Criminal Pleasures (20 page)

“Good,” he said, closing the door. He snatched the waistband of Brendan’s slacks and tugged him close, grinning. “Wanna fool around before dinner?”

****

The bedroom had a chill, but after stripping out of their clothes and climbing under the quilts, they warmed up fast, kissing and fondling. Marc had lit a candle on the nightstand, the amber light making his olive skin glow. Breathy with arousal, Brendan ran his fingers through Marc’s crop of short hair. “I love these little highlights in your hair,” he said. “Are they natural?”

Marc smiled and his fingers stroked a line down Brendan’s ribs, over his hip. “Yeah, that’s all me. Leftover from summer,” he said. “It gets darker in the winter months.”

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” Brendan said. “You drive me insane.”

“Me?” Marc chuckled. He brushed a finger along Brendan’s eyebrow. “Those blue eyes of yours made me break all the rules, remember? You make me stupid.”

“Do you regret it?” Brendan asked. “What you did with me while you were undercover?”

Marc’s eyebrows pinched. “Only because I had to lie to you. And because I risked your safety.”

“But what about now? Do you still feel like you’re being stupid? With me?”

“What do you mean?” Marc asked.

“I don’t know. Just...I don’t know.”

Marc shifted, propping up onto his elbow. He studied Brendan’s face, his eyes aglow in the candlelight. “What are you trying to ask me?”

Brendan’s face heated with embarrassment. He tried to look away from Marc’s gaze. Marc grasped his chin and turned his face back. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Brendan shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

Brendan’s heart thudded, his mouth going dry. He stared back at Marc but couldn’t find the words.

“You want to know if this is just a fling. Or something else.”

Brendan swallowed hard. “No, I’m not worried about that,” he lied. “We don’t have to define anything. You live in Mass and things are crazy with both our jobs. I just...I don’t know.”

Marc sighed and cast his eyes down, thick lashes brushing his cheekbones. “I haven’t had a relationship in a long time.” He looked at Brendan. “I’ve fucked around a lot the past couple years. Just not with anyone important.”

A fist of jealousy twisted in Brendan’s gut. “That’s your business.”

Marc frowned, then he reached out, threading fingers through Brendan’s hair. “Don’t go cold on me, Blondie. We were just starting to get somewhere.”

“Where were we getting?”

“Remember the other night at my house, after you found me, and you were such a mess, so mad at me? You didn’t want to spend the night, but I told you I wouldn’t let you leave.”

Brendan grinned. “I remember.”

“Well I told myself that night, if he can get past this...if I can make him want me again, then I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him.”

Brendan’s body heated, his pulse quickening. “I never stopped wanting you. I was angry and in shock, because I found out it wasn’t real. But even then, I wanted you.”

Marc flipped Brendan onto his back and pressed down on top of him, gripping his arms. “It was real for me the first time I kissed you, it
was
real. It tore me apart that I couldn’t pursue it. And I feel like the luckiest prick in the world that I got a second chance, but I have to know. Have you forgiven me? Really forgiven me?”

Brendan’s erection swelled against the silky skin of Marc’s naked hip. The sincerity and sadness he saw in Marc’s eyes warmed his heart. “Yes,” he said. “I’ve forgiven you.”

A breath escaped Marc, and his head fell forward. He eased down and kissed Brendan, his tongue gentle and probing. Brendan opened to him, pulling him closer. The kiss was languid and searching, and as Brendan kissed him back it felt like language, a communication beyond words, expressing all the things they hadn’t said yet. 

Marc began to move against him, then the kiss turned into something hotter, more desperate.

Brendan gasped when Marc’s erection brushed against his. He gripped his shoulders and looked into his eyes. “I want you.”

Clasping Brendan’s face, Marc swiveled his hips, gliding their cocks together. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to fuck you,” he said. “Like we did that night on the phone. Only...for real.”

Marc grinned. “You dirty little boy.”

Brendan laughed and thrust his hips, eliciting a soft moan from Marc. “I’m dirty. But I’m not little.”

“I noticed,” Marc said, grinding against him. He sucked Brendan’s neck, just below his ear, making him squirm, then trailed his tongue upward. “What do you want, Brendan?” he asked, his breath hot, tickling his ear. “You want me to ride your cock?”

Brendan hissed. “Do you...do that? I mean, do you like it that way?”

“Not often,” he said. “But I like it any way if it’s with you.”

“We don’t have to,” Brendan said.

“I want you to experience everything you want to,” Marc said. “And it turns me on that you want me that way. So. Say it.”

Brendan grinned. “Say what?”

“Say what you want me to do.”

“I want you to ride my cock.”

He felt Marc’s hardness twitch against him. “Say it again.”

Brendan thrust his hips up. “I want you to ride my fucking cock until I come inside you.”

“Damn,” Marc huffed. “That’s hot. Be right back.”

Marc climbed out of bed and left the room. Brendan’s erection tented the sheet. He felt tighter and more engorged than he’d ever been, and he wondered if it would fit inside Marc, what it would feel like. The thought made him throb, and he rubbed himself over the sheet.

Marc stepped back into the room, dropping their bags on the floor. Brendan sat up, watching him pull a pack of condoms and lube out of his pack. “You look so good naked,” Brendan said. “Your ass is perfect.”

Marc stood and climbed onto the bed, straddling him. “You’re about to find out how perfect my ass is,” he said, ripping open the condom.

Brendan fell back onto the pillow, his breathing heavy. Marc drew the sheet down, exposing Brendan’s erection. He gently rolled the condom onto him and Brendan writhed, gripping the sheets.

His pulse quickened as Marc squirted lube onto his palm. His eyes flicked to Brendan’s face as he stroked his fist down his shaft, getting him ready. “Do you want me, Brendan?” he asked, his eyes fiery in the candle light.

Brendan nodded. “Desperately.”

Marc straightened up, edging over Brendan’s groin, knees astride his hips. His body was rippled with hard muscle, his cock full and jutting out. He reached between his legs, lubing himself with his fingers, his eyes on Brendan’s.

“So you have done this before?” Brendan asked.

Marc smiled. “Not with you.”

He took Brendan’s sheathed cock and hovered over him, slowly lowering himself down. When his tight heat slipped over the head of Brendan’s dick, Brendan closed his eyes, groaning.

“You’re right,” Marc whispered. “You’re not little.”

“Does it hurt? You don’t have to...oh, God,” he gasped as Marc lifted then lowered down farther, his channel squeezing around Brendan’s cock.

“Yes,” Marc said. “I do have to.” He pinched the condom at the base of Brendan’s erection, lifted up, then slid down all the way.

“Holy shit,” Brendan said, gripping Marc’s hips. “You’re so tight.”

“Tell me what you want,” Marc said, his eyes lidded. “Say it.”

“Ride me,” Brendan said. “Ride my cock.”

“Put your hands on me.” Marc took Brendan’s hands and led them to his erection.

Brendan held it, squeezing and stroking it up and down.

With a jerk of his hips, Marc thrust down on him, and Brendan cried out.

“How’s that?” Marc said, and did it again, making Brendan see stars.

Brendan moaned, unable to form words.

Marc lifted and slowly dropped again. “Is this what you want, baby?”

“God, Marc.” He stroked Marc’s cock. The head grew slippery with pre-ejaculate, and Brendan slid his palm over it, squeezing.

Marc’s stomach muscles quivered. “Fuck, Brendan, I’m probably not gonna last very long.” He closed his eyes, and his hips gyrated in a circular rhythm, forcing Brendan’s shaft up into him with each swivel.

Brendan’s balls tightened and he cried out at the silky pleasure of Marc’s tight heat riding him. Each thrust sent a current of bliss through his cock, up into his belly. Marc growled and moved faster, his ass cheeks slapping down on Brendan’s thighs. He leaned over and flattened his palms on Brendan’s chest, biceps tensing as he moved his hips.

Brendan fisted Marc’s cock harder, moving it up and down in time with his thrusts. “God, Marc, you feel so good,” he said. “I want to fuck you forever.”

Marc’s movements slowed for a moment, and Brendan wondered if he shouldn’t have chosen that precise word.
Forever
. 

Taking Brendan’s hands, Marc eased them away from his groin.

Brendan looked up. “What’s wrong?”

Marc leaned over, chest pressing down, and he kissed him hard on the mouth. “Nothing’s wrong,” he said, then gripped Brendan’s shoulders, and swiftly flipped them over, so Brendan was on top.

Brendan yelped, then laughed. “Damn you’re strong,” he said. Somehow his cock stayed inside Marc, and as his body fell on top of him, it slid deeper with a delicious friction.

“I wanted to feel your weight on top of me,” Marc said, wrapping his legs around Brendan’s knees. “I love the feel of your body on mine. Fuck me hard.”

Brendan gripped one of Marc’s legs and hoisted it up to his hip, then shoved himself into him, his cock nearly exploding with sensation.

“Yes,” Marc whispered. “Hard and fast.”

Lifting Marc’s ass off the bed slightly, Brendan angled himself and jerked his hips in a rhythm. Marc’s channel clenched around him like a vise, a deep whimpering moan leaving him with each pump. Brendan moved faster, turned on by the sounds Marc was making, wanting to hear more.

Focusing on Marc’s pleasure allowed him to delay his own orgasm, filling him with a sense of power. He fucked him harder, gyrating his hips. Marc’s moans grew louder, and Brendan’s stomach tightened in response, involuntarily letting out a deep cry of his own. He slid his hand between them and gripped Marc’s cock, jerking it. He was on a mission to make Marc come first, to watch him splinter and come undone with pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” Marc squeaked. “Brendan...”

When he saw Marc’s face grimace with impending climax, he gripped his other leg, and mimicking the position Marc had used on him the night before, slung both knees over his shoulders.

“I’m about to...” Marc gripped his own cock.

Holding Marc’s legs in place Brendan bucked against him, flesh slapping. Sweat dripped down his back and his leg muscles screamed with fatigue, but he pumped as hard and as fast as he could. Marc’s back bowed, and when Brendan saw him spurt onto his own stomach, he lost it too. His back arched and he thrust into him, moaning. In the throes of climax, Marc’s ass lifted and clenched, milking Brendan’s seed as he flooded the condom.

Brendan’s legs trembled then gave out, and he fell onto Marc, sweat gliding their chests together.

They lay trembling, breathing hard as they both came down.

Finally Marc squirmed beneath him. “You’re heavier than you look, Blondie.”

Brendan laughed into the pillow, then rolled over onto his back, looking up at the ceiling fan over the bed.

Marc let out a long, shuddering breath, and reached for his hand. “Yeah,” he said. “I am definitely keeping
you
.”

Brendan squeezed his hand, smiling. “Good.”

Brendan’s stomach growled loudly.

Marc sat up, grinning down at him. “I guess you worked up an appetite.”

“Well, you did kind of take my virginity. Two nights in a row.”

“Ha,” Marc said. “You don’t fuck like no virgin, sweetie.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He sat up, stretching his back. “What do you want to do for dinner?”

“I thought I’d cook for you,” Marc said. “I’ll run out and get some supplies if you make a fire.”

“You’ve cooked for me twice already,” Brendan said. “How about I cook for you?”

Marc raised his eyebrows. “Are you a good cook?”

Brendan grinned, then shrugged. “No. Not at all.”

Marc kissed him, ruffling his hair. “Then I’ll cook. You make fire. Do man stuff.” He hopped out of bed and began pulling clothes out of his pack.

Brendan removed the condom and leaned over the side of the bed, tossing it into the trash. His muscles ached, so he fell back against the pillows, watching Marc get dressed. He pulled on a pair of jeans then put on a tee shirt. After covering it with a black hooded sweatshirt, he sat down and slipped into his shoes, then tugged the black knit hat down over his ears.

“Why are you still dressing like a cat burglar?” Brendan said. “It’s nighttime and we’re on the Cape.”

Marc opened the front pouch of his pack, and Brendan went still as he pulled his gun out. He stood, then tucked it in behind his back. “Call it paranoia for good measure,” he said. “Do you like seafood?”

“I love it.”

Marc leaned over and kissed him. “There’s a market down the road, I shouldn’t be long. Humor my paranoia and stay inside until I get back? I’ll lock the door on the way out.”

Brendan nodded. “I’m just gonna stay here for a few minutes, not sure I can walk yet.”

Marc smiled over his shoulder as he headed out of the room. “Rest up, baby. We’ve got all weekend.”

Brendan closed his eyes, still smiling as he heard Marc’s car start up, then pull out of the driveway. His body hummed, and he replayed the sounds Marc had made while Brendan fucked him. And the things he’d said afterward.

He wants to keep me.

And Brendan wanted to keep
him
. Sure, it was fast. But it felt right.
So
right, he thought, remembering the feel of Marc’s heat surrounding his cock. He pondered the way it had started, the way one small decision could change everything. What if he’d chickened out, and decided not to approach that hot busboy on the street that night? What if he’d never asked him to go for a drink? He recalled the thought he had just before doing so.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained
.