Criminal Pleasures (18 page)

Brendan made a small sound as the finger penetrated him, and Marc froze. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Brendan said, but he was beginning to over-focus on what was coming, his arousal sobering slightly, making him clench up.

Marc seemed to sense it, and his body moved down on the bed. He removed his finger from Brendan’s ass and took his cock into his mouth, sucking him deep.

Brendan’s back arched and he groaned as Marc’s tongue swirled around his shaft, his mouth bobbing up and down. Marc’s hand joined his mouth, a delicious combination of tight fist and soft, hot tongue, and Brendan’s desire returned in a rush. His channel throbbed in time with his cock as Marc’s mouth and hand worked him with a slow, hard rhythm. “Put your finger in again,” he whispered.

 Marc slid Brendan out of his mouth, his breath heavy as he slid a slippery finger up inside him. He licked a slow line up the middle of Brendan’s dick while his finger pressed farther in, then glided out again. He repeated the movement, stretching Brendan’s opening, the lube making him soft and slick. Brendan clenched around his finger, tingles of pleasure coming alight inside him as Marc’s movements grew slightly faster.

Marc’s eyes looked up Brendan’s body, finding his face.

Brendan met his eyes, his teeth clenched.

“Good?”

Brendan hissed out a breath as Marc’s finger pressed against him on the inside, a shard of pleasure bursting through him like a current. “Better than good,” he said.

“Doesn’t hurt?”

Brendan shook his head.

Marc got up onto his knees, his cock stiff and swollen, pointing toward his navel. Brendan took in three quick breaths as Marc slid a second finger into him. There was a flash of pain, but when that slow rhythm started again, Brendan’s world flushed red, something primal and hot awakening inside. “Fuck,” Brendan said, panting as the fingers slid deeper, dragging along a pocket of nerves. “Why does it feel so good?” he whispered, his eyes closing as a sweat broke out on his brow.

“That’s your prostate,” Marc said. “Christ, you look so fucking hot, Brendan. So turned on.”

“I am,” he said. “God, I—” He groaned as Marc hit that spot again. “Oh, God.”

“Do you want to try it with my cock?” Marc asked, his palm brushing lightly over Brendan’s balls as his fingers continued to glide in and out of his ass. “I’ll go easy, I promise.”

Brendan took a breath and tried to relax. Marc slid his fingers out, and Brendan sat up, reaching for him. “Kiss me,” he said, wrapping an arm around Marc’s neck, pulling him in.

Marc responded feverishly, gripping Brendan’s shoulders. Brendan made the kiss deep and hard, sucking Marc’s tongue, teeth grazing his lips. When they disengaged, Marc’s breath was heavy, his eyes hazed. “I want it,” Brendan said. “I want you to fuck me.”

Marc pulled him in and kissed him again, moaning against his mouth. Guiding him down onto his back, Marc grinded his body against Brendan, pinning him to the bed. He broke the kiss, breathing against Brendan’s lips. “Are you ready?”

Brendan’s cock throbbed, his body aching with need. “Yes.”

Marc slowly pushed himself back onto his knees, reaching for the condom. Brendan’s face heated as he watched him tear the packet, then roll the condom onto his thick erection. He looked into Brendan’s eyes as he took the lube and coated his sheathed cock with it, stroking himself until it glistened.

Setting the lube back on the table, Marc placed his palms on Brendan’s chest, gliding them down over his abdomen until they found his cock and surrounded it, squeezing. “I love your body,” he said. “You’re fucking perfect, Brendan.” Marc’s hands were sticky with lube, and he massaged Brendan from base to head until he thought he’d explode.

“Slow down. You’re gonna bring me over,” Brendan said.

“Not yet.” Marc released his cock and leaned over, planting a palm on either side of Brendan’s shoulders. He eased down on top of him, chest to chest, then reached down and grasped his thighs, lifting his ass as he spread his legs.

Marc gripped his own cock, sliding the head against Brendan’s entrance, gliding it back and forth. Brendan’s erection was trapped between their bellies, the press of flesh hardening him, making him lightheaded.

He hissed when Marc’s dome breached his entrance. Marc went still, but left it there, barely inside him, stretching him. The pain was stinging, the feeling of fullness unfamiliar. Marc’s cock, even just the head, was a lot thicker than his fingers. “Look at me,” Marc whispered.

Their faces were nearly touching, Marc’s eyes huge and amber in the dim light.

“I won’t go in any further yet,” he said. “I’m just gonna move a little, all right?”

Brendan ordered himself to relax, but even with Marc’s warm body pressed flush against him, hot breath on his lips, he could feel himself clenching, every instinct urging him to reject the intrusion.

Then Marc moved, just a quick, slow in and out, and the pressure hit that spot inside Brendan’s canal, sending a tendril of pleasure up into him. His fingers gripped Marc’s shoulders and he groaned. “Do that again,” he said.

Marc smiled. He drew out, then pushed the head back in an inch. “Brendan,” he whispered.

The soft sound of his name on Marc’s lips heated things low in Brendan’s belly, and suddenly the stinging sensation wasn’t so bad, arousal building in that hidden place that connected everything, his cock, his balls, the nerves deep within. He tilted his hips, taking Marc a little deeper.

 “Holy fuck,” Marc said, his forehead falling onto Brendan’s shoulder.

Brendan squeezed the muscle around Marc’s dome, enjoying the effect his body was having on the other man, the tiny breath he sucked in, the way he’d begun to sweat. “How do I feel?”

“Like heaven,” Marc said. “Are you all right?”

“Do it a little harder,” Brendan whispered.

Marc groaned at his words, and his cock pulled back, then pushed into him again, sliding just a little deeper. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it was a strange feeling. It wasn’t unpleasant, so Brendan remained silent.

Marc shifted, lifting one of Brendan’s legs up and slinging it over his shoulder. Still using only the head of his cock, he began thrusting it in and out in small, quick jerks, making Brendan cry out.

Marc slowed but didn’t stop. “Is this all right?” he said, his voice strained with need. “Do you like it?”

Bolts of pleasure lit up inside Brendan, his cock weeping with pre-cum. With his leg over Marc’s shoulder it had changed the angle, Marc’s cock hitting that magic spot, sending delicious shockwaves all the way up into his gut. Marc’s urgent movement aroused him further, the thrust of his hips, the quick, repeated penetration.
He’s fucking me. Marc is fucking me.
“I love this,” Brendan said. “God, Marc, please fuck me like you mean it.”

Marc gasped and tugged Brendan’s other leg up, slinging it over his shoulder. Fingers digging into Brendan’s thighs, he slowed his rhythm for a moment, then pushed himself deeper. Brendan winced at the initial sting, then the anesthetic shield of arousal overpowered the pain. He bucked his hips, urging Marc to move again.

Falling on top of Brendan, Marc grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed, his breath coming hard and heavy. “I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone this bad,” he said. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m okay,” Brendan said. “I like the movement. Just don’t go in too far.”

Marc nodded, and started with the short, quick thrusts again.

Brendan clenched around Marc’s cock, but it wasn’t to reject the intrusion anymore. It was to feel him, every ridge, every pump as he stabbed into him. The sensation of that strong, powerful body moving between his legs, the tight grip of Marc’s fingers on his wrists, and the pulsing pressure on his prostate escalated Brendan’s excitement. “I’ve never been this turned on,” he said between breaths. “I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer.”

Marc’s hands released Brendan’s wrists, then moved to his face. He held Brendan’s face, looking into his eyes, then quickened his thrusts to double time. “I want you to come,” Marc said. “I want you to come while I’m fucking you.”

Brendan couldn’t speak. The increased rhythm set his nerves on fire and a bolt of ecstasy shot up his channel. He felt himself softening, stretching around Marc’s cock, his muscle relaxing and accepting, and then he wanted more.

“Show me,” he whispered to Marc. “Show me how much you want me.”

“I’ll show you, baby,” Marc said, and drew his cock out almost to the tip, then thrust it back in.

Brendan groaned. “Yes, do it, fuck me.”

His breath came in hard pants as Marc pumped into him fast. The pain was there, but it hovered beneath the escalating pleasure that built inside him, those unfamiliar nerves singing now, a pressure forming.

Marc’s body lifted and slapped down onto Brendan’s as the pleasure surged, and a rush of pure abandon blew through him, his climax starting somewhere deep inside where he’d never felt it before.

It was too much, too powerful, and Brendan let out a guttural cry, barely recognizing his own voice as his hips lifted and twisted off the bed. Marc kept pumping inside him and Brendan was powerless to do anything but ride the wave as semen blasted from his cock. As his balls contracted with the orgasm, a second wave of white hot pleasure exploded up inside him, and he clenched around Marc’s thrusting cock, gasping.

“Ha...” Marc’s body jerked, and he fell back onto his knees, lifting Brendan’s legs and pumping into him as he sobbed out a deep cry, his head thrown back.

Brendan felt the heat of Marc’s fluid flood the condom as his own orgasm ebbed, slowly releasing him from its powerful clutches. His body uncoiled, muscles relaxing, and his hips eased back down onto the bed.

Marc lowered Brendan’s legs down, then pinched the end of the condom and slowly drew himself out, sending another little zip of feeling over his prostate. Marc got up and tossed the condom into the trash barrel in the corner, then stumbled back to the bed.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, collapsing onto the pillow. His arm fell limply onto Brendan’s chest. “Are you all right?”

Brendan chuckled, his heartbeat slowing as he caught his breath. “Mmm,” was all he could manage.

Marc stroked his chest, laughing. “That good?”

“Mmm.”

Marc snuggled in and kissed Brendan’s neck. “Be right back.”

He went to the bathroom, then came back with a wet towel. He lay down beside Brendan and gently cleaned the sticky residue off his stomach.

“I need to tell you something,” Brendan said.

Marc stiffened, then slowly lifted himself up onto his propped elbow. “What is it?”

Brendan looked at him and smiled. “I think...I might be gay.”

Marc scowled at him, a grin creeping up his lips. He fell back down onto the pillow, snorting a laugh. “Yeah,” he said. “I think you might be.”  

Brendan laughed harder as Marc tugged him close, squeezing. “You’re crushing my ribs,” he said. “You don’t know your own strength.”

Marc’s arm loosened, his face nuzzling into the crook of Brendan’s neck. “Did I hurt you? Are you sore?”

Brendan turned his head so he could find Marc’s lips, and kissed him. “It’s a good sore,” he said. “But I need to go to bathroom because it feels weird.”

Marc sat up. “You should take a hot bath. It helps.”

Brendan struggled out of bed. “I know, but it’s so late, and I have to work tomorrow. I’ll just clean up for now.”

“Take some aspirin,” Marc said.

“Kay.” Brendan smiled as he went into the bathroom. He was still getting used to how caring and nurturing Marc was with him. It was an odd contrast, considering the gun and the criminals and the slamming other cops down on cars.

Brendan peed, then wiped the slick lubricant from his nether regions. He could definitely tell that
something
had happened down there, but he wasn’t in too much pain. He smiled. He’d done it. And it wasn’t bad. In fact it was kind of incredible. He wanted to do it again, soon. He wondered if Marc would let him do the same to him, or if he was strictly a top kind of guy. Their phone sex had indicated he could go either way, so Brendan was hopeful. He wanted to know what it would feel like to plunge himself deep into Marc’s body, to climax inside him.

When he went back into his bedroom, Marc was propped up on the pillows, checking his phone. “So I got us a cottage in Cape Cod for the weekend,” he said. “It looks nice. Right on the water. And it has a fireplace.”

Brendan climbed onto the bed, pulling the blanket up around him. “Sounds awesome. I could do with getting out of here for a couple days.”

Marc stroked his thigh and looked at him. “I think you should pack a bag before you leave for work tomorrow, so I can just pick you up after and we can go from there.”

Brendan scowled slightly. “How will I get to work?”

“I’ll drive you.”

He grinned. “Is that for convenience, or are you being my bodyguard?”

Marc sighed and slid down onto his side. “I am ninety percent sure there’s no real threat to you. But I’m not taking any chances. Just let me drive you to work and pick you up.”

“Okay,” he said. “What will you do while I’m at work?”

“I have some calls to make, and some poking around to do. I also want to talk to your property manager about putting in a better security system, maybe some cameras.”

Brendan stroked his face. “I’m not sure how I feel about you protecting me like this. Makes me feel kind of wimpy.”

“Stop it,” Marc said. “You are anything but wimpy. Besides, it’s not just about you. I have some friends in the police department here, I want to follow up.”

“But you want to drive me to school first, right Dad?”

Marc squeezed Brendan’s chin playfully. “Don’t give me grief. I have to go back to Massachusetts after this weekend and I’ll be worrying about you. I’m here now. Just let me do this, okay? Let me make sure you’re safe.” He hesitated. “This is what I’m good at.”

Brendan studied Marc’s face, noting the serious tightness around his eyes, and he recalled the story he’d told about his childhood trauma. How he dealt with it by trying to keep others safe. His heart warmed, and he snuggled closer. “All right,” he said. “But protection is not the
only
thing you’re good at, I promise you.”