Caleb Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 7] (8 page)

“That almost tickles.”

“Sorry.” McBride pressed harder, remembering when he’d instructed Bailey and Ferris. The young thrall, Ferris, had giggled when Bailey was touching him too lightly, so McBride told his mate to make more intense strokes. Doing that now, he looked up at Caleb and asked, “Better?”

“Much.” Caleb grinned as he angled back, supporting his upper body on his powerful arms. He seemed to understand what McBride wanted to do. Given his ego, Caleb clearly didn’t mind being admired. “Take your time.”

McBride wasn’t angered by Caleb’s attitude. Just as he’d told those he’d instructed, each man must listen to his mate to know what he wanted. McBride was no different. If he wanted to please Caleb, he had to watch, listen, and respond. “You know, it took me a long time to admit this, but I love your arrogance.”

“Yeah?” Caleb spread his legs a little wider. “You know I love the way you look at me?”

“I do now.” McBride didn’t just look. He touched. He licked. He nuzzled, bit lightly, and used the heat of his breath to tease and taunt his lover. He didn’t let up until Caleb was thrashing on the bed, begging him to please, please, please take his cock into his mouth.

“I’m going to go crazy if you don’t.”

“My evil plan is working.” McBride thoroughly enjoyed his power over Caleb.

“I didn’t tease you this long.” Caleb lifted up. He was breathing hard, and his chest was sweaty. He had never looked better to McBride.

“Not tonight.” McBride rose up and motioned as if he would lick the tip of Caleb’s cock.

Caleb held his breath as he watched, his dangerous eyes narrowed with need.

“But you teased me for months.”

Caleb’s prick quivered as McBride’s hot breath washed over the too-sensitive tip.

“I remember thinking I would never get down on my knees to please a man.”

“So far you haven’t.” Caleb’s laugh was light. “But I promise not to tell if you take pity on me.”

“You always said that.” McBride slid his finger back behind Caleb’s heavy balls, rubbing his sweet spot. His cock shivered, and a pre-cum pearl leaked from the tip. “Would you really have been willing to have a secret relationship with me?”

“I would have done anything to be with you.”

Their gazes met, held, and McBride felt more attached to Caleb than he thought possible. Something flowed between them. It had always been there, humming in the background, but now it was up front and far more intense. Unable to name it, he had to simply accept it. Maybe when he’d told Quintus he was soul bonded to Caleb, he’d been right. Nothing else could explain the intensity of their connection. Keeping his attention locked with Caleb’s, McBride leaned up and kissed the tip of his cock.

Caleb uttered a strangled gasping sigh. “Please.”

Immediately, McBride sucked the entire knob into his mouth, watching as Caleb’s eyes went wide and then rolled back. He uttered a series of raunchy swears as he reached out, placing his hand on top of McBride’s head. When McBride tauntingly tried to pull back, Caleb dug his fingers in a little.

“Don’t you dare.”

If he didn’t have a mouthful of cock, McBride would have laughed. Instead, he sucked at Caleb’s prick in earnest, loving the way he was so vocal in his praise. Caleb would lean up, tightening the muscles in his belly as he watched McBride work his lips up and down his prick. Knowing that he enjoyed the visual, McBride made sure he had an unobstructed view. When it became too much, Caleb would flop back on the bed and growl out his encouragement.

Just as Caleb seemed to be settling in, McBride slid his finger past the sweet spot behind his balls and teased ever closer to his tight hole. Caleb grew so loud McBride worried that the men would be able to hear him all the way in the big house. But then he didn’t care. All their time of trying to keep a lid on their lust was over now. If Caleb wanted to scream out his bliss, McBride was going to not only let him, but he’d give him plenty to holler about.

Stroking his finger in a circle over the sensitive flesh of his pucker caused Caleb to spread his legs as wide as he could. Unable to get them any farther apart, he grasped them behind the knee, putting himself on display. McBride had to get to his feet and lean over so he could keep sucking him, but he didn’t mind. His pants had fallen down around his ankles, but he couldn’t get his boots off, so they were going to have to wait. No way was he going to stop this now. He wanted to taste Caleb. He had to feel his pleasure.

“I’m going to come.”

Rather than pull back, McBride sucked harder. Right as Caleb erupted, McBride pushed his finger deep inside his ass, which made Caleb go a little crazy. McBride’s ego soared. Knowing that he was able to drive him absolutely mad with lust was empowering, and then he had the added bonus of reveling in the taste of his pleasure. Caleb twisted and turned on the bed, calling out nonsensical words of encouragement. When the violence of the storm passed, Caleb was almost in tears he’d climaxed so hard. All the tightness in his body fled, leaving him utterly relaxed. McBride eased back and then finally let him go.

Caleb reached for him, pulling him onto his body so he could roll them over and kiss him so passionately McBride practically came again. When Caleb’s leg got tangled up in McBride’s pants, he laughed and broke their kiss.

“What the hell?” He reached down, extricated himself, then got to work pulling McBride’s boots off. When he was unable to pry them free, he stood. “Who wears boots with dress slacks?”

“Me.”

“Only you.” Caleb was able to get enough leverage when he was standing. He yanked both boots off and tossed them aside. While he did, candlelight flickered over his bronzed body. “What?”

“What what?”

“You’re looking at me with dreamy eyes again.”

“Turn around.”

Caleb smirked, but he turned.

“Damn.” McBride sat up and cupped Caleb’s buttocks into his hands. All his fantasies of grasping his tight, sexy ass as he slipped his cock deep seemed to hit him at once. Seemingly of their own will, his hands dug into his flesh. After a solid squeeze, he let go. “They’re the only part of you that isn’t tan.”

Caleb clenched and released his muscles, making his buttocks dance. When he was done, he turned, and suddenly all his jocularity slipped away. “I can’t believe you’re really here. In my bed.”

“Naked and, well…” McBride looked down at his flaccid cock. “Almost ready for love.”

“I don’t think it will take long.” Caleb climbed back onto the mattress.

“Me, either.” McBride pulled him close. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m excited.” Caleb kissed him. “And I think I’m still climaxing.”

“And now I know how to keep you in line.”

“Absolutely. Anytime I get out of hand, you should suck me off.”

“That’s not quite what I was thinking.” McBride slid his leg between Caleb’s, loving the way their hairy bodies fit so perfectly together.

“No?” Caleb squirmed until he hooked his leg around McBride’s hips, enabling him to flex it and crush their cocks together.

“I will hold that out as a reward for good behavior. Taunting you with the promise of it will keep you in line.”

“I’d probably become a saint.”

“That’s no good. I like your devilish side.”

“Is that what attracted you to me?” Caleb pressed his forehead to McBride’s. “I thought it was my daring intellect.”

“I think it was your hair.” McBride grasped a handful and then teased the strands through his fingers. The motion released a burst of pine mixed with Caleb’s own essence, prompting McBride to bury his nose in a hank of Caleb’s hair. After so long wanting to touch him and not being allowed to, McBride felt a little heady now that he could. While they lay twined together on the bed, they explored each other, rubbing their bodies so tightly they made heat from friction. All the while the white candle added more thick drops to the wax-coated table.

When their languid motions became more frantic, Caleb rolled to his back, using his considerable strength to pull McBride on top of him.

“We need greasers.”

“Right.” After half a dozen kisses, Caleb rolled over and got up. He went to the small dresser at the foot of the bed. The mirror attached to the wall above the drawers allowed McBride a complete view of Caleb. His white buttocks kept drawing his gaze down, but then his hair drew his gaze up.

“I honestly love the way you look at me.” Caleb stayed where he was after retrieving a bottle.

“You’re so amazingly put together.”

“The Genetics Board worked overtime on me.”

“I think they did.” Slammers were generally less intelligent than gentrymen, but there was nothing wrong with Caleb’s brain. Or his body. McBride reached down and stroked his cock.

“Do you want me to stay here?”

“No.” Right after he said it he changed his mind. “Wait.” McBride sat up a bit and shoved the pillows behind his head. “Put one in while I watch.”

That wicked, devious smirk that had the power to simultaneously make McBride melt and harden transformed Caleb right before his very eyes. Like the true exhibitionist he was, Caleb took his time and let McBride look his fill. From the drawer he’d gotten the greasers from, Caleb removed another bottle. He flipped the cap and poured golden oil into his palm. Rather than put it away, he waggled the bottle, and then tossed it to McBride when he nodded.

The time they’d stroked themselves in his bedroom with lotion came to mind, but this was better because they weren’t prevented from actual contact. Still, just as he’d told the other Morgan brothers when he’d instructed them in the ways of a man with his mate, anticipation was a powerful aphrodisiac. By the time actual contact came, McBride feared his ability to last, but that concern was moderated by the fact they would be able to do this again. And again. So he settled in and watched as Caleb stroked his fist slowly down the length of his cock.

Each pass Caleb made caused his hips to surge farther forward. When he got far too close to release, Caleb lowered his hands and tugged at his balls. McBride did the same. To tease Caleb, McBride parted his legs, giving Caleb a taunting view of dark space between his buttocks.

“As if you’d let me fuck you.”

“Let you? Tease me right and I’d probably beg you.”

Caleb’s gaze became riveted to that spot as he worked his fist along his shaft. McBride knew he was close when his brows drew together and he bit at his bottom lip.

“If you don’t get that thing in and get over here, we’re going to have to wait another hour.” McBride’s softly uttered suggestion snapped Caleb out of his sensual spell.

He grabbed one of the gels, parted his buttocks, and slipped it inside his ass. McBride had a brief flash of his firm, pink hole before Caleb was turning around. Just like he had with the bottle of oil, he waggled the bottle of greasers. It was clear from his expression the last thing he expected was for McBride to nod. Caleb’s face lit up. Rather than toss him the bottle, he kept it in his hands and came over to the bed.

With him closer, he was able to see the gels were all different colors. He’d heard of exotic greasers, but he’d never seen them or used them. Caleb selected one, put the bottle on the floor, and then slipped the small gel inside McBride’s ass. After a moment, the capsule melted and began to cling and coat the inside of his rectum. The feeling was surprisingly erotic. He’d never thought he would use one on himself, but now he realized how much he’d missed out on.

“Does it feel good?”

“It’s warm and tingles.”

Caleb nodded. “Good.”

“What about yours?”

“Same.” He climbed onto the bed and straddled McBride’s hips. “You’ll really feel it when you’re inside me.”

Intrigued, McBride wanted to flip Caleb over and get to work opening him up, but Caleb had never been a passive lover, and clearly, he wasn’t going to start now. Rather than lie back for McBride, he took control and teased McBride’s prick between his buttocks. Each pass brought McBride closer to the target of his hole, but then Caleb would lift up just enough so that he missed the mark.

“You’re making me crazy.”

“Good.” Caleb’s grin was seductive as hell. “I’ve got you right where I want you.”

After teasing him to the point McBride was threatening to take Caleb out and toss him in the stocks, he finally allowed McBride’s cock to ease into his ass. Caleb closed his eyes, clearly focusing all his attention on the feel of McBride’s invading prick. McBride kept his eyes open, watching Caleb for any signs of distress. He was a big man, but his ass was unbelievably tight. McBride wanted to be inside him almost desperately, but he also didn’t want to hurt him.

McBride let out a low growl when he discovered the warm tingly power of the greaser sensitized his prick. “And you think I’ll be able to last?”

“It heightens awareness, but it’s also supposed to make climax more difficult.”

“Sounds like everything you’ve ever done to me.”

Caleb chuckled, which quivered his rectum around McBride’s prick.

“It’s like I want to come so badly but I know I can’t.” McBride reached for Caleb’s prick, but Caleb pushed his hand away.

“Oh, no. I’m going to wait.” Caleb kept his eyes closed. “I want to be inside you before I come again.”