Criminal Pleasures (26 page)

Marc had said that just looking at Brendan hurt. But now that he wasn’t so keenly focused on Marc’s emotional state, Brendan was starting to wonder if he’d done more damage to himself by bringing him here. He was right back in it, his heart and body as hooked as it had been before they split. Even more so.

“Let me get this for you,” Marc said. “You’ve still got food in your hair.” His fingers moved to Brendan’s head, making him sigh as he massaged it, working shampoo into his wet hair.

Brendan kept his eyes closed, not only to enjoy the pleasure of Marc’s fingers kneading his scalp, but because his face was too close, and he didn’t want to look into Marc’s eyes, to let him see his vulnerability.

Marc eased Brendan’s head under the stream, their chests making contact as he rinsed him, fingers still working through his hair. “Why won’t you look at me?” Marc asked.

“Don’t want to get soap in my eyes.”

“Soap’s gone now.”

Brendan opened his eyes and Marc’s face was right there, close enough to see the gold flecks in his brown eyes, a starburst around the pupil. “Brendan,” he whispered, and kissed him, their wet lips gliding together.

Brendan breathed into the kiss, slowly and hesitantly taking Marc in his arms. Marc shivered and pushed Brendan against the wall, his kiss deepening. Brendan moaned into his mouth. He could feel Marc’s heart beating against his chest, his body warm and wet. Marc eased back and stroked Brendan’s face, then ran a finger under his chin, tilting it up. “We’ve got the same scar now.” 

Brendan smiled as Marc traced the healing wound beneath his chin. “I know. I thought the same thing.”

Marc chuckled. “Except you have a better story than I do. I fell off my mountain bike. You got kicked down the stairs by a mobster’s daughter who was trying to kill you.”

Giggles overtook Brendan and he leaned against the wall, squeaking with laughter. “That’s not funny. That is
so
not funny.” 

Marc grinned, pressing his hips against Brendan. “It’s hilarious.”

The laughter leaked out of Brendan, replaced by a current of longing as Marc’s stiff erection brushed against his. That longing in his loins unexpectedly brought a pain in his soul as his gaze locked onto Marc’s. It wasn’t just sex he wanted from this man.

“What is it?” Marc said softly, trailing a finger down Brendan’s temple. “So serious, suddenly, those blue eyes.”

“I want to take you to bed with me,” Brendan said.

Marc pushed against him, making Brendan hiss. “And I want you to take me to bed with you.”

“But I need you to know something first,” Brendan said. “It’s important to me that you know.”

Marc’s finger stopped on Brendan’s cheek. He lowered his arm. “Okay. What is it?”

Brendan took a breath and let it out slowly. “I’m completely in love with you.”

Brendan wasn’t sure what he’d expected Marc’s reaction to be, but the look of utter surprise on his face was not it. Surely Marc had known for some time? Brendan had convinced himself that his past words and actions had revealed his feelings prior to this.

But Marc appeared stunned by the confession, completely taken aback.

Blinking slowly, Marc looked down. The sound of the shower seemed deafening as Brendan waited for a response.

Finally, Marc looked up and met his eyes. He ran his palms over Brendan’s shoulders. “Me too, Brendan. Completely.”

Brendan smiled. “Yeah?”

Marc nodded. “Yeah.”

Brendan reached over and turned off the shower. “Come to my room?”

Marc smiled and grabbed a towel, tossing it at Brendan. “Lead the way.”

****

On the way to his bedroom, Brendan stopped at the linen closet and retrieved the box of condoms and lube he’d bought when he still lived in Providence, just when things had started to heat up with Marc. He’d anticipated having Marc over to the loft a lot more, but things had fallen to pieces after that. Once he moved into his new apartment, he’d simply stashed the items away, expecting them to gather dust for a long time.

Marc grinned when he saw the condoms. “Expecting company?”

Brendan shook the box. “It’s unopened. I was expecting it to stay that way, actually.”

Marc pressed Brendan against the wall in the hallway and kissed him, his hand sliding down to his ass, squeezing the underside of his left cheek. “Does this mean I get to fuck you?”

Brendan breathed against his lips, dizzy with arousal. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is,” Marc whispered. “I want to be buried in you tonight.”

Brendan groaned as Marc grinded against him. “I thought maybe you’d want me on top again,” he said softly. “You said I was good at it.”

“You are,” Marc said, sliding a finger up Brendan’s crack, making him gasp. “But you’ve been on top of me enough for one night. Save my dignity and let me dominate you.”

Brendan laughed. “You didn’t like the way I pinned you?”

“We can experiment with your wrestling moves another time,” Marc said. “Come.” He tugged his arm and they moved to the bedroom.

Brendan had just set the condoms and lube down on the bedside table when Marc grabbed him around the waist and threw him down on the bed. He climbed on top of him, arms astride his shoulders in a pushup position, then slowly lowered himself down. His teeth caught Brendan’s lower lip, and he sucked it in, then he ran his tongue over his chin, down to his neck, nibbling the sensitive flesh under his ear, scraping it with his teeth.

Brendan writhed beneath him, the pleasure almost too much. Marc’s mouth moved lower, maintaining contact with Brendan’s skin all the way down to his chest. He sucked his nipple, swirling his tongue. Brendan’s chest rose and fell as he breathed through the sharp current of sensation.

Making his way down, Marc trailed his hot mouth over Brendan’s ribs, sliding lower to his hipbone, circling it with his tongue. He bit down on the hipbone, simultaneously sucking, the combination of pleasure and pain making Brendan gasp. Just when he thought he couldn’t take anymore, Marc’s mouth edged down to his groin, tongue probing the crevice at the bend of his leg.

Brendan’s hips lifted off the bed, his breath coming in short gasps. Gripping Brendan’s thighs, Marc held him down and caught his balls in his open mouth, tongue lathing the underside. Brendan’s back arched, his ass clenching. His balls slipped from Marc’s mouth as he licked a line up Brendan’s cock, then sucked in the head, swirling his tongue around it. Then he took the whole length of Brendan, sucking him deep. His mouth moved up and down, Brendan’s cock sliding into his throat and back out again with agonizing slowness.

“God,” Brendan gasped, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. 

Marc’s hot mouth and throat continued that consistent rhythm until Brendan saw stars behind his closed eyelids, and he grasped Marc’s hair, pushing him off. “Stop,” he said, his stomach quivering with impending release.

Rising to his knees, Marc smiled down at him, his lips swollen, eyes hazy and heavy lidded. He got hold of Brendan’s hips, then lifted, sliding an arm under his back and flipping him over onto his stomach. Brendan laughed as his body slammed face-down onto the bed. “I’ll never get tired of that,” he said. “The way you toss me around.”

Marc fell down onto him, hips pressing against Brendan’s ass. “I’ll never get tired of sucking your cock.”

“Me, either,” Brendan said. “I just don’t want to come yet.”

“Then let’s play some more.” Marc propped himself up, reaching over and grabbing the lube. Brendan gripped the pillow beneath him, feeling the brush of leg hair and silky skin of Marc’s thighs as he straddled his ass.  Two lubed fingers spread Brendan’s cheeks, drifting up and down his crack. When he felt Marc’s hard cock slide between his cheeks, he flinched.

“Relax,” Marc said. He pressed his chest onto Brendan’s back. “You remember,
this
, don’t you?”

Brendan groaned. Marc’s erection glided between his cheeks, textured skin brushing the nerves at his entrance. “I remember,” he whispered.

Marc’s arms tightened around Brendan, hugging him from behind, and his hips moved against him, cock rubbing his most personal area, making him squirm. He pushed harder, adding more pressure with each pass, and Brendan felt that tingle start in his asshole, shooting deep inside his canal. Marc’s body weight and the grip of strong arms around him ignited the same feeling of surrender he remembered from the first time Marc did this to him, the need to be claimed.

“I want your cock inside me,” Brendan said. He was panting, his brow soaked with sweat.

“Are you sure?” Marc asked, his voice tight as he pumped against him. “It’s been a while since the last time.”

Brendan lifted his ass, pushing back against Marc. “I’m sure,” he said through gritted teeth. “Fuck me.”

He felt Marc’s cock twitch against his opening, then he was up, climbing off Brendan. Marc tore open the condom box and dug one out, ripping the package with his teeth. He rolled the condom onto his swollen shaft, then squeezed the lube directly onto it. He greased the condom, his stomach muscles rippling, chest rising and falling with his heavy breath. He glanced up and saw Brendan watching him. “Do you want this, baby?”

“I want it,” Brendan said, a deep satisfaction filling him at hearing Marc call him
baby
again. It had been a long time.

Marc climbed back on the bed and swung a leg over Brendan, straddling his thighs. “Then you’re gonna get it.”

Brendan winced, not expecting the squirt of cold lube Marc trailed along his crack.

Marc snickered. “Sorry. Was that cold?”

Brendan laughed. “A bit.”

“I’ll warm you up,” he said, and began working the lube in with his fingers, edging toward Brendan’s opening. One finger slipped inside and massaged that magic spot.

Brendan let out a cry and pushed against the finger, his channel relaxing and softening as bolts of pleasure awakened along his nerves.

“God, I love that sound,” Marc said, slipping another finger in, stretching him. “I love that noise you make when you feel it.” He swirled his fingers, knuckle pressing Brendan’s prostate. Brendan’s face fell into the pillow, another groan escaping.

“I missed that sound,” Marc whispered. His other hand ran along Brendan’s sweaty back. “I missed this body.”

“Take it,” Brendan said. “Take my body. It’s yours.”

Marc’s fingers slipped out, then Brendan felt the dome of his cock pressing against his hole. He breathed deeply, ordering his body to relax. Then Marc did that thing he’d done last time, working the head in and out just an inch, the friction making his insides buzz with bliss, and he remembered why he’d loved getting fucked by him.

Squeezing the muscle around the head of Marc’s cock, Brendan’s pleasure intensified to near delirium, and he couldn’t speak, could only feel. A squeak left him as he felt that cresting wave taking him in its grip, tendrils of clawing rapture spreading from his inner flesh into his muscles and tightening his balls.

Marc chose that moment to push himself fully in, and Brendan whimpered. The sting was there but only seemed to intensify the pleasure.

“All right?” Marc huffed. “Does it hurt?”

“No, feels fucking amazing.”

Marc slid halfway out, then fell onto Brendan’s back, his dick plunging back in. When Brendan moaned in response, Marc’s body tightened and he repeated the motion. “God, you feel so good,” he said, undulating against him. “Love fucking your perfect ass.”

The breathy timbre of Marc’s voice next to his ear made Brendan’s cock throb, and he rubbed himself against the sheet. “Keep talking to me,” he said.

Marc huffed against his ear, hips pushing into Brendan’s ass as his cock penetrated him again and again. “So fucking gorgeous, baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous. I love fucking you.”

Marc’s voice was like a tether of fire controlling Brendan’s arousal, pleasure heating inside him and traveling down his cock. He mumbled incoherent sounds, his control leaving him.

Marc thrust faster and Brendan lost himself in the sensation of being fucked, being taken. His stiff cock glided against the sheet with each pump of Marc’s hips.

“Do you like my cock in you?” Marc whispered. “Want me to fuck you harder and make you come?”

“Yes,” Brendan crooned. “God yes, give me everything, Marc. Please. Please...”

Pushing up onto his elbows, Marc’s hips slapped against him, moving so fast in and out that the friction against Brendan’s prostate caused an explosion of pleasure laced with pain. Brendan screamed as the orgasm clutched his insides and the world splintered. His eyes rolled back as seed spilled from his cock, painting the sheet, channel clenching around the hard flesh drilling into him.

Still rolling on a sea of bliss, he was only vaguely aware of Marc’s climax, his three hard jabs before he shuddered, moaning. His full weight fell onto Brendan, breath heavy and erratic. “Fuck,” Marc huffed. “You’re so fucking good.”

Brendan turned his head to look at him. “You all right?”

Marc’s eyes were closed, brows pinched together as his breathing slowed. “I don’t think I can move,” he mumbled, and Brendan laughed.

Brendan wriggled out from under him, and Marc’s head fell onto the pillow like dead weight.

Sitting up, Brendan ran his fingers along Marc’s spine. His eyes trailed over the other man’s nude body, all that golden flesh glistening, the swell of his ass.  “You’re beautiful,” he said, running his palm over Marc’s buttocks. “The first time I saw you I knew you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.”

Marc chuckled, his eyes still closed. “Give me a break. I was wearing an apron.”

Brendan kissed his cheek. “Maybe we can get you an apron and you can wear nothing else. We can play hot busboy.”

“NO. No. No.”

Brendan laughed. “Okay, bad idea.”

“Very bad idea.”

Brendan slid down beside him, pulling the blanket up over them. He wrapped an arm around Marc’s back, nuzzling into his shoulder. “Are you still hungry?”

Marc shifted onto his side and shimmied closer. “Do you have any cookies?”

“Cookies?” Smiling, Brendan stroked his face. “That’s not a very healthy dinner.”