself off, and the condoms were probably only a year old, but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex. Sending a brief apology to his faceless and forgotten lover, Connor lubed his fingertips and slid his hand down between Forest’s legs, searching for the hot muscled swirl he needed to prime.

Connor knew he’d hit the right spot when Forest gasped and his knees parted. Cock leaking hot precome down Connor’s throat, his ass clenched and gave, guiding Connor’s oiled fingers in. His body tightened, molten and sweet over Con’s fingertips. He worked two in, coating the rim as thickly as he could. Forest was tight—so tight Con wondered if he would fit, but when he drew his hand back, Forest’s hands tightened painfully on Con’s shoulders.

“Swear to fucking God, I’m going to kill you if I don’t get you in me,” Forest muttered darkly.

“Almost done,” Connor replied, kissing Forest’s cheek. “And I’ll be right there.”

Strangely enough, his hands shook as Connor tore open the foil packet, and trembled even more when he worked the sheath down over his own cock. The tight ring at its base caught on his shaft, and he struggled for a second, then unfurled it the rest of the way. With his dick covered in more lube, Con gripped his base and guided the tip of his cock down between Forest’s trim asscheeks. The blond lifted his legs, hooking them up onto Connor’s hips, and Con grabbed a pillow to shove it beneath the small of Forest’s back.

Connor savored the moment, taking in the sight of Forest’s wanton splay. Forest’s mouth was roughened to plum from Connor’s kisses, and small bruises marked his throat and chest where Con’s teeth had nipped. Forest was ivory and golden, hot with lust and run wild with need. His eyes were nearly black with desire, their mocha depths swallowed in a stygian pool. With his hips canted up and legs spread, Forest was open to him, surrendering every inch of his body to Connor’s cock—to Connor’s desire—and Connor could not wait to enjoy what the man was offering.

“All of it,” Forest whispered. “No teasing me. Just… all of you, Con.”

Leaning forward, balancing his weight on one hand and his knees, Connor gently kissed Forest’s lips, inhaling the puffs of strained breath and little kitten cries coming from Forest’s mouth. Whispering softly, Connor said, “Thank you for this, a ghra. Thank you for giving me this—for giving me you. You are a treasure to me, and one I will cherish my entire life.”

With that, Connor pushed, and his mouth clamped down, swallowing Forest’s scream as he slid the length of his heavy cock into the tight of Forest’s body.




THE MAN was enormous. From his broad shoulders to his trim hips, Connor Morgan was a rippling mass of muscle and sinew, and Forest tried to touch every single inch of him that he could reach. There was so much to reach for.