Fractured Souls by Ava Marie Salinger

16

A powerful drummingechoed in Cassius’s ears as consciousness returned. He made a soft sound and snuggled deeper into the bed, seeking more of the hypnotic beat that had soothed his soul while he slept.

Except his bed was harder than he recalled it ever being. And it was moving rhythmically, in sync with his own breathing.

Cassius blinked his eyes open.

“Good morning,” Morgan drawled where he lay beneath him.

Cassius stared. The memories of last night came flooding back.

Heat burned his cheeks when he realized he was draped wantonly across the Aerial. He scuttled backward and stiffened as a powerful arm looped around his waist, locking him in place.

“Where are you going?” Morgan said lazily.

Cassius’s mind tried to frame a sharp retort.

Unfortunately, his body was preoccupied by all that it could sense. The addictive scent of the angel holding him in his arms. The solid frame that was all muscle and sinew plastered against every inch of him. The thick cock digging into his belly. Lust stormed Cassius, quickening his pulse.

Morgan smiled, seemingly oblivious to the filthy thoughts raging through Cassius. “Thank you.”

Cassius did his best to focus on their conversation. “For what?”

“For a good night’s sleep.” Morgan stretched an arm above his head before tucking it behind his neck, a sigh tumbling from his lips. “This is the first time in ages I’ve sleep so well without…you know.” He shrugged. “Sex.”

Cassius swallowed as he observed the Aerial’s beautifully toned muscles bunch up and relax. “Great. Now, how about you let me go and get the hell out of my apartment?”

Morgan raised an eyebrow at his stilted tone. “Shouldn’t we do something about that first?”

“What do you mean?” Cassius mumbled.

He gasped as Morgan flipped him onto his back. Cassius blinked dazedly, shocked at how easily the Aerial had trapped him beneath his body and at how familiar it felt.

It was almost as if they’d played this game many a time before. That they’d laid in each other’s arms, just like this, on countless occasions. That they’d shared a bed for thousands of nights, in another time and life.

That insane notion was still sinking into Cassius’s bewildered mind when Morgan rose on all fours above him. The Aerial’s eyes shifted to a deep aquamarine as he looked down Cassius’s body.

“I meant we should do something about your erection.” A sinful smile stretched Morgan’s mouth as he stared at the unmistakable tenting in Cassius’s pajama bottoms. “It looks…painful.”

Cassius silently cursed his treacherous body. His thoughts scattered to the winds when Morgan trailed a lazy knuckle up and down his aching length. He bit his lip, his belly contracting with pleasure.

God, that feels good!

Morgan’s smile widened to a sexy smirk.

Cassius fought the urge to yank him close and kiss him hard.

“How about we help each other?” Morgan murmured.

Cassius shivered as Morgan slipped a hand inside his pajamas, too far gone to resist. His breath locked in his throat at the first touch of Morgan’s fingers on his naked cock. He punched his hips instinctively and bit back a groan when the motion caused his shaft to rub enticingly against Morgan’s hot palm.

Morgan pushed Cassius’s pajamas down his hips and freed his erection. He started rubbing Cassius’s stiff length briskly, his touch masterful and his fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to make Cassius’s toes curl. He nudged Cassius’s chin up with his nose and pressed his mouth against his throat, his heavy pants telling Cassius he was just as turned on as he was.

Morgan kissed and licked and sucked his way up and down Cassius’s quivering flesh before biting down on the pulse at the base of his neck with enough force to make Cassius shudder but not enough to break the skin, his hand tightening punishingly on Cassius’s dick at the same time.

The dual pleasure-pain had Cassius writhing on the bed. “Shit! That’s—!”

Morgan’s gaze blazed as he lifted his head and stared into Cassius’s eyes, his fingers busy on Cassius’s cock, his palm growing slick with Cassius’s precum.

“Touch me,” he ordered gruffly.

Cassius’s heart raced as he gazed at Morgan’s flushed face and dilated pupils. He danced his hands down Morgan’s torso and rock-hard abs, liking the way Morgan twitched and tensed at his touch. Morgan cursed as Cassius slipped his fingers inside his sweatpants, his chest shuddering with his breaths.

He groaned and dropped his head onto Cassius’s shoulder when Cassius released his raging erection. Cassius’s hands trembled as he tentatively explored Morgan’s shaft, learning his shape by touch. Morgan’s dick was silky smooth and deliciously veiny where it rose proudly from a nest of trimmed pubes.

“Fuck!” Morgan thrust his cock through Cassius’s hungry hold, his jaw tense. “More. Touch me more!”

Cassius licked his lips and stroked a thumb across the thick head of Morgan’s cock, the scent of Morgan’s precum filling his nostrils as he spread the sticky evidence of his arousal all over his hard length. He couldn’t wait to find out what Morgan tasted like.

Morgan’s low growl danced down Cassius’s spine as he punched his shaft seductively through Cassius’s hands. The bright burn in Morgan’s eyes and the harsh pants and grunts rising from his throat made whatever misgivings Cassius still clung to evaporate in the sunlight. He surrendered to the passion blazing between them and sought Morgan’s mouth with eager desperation, intent on fully enjoying this illicit encounter.

* * *

Waves of pleasureslammed into Morgan at the sweet friction of Cassius’s hands on his dick. He couldn’t believe how embarrassingly close he was to exploding just from Cassius’s touch.

Cassius’s eyes were liquid silver with desire as he danced against Morgan, his fingers busily stroking Morgan’s erection while he thrust his own cock through Morgan’s hand. He grabbed Morgan’s nape, lifted his head off the pillow, and nipped at his chin with his pretty white teeth.

“Kiss me!”

The throaty command pushed Morgan’s buttons in all the right ways. He took the angel’s mouth in a torrid kiss and pressed his body down onto his.

Cassius welcomed Morgan’s weight with a lustful sound, his tongue lashing eagerly against Morgan’s as he frenched him. His heart thudded rapidly against Morgan’s chest as they moved against one another, writhing and rubbing their bodies together, their hands dancing briskly on each other’s straining dicks.

Cassius made a frustrated noise before spreading his legs and wrapping his thighs around Morgan’s hips, as if he couldn’t get close enough. Morgan growled in approval, the motion allowing him to sink deeper into the cradle of Cassius’s body. Cassius’s heels found Morgan’s lower back. He anchored himself to Morgan and rolled his hips sexily, mimicking the act of lovemaking.

Morgan’s balls tightened and grew heavy. Delicious tension stiffened his spine and pooled in his belly, heralding his orgasm. Cassius grabbed the pillow above his head in a white-knuckled fist as Morgan’s stroking motion accelerated on his cock, his cries of pleasure swallowed by Morgan’s hungry lips, his glazed eyes locked on Morgan’s.

Morgan let go of Cassius’s mouth and sank his teeth in the angle of his neck. A savage sound erupted from his chest as the first wave of his climax crashed over him. He circled his thumb across the sensitive head of Cassius’s cock and was rewarded by a loud shout.

Cassius’s back bowed off the bed and the tendons in his neck corded with tension as he came with sweet violence, his cock exploding and filling Morgan’s hand with hot cum. Morgan groaned and cursed as he convulsed against Cassius, his own dick making a sticky mess of Cassius’s fingers and belly as he ejaculated. He took Cassius’s mouth in a scorching kiss as they rode their orgasms, drinking in the angel’s lustful gasps and moans.

It was a while before they stopped shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure. Their pants echoed across the bedroom as they slowly relaxed against one another, Morgan’s body heavy on Cassius.

A fuzzy feeling swept over Morgan as he breathed in the musky smell of sex filling the air and experienced the comforting thump of Cassius’s heart against his chest. Even though he made love to someone practically every night, he hadn’t felt this physically sated in a long time.

I was right. He really is perfect for me.

Morgan sighed and lifted his head from Cassius’s shoulder.

“If it weren’t for the fact that we need to be downtown in about thirty minutes, I would seriously go for another round right now,” he told Cassius in a chagrined voice.

Cassius tensed. “What do you mean, we need to be downtown in thirty minutes?”

Morgan grimaced and rose up on an elbow. “Oh. Didn’t I tell you? We have an appointment with Strickland at eight.”

Cassius narrowed his eyes. “No, you didn’t tell me!”

He shoved Morgan off him, climbed down from the bed, and marched into the bathroom.

Morgan walked in in time to see Cassius strip out of his clothes. He bit back a groan, his dick stirring with a fresh wave of arousal as he took in Cassius’s toned, athletic build and flawless skin.

He was debating going down on his knees and sinking his teeth into Cassius’s perfectly formed ass when he caught Cassius’s disgruntled expression. The angel was wiping off the evidence of their recent mutual gratification from his groin and belly. He balled up his T-shirt, threw it in the laundry bin, and twisted around to turn on the water. He stiffened when Morgan came up behind him.

Morgan trailed a finger down Cassius’s spine and smiled at Cassius’s shiver. Not so angry after all.

He brought his lips to Cassius’s right ear, knowing he was playing with fire and not really caring.

“Should we shower together?” Morgan breathed, dropping his voice an octave.

His move had the desired effect.

Cassius shifted closer, head angling to give Morgan better access to his neck. Color stained his cheeks when he realized what he’d unconsciously done.

He pulled away and gritted his teeth. “There’s a perfectly fine bathroom in your apartment! Why don’t you reacquaint yourself with it?!”

Morgan grinned as Cassius stepped under the hot spray, the angel’s half-hard length belying his stern words. He had a feeling he was going to enjoy finding out all the little things that turned Cassius on. He leaned in to steal a kiss.

Cassius grabbed his shampoo and glared at him, the bottle held defensively between them.

“Hmm.” Morgan inhaled deeply. “That’s a nice fragrance, but I gotta say, I like your scent better.” He grabbed Cassius’s wrist and tugged him close, heedless of the water pounding his head and the makeshift weapon wedged between their chests. He pressed his lips softly to Cassius’s. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

Cassius’s mouth parted and his eyes glazed over slightly at the sultry promise in Morgan’s voice.

“I’m gonna savor it all,” Morgan said huskily. “Your dick. Your cum. Your sweet, little ho—”

Cassius scowled and bit Morgan’s lower lip.