One Night Stand (4 page)

He ran his hand across Teddy’s legs, trailing along the line of the muscle. Teddy felt his cock jerk up, swelling even more, jutting out from his groin. His back arched instinctively, and he gasped, an incoherent,
needy
sound. Marshall moved again, closer this time with his mouth back at Teddy’s ear, whispering, his words urgent, his voice hoarse. “It’s what
I
want, Teddy. You took charge last night, and it was fabulous. You made me come so hard, and it was the best time I can remember. I came twice. My dick aches just from the memory of it. You sucked me off, and then you fucked me, my dear Teddy, and it was
magnificent
.”

“Good God.” Teddy’s body was alive again with desire and need. He’d never been so aroused before, never heard anyone tell him such things.

“But more than that, I wanted you,” Marshall’s voice continued, lapping across Teddy’s nerves, following the path of the man’s fingertip caresses. “I wanted you, and I have done for months. Do you believe me? I
still
want you, Teddy. It’s all okay. This is just the beginning.”

In that moment, Teddy knew just how much he wanted Marshall in return. He turned his head so that his lips brushed Marshall’s cheek, and he traced a kiss on the browned flesh. His ran appreciatively down Marshall’s body, and he reached to pull himself closer. But sudden shock made him pause.

“I hurt you!” Teddy blurted it out. He couldn’t make it sound any less terrible, could he? He’d seen the dark discoloration on the taut skin of Marshall’s hip.
Shit
. He’d never raised a hand to anyone in sex play, never marked them. And to do that to Marshall, of all people….

Marshall growled from deep in his throat. “For God’s sake. Don’t be afraid of this. That’s not how I see you; that’s not how you truly are. Do you really think that’s all it’d take to hurt me? You have no idea.”

Teddy flushed. “No, I think we’ve both established that.”

Marshall leant over him, kissing him firmly, sucking Teddy’s words into his mouth and making them sound more like moans. “Magnificent,” he whispered. “But sometimes you’re a fool, Teddy Newman.”

“Yes,” Teddy muttered back. “I think I am.”

“But I like that in a man.” Marshall’s whispered laugh tickled its way across Teddy’s throat. “Give it a chance, Teddy.
Us
. Will you?”

Teddy swallowed heavily. He thought
please
might sound even more needy, but he couldn’t remember now why he’d ever wanted to leave all that neediness behind.

“So how do you feel about it?” Marshall was kissing the edge of his mouth. He was panting lightly.

“It?”

Marshall pulled himself up on his arms, gazing down at Teddy. His groin nudged against Teddy’s, pressing their cocks together. “I want us to fuck again. And maybe
again
after that. I want to use you, and you must use me. We can set our own rules.” He bent down and nipped at Teddy’s shoulder, just a little too hard to be playful.

Teddy felt the thrill run all the way down his body. “That sounds damned good.”

“Do you mean it?”

Teddy felt that rush of excitement and relief again. “Oh God, yes.” He reached up and tugged Marshall down for a kiss. Dammit, the taste was as good as he remembered. Better than the dream. Better than… He pulled back suddenly. “Ugh. Morning breath. Marshall, God, after the champagne and everything—”

“Shut up. I’m probably no better. You think I’m letting go of you now?” Marshall laughed and pushed back against him, his tongue sliding once again into Teddy’s mouth. Teddy didn’t think the morning breath
thing
was any problem at all. Actually, he didn’t think much about anything at that moment, he was too busy feeling good. He tightened his arms around Marshall and felt the warm pressure of the other man’s cock against his thigh.

Marshall grunted. “You don’t want me to fetch the rest of the bottle, do you? It won’t taste too good by now, though you carried it all the way up here with us last night.”

“Did I?” Teddy felt a bubble of laughter in his throat. “A gift from Secret Santa, they said.”

“Don’t tell me you still believe in Santa?”

“I believe in anything or anyone that brings me a gift like this,” Teddy said quite simply.

Marshall stilled in his arms. “Dear God,” he said very quietly. “You’re no fool at all.”

Teddy nuzzled his face against the crook of Marshall’s neck. Excitement was coiling deep in his belly again, goose bumps running along his skin. “Marshall, did you order the champagne for us?”
For me
?

But Marshall shook his head. “I wish I had. To treat you, of course. But also, if I’d known the effect it’d have on you….”

Teddy laughed. “Maybe we’ll never know where it came from. Or maybe it
was
Santa.” When Marshall rolled his eyes, Teddy leaned up and whispered in his ear, “You said you had condoms. Plural?”

Marshall moaned. His eyes sparkled in anticipation. “Yes. A couple left.”

Teddy frowned. “I expect total honesty from a senior manager, you know.”

Marshall flushed. “Maybe more than a couple.”

“Good. I’ll need them,” Teddy replied. A fierce kind of power flowed through him, mixing up the sexual thrill of Marshall in his bed with the delight of just
being
with Marshall, with their familiarity. Their banter.
Their bodies
. “But first… about that morning breath business. I could do with it someplace else.”

Marshall chuckled, pushed Teddy on to his back, and wriggled his way down the bed. Teddy groaned when Marshall’s mouth slid over his cock. Groaned
loudly
. But he wasn’t going to worry about the fact he’d never made much noise during sex before. Why the hell should he? Especially when Marshall’s lips tightened on him, his tongue dragging up and down the shaft. Hot and rough, licking over the slit and then down again. His teeth grazed Teddy but only very slightly; his lips tugged at the curled hairs at the base of his dick. Teddy’s dream flickered to life in his mind again, but this time it was so much better. He could appreciate and savor the passion that spiked in his belly, uncurling itself as if it had been sleeping but was now wide awake and demanding its due. It was just like those wild old days when he’d been at college…

But yes,
oh God
, so much better!

Marshall was breathing very heavily. He continued to suck, and he slid his hand under Teddy’s ass, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin of his taint. One fingertip dragged along a thin, soft trail of saliva, dampening him. “Teddy….”

“No.” Teddy spoke quietly but firmly. As Marshall’s eyes widened, he steeled his voice even further. “Roll over for me.” He met Marshall’s gaze. “If that’s what you want.”

The flush on Marshall’s face and the sudden flame of need in his eyes was fabulous to see. Teddy rolled Marshall over on to his belly, enjoying the sound of his soft moans. He spread open Marshall’s legs and settled on his knees between them. When Marshall arched up his hips, Teddy ran his mouth down the line of the man’s spine. Sleep-flushed skin, warm and salty. He prised open Marshall’s buttocks, licking carefully down between them, where the smell was hot and masculine and the sparse hairs tickled his nose.

“Oh
God
, Teddy.”

Teddy laughed. That was his line, surely? Marshall gasped and groaned as Teddy’s tongue flickered around his puckered entrance. His outstretched arm fumbled with things on the bedside table and flicked a condom package on to the bed. A bottle of massage oil followed, settling by Teddy’s knee, the hotel crest displayed on the front.

This is just the beginning.

“Please,” Marshall whispered.

Teddy was physically tired. He was also emotionally drained and still a little confused, but he was fiercely aroused again. He rolled on the condom and slicked himself up, then slid an arm under Marshall’s belly and pulled his hips toward him. Marshall braced himself and spread his legs apart for Teddy to move closer. Teddy pushed into his new lover, the sensations familiar from the night before, yet fresh with the promise of the new morning. And hopefully so many more to come.

“I won’t break, Teddy,” Marshall whispered. “Don’t hold back.”

Teddy had no intention of it. “I think I’ve had enough of talking now,” he grunted. “Be quiet and let me find out what else Secret Santa has for me.”

Marshall gasped, and his gorgeous body shuddered with anticipation, his ass tightening around Teddy.

You’re no fool at all
, he’d said.

Whether he was a fool or not, Teddy thought fleetingly, it didn’t really matter. Because he was a needy, greedy, damned happy one.

Oh
God
, yes!

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About the Author

Clare London
took her pen name from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fueled family home, she juggles her writing with the weekly wash, waiting for the far distant day when she can afford to give up her day job as an accountant.

She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with novels and short stories published both online and in print. She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, she’s happy. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic, and sexy characters.

Clare currently has several novels sulking at that tricky chapter three stage and plenty of other projects in mind… she just has to find out where she left them in that frenetic, testosterone-fueled family home.

Visit Clare’s web site at http://www.clarelondon.co.uk and her blog at http://clarelondon.livejournal.com/.

Copyright

One Night Stand ©Copyright Clare London, 2009

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Released in the United States of America

December 2009

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