Criminal Pleasures (13 page)

“But you’ve been with women.”

Brendan nodded. “Does that matter?”

“No. I just want you to be sure of what you want,” he whispered. “Because I’m dying to get your clothes off.”

Brendan’s stomach fluttered. “I haven’t gone that far with a man before. I’m...I guess I’m not sure what to do. But I want you, however I can have you. You make me fucking crazy.”

Fingers slid down Brendan’s stomach, then Marc’s hand was between his legs, rubbing his cock. Heat flooded to Brendan’s groin and he gasped.

“Well then,” Marc said. “How about we go upstairs and figure out what you like?”

Chapter Thirteen

Marc led Brendan by the hand into his bedroom and they immediately started kissing, their breath heavy, hands franticly roaming each other’s bodies as they stumbled toward the bed.

Marc paused and pulled the blankets back, then pushed Brendan down onto the mattress, climbing on top of him. They kissed, opened mouthed, and Brendan couldn’t control the moans and soft whimpers that escaped him. The feel of Marc’s body, the taste of his mouth, it was so much more intense than it had been the first time. He ran his fingers through Marc’s hair. It was short now, but familiar in its silkiness.

Marc lifted Brendan’s shirt off and threw it aside, then did the same with his own. Brendan’s hands glided over Marc’s chest, down his stomach. “Why are you so fucking hot?” he whispered. “I don’t even know you and I can’t stop touching you.”

Marc shuffled down and hooked the edges of Brendan’s pants with his fingers. He stared down at him for a moment, his eyes wild in the dimness of the room. Then he tugged Brendan’s pants down over his hips with a jerk. 

Brendan’s erection bounced up, and Marc stared at it, then lowered his head down, taking him into his mouth, sucking him deep. Brendan’s back bowed as his hips lifted, Marc’s hot tongue swirling around him, making him see stars behind his closed eyelids. He gripped Marc’s shoulders, his breath coming in short gasps as Marc drew him out, then sucked him back in, taking him deep into his throat.

“Son of a bitch,” Brendan hissed. “That feels so good.”

“Mmm.” Marc’s mouth slid back up, tongue circling the head of Brendan’s cock. Abruptly he raised himself up and tugged Brendan’s pants all the way off. Then falling onto the bed, he rolled over onto his back and slid his own pants off.

I’m naked in bed with him
. Naked with a stranger who was not a stranger. Brendan knew he should feel wariness over this, but if anything it was more arousing, almost dangerously so. He felt such abandon, like Marc’s touch had literally sucked the will out of him.

Brendan’s pulse sped as Marc crawled across the bed toward him, muscles shifting in his arms and chest. “You do know me,” he said.

Brendan shook his head. “I don’t.”

Marc kissed him, deep and long, sucking his lower lip as he pulled back. “You do. Turn over,” he said.

Trembling, Brendan’s fingers trailed a line down Marc’s back. “Why?”

“Because I want to play with you. See what you like.”

Brendan shivered, struggling to fight against his helplessness, the complete and alarming control Marc had over him. “Maybe I want to play with you instead,” he said to Marc. “See what
you
like.”

“You’ll get your turn,” Marc said, then sliding an arm beneath him, flipped Brendan over onto his belly.

“Shit!” Brendan laughed as his face hit the pillow. “You’re freakishly strong, I forgot about that.”

Marc laughed. “Job requirement. Gotta stay fit.” His leg swung over and he straddled Brendan’s ass. “Now just relax.”

With one hand resting on Brendan’s back, he reached over and pulled a tube of lubricant out of a drawer in the lamp table, then shifted, resting on the back of Brendan’s thighs.

Brendan hissed when moments later, Marc’s slippery fingers slid down the crack of his ass.

“Easy,” Marc whispered.

Brendan tightened, his ass cheeks clenching. “What are you gonna do?”

Marc leaned over, his chest pressing onto Brendan’s back, breath next to his ear. “Don’t worry. I won’t penetrate you. I just want you to get used to the feel of me there. All right?” His fingers dragged another pass down between Brendan’s buttocks.

Brendan nodded, shivering. His natural instinct was to push Marc off him, to brush his hand away. He wasn’t used to anyone touching him
there
. But something about the weight of Marc’s body on him like that, the vulnerability of this position, unfurled something deep inside him, igniting tendrils of longing and dizzying arousal. “I’ll try to relax.”

“I won’t penetrate you,” Marc repeated. “Just tell me if something doesn’t feel good, okay?”

“Okay.”

Marc’s weight shifted back. His strong hands kneaded Brendan’s buttocks. “You have an amazing ass,” he whispered.

Brendan sighed with pleasure. Marc’s hands caressed his cheeks, sliding lower, thumbs swirling over the indents where his ass met his thighs. Then the thumbs moved upward, parting his cheeks slightly as they glided toward his back, just barely avoiding touching his opening. Brendan flinched, but his stomach quivered, his cock twitching against the sheet beneath him.

“Feel good?”

“Yes,” Brendan whispered.

Pressing his palms onto Brendan’s back, Marc slowly massaged his way downward. When he reached the top of his crack, he turned one hand, and slid the edge of it down between his cheeks. He applied just a bit of pressure as the hand’s edge drifted over Brendan’s hole, sending a zing of sharp pleasure up inside him.

Brendan groaned and gripped the sheets. “Okay,” he said. “That did
not
feel bad.”

He felt Marc shift on the bed, then gave a little cry as his hot tongue made its way down Brendan’s spine. His breath hitched in anticipation of what was coming. He nearly told Marc to stop. But he gripped the sheets, trying to relax his body as Marc’s tongue glided lower, swirling over his ass cheeks. He sucked Brendan’s left cheek, then his tongue licked along it, edging toward his crack.

When that hot tongue made contact with his opening, Brendan nearly jumped out of the bed. Marc’s hand came down and pressed him into the sheets. Then he lowered his head down again, and Brendan could feel his breath there. He licked down from the top of his crevice, slowly, swirling his tongue, until finally it slid over Brendan’s asshole.

Brendan trembled all over, the head of his cock weeping, moistening the sheet.

“Are you all right?” Marc asked, his voice deep and breathy.

“Better than all right,” Brendan said.

“Do you want me to keep going?”

Brendan’s heart hammered in his chest. “Yes.  I mean, if you want to.”

Marc leaned over, pressing down on him again, nipping the edge of his ear with his teeth. “I want to.” Then he drifted down his back again.

Brendan looked over his shoulder. Marc applied more lube to his hand, then ran it over his own cock. Marc’s erection looked huge, swollen with excitement, and Brendan tried to imagine what it would be like. To have Marc slide inside him. He squirmed, his head falling forward into the pillow. “What are you doing?”

Slippery fingers slid along the cleft of Brendan’s ass and he gasped as he felt Marc rest his cock there.

“Marc,” he said. “Don’t we need a condom? Are you going to...”

Marc fell forward, an arm on either side of Brendan’s shoulders, and his hot erection glided up between Brendan’s ass cheeks. “Just get used to the feel of me there,” Marc said, his hot breath on the back of Brendan’s neck. “Just get used to this, I won’t penetrate you, I promise.”

Brendan let out a squeak of pleasure as Marc began to move his cock up and down between his cheeks in a slow, rhythmic pass. “Oh, God,” he said, panting.

The ridges of Marc’s shaft sliding back and forth over Brendan’s entrance sent unfamiliar and deeply intense shocks of pleasure through him. “Don’t stop,” he said. “Don’t...”

“Not a chance,” Marc said, and moved faster, his breath coming heavier. “I’ll do this all night if you want.”

“It feels...I don’t know.” Brendan gasped, then groaned as the pleasure deepened, and he pushed himself back, pressing his ass harder into Marc’s cock.

 
If this is what getting fucked feels like, I want to do it
, he thought.

“God,” he gasped. “That feels...different.”

“Good different?” Marc asked, his lips right next to Brendan’s ear. His arms tightened around Brendan’s, holding him in a firm embrace as he rocked against him, his cock hot and hard as it slid between his parted cheeks.

“Definitely good. Will it hurt if you put it in?” Brendan asked, squirming. He wanted it suddenly, needed to feel something rubbing against all those fiery nerves inside him. If this is what it felt like just stimulating the outside, then holy shit, he wanted to take it further.

Marc’s movements slowed, then stopped. “It will,” he said. “It will hurt at the beginning. Let me bring you over like this first. If you still want to try letting me fuck you, we can do that another time.”

Brendan lifted his ass. “But this feels so fucking good.”

Marc gasped and pressed his length hard against Brendan’s cleft. “I know,” he said, “Fuck, I know. But I don’t want to ruin it for you.” He began moving in rhythm again, fingers gripping Brendan’s as their hands clasped. “Just imagine I’m fucking you and come for me, baby. Just let go and feel it.”

“Oh, fuck,” Brendan said. He was sweating, his heart beating furiously. He moved his cock against the bed in time with Marc’s thrusting hips.  “Oh damn. Marc...”

“You like my cock there?” Marc whispered. “You like what I’m doing to you?”

“Don’t stop,” Brendan said. “Please, Marc, God.”

“Come for me, Brendan. Come with my cock grinding against your ass.”

The words, and Marc’s breathy voice, sent Brendan spiraling over the edge, and he felt a wave of pressure forming, sucking the breath out of him, smashing over him like an ocean wave.

“Oh shit...”

Ecstasy shot up the nerves around Brendan’s asshole and exploded deep inside him. He let out a hoarse cry, his back bowing. Marc released his hands and caught Brendan under his belly, lifting him up. He slid one finger into Brendan’s ass as he reached down and jerked his cock.

Brendan felt like he was going to pass out as he rode the waves of stinging pleasure. His eyes crossed, hot seed shooting out of his dick as Marc pumped him with his fist. His channel clenched and tightened around the finger in his ass and he cried out as he pushed backward, forcing it deeper.

Marc urged the last fluids from his throbbing cock, and then released him, withdrawing his finger as Brendan fell forward, collapsing, face down on the pillow.

“Holy fuck, Brendan.” Marc’s still hard cock found Brendan’s ass again, and he slid against him, gripping his ass cheeks and squeezing them around his length as he pumped. “Can I come on you?”

“Yes,” Brendan whispered. “Do it.”

Marc grunted, cried out, and Brendan felt hot fluid shoot onto his lower back.

Tears pressed behind Brendan’s eyes and he had to fight not to let them escape. He wasn’t sad, it was more a rush of feeling, like part of the orgasm he’d just had, every portion of him needing to release itself. He bit his lip, and the tears retreated as he took a deep breath and Marc fell on top of him.

He couldn’t speak. He went still, his face squished against the pillow as he waited for his heart rate to slow.

The weight of Marc’s body on top of him felt wonderful, like a warm blanket. The smell of him, the sound of his rasping breath as he came down from the climax, there was nothing about this moment Brendan didn’t love. And his body hummed in post orgasmic bliss. “I didn’t know it could get that good,” he said, his words muffled against the pillow.

Marc’s fingers threaded through Brendan’s sweaty hair. “Neither did I.”

Brendan slid out from under him, and Marc turned onto his side so they faced each other. “But you’ve done this sort of thing before,” Brendan said.

Marc’s hand ran down Brendan’s side, over his hip, making little circles on his flesh with his fingers. “Not with you.”

Brendan stayed quiet. He didn’t trust himself not to say something stupid.

“What are you thinking?” Marc asked. His eyes were like gems in the darkness, searching Brendan’s face.

“A lot of things,” Brendan said. “What are you thinking?”

Marc wrapped his arm around Brendan’s back and pulled him nearer. “A lot of things.”

They kissed languidly until exhaustion took them both down. Brendan knew they should probably clean themselves up before falling asleep, but it didn’t seem important, and he felt no pressing desire to wipe Marc’s essence from his skin.

They slept soundly in a tangle of limbs, content to leave tomorrow’s problems until tomorrow.

Chapter Fourteen

“Brendan.”

Brendan squinted against the sunlight. He sat up in a tangle of sheets, rubbing his eyes, then saw Marc standing at the end of the bed, a cup of coffee in his hand. For a moment he had a flashback to the last time they’d been in these respective positions.

“You have to leave. Someone is coming by in the morning and you can’t be here.”

Something inside Brendan braced for a similar rejection. But Marc came and sat on the edge of the bed, handing Brendan the coffee.

“Thanks,” he said, taking it. He searched Marc’s face, trying to decipher his state of mind.

Marc smiled. “Sleep well?”

Brendan grinned, taking a sip of coffee. “Like the dead.”

“They found your car,” Marc said, raising his eyebrows.

Brendan sat up straighter. “Where is it?”

“At the station. You got lucky. It’s not stripped. Looks like someone just took it for a joy ride. I called someone to go down and replace your driver’s side window. And to have the interior cleaned.”

“Thanks, you didn’t have to do that.” 

“Well...” Marc winced. “You’d have wanted to get the cleaning done anyway. There was some men’s underwear left on the seat. And some torn lingerie on the floor.”