Hunger (Chicken Ranch Gentlemen's Club Book 1)

by Amanda Young

  "Are you sure?" Killian feathered his lips over Declan's collarbone. "I can think of several things you might prefer for me to do—a couple of very specific places where I could use my mouth." He lifted his head and looked down at Declan while his hand migrated south and cupped Declan's balls. "But if you'd rather just hold my dick…"

  "No! No, that's okay." Declan skimmed his fingers over Killian's lips. "You go right ahead and lick whatever you want." Please. He wasn't about to refuse having Killian's mouth on his junk. In fact, he could hardly wait for it.

  "Mmm." Killian's lips whispered down the center of Declan's chest and angled over the curve of his right pec. Warm, humid breath wafted over his nipple. "I've been thinking about this. Planning all the ways I wanted to love on you. Starting right here…" He flicked his tongue back and forth over Declan's nipple, caught it with his lips, and sucked on the tender bud.

  "Oh yeah." Declan arched his back, pushing his chest up for more contact. "Good…ah…good start."

  "Mm hmm." Killian switched to the other and tormented it with his lips, teeth, and tongue until it stood as hard and inflamed as the first. Then he diverted his attention to the shallow valley between Declan's pec and below, licking his way from solar plexus to upper groin.

  Declan wiggled, eager to feel Killian's mouth where he needed it most. He gripped Killian's broad shoulders, lightly nudging him to no avail. Killian obviously wasn't going to budge until he was ready. "Fuck, Killian. Suck me already."

  Killian nuzzled the smooth, tender plane of bare skin beside Declan's right hip. "In a minute."

  "Quit. That's ticklish." Declan bucked, driving the tip of his cock into the side of Killian's jaw. He moaned and did it again, relishing the way Killian's coarse stubble abraded the sensitive knot of nerves beneath the head.

  Killian grasped Declan's shaft and held it upright. He leaned forward and ran his tongue around the circumference of the head. "Is this what you want?"

  "Yes. Oh, yes. God, suck me." He was going to lose his mind if his dick didn't get some attention soon.

  With no further fanfare, Killian sucked him in and swallowed half his shaft in one long, wet pull. Nimble fingers cupped his balls and rolled them, the very tips rubbing the soft, sensitive skin beneath. He bobbed up and down, licking and slurping, taking Declan into what had to be the sweetest place his dick had ever known over and over again.

  Before Declan was ready, Killian popped his mouth off Declan's prick and looked up at him over the rise of his chest. "Lift up for me."

  Was he going to…?

  Declan lifted his legs, caught them each right behind the knee, and pulled them back to his chest. Anticipation built, making even the light caress of Killian's breath a cruel taunt. He knew what was coming, and he wanted it. God, did he want it.

  The first touch of Killian's tongue made him moan. The second made him quiver and whine. Killian licked from top to bottom, lightly gliding back and forth over his hole. The slick, wet abrasion felt divine. "Oh, yes…don't stop."

  Declan wanted a turn to play with Killian too, but what the other man was doing felt so good. Killian's mouth was hot, his tongue the perfect mixture of soft and wet. Declan didn't want to move. Maybe I can just be selfish for another minute.

  Just a little longer…

  Killian took the choice out of his hands. He lifted away the sweet, wet pressure of his mouth from Declan's ass and slid up his body. "You taste so good."

  Any reply Declan might have had was thwarted by Killian's lips swooping down to cover his own. Killian slanted his mouth over Declan's and thrust within, darting his tongue back and forth in a rhythm older than the tide. Declan dropped his legs and clung to Killian's shoulders instead. His dick leaked silent tears where it curved over his abdomen, so in need of attention, it hurt. Every inch of his skin felt taut, as if the desire within him had swelled beyond controllable limits and was trying to break free to find its own fulfillment.

  Declan drew his lips away from Killian's and stared up at him, dragging air into his lungs in great ragged gulps. "I want you. Now."

  "Mm…" Killian ran his lips over Declan's chin and down his throat. "Want you too. So bad. But you still need to be stretched."

  "No. I don't." Killian's mouth had more than done the job. He was wet, open, and ready for business. Uh, well, not business…

  Killian quit kissing Declan's throat and lifted his head. "You don't want me to finger you? I was looking forward to touching you, inside and out, to feeling you open up for me one finger at a time after I ate your ass and got you all wet."

  How am I supposed to say no to that? "Well, when you put it that way…"

  Killian rolled off Declan and stretched out by his side. He reached across Declan's chest and snatched the lube off the pillow. Following a flick of the cap, he poured a healthy dollop of lube onto the fingers of his right hand. "Sorry if this is cold."

  "It's okay." The last word ended on a high note as cold lube was spread over the backside of his balls and down between his cheeks. "Shit. You weren't kidding."

  "Don't worry. It'll warm up quick." Killian leaned down and slanted his lips over Declan's. Declan parted his lips and kissed Killian back as the blunt tip of one finger breached his ass and slid inside.

  One finger quickly became two, stroking him to a fever pitch of need. In his line of work, no one took the time to prepare him; he either did it himself or suffered the consequences. That Killian cared enough to make sure he was ready brought a wealth of emotion surging up inside him. Thankfully, Killian chose that moment to twist his wrist and prod Declan's sweet spot. The mushy emotions were pushed into the background as he moaned, his body clamoring for more.

  Finally, he'd had enough. He couldn't wait any longer. The need to feel Killian deep inside him was killing him by slow degrees. He'd lost count of the number of times he'd taken someone's dick and imagined it was Killian fucking his mouth, Killian's fat cock plunging into his ass. Now he wanted the real thing. He yearned for it like people in hell yearned for ice water. The constant ache wasn't going to go away until he had what he wanted. Even then, he feared it wouldn't abate; that his desire for Killian would grow stronger until he could do nothing but lie on his back and beg for satisfaction.

  "God…Killian…enough." Declan rolled his hips, dislodging Killian's fingers. "Fuck me."

  "Hold that thought." Killian grabbed one of the condoms and tore into it, ripping the foil in half in his haste to get it open. He discarded the wrapper, throwing it to the floor, and then rolled the thin, lubricated latex over his shaft.

  Declan flipped around on the bed and rested his head on one of the three pillows topping the bed. He spread his legs and motioned to Killian. "Get over here."

  "I'm coming."

  "Not yet, but you will be soon." Declan cupped his balls and transferred some of the lube coating them to his cock. He stroked his shaft lightly, too horny to risk much more if he wanted to hold his load until Killian was inside him.

  Killian stopped and stared, watching Declan beat off. With a groan, he crawled up between Declan's legs and leaned over him, kissing him lightly.

  Impatient, Declan reached between them and lined up Killian's prick with his hole. He sucked Killian's lower lip into his mouth and then released it with a pop. "If you don't fuck me soon…"

  "So pushy." Grinning, Killian sat back on his calves. He pulled Declan's legs over his elbows and leaned forward. "You want it? Take it."

  Declan shivered. Killian wasn't going to have to ask him twice. Once again, he guided Killian's dick to his entrance and lined it up. Not matter how he squirmed and wiggled, he couldn't get it inside. There was just no way when Killian was holding his legs. He groaned in frustration. "Goddamn it. Fuck me, or I'll do it myself."

  "I'd like to see that." Killian thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one long, continuous plunge.

  The smart-ass comment Declan was about to make came out as a long, guttural whine. He closed his eyes and panted through t
he initial sting, knowing it would fade soon. Killian wasn't small by any means, but Declan wasn't exactly the naive virgin he used to be. He'd pay Killian back for taunting him… Just as soon as I regain the ability to think about anything other than how fucking good he feels in my ass.

  "Christ, Declan. You feel so good. Better than I remembered." Killian slowly dragged his hips backward, leaving behind a dull ache that Declan itched for him to scratch. He retreated until the wide flange around his crown caught on the rim and stretched him so good, Declan wanted to cry from the pleasure of it. Instead, he called out Killian's name and begged for more.

  Killian slowly shuffled forward, filling Declan's channel with every inch he had to give, before repeating the process again and again. The languorous rhythm was enough to drive Declan mad with need. "More…Killian… Please, give it to me."

  "Patience, baby." Killian's thrusts slowly picked up momentum. However, the length of his strokes never altered. Killian continued to pull all the way out and push all the way back in.

  With every slow drag out and thrust back in, Declan's desire soared higher. Killian fucked him with long, hard lunges that nudged his prostate with every pass. In and out, on and on, Killian kept pumping until Declan was sure he was either going to die or come so hard he blacked out.

  Killian dropped Declan's calves and bent forward. Bracing his weight on his elbows, Killian captured Declan's lips. Declan wrapped his legs around Killian's hips and kissed his lover back. Finally able to move, he pumped his hips in time with Killian's thrusts.

  Sensations rained down on Declan, tearing him asunder. Lust was there, familiar but different. He felt the distinction in their kiss, in the way Killian held him close. This wasn't just about sex. The actions were similar, but the level of intimacy was as diverse as night from day. A connection thrummed between them: shared breath colored with sound of their pleasure, joined flesh straining toward the same objective.

  Declan arched his back, his head slamming into the pillow. He came so hard, his vision blurred around the edges. Through it all, his eyes remained wide open, staring directly up at his lover. Killian.

  Killian kept thrusting, his steady gaze focused on Declan as if he were the only thing in the world that mattered. A grunt flew from his mouth each and every time he bottomed out, joining the breathless pants and whimpers Declan couldn't seem to quit making.

  More than anything, Declan wanted to see those deep brown eyes glazed from pleasure. He threaded his fingers through Killian's hair and pulled his head down for a kiss. As their lips brushed together, he tightened down with his pelvic muscles and squeezed Killian's cock with every ounce of strength he had left.

  "Oh God. Declan…" Killian moaned and pushed deep, shivering against Declan as he came. Even through the thin barrier of latex, Declan could feel the short, sharp pulses of Killian's release.

  Killian collapsed, his weight bearing down on Declan. With their bodies pressed flush, the echo of Killian's heartbeat was as loud as a drum. Although Declan could barely draw in enough air to fill his lungs, nothing had ever felt more right.

  Chapter Seven

  On his way back from the bathroom, Declan stopped in the doorway and stared at his lover. Killian lay on his back, his long legs stretched out and spread wide, his semihard shaft lying over to one side and his large balls hanging loose and heavy. His arms were folded behind his head, the muscles bulging.

  Declan licked his lips. Killian was a damn fine-looking man. He could hardly believe Killian wanted to be with someone like him.

  He approached the bed, wondering if Killian would mind. He'd never stayed the night with a lover before, and the idea appealed to him. He could go back to his apartment if he had to, but he'd much rather sleep with Killian.

  Killian jerked upright, his gaze wild and startled. "Shit. You startled me. I'm not used to having people in the house."

  "Oh, well, I should get going then. If you could just—"

  "Sure." Killian cut him off. He stood, went to his pants, and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. "How much do I owe you for tonight?"

  Declan stared at Killian, his gut cramping. "What?"

  Killian shrugged. "I thought—"

  Declan held up his hand. "Save it. I know what you thought."

  He bent and picked his clothes up off the floor. Although his shirt, pants, and shoes were right within sight, he couldn't figure out where the hell his socks had gone. Fuck 'em. He'd buy new ones. He needed to get out of there. Right the fuck now. Before he did something stupid, like cry or kill Killian. It was a toss-up.

  Killian circled the foot of the bed. "You don't have to leave, Declan. I didn't mean to insult you."

  Of course he hadn't. He just thought he was offering payment for services rendered. It was Declan's foolish pride that was bleeding. He'd actually believed they had some kind of mythical connection.

  Well, the joke's on me. I'm a fucking idiot.

  "I think it's best if I leave." Declan stomped into his shoes, not even taking the time to tie them properly. "Don't worry about paying me for the fuck. Just consider it on the house."

  Killian was still sputtering as Declan left the room. Although he knew it was petty, he slammed the door on his way out of the house. The dull ache building inside him screamed for some kind of punishment to be meted out. He only wished he could make Killian feel half as cheap and tawdry as he himself did at that very moment.

  The bad thing was, he wasn't even sure he had a right to be mad. After all, he was a whore.

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  Killian was forced to wait three days to apologize to Declan. It damn near killed him, but his lover wasn't answering his phone, and Killian still had no idea where Declan actually lived. He'd cursed himself more than once over the last seventy-two hours for letting the matter go whenever Declan not-so-subtly steered the conversation away from his place of residence.

  Not wanting to rock the boat had left him between a rock and a hard place. Like so many other times he'd stuck his foot in his mouth, offering to pay Declan had seemed like the right thing to do at the time. He'd figured Declan would either laugh it off or take the money. It wasn't as if Killian didn't have the money to spare, while little tidbits Declan dropped into conversation here and there made it sound as if he could use the extra cash. What he hadn't expected was for the offer to piss Declan off and ruin what had been the perfect evening.

  Lacking a better idea of how to contact Declan, Killian resolved to stop over at Chicken Ranch on his way home. Although he wasn't thrilled with the thought of visiting Declan at work, he didn't have many options. He even left work early—just short of four o'clock—in the hopes he could steal a minute of Declan's time.

  It wasn't the greatest plan he'd ever come up with, but it was the best he could do with the hand he was dealt. Declan would either appreciate that he'd gone out of his way to apologize or just get more pissed off at his audacity. Either way, he didn't have anything to lose. As things stood, it appeared as if his lack of deportment had already cost him Declan.

  Killian signaled, then turned onto the long, bumpy driveway leading up to the brothel. The Hummer breezed over the rutted dirt and gravel lane like he was driving on fluffy white clouds. Luck appeared to be with him as he noticed the nearly empty lot. Only two vehicles, a late-model sedan and a black F-150 with a monstrous lift kit, sat in the visitor parking area.

  He pulled in beside the truck and hopped out of the vehicle. He hit the locking mechanism on his key fob and started toward the house, butterflies gnawing at his gut. The shame he'd glimpsed beneath Declan's anger on the night he left flashed through Killian's mind, reminding him why he was here, making himself vulnerable to a man who most likely didn't want anything to do with him.

  Fighting down the urge to pace, Killian rang the doorbell and stood while he waited.

  A tinny voice spoke, "State your business."

  Killian glanced at the camera. "I'm here to see one of your men." That seemed suitably vague en
ough. He knew better than to demand to see the man he'd been dating up until three nights prior.

  A loud bell rang inside as the door swung open.

  The same man who'd greeted him the previous time he'd visited the brothel answered the door. "Welcome to Chicken Ranch. If you'd follow me, please…"

  The other man didn't wait for a reply before he turned and disappeared inside. Killian stepped inside and called after him, "I'd like to see Declan, if he, um, isn't busy."

  He needn't have wasted his breath. The same lineup that had greeted him before, plus a few faces he didn't recall, was once again in place. Declan stood in the center of the men, his gaze lowered to the floor.

  The man who had answered the door stopped a few feet away from the men. "I'm sorry. I know you've visited us before, but your name escapes me."

  A few steps brought Killian to the center of the room. "It's Killian."

  Declan's head jerked up. His eyes widened and then went hard, all the light draining from behind the limpid pools of blue Killian found so beguiling.

  Although it took considerable effort, Killian dragged his attention away from his lover and turned to the man beside him. In a voice barely loud enough to be heard, he said, "There's been a misunderstanding. I'm not here to make use of your services. I need to speak with Declan."

  The gentleman's dark brown eyes narrowed. "If you aren't here on business, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave. The men in our employ don't have time to socialize. If you'd like someone to talk to, perhaps you'd be better off consulting a chat line."

  The condescending tone of the man's voice grated on Killian's nerves. How dare this little pissant talk down to him like he was some kind of freak? "Listen, asshole, I'm not going anywhere until I speak to Declan."

  "What's going on here, Colt?"

  The barking male voice forced Killian to quit glaring at the man by his side. He glanced around and saw a tall, dark-haired man striding toward them.