The Runaway Cat (Book 2 Cloverleah Pack Series) Read Free Page B

second to pull his shirt over his head, he looked to see Diablo was doing the same thing.  Kneeling, Griff laid himself down Diablo’s side before kissing him again, one hand fisted in Diablo’s hair and the other trailing over firm pectorals, tight abs and long lean sides.
    Tongues dueling, gasps and moans rising both men feasted on each other rolling first one way and then the other as each man fought to find more of the other. Finally Diablo found himself on top and he sat up, his hips straddling Griff’s legs as he bent to undo Griff’s jeans.  Flushed beneath him, Griff raised his hips to allow Diablo to slide them down his legs, pulling off the man’s boots as he went.  Looking down at Griff’s long hard cock, purple and leaking against the man’s abs, Diablo groaned and bent forward to take it into his mouth. 
    Stretching his lips wide, he took it down in one go, swallowing to allow the length to fit down his throat.  Griff moaned long and loud and fisted the sheets, resisting the urge to thrust.  Fuck nothing in his life had ever felt so good.  He felt Diablo’s hands on his, moving them to his head, before Diablo swirled his mouth up and back down Griff’s cock, his tongue licking and lapping as he went.  Holding onto Diablo’s silken hair gently, Griff gently rocked into the man’s mouth, trying so hard to be careful but losing the battle fast.  Diablo moaned in encouragement and Griff thrust a little harder and Diablo took it, moving his mouth up and down Griff’s cock, continuously sucking and licking until Griff felt himself on the edge of coming.
    “Diablo…I…er…” 
    Diablo nodded and pushed his mouth down hard over Griff’s cock, taking him to the hilt, his hands pulling at Griff’s ass to bring him even closer if that was possible.  Griff gave one short thrust and came long, loud and messy.  Diablo groaned himself as he tasted Griff’s come on his tongue and he swallowed again and again taking all of Griff’s essence deep inside himself.   Only when there was nothing more to be had, did Diablo sit up and look at the man underneath him. 
    God what a picture.  Griff’s eyes were half closed as he watched Diablo above him.  His heaving chest was surrounded by tattoos that came up Griff’s arms and swept down each side of Griff’s solid pectoral muscles.  Across Griff’s heart was the tattoo of a leaping black panther, its face grimaced , teeth flashing and its claws extended.  Diablo grinned at that but he had a more pressing need than to ask about tattoos. 
    Raising an eyebrow at Griff he said “good enough?” the rasp in his deep liquid silver voice the only indication of the lust he was still feeling.
    “Definitely.”  Whoever said wolves couldn’t purr was so wrong.
    Diablo scooted off the bed and removed his boots and jeans, reaching over to the bedside table for a bottle of lube strategically placed there. He got back on the bed, kneeling between Griff’s now open thighs. 
    “You want me to roll over?”
    Diablo looked at Griff again and said, “I want to see you come apart again,” the promise in his voice evident.
    Snagging a pillow from the top of the bed Diablo settled the pillow underneath Griff’s ass, tilting it up so Diablo could see the hidden spot beneath Griff’s balls. Coating his fingers on one hand with lube Diablo stretched his body out over Griff’s, curling the man’s long hair in the other hand, and pulling Griff up for a kiss.  With his lubed fingers he reached down and stroked down Griff’s cock until it started to harden again before running his fingers down further past Griff’s balls to the hole below. At the first point of contact Griff gasped and writhed his hips up seeking more.
    Diablo gently teased at Griff’s opening, tapping and stroking until he breach the hole with just the tip of one finger. As Griff moaned and pushed down on the finger he added a second scissoring gently as he felt Griff resist.  When Griff