Fight the Tide by Keira Andrews Page B

hard. “I’m weak.”
    Adam strode forward and grasped the back of Parker’s head, pulling him into a bruising kiss, their lips mashed together. Parker dug his fingers into Adam’s sides, bunching up his T-shirt. They opened their mouths, teeth smashing and stubble scraping.
    When Adam pulled back to gasp, he tightened his fingers against Parker’s skull. “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known. And you’re mine . I want you all the time. Don’t ever think I don’t.”
    “So fuck me.”
    Growling, Adam yanked off Parker’s clothes and pulled out the retractable table, bending him over it. The red marks on Parker’s ass had faded away, and now Adam ran his hands roughly over that pale skin, up to his tanned shoulders and down to this thighs, leaving his own marks and sucking on the side of Parker’s neck.
    He could smell Parker’s growing arousal, and it made his own cock swell, pressing against the fly of his jeans. Still dressed, he rutted against Parker’s ass, making him shudder.
    “Stop teasing,” Parker gritted out. “Fuck me!”
    “Shh. Sound carries over the water.”
    “I don’t goddamn c—”
    Adam shoved two fingers into Parker’s mouth, and Parker sucked them greedily, his tongue working. Adam groaned. “ Fuck , your mouth,” he muttered. Of course Parker sucked harder, and Adam’s cock throbbed.
    Around Adam’s fingers, Parker mumbled, “Fuck my mouth, my ass. Fuck all of me.”
    Adam withdrew his fingers with a wet pop and spread Parker’s cheeks to tease his hole, sticking his index finger just inside. Humping the table, Parker huffed, and Adam had to laugh. Parker glared over his shoulder, but apparently couldn’t stop a smile.
    “Are you going to fuck me, or do I have to fuck myself?” He licked his lips. “I can make a dildo out of something in the kitchen. Fuck myself hard with it if you won’t. Or are you going to give me what I want?”
    The thought of watching Parker use a makeshift dildo certainly had its appeal, but as Adam pushed a finger into his tight heat, his dick ached to be there. “I’m going to give you exactly what you want,” he whispered, leaning over close to Parker’s ear while he pushed in another spit-slick finger past the ring of muscle. “Because you can take it, can’t you?”
    Jerking out a nod, Parker squeezed around Adam’s fingers. “Give it to me.”
    It was dark now aside from the radar light, but Adam could see clearly. He stripped off his clothes and jacked himself, pulling his foreskin back from the glistening head. Spreading Parker’s ass, he spit onto his hole. “You want it like this? Want it rough?”
    “Yes,” Parker moaned. “Fuck me ’til your cum drips out and I smell like you all over and—”
    Adam couldn’t wait another moment before slamming his cock into Parker’s hole. They both groaned, and Parker tensed, gripping the side of the table, his muscles bunched and his cheek pressed to the smooth wood.
    “Fuck,” he muttered. “Love how your big dick feels splitting me open.” His breath hitched as Adam pulled back and thrust deeper.
    Leaning low, Adam growled, sending a shiver through Parker. He was tempted to let himself transform a little, edge right up to that line. But too many emotions were pressing against his chest—lust, guilt, affection, anger. He didn’t trust himself to stay in control, and with his strength he could hurt Parker far worse than he was asking for, no matter how rough they both wanted it.
    So he stayed human and fucked Parker, clutching his hips, their flesh slapping together loudly. The table creaked and tilted, and Adam lifted Parker off it and dropped them to the floor. On his hands and knees now, Parker pushed back, his head hanging low as he panted.
    Sweat glistened on his back, and Adam licked up the dip of his spine, loving the salty tang. Gentle swells rocked the boat, the cabin floor hard beneath their knees. Adam slowed his strokes, experimenting to get the right