He wanted to preen under the attention.
“Now, you tell me if this is too much.” Brenden stroked two fingers against his anus. He’d slicked them with some kind of lubricant. The vibration of excitement shivered through Liam again.
“I’m good. Fuck that….” He exhaled the last words in a rush as Brenden stroked the hard ring of muscles, easing his finger inside. Brenden paused at the gasp, but Liam shook his head. “No—keep going—better than good.” He couldn’t seem to catch his breath. It was intense, intimate and so gentle that he could barely control his own reactions. His cock stiffened out like a flag, and his balls ached.
What the hell would he do if Brenden shoved his dick into him?
A low laugh wheezed out when Brenden worked a second finger past the rim and Liam leaned back, bending into the touch. They so should have gotten naked first…the world narrowed down to the strokes and insistent stretching. Brenden added gentle caresses from his hip to his balls, and back up along his spine, sending electricity surging out to every nerve.
“I’m going to come if you don’t hurry the fuck up….” Liam warned. He hadn’t been so ready to explode just from someone fingering his ass since before college. He was a man who liked to play, but Brenden had him wound up.
The Marine kissed the back of his neck and maneuvered his free hand around to stroke Liam’s hard cock, starting at the base and gliding up to the tip.
“Oh, shit.” Liam’s balls drew up tight and with his second stroke, Brenden added a third finger, stretching him full. Between the hand stroking him and the fingers pushing inside him, Liam’s eyes crossed. “I want us to come together….” He could hardly make his tongue cooperate to form the words. “Suit up.”
With another chuckle against his throat, Brenden pulled his hands away. Liam leaned on the wall for support, every limb trembling. The sound of a zipper skated over his senses followed by the tear of foil. “I don’t want to hurry.”
Brenden was at his back and his cock slid between Liam’s cheeks, resting there.
His heart pounded, his breathing shallow, and his body primed. He’d never been so ready for another man—and not just any man. Brenden’s palm glided down the length of his cock, and pre-cum beaded along the head. He molded to Liam’s hips and then pressed his cock in, shallow, teasing pumps past the ring of muscles already stretched from his fingers.
Thank God for whoever taught him that…. Some man, somewhere in the world, took the time to teach Brenden those little tricks, and Liam welcomed every single one as they turned him inside out. The sting of the initial entry gave way to the seductive burn that sent him tumbling to a good place. The warm strokes of Brenden’s hand pitched him right toward orgasm. He shifted his legs, stretching to accommodate the wonderful thickness filling him and pushed back, impaled on Brenden’s cock and taking him deeper.
It was Brenden’s turn to let out a hard, harsh breath. Testing the man’s control, Liam rocked forward, thrusting into Brenden’s hand and back onto his dick. They were short pumps, the positioning awkward for Brenden, but Liam writhed in the sensation, pressure fucking him from both sides.
Somehow, they went from being at the wall to the bed and he fell against the edge of it without breaking the connection. He would lose everything shortly. “Be close….” He mouthed the words and breathed out hard.
It was already too late for Liam, his balls dragged up tight and he came in a hard, shooting jet.
Brenden’s thrusts increased, the fire lighting him up—Liam swore he could almost feel his cock expand, hardening, until he came with a shout and collapsed against Liam’s back. He tried to hold them both up—but damn the man was an iron weight dragging him down into a pit of pleasure and he flattened against the bed, exulting in the wicked connection between them.
His eyes drifted closed as he rode the sensations right into oblivion. He always slept right after a good orgasm, and exhaustion dragged him down too swiftly. Best fuck ever….
Chapter Four
Brenden rolled over, careful to not to wake the sound asleep Liam. He brushed the man’s cheek indulgently. He’d heard of guys who passed out in those few moments after orgasm—orgasm-induced narcolepsy was what the guys called it. But he’d never met one. His muscles trembled from the release, a euphoric lethargy creeping through his blood. Disposing of the condom, he washed his hands and grabbed a couple of bottles of water. He took the time to strip off the rest of his clothes before sprawling on the bed and watching his old friend sleep.