Stripped Bare (9 page)

Shane shrugged. “What can I say? It’s a gift. I had to say something to break the tension. It’s driving me crazy.” Despite his resolve to stay away from Matthew until they got to his place, he moved his hand up Matthew’s leg, stroking his knee. Matthew’s body tensed and strained as he pressed back against the seat.

“Not fair,” he said between clenched teeth. “We said—”

“Hmm, I know. But I think this taxi driver might have seen it all, so.” His lips curled in a wolfish smile. “I thought I’d test the merchandise. Have a taster, so to speak.” He licked his lips, watching Matthew’s pupils dilate and his breathing quicken. Shane’s sly glance at the lawyer’s groin and his lip-licking was having the required effect.

“Don’t you bloody dare. You cannot give me a blow job in the back of a taxi.”

“Why not?” Shane regarded him with a lazy stare. “He won’t see anything.” He jerked a finger at the driver. “And if he does, all he’ll be worried about anyway is not getting come all over his seat. So if I swallow it all, he won’t have that problem.”

Matthew was squirming now, and Shane was having fun. He’d no intention of doing what he threatened. They probably
would
get arrested for lewd conduct, but seeing Matthew’s total meltdown was such a turn-on.

He’d said he wanted to break the man’s control issues, and he seemed to be doing that. But he was also driving himself nuts. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold out. He leaned back in the corner of the cab and heard Matthew’s sigh of relief.

Or was that disappointment?

“Fine. I’ll behave myself.” He grinned in the darkness.

Matthew spoke, his voice still ragged. “I wanted to ask you. What did David say about that night? Does he still insist it was a mugging?”

Shane nodded. “Yes. He won’t tell the truth, whatever that was. He’s petrified of his dad. You should have seen him before he left me. The man was scared stiff. But he’ll never talk out against his dad or tell us who did it to him.”

No doubt it had been his father and that twat Roy Parsons. Their
luck was about to change for the worse,
Shane thought in satisfaction.

After the affair and insults at the hospital, Shane had made it his mission to find out everything he could about Walter Debussy and Roy Parsons. After days of exhaustive hacking and a caffeine rush that had almost made him sick, his late-night/early-morning vigils had yielded gold. He’d managed to track down a personal bank account Walter Debussy kept in the Channel Islands. The account held a considerable sum of money, more than Shane had ever seen in his lifetime. Shane intended “misappropriating” some of it. Walter Debussy didn’t know it, but the princely sum of five million pounds was about to disappear from his account into another one that Shane had set up in the Caymans. It had taken some careful planning and time, but it was now set up in a dummy name.

The money was intended for David, if something should ever go wrong and his father cut him off somehow. It was the one thing that worried David and gave him sleepless nights. He thought he’d be nothing without his money, despite what Shane told him to the contrary. The transfer was due to take place in a few days’ time.

Matthew sighed. “I hope David will be all right with him. I also hope there isn’t any next time.” He frowned. “How did you manage to track him down anyway? He’s been avoiding me like the plague. I trawled the clubs looking for him.” His tone was aggrieved.

Shane shrugged as he smiled. He wasn’t about to tell Matthew that he’d hacked into David’s phone and seen a text message saying he’d be at Essence.

“Coincidence. I spend a fair bit of time at Essence myself. David just happened to be there.” He leaned over and trailed his hand down Matthew’s jaw line. The other man shivered perceptibly. Shane grinned.

“How’s the job hunting going?” he murmured. “Have you managed to find anything yet?”

Matthew nodded. “I’m working as senior counsel for this law firm in Bank Street. Maxwell, Smith and Jordan? I don’t know if you’ve heard of them.”

Shane shook his head as Matthew continued.

“My boss, Bartholomew Maxwell, is a real peach; very old school.” He smiled. “He doesn’t like Walter either. Called him a despicable man. It’s a nice enough office as well, not too big. I think I’ll enjoy it there.”

“I’m glad you got sorted with a job. That’s great news.” Shane was genuinely pleased. He imagined not having a job would be very high on this man’s list of “things that made him nervous” in not having the control he so obviously needed in his life.

Shane’s hand stilled its journey up Matthew’s thigh, and the other man breathed a sigh of relief as Shane turned to look out of the window. “This is our stop.”

The taxi pulled over to the kerb, and Shane leaned in and paid him. The two men got out of the taxi, which sped down the quiet, residential street. Shane gestured at his apartment building, a large, dark brick structure on a tree-lined street in St. James’s, an affluent area of the city. The river ran in front of the building, and the whole ambience was one of wealth and opulence.

“Welcome to Shane’s World. Come on. Let’s get upstairs. I’m so horny I should be two rhinos.” They walked through the glass doors into the spacious, plant-filled lobby.

Matthew spluttered with laughter at the other man’s words. “Now that’s one I haven’t heard before.”

Shane glanced at him. “Oh, I’m sure there’s a lot more you haven’t heard before that you’ll hear tonight, including my screams of delight.” He grinned as Matthew followed him over to the lift. He’d seen the man swallow and clench his hands.

“Does this lift have cameras in it?” the other man murmured.

Shane nodded. “Sorry, yes, they do. So no hanky-panky in there if that’s what you were thinking of doing.”

Matthew murmured a reply. “Pity. I like mirrors. There’s something about watching someone’s face in them when they’re up close and personal that’s such a turn on.”

Now it was Shane’s turn to swallow. The lift opened and the two men stepped in. The doors closed and both men heaved a deep breath. Their eyes met, gunmetal grey and sapphire blue. But they stayed where they were, knowing if they got to close to each other it would be all over. The lift seemed to take an interminable time to reach the fifth floor. Finally the doors opened and they stepped out. Shane led the way down the dimly lit corridor, to a door at the far end of the hallway. He reached into his trouser pocket, removing a set of keys. He unlocked the door. He’d only just walked in and was about to switch on the light for the entrance when he heard a low growl behind him. He felt himself being smacked against the wall, his face flat against the cool surface.

“You are the biggest bloody tease I’ve ever met.” Matthew’s voice was deep, husky. Shane was pulled around to face the other man. “You have driven me fucking crazy all the way here.”

“Jesus, Matthew, language!” Shane gasped with a laugh, even as his shirt was pulled out of his jeans and the other man’s hands started unbuttoning it.

“We’re in private, no one to hear, so bad language is fine. Especially with a bad boy like you.”

Shane could hardly believe this was the same man he’d just sat next to in the taxi. He was just aching with the need to have him. He toed his shoes off urgently as Matthew finished his unbuttoning and slid his shirt off his shoulders onto the floor. Matthew’s hands were on his jeans zipper, slowly easing it down. Shane’s hips pushed forwards in reflex, his dick straining with a need to be free. His own fingers stroked down Matthew’s arms, feeling the strong muscle play beneath his fingers, the silk of his shirt a complete aphrodisiac like the man himself.

Matthew slid his hands into Shane’s waistband and pushed his trousers down his legs. He crouched, sliding them down to his ankles. Shane felt his warm breath on his erection as he stood up. Matthew beckoned with an imperious gesture for Shane to step out of them. Shane wasn’t sure when the tables had been turned and he’d gone from aggressor to subordinate, but he wasn’t going to argue. He stepped out of his trousers and boxers and stood, completely nude, in front of a still-fully dressed Matthew. Both of them were breathing heavily, and Shane’s dick was standing out in front of his body, already leaking and just throbbing with pure lust.

“You are simply exquisite.” Matthew’s tone was reverent, as his eyes caressed every inch of Shane’s body. “You have a body like an athlete.” He ran his hands over Shane’s flat stomach, his eyes wide. Shane’s breath was ragged. He felt as if he’d just run home from the club. His heart was pounding, the heaviness in his groin unbearable.

Matthew stopped touching him and lifted his arms above his head. “You wanted to undress me. Do it then. Quickly, because I really want you to fuck me.”

Shane needed no further urging. He lifted Matthew’s shirt above his head, gasping at the sight of the man’s flat, firm stomach and hairy chest, his arms strong lengths of sinew and muscle. Matthew stood stock still, his eyes holding Shane’s. Shane unzipped the tight black jeans and pulled them down over Matthew’s lean hips. His eyes widened when he saw Matthew had no underwear on. His erection sprung free, in much the same state as Shane’s—swollen, engorged, and leaking. Shane even thought it might be bigger than his. His own twitched at the thought of that inside him. Although tonight, it was definitely his turn to top.

The lawyer smiled. “I was planning on getting lucky tonight,” he murmured. “I always find going commando makes things easier.” He leaned forward as his jeans fell to the floor. He stepped out of them. “Of course, I didn’t realise I’d be
this
lucky.” The sheer tone of desire in his voice was the final straw for Shane, and he pulled Matthew to him, his mouth violating his, voracious and hungry. His passion was returned; their bodies snapped together like they were made to fit. Groaning sounds filled the apartment until Shane pulled his mouth away long enough to gasp, “Come through to the bedroom. Let’s get out the bloody hallway.”

He took Matthew’s hand and led him across the wide entrance hall with its high walls and artworks decorating the spare space, through the enormous lounge into the dimly lit corridor and down to his bedroom at the front of the apartment. He’d left a bedroom light on. The glow warmed the room, casting shadows on the ceiling and walls.

Matthew gasped in awe when he saw the bedroom. “Wow, Shane. This is incredible. This whole bedroom is the size of the ground floor for my house. You must make a lot of money as an escort. And that view is amazing.”

Shane wasn’t going to enlighten him yet on how he made his money or where it had come from. His father had been an unwilling beneficiary toward his current state of wealth. But that was a story for another time.

“Shut the fuck up about the decor and just get on the bloody bed,” he growled. Matthew obliged. He lay on his back on the duvet, a golden-and-bronze-coloured quilt, watching through smoky eyes as Shane lay next to him.

“Christ, you are so beautiful.” Shane’s fingers caressed Matthew’s stomach, his shoulders, his hips, as the man hissed in pleasure at his touch. “When I first saw you, that was the first thing I thought. Such a beautiful man.” He leaned over and his mouth trailed across the other man’s abdomen, his tongue tracing the ridges of muscle, finally heading down lower to his hips and the curve where his hips met his groin.

Matthew moaned, his hips thrusting up, his hands clenching the duvet.

“And now I get to taste you at last.” Shane’s mouth closed around Matthew’s erection and the man uttered a deep cry, pushing himself deeper into Shane’s mouth. Shane moved his mouth up and down the shaft, his tongue licking and circling all the sensitive areas he could find. He knew what he liked when someone was sucking him off, so he imagined Matthew would appreciate the same treatment.

He swirled his tongue around the tip, piercing the opening and causing Matthew to make small noises like a kitten mewling. His hand cupped Matthew’s balls, squeezing gently, and the kitten noises grew louder. It was a complete turn-on hearing the man lose it.

Shane sucked and prodded and twirled and lathered and there was a great sense of satisfaction when he realised the man in his mouth was completely undone.

“God, Shay, that is so good, don’t stop. I’m not going to last much longer. It’s been too long since I was with anyone like this.”

Matthew’s new name for him spurred Shane on. Men had used it before but he had never enjoyed it as much as from this man’s lips. He sucked, feeling Matthew pushing at the back of his throat as he took him deeper. The kitten sounds had turned more into lion roars by now as Matthew bucked and tossed on the bedspread, his hips punching upwards as he thrust himself in and out of Shane’s mouth, his hands twisting feverishly on the bed spread.

Shane teased him unmercifully, driving him to the brink then bringing him down. It had been a while since he’d had such a willing and incredibly responsive participant like the delectable Matthew Langer. Finally Shane felt the man swell and throb in his mouth and Matthew gave a great growl as he came, his semen spilling out in hot spurts into Shane’s mouth and down his throat. He swallowed it as it erupted, loving the taste of this man and the tang of the fluid in his mouth.

Matthew’s body jerked like a puppet on the end of a couple of strings. Shane looked up at him as he moved up over his body, his hand caressing his skin, causing Matthew to shiver.

The man’s eyes were unfocused and dazed.

Shane found his lips and thrust his tongue into his mouth, feeling him sigh as he returned the kiss.

“Can you taste yourself, Matty?” he whispered, wanting to have a special name too. “I loved how you tasted. So bloody good. And now it’s my turn.” He reached over and opened the bedside drawer, taking out the condom and the lube he kept in there. Matthew’s eyes darkened at the sight, his pupils dilating with the knowledge of what was to come. His breathing quickened as Shane opened the condom packet.

“Your choice, Matty. Which way do you want to do this? I don’t mind either way.”

“I want to see you when you come,” Matthew said. “I need to watch your face.”