Page 56 of Black and Brown

Mirage sucked his tongue like he wanted to get drunk from the brandy Grace had been drinking.

He groaned, loud and embarrassing, before he could stop it, and Mirage kicked their kissing into another gear as he shoved Grace until his back was pressed against the window.

Mirage wove his hands beneath Grace’s button-up shirt. He could feel Mirage’s pounding pulse through his palms.

Heat sizzled in his veins when Mirage found his already stiff nipples and circled them with the rough pads of his thumbs in a way that made Grace sway.

Mirage bowed his head and licked Grace’s Adam’s apple, then sucked on his throat, his moans of pleasure vibrating against Grace’s skin.

Oh God, oh God.

He was a second away from releasing an orgasm he was certain would take him to his knees.

“Yes, Grace.” Mirage rocked his hardness against his upper thigh. “I need…”

This was all too much.

Grace’s body went passive, boneless.

He dropped his arms to his sides, and his head fell back as Mirage took over.

Grace was no competition for Mirage’s skill, and his placid body language whispered that he didn’t want to be.

Mirage pinched his nipples hard enough to send a kilowatt of electricity streaking to his balls.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ come,” Grace growled inside Mirage’s mouth.

Mirage took him by the hand and dragged him down the hall to his bedroom.

Neither bothered with turning on a lamp. The darkness was fine with their enhanced vision.

Grace sprawled on his bed while Mirage knelt between his spread thighs.

He stared into his partner’s hooded eyes as Mirage pulled his sweatshirt over his head, then his T-shirt. His pants and boxer briefs were last.

Mirage was naked, warm, honey-pale skin over a body so fucking toned it was impossible for Grace to look away.

Once he saw how hard Mirage was, his cock red and pulsing, he wasn’t shy when Mirage undressed him and found him in the same state.

Mirage laid over him, connecting them from head to toe, chest to chest, their naked flesh searing and slightly damp.

Grace thrust upward at the same time Mirage bore down. For someone so strong, Mirage’s touches were slow and sensual.

Grace’s orgasm was right there.

Yes, yes.

“It’s not just your mind that speaks to me, Grace,” Mirage whispered, grinding their cocks together. “Your body talks to me in a language only I understand.”

Grace was desperate and breathless until Mirage became his oxygen.

Every cell was ignited, his toes curled, and his balls tightened to the size of walnuts.

Grace didn’t only want Mirage. Want was a useless feeling. What he felt was carnal need.

“Mirage,” Grace moaned between clenched teeth.

Mirage was trembling, and his skin was flushed a faint red, his light eyes still studying him, always reading.