A Marine and a Gentleman(10)

The kind of guy who will break my heart if I’m not careful…. But Liam had no intention of being careful. Maybe they only got this one night and he planned to make the most of it.

He knew the moment Brenden’s gaze landed on him. His mouth spread into that delicious, heart-pounding, know-something-you-don’t smile.

Yeah. Fuck careful.

Liam hit the elevator button and it opened with a ding just as Brenden arrived, as though it knew to be prompt. They rode up in silence, but every time Liam cut a look toward him, the Marine watched him with that same smile.

“Dude, you’re freaking me out.” He laughed as the doors opened and they strode out side by side.

“Just happy.” Brenden carried the overnight bag along with a lighter backpack Liam hadn’t noticed before.

“Yeah?” Their room was at the end of the hall. He’d upgraded to a nice suite—king size bed, Jacuzzi tub, private balcony—the works. He made enough money to splurge on luxury and spoil his man—that thought gave him pause. He’s not my anything…not yet.

He closed the door and Brenden’s arms came around him from behind, pulling him against his chest.

“You’re doing it again.” The low words murmured against his ear sent a shiver of awareness racing down his spine.

“Doing what?”

“Thinking. We don’t have to do anything tonight.” Brenden exhaled the words, not quite managing to mask the note of disappointment the offer must have prompted.

“Oh yes we do…and I’m allowed to think. It’s part of my process.”

“Yeah? How many steps ahead are we?” Brenden’s hands slid up and down his chest, rubbing small circles from Liam’s pectorals to his hips.

The teasing left his own cock aching, but the delicious sensations kept him from bitching about it. “Questions—how many times? How many positions? How experienced? What do you want to touch? And I’m betting my soul you’re a top.” His voice lowered, husky with need. “How much conversation do we need before I find out?”

Brenden chuckled against his ear and caught Liam’s earlobe in a kiss that was both sweet and intensely erotic. His erection pressed against Liam’s ass, their clothes doing nothing to disguise the Marine’s arousal. “Do you want me to tell you or show you?”

Oh, God…. His heart double-timed it. What did he want? He liked being in control, romancing his partners, soothing them, seducing them—but when he passed a hand over the front of Liam’s dress pants and stroked his dick through the material, his brain clicked off. “Show.” And that order held no trace of hesitation.

Brenden pushed Liam against the wall, gently, but without any room for argument. “Hands on the wall.” He murmured the order, delivered it with his tongue, tracing the whorls in Liam’s ear.

Yeah. He’s a top. Deep inside, Liam sighed—relaxing to the command and pressing his hands to the wall. It was a vulnerable position for someone used to being in control, but not with Brenden. He’d always held the power in their relationship.

He liked that Brenden knew what he wanted. Liked even more that he wasn’t shy about telling him, and adrenaline thrilled through him. Brenden reached around to unbutton his pants, tugging the zipper open with aggravating slowness. Liam wanted to shake his hips, but Brenden shoved his hands into the pants and slid them down, dropping to his knees behind him and taking the pants to the ground. He loosened the ties on his shoes and they came off, with the pants following.

“I would never have picked you for commando.” Brenden hummed in appreciation before kissing the back of one thigh and then the other.

Liam gritted his teeth. It was like being tortured by a feather. Brenden rubbed his palms over his ass and teased a finger down between the cheeks, spreading them.

“You’re killing me.” He rethought his position at the wall—he wanted to watch Brenden. Did they have a mirror?

“You said to show you what I wanted.” The words didn’t prepare Liam for the feel of his lips against his rim, the soft touch and the caress driving him crazy or the delicious sensation of his tongue against the hard ridge of clenched muscles. Brenden’s hand slid up the inside of his thigh and stroked the soft skin behind his balls. Between the mouth on his pucker and the fingers stroking his nuts, Liam’s legs locked up.

Holy crap. Brenden Fitzpatrick touched him—

He shook in anticipation, unable to contain the crash when the other man moved away. He started to turn, but Brenden pointed a finger at him. “Stay.”

He rifled through the bags a moment and then returned. Liam couldn’t bring himself to disobey again and glance over—the need for obedience adding to the delicious sense of abandon and rightness in the moment. It took only a moment before his partner came back. He brushed a kiss to the back of Liam’s neck, palmed his ass and rubbed a cheek. “Good man.”