Packing Heat (11 page)

“Come on, man.” Brad arched his hips because his dick was

already hard. Seeing Gavin’s gorgeous body over him, hard-cut

muscles bathed in shadows and moonlight, had Brad forgetting al

his common sense. “Can’t we just talk about the other shit later?

Give yourself to me. Lemme make you feel good.”

Gavin considered him for one long minute, his crystaline eyes

stil narrowed before he moved off Brad’s chest and slid down his

body until he was stretched out over him. Brad’s hard cock was

now trapped beneath the white sheet and one tal, powerfuly built

cop. Brad liked how wel their bodies lined up when it was usualy

impossible to find a man who fit together with him so nicely. He

arched his hips once more, feeling the length of Gavin’s equaly hard

cock tenting his sweatpants.

“Gimme.” Brad panted, other words escaping him because

the lust between them was white-hot and electric without warning.

“Fuck, I need it. Need you.”

Gavin straddled Brad. With al his weight resting on one arm,

the muscles of his bicep bunched as Gavin pushed up to cup Brad’s

chin with his other hand. He caressed Brad’s cheek. “I’m not

Jake,” Gavin reminded him softly. “You don’t have to push me

away. I’m not gonna to hurt you.”

“I don’t think you’re Jake. I’d never think that,” Brad

mumbled, enthraled by Gavin’s beautiful eyes. He lost himself in the

clean smel of him, feeling completely overwhelmed by the weight of

Gavin’s body over his. Brad’s mind went hazy under the heaviness

of his hunger. “Fuck the handcuffs. Just ride me. Lube’s in the

drawer. Use my cock, baby. That’s fucking sexy.”

“If you don’t think I’m gonna turn into someone like Jake,

why the fuck are you pushing me away? I don’t get you.”

“Are you kidding me?” Brad tugged at the handcuffs again.

“My cock hurts I want you so bad, and you’re trying to talk about

our feelings. This is what I get for faling for someone who’s bi.

Fucking complicated, straight-people bulshit and—”

“Tel me,” Gavin interrupted him, his gaze becoming molten.

His thumb ran over Brad’s lips, his voice low and husky with desire.

“Tel me and I wil blow your mind tonight.”

Brad raised his eyebrows at that. Gavin’s voice made raw,

unrestrained lust jerk at his insides. Brad would have had a better

chance at staying dry under Niagara Fals than denying Gavin at that

point. He’d say anything, do anything, lay his soul completely bare

at his feet to have him.

“You’re bi,” Brad admitted, tilting his head to look at Gavin’s

broad chest.

“Christ,” Gavin snapped. “You’re gonna fuck this up

because I’m bi. Like that fucking matters. What the hel is wrong

with you?”

“You have options,” Brad explained. Despite the lust, he

realy wanted Gavin to understand. “You could find a woman you

like and get married. Have a normal life and avoid al the bulshit.

Did you hear the story I just told you? The world is fucking cruel,

and I don’t wanna see you get hurt. I’l die if you end up hurting like

I’ve hurt, Gav. I’d rather be alone forever. I love you too much to

watch you suffer just to be with me.”

Gavin sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes wide and stunned.

Before Brad could find out why, Gavin was kissing him. His

hand slid to the back of his neck, fisting tightly in Brad’s hair,

jerking his head back. The edges of reality blurred almost instantly,

and Brad surrendered to the rush of longing that shimmered over his

skin like phantom fire. He opened to Gavin, savoring the taste of

mint he left in his mouth as their tongues brushed and their teeth

clashed from the violence of the kiss.

He was breathless when Gavin used his hold on his hair to

wrench his head to the side, breaking the kiss to run his lips down

the curve of Brad’s neck. He nipped and sucked, his fervor enough

to mark, but Brad didn’t give a fuck. He let himself savor the

moment, knowing there would never be anyone else who could

make something so simple feel this damn good.

“The cuffs.” Brad writhed beneath him. “God, unlock me,

and I’m gonna rol you over and eat your ass like it’s a fucking

buffet. I need—”

“Shhh.” Gavin breathed against the curve of Brad’s neck.

When Gavin used his free hand to cup Brad’s chin again, his

thumb rubbing against his bottom lip to soothe him, Brad wasn’t

having any of it. “The cuffs,” he growled against Gavin’s caress.

“Fuck eating your ass; I wanna swalow your cock. God, I love

sucking you. You sound so fucking good and—”

Brad’s entire body jerked from the tidal wave of lust caused

by Gavin shoving two fingers deep into Brad’s mouth, effectively

cutting off his rambling.

Christ, that turned him on.

He sucked on Gavin’s fingers because he couldn’t help

himself, imagining they were Gavin’s thick cock. He prayed he

didn’t embarrass himself by coming from the fantasy.

“Yeah, you’re oral.” Gavin’s hot mouth drifted lower. He

traced his tongue over the broad curve of Brad’s left pectoral

muscle before he lifted his head to watch Brad suck his fingers. He

pushed the digits deeper. “You better get off on sucking my fingers,

’cause that’s al you’re sucking tonight, big man. It’s my turn.”

Brad knew he should be freaking the fuck out over being this

out of control. Cuffed to the bed, fingers shoved in his mouth, he

couldn’t even talk. Normaly he would be coming out of his skin

from the anxiety, but he couldn’t think past the lust pulsing through

his veins.

Gavin bit at Brad’s nipple, his tongue laving over the hurt

before he moved down. Now would probably be the time for Brad

to explain he was a bigger control freak than he let on. Having

Gavin know it had been fourteen years since Brad let someone suck

his dick might be a good plan. Even then he had been drunk out of

his mind, and it ended badly. Not since Jake had he realy enjoyed

a blowjob.

And he would have warned Gavin, knowing if he bit hard

enough Gavin would give Brad his voice back. He might have even

gone to great lengths to explain his unique sexual hang-ups that

didn’t alow anyone to have control over him, but seeing as Gavin

had already stolen his heart, the one thing Brad guarded above al

others, it didn’t realy seem to matter.

Gavin’s tongue traced over the deep ridges of Brad’s

abdominal muscles. “God, I fucking love your body.” He moaned

against Brad’s hip bone as he tugged at the sheet tangled between

them, pushing it completely out of the way. “I’ve been waiting for

years to worship you like this.”

Gavin topped like a bottom, which was working for Brad like

gasoline on a blaze already raging out of control. Even with cuffs

digging into his wrists and fingers taking his words, somehow Gavin

made him feel like a god as he licked and worshipped his body.

When Gavin leaned down, breathing in the scent of Brad’s

cock as if it were ambrosia to him, Brad bit his fingers lightly, letting

him know he needed his voice back. He wanted to tel Gavin to

swalow his dick, to gag himself on it, to make his own cock weep

from just tasting him.

“No,” Gavin said, his breath warm against Brad’s bals. “I

don’t want your complaints to fuck it up. I know you don’t give up

control easily. I’m gonna force you to give it to me this time, and

hopefuly it’l prove to you that I deserve your trust.”

Brad hadn’t needed to explain his issues; those damn cop

instincts had Gavin seeing everything. He bit his fingers again,

growling around the gag of them, because for once he was being

misunderstood. He already trusted Gavin completely. If Gavin

would just take his damn fingers out of Brad’s mouth, Brad would

tel him exactly how much he wanted to watch Gavin suck him.

Obviously sick of Brad’s silent rebelion, probably sensing the

next time Brad bit him it wouldn’t be so gentle, Gavin leaned over

and swalowed Brad’s cock. There was no tender worship of the

head, no lapping and sucking it like a lolipop; he just swalowed

Brad’s thick prick whole. He took it as far as he could, gagging

himself on it just like Brad would have told him to. With his mouth

poised over half the way down, his ful lips glistening and stretched

wide, Gavin lifted his hypnotic gaze to Brad, watching him as he

took him even deeper.

Gavin deep throating him was easily the most erotic thing

Brad had ever seen. He could have watched it forever, but the

image was too sexy. Mixed with the mind-numbing ecstasy of

Gavin’s mouth on him, that picture was too much. With a low moan

against Gavin’s fingers, he let his eyes fal closed under the weight of

his pleasure, and he was lost in a sea of bliss. Al Brad could do

was thrust his hips up to meet the slide of Gavin’s mouth over him

when he started blowing him in earnest, taking him long and deep,

sucking him hard with just the right scrape of teeth against the head

of his cock.

Brad alternated between groaning and sucking on Gavin’s

fingers, needing an outlet against the rising tide of ecstasy tightening

in his bals. He was going to blow embarrassingly fast, because this

was too hot, too fucking good. No one had turned him on like this.

He felt completely lost with the passion that flared up between the

two of them. It was a good thing he was cuffed to the bed, because

if he weren’t, he’d likely pounce on Gavin and fuck him until they

were both black and blue. That was how crazy Gavin made him.

He felt sexualy violent, and he knew instinctively Gavin was right

there with him.

With Gavin he could have the sex he’d always wanted—

carnal, dark, completely hedonistic—and he wanted to have it al

right now. His mind was bombarded with images, each one darker

and more deviant than the next, pushing him toward the edge of the

chasm.

With an arch of his back, using his grip on the headboard to

thrust his cock deeper into Gavin’s welcoming mouth, Brad came in

a flash of red-hazed pleasure. It spiraled through his body, flooding

into his arms and legs to the pulse of his heartbeat and the throb of

his spunk going down Gavin’s throat.

Gavin swalowed al of it, sucking harder as if hungry for the

taste of him. It wasn’t until the tide started to subside that Brad was

able to open his eyes. He watched Gavin stil sucking at his now-

spent dick, finaly releasing him with a wet pop to lap at the head,

using his free hand to squeeze the last drops of cum out of him.

“Wow, hot,” Gavin said, his voice gravely with repressed

need. “No warning, though. If I’d known you were gonna come,

I’d have let you blow on my face.”

God, he loved this man.

Brad moaned, arching beneath Gavin once more, his cock

attempting to twitch back to life despite the bone-melting orgasm

he’d just had. The idea of coming on Gavin’s face, of marking him

in such a carnal way, drove him fucking insane. The next time Gavin

sucked him, they were definitely doing that.

He’d been a fool to think he was going to push Gavin away.

Brad would never be that strong. They were too wel suited. The

fire burned too bright when they were together, and it was

impossible for Brad to stay away from the heat. He was drawn to it

—to Gavin—like a moth to a flame.

Gavin crawled over him. His body was stil tight with

predatory anticipation as he puled his fingers out of Brad’s mouth,

only to lean down and kiss him before he had a chance to speak.

Brad opened to the kiss, letting Gavin’s tongue sweep in for a

quick, debauched meeting of two hungry mouths.

He liked the taste of his cum on Gavin, and Brad bit Gavin’s

lip when he would have puled away, a vicious nip that had Gavin

groaning and faling over Brad heavily. Gavin parted his lips once

more, letting Brad take what he wanted. This time it was Brad’s

tongue pushing into his mouth, dominating without his hands or

words, simply tasting his partner with the tang of sex stil flavoring

his mouth.

The kiss became indulgent, going from a taste to a sexual

escape. It was the hot and heavy making out Brad thought was

reserved for the young until he found Gavin. Their mouths became a

vent for sexual frustration as Gavin straddled him, rutting against his

lap, his hard cock pushing insistently against Brad’s stomach while

they kissed in untamed, openmouthed desperation.

They were both breathless, panting with the need for deeper