L. A. Witt - Rules 1 - Rules of Engagement (11 page)

He broke the kiss and looked at me, touching my face as if he was drinking me in the same way I drank him in. As I looked at him, guilt crept into my mind, and I looked away, my face burning.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I exhaled. “Look, I didn’t mean to blow you off. I—” “It’s okay.”
“Really, it’s not that I didn’t want to talk to you, I just, I was—” “Overwhelmed?”
I looked at him then and nodded. “Yeah.”

He smiled. It wasn’t an arrogant, cocky look, but a warm smile, as if he understood. “It’s okay. Really.” His thumb brushed over my cheekbone. “You’re not the first guy to get a bit freaked out over this kind of thing.”

“Right,” I said. “But I felt like I was giving you the cold shoulder.

I wasn’t trying to be a jerk.”
“I understand. I’m serious.” He rested his hand on the back of my
neck, a gesture that was as comforting as it was arousing. “Look, I
didn’t think you were being a jerk. I just figured you needed to sort
things in your own mind, so I backed off.” He shrugged. “I figured you
knew where to find me, so I’d wait and see if you came to find me.” “And when I walked in tonight, you knew that’s why I was here.” His smile was almost shy, but that twinkle was in his eyes, that
knowing look…. “I had a hunch.”
Putting my arms around his waist, I said, “You were right.” I

kissed him. I couldn’t find the words to tell him that it wasn’t “this kind of thing” that had me freaking out. It wasn’t just that I needed to come to terms with my attraction to a man. It was
him
. But he didn’t need to know that, not right now. Then I looked at him. “So if I hadn’t shown up tonight, would you have taken the blonde home?”

He grinned and winked at me. “She was just something to keep me entertained until something better came along.” We both laughed. Then his expression turned serious. “I’m really glad you showed up tonight.”

“Me too.”

He paused, clearing his throat and avoiding my eyes. “Look, if this, whatever it is we’re doing, if we’re going too fast….” He looked at me, wetting his lips in a movement that seemed more nervous than flirtatious. “Just say so.”

I exhaled, rubbing the back of my neck and looking at the car, the pavement, the streetlights, anything but him. “What—” The words stuck in my mouth. “What
are
we doing?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t.”
I chewed my lip. Blood pounded in my ears.

His hand drifted up my back. “Whatever it is,” he said, “do you want to stop?”

 

Meeting his eyes, I pulled him into a kiss. “Absolutely not.”

His body relaxed against mine, the tension in his muscles dissipating the longer we kissed, as if my touch reassured him that I didn’t want him to leave. Barely breaking the kiss, he whispered, “Tell me what you do want.”

I rested my forehead against his, stroking his hair gently. “I want….” The words stuck in my throat.

He looked up at me, his brow knitted as he waited for me to speak.
My lips touched his as I said, “I want to fuck you again.”

The shiver that ran up his spine pushed his body against mine, and I held him tighter, tasting him, breathing him. His hand shook as he touched my face.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered, pressing his hips against mine so I could feel how hard he was.

“Not yet.”
His lips parted in surprise. “Not yet?”

Guiding him back, I leaned him against my car. “I want you so bad it hurts.” I slid a hand between us. “But I can’t leave yet.”
He gasped as I squeezed his cock through his jeans. Swallowing hard, he said, “Fuck, Dustin, I want you now, I need—” He sucked in a breath as my fingers found his zipper pull.

I drew his zipper down slowly, letting my fingertips follow the outline of his erection. “There’s something I need to see before we go.”
“What’s that?” A helpless sound, almost a whimper, escaped his parted lips as I closed my fingers around his cock, stroking it slowly, just like he had done to me in this very parking lot a lifetime ago.

“I need—” I paused, overwhelmed by the feeling of his hard cock in my hand.

Moaning, he let his head fall back, and my lips were instantly drawn to the exposed skin of his neck. Kissing his throat, working my way up to his jaw, I said, “I need to see you come.”

He held my shoulders, digging his fingers in almost painfully as I stroked him. Faster. Harder. He moved his hips in time with my strokes, as if he were fucking my hand.

I lifted my head and watched his face, my own cock aching as his face told me that what I was doing was right. His eyes closed tighter, his lips pulling into a grimace that was almost one of pain. His head fell forward, as if he was trying to watch what I was doing, but his eyes were still closed.

His cock twitched in my hand. “Fuck, oh fuck,” he breathed. “Keep doing that. Just….” He gasped. “Like…
oh fuck
!” He threw his head back, his eyes flying open and his entire body tensing between mine and the car. A moan escaped my own throat as hot semen hit my wrist and forearm. More than before, I needed him. I needed his naked body against mine, and I needed to be inside him. I was so turned on I was certain that I’d come the second he touched my cock, but I didn’t care.

He grabbed my face and pulled me into a hungry, breathless kiss. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, his voice unsteady, and kissed me again.

“Your place?”

 

“Let’s go.”

 

A
S SOON
as his front door closed, we were in each other’s arms, kissing frantically as we struggled out of our clothes. Stumbling over clothes and each other, we started down the hall.

When he wrapped his fingers around my cock, my knees buckled, and I reached for the nearest piece of furniture for balance. He glanced to the side and grinned. “This will work as well as anywhere.”

I looked down, realizing I had grabbed his pool table for balance. He took advantage of my momentary distraction and used his body weight to push me up against the table. Before I could think, he dropped to his knees and my cock was in his mouth. All the way in his mouth.

Grabbing the table with my other hand, I braced myself, trying to stay standing. “Oh God,” I moaned. I had already been close to climaxing before we even made it through the door, but his mouth was going to put me over the edge. Everything he did was perfect. Fucking perfect. He knew just where and how to flick his tongue, squeezing with his lips here, circling with his tongue there, and he knew exactly when to deep-throat me to nearly knock my legs out from under me. When his hand joined, stroking in time with his mouth, I couldn’t hold back.

“Oh God, oh God, I’m—” But the words melted into a groan that crescendoed into a roar as I came. And still he sucked me, fucking me with his mouth until I couldn’t take anymore and somehow found the words and the will to beg him to stop.

I was breathless and shaking when he stood. He wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and I grabbed him, pulling him into a deep kiss. The sweet-saltiness of my own semen on his tongue made me weak.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he whispered.

I nodded, licking my lips as I savored the taste of his kiss. Of myself. I followed him into the bedroom, where we kicked off the last of our clothes before collapsing into bed together.

Lying on my back, I pulled him on top of me, putting my arms around him as we simply kissed for the longest time. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I still couldn’t believe that I was back in his arms. When he’d walked out of the club with the blonde on his arm, I had been sure he was gone. Yet here he was. Here I was.

He lifted himself over me and pressed his cock against me. The thought of sucking him just as he had done to me made my mouth water. I put my hands on his hips and raised my head to kiss him.

“I want to suck your cock,” I whispered. It should have been surreal and weird to say things like that, and maybe it would have been with any other man, but with Brandon, it only made sense. The very thought of not wanting to suck his cock was absurd.

“Do you?” he asked, his grin softening into another kiss. “Yes. Now.” I licked my lips, my hands shaking against him. “
Please
.”

“I love it when you get like this.” He dipped his head and kissed my neck again. “When you’re so turned on you’re shaking.”
“And you called me a tease.”

“You are a tease.” Sucking my earlobe into his mouth, he added, “And so am I.” He kissed below my ear, making a slow, spine-tingling circle with his tongue.

“Get on your back, or I will
put
you on your back,” I growled. He laughed, nipping the side of my neck. “I dare you.” “You dare me?”
“I do. If you want it that bad—” His shoulders rippled as he

shifted his weight and kissed the other side of my neck. “Come and get it.”

 

“I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

 

He snorted, the sharp breath hissing across my throat and making me shiver. “I’d like to see you try.”

 

I relaxed my grip on his hips. Exhaling, I said in a resigned tone, “I can’t. I don’t want to hurt you. Really.”

 

He furrowed his brow, searching my eyes as if to see if I was serious.

 

“Really.” I avoided his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He laughed, but his stance relaxed slightly. “Dustin, you’re not going to hurt me. I like it a bit rough sometimes.”

“I know, but—” I grabbed his shoulders and threw my weight into him, flipping both of us over in one quick motion. In the next instant, he was flat on his back, his arms pinned beside his head, his eyes wide.

“What the—”

I laughed, lowering myself enough to kiss him but keeping my mouth just out of his reach. “You shouldn’t let your guard down like that.”

He craned his neck, trying to kiss me, but I stayed out of his reach.

 

“You’re in bed with a Marine.” I kissed the underside of his jaw. “Don’t forget it.”

“Oh, believe me,” he growled, his entire body squirming beneath mine, “I
haven’t
forgotten.”
“Good.” I kissed him, then worked my way down his neck to his chest. My mouth watered at the mere thought of having my lips around him, but I took my time. I savored every inch of his body, circling first one nipple with my tongue, then the other, drawing the tip of my tongue along the grooves of his abs, watching his muscles quiver as I did. I kissed the top of his hipbone and let my fingertips drift down his abs, watching as even my gentlest touch made his back arch off of the bed.
I pressed my lips to his lower abdomen, as close as I could get to his cock without actually touching it, then again on the other side, letting my jaw just barely brush the hard shaft, grinning as his hips lifted toward me.

He propped himself up on his elbows and watched me, exhaling as I drew my tongue around his cock on his abdomen without touching it.

“Jesus, you’re a tease,” he said.
“And you love every minute of it.”

He moaned, reacting as if I’d touched him again, but I hadn’t done a thing. Then I realized it was my breath on his skin when I spoke. I blew on his skin, and he let his head fall back, his muscles trembling from just my breath.

Still watching his face, I blew on the base of his cock, slowly working my way up to the head. The look on his face—his lips parted, his eyes wide—had every inch of my body covered in goose bumps. I had always enjoyed watching a lover get turned on, watching the simplest touch send her into orbit, but every time Brandon tensed or shivered or even caught his breath, I felt like I’d found the holy grail. The only thing in the world that could possibly be sexier than Brandon turned on was Brandon in the throes of an orgasm.

Just the memory of his face when he had come in the parking lot sent chills down my spine, and I wanted to see it and feel it again.

I ran my tongue around the head of his cock. His hand was in my hair as I took more of him into my mouth, and every twitch of his fingers told me I was doing something right. I swept my tongue along the shaft, squeezed him with my lips—everything he had done for me. It was still unfamiliar to me, something I had only done a few times, but if I did anything clumsy or awkward, Brandon didn’t let on.

Raising myself over him, I steadied his cock with my hand, taking him into my mouth as slowly as I could, tasting and memorizing every ridge and contour of him. I wasn’t quite deep-throating him. Pushing my limits, yes, but I wasn’t ready for that yet.