Discovering Dalton (Manchester Menage Collection #2) (11 page)

“But your own is?” Liam ran calloused fingertips down Dalton’s neck, watching the cute goosebumps break out on his skin. “It’s not important unless it’s your own?”

“No… I just… I'm not denying anything, that’s just how it is.”

“So, me holding you like this. The fact I'm hard over your sexy body and thinking about doing dirty things to your arse… that doesn’t bother you?”

Dalton shrugged off Liam’s touch and glared at him as he spun around, now chest to chest, those blue eyes staring firmly into Liam's.

Liam could see the hesitation, the confusion. Dalton obviously had no idea what was going on, but his body did. Liam could feel it in the hardness of Dalton’s cock brushing against his thigh, see it in the tenting of the towel around his hips. “You like this.” Liam’s voice was low and gruff, filled with the need pulsing between them. He was so close, hot wisps of air were floating over Dalton’s lips as he spoke.

“No.” Dalton backed up into the lockers, blue eyes now frantic and wide, breathing faster, his still damp chest rising and falling too quickly, brushing up against Liam’s own hot flesh with every lungful as Liam stalked him.

“You say that, but your cock says something else. It said it the last time you watched me in the shower. It screamed at me in the bar last week. Don’t you think I can see how I affect you?” Liam nudged his own stiff length into Dalton's, a whine hissing through those full lips of his. “Dee, I don’t have to feel your cock to know how excited I make you. Your whole body reaches out for me. Your eyes…” Liam looked into those cerulean blue wells and lost himself for a moment. “Those fucking eyes.” Liam moved closer. “Dee, I fucking love your eyes.”

Liam’s mouth got so close to Dalton's the feeling of his hot breath was panting over his own, but he waited, pausing, not wanting to push him. “You’ve never been with a man?”

“No,” Dalton moaned softly, his lips touching Liam’s as he spoke.

“Never been touched by a man?” Liam kissed the corner of Dalton’s lips with a feather light movement.

“No.” Dalton was even quieter.

“Never kissed a man?” Liam kissed his jaw, pressing a little harder.

“No,” Dalton whimpered softly.

“Never wanted to be with a man?” Liam ran his lips down Dalton’s jaw, placing an open-mouthed kiss on his neck before sucking the pulsing vein in his neck.

“No,” Dalton moaned the word out that time.

Liam moved back to those full lips, hovering in front of Dalton and looking into his eyes. Their lips seemed to be closer and Liam smiled. He hadn't moved, Dalton had come to him. “You want me?”

Dalton breathed harder, but didn’t say anything.

“I'm not going to take anything. I want you to give it to me, Baby.” Liam made sure to linger over Dalton’s lips, his hips now flush with Dalton’s, their cocks rubbing together under their clothing. Liam wanted nothing more than to force their lips together, clash hard and fast. He wanted to own that first kiss, to kiss him so fucking good he’d shoot because of it. “Tell me, Dee. Tell me you want me and you’ve got me.”

Dalton turned his head, taking a few deep breaths.

Liam took the opportunity to kiss his throat. “I want you. I've wanted you for so long. Feel how much I need you, Dee.” He rutted against Dalton’s thigh. Liam’s thick cock was achingly hard and so stiff the wet jeans he was wearing hurt.

“Liam…” Dalton shook beside him, his body arching into Liam’s.

“You want this,” Liam whispered softly against Dalton’s throat, lips caressing the burning flesh under them.

“Yes,” Dalton gasped out through heavy breaths, letting Liam grab his arse, hoisting Dalton into his cock.

“Say it louder, Baby.” Liam rocked into Dalton’s cock. He could feel him getting closer in how tense his body was, how hard his chest heaved, the way his blood pounded through his veins.

“Liam…” Dalton threw himself back against the lockers, eyes damp and rimmed red, mouth open.

Liam found himself pausing, his movements stopping. This wasn’t just a game. This was real, and the fear in those pretty eyes made Liam hate himself. “Dalton, Baby…”

Dalton moved forward, their lips on each other’s—hot and wet, hard, and filled with a hunger which Liam had never experienced before. He growled as he hit Dalton's body with his own, the metal lockers shaking under the force, Dalton’s wrists pinned in Liam’s grip as he hoisted them above Dalton’s head, Liam’s body now laying claim to this sexy man.

His
fucking man. Right then, that’s all Liam could feel running through his veins.

MINE
.

The word echoed around in his brain, vibrating through him with such a ferocity it scared Liam.

Mine
. Liam repeated it over and over as he claimed Dalton’s sexy, desperate mouth. When Dalton opened his lips, Liam tasted him for the first time—both of them moaning, Dalton arching into him, his body shuddering. He was so painfully close for Liam.

“Come, Baby.”

Dalton came hard, their mouths parting, head thrown back, his cock shooting off into the towel still around his hips. “Liam!”

“Oh, shit, Dee.”

Liam tugged his cock free, jerking off as he clashed his lips against Dalton’s again. His cock was leaking so much it wet his fist thrusting over his hard length, feeling himself swell, his balls pull up. He hurt with the strength of need running through him for Dalton. The movement from his hand shook Dalton's towel free just in time for Liam to shoot over his creamy skin. “Dalton! Oh shit, Baby.”

Liam leaned forward, his head finding a sweet resting place on Dalton's shoulder, spreading wet kisses over his clammy flesh as they both came down.

All too soon, Dalton’s hands were on his chest, pushing him away. “That shouldn’t have happened.” Dalton grabbed the towel from the floor wiping himself down. “I don’t even know
how
it happened.” He began ripping his clothes from his bag. “It won't happen again.”

“Dee.” Liam tried to touch him, but he was thrown off him.

“Don’t touch me. Just… don’t. All I want is to get dressed and get the fuck out of here.”

“Okay.” Liam held his hands up before tucking his cock back in his jeans. “I'm not pushing.”

“You just fucking did.” Dalton pointed at the locker which they’d just vacated and grunted.

“Everything I did, you wanted from me. You’ve wanted it for a long time.”

“I haven’t.” Dalton shoved his legs into his jeans, not looking at Liam.

“I want you to stay, or come with me for a chat.”

“Not a chance.” Dalton stood up, pulling on his sunny yellow Ralph Lauren polo t-shirt which fit him even better than the sexy pink one he wore the last time they met.

“Dee.” Liam took Dalton’s hand, and feeling the shakes come from it made him ache. “Please.” He tilted Dalton’s chin back and looked into those perplexing blue eyes again. “You're not involved with anyone, right?”

“No.” Dalton was back to that quiet whisper again.

“I'm not either. There's just you and me. No one has to know.”

Dalton groaned softly. “Please, Liam.”

“Just one drink. Shit, we can even do it here. I have a few beers in the fridge, if you like? It will be just us two, working out late in here. No one’s going to see us, no gossip. Just you.” He kissed Dalton lightly on the cheek. “And me.” He kissed him again, closer to his mouth. “Just this thing between us.” That time he kissed him on the lips, a groan making it out from his lips as soon as they touched. “Ah shit.” Liam stepped back, his cock already feeling frisky.

Liam grabbed hold of Dalton’s hand and held it over his cock. “See what you do to me.”

“Yes.” Dalton looked into his eyes.

“It’s not one way, Dee.”

“It’s just… I've never…” Dalton removed his hand. “I've only ever been with one person before and she was my wife. She left me three weeks ago. I don’t know what I'm doing. I've never…” He glanced over to the lockers again. “I've never felt anything like that before. How you kissed me…” Dalton looked back to Liam. “I've never wanted… I'm not a sexual person. I never have been, but with you… Fuck!” Dalton dragged his fingers over his short cropped hair. “You're driving me crazy, Liam. You have been since I saw you in the shower.”

“Not before?” Liam cupped Dalton’s chin, looking right into his eyes. He’d seen looks from him, caught glances. There was something there. They always had been. Before, Liam thought it was just what he’d wanted to see in Dalton. Having a crush on a straight guy does that to a man, but now, Liam was reassessing those looks.

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

“Kiss me, Dalton.”

Dalton paused, looking at his mouth. Liam kept still, rolling his thumb over those tempting lips. Dalton moved closer, placing a soft kiss on his mouth. Liam had never felt such a tender touch before. It was so sweet, so innocent, like his first kiss in high school, but he guessed that’s what this was for Dalton, his first kiss, the first one he’d taken charge of anyway.

“Hmm, Dee. You taste as sweet as sugar, Baby, and I have a big sweet tooth.”

Chapter
12

D
alton took the beer from Liam with shaking hands and sat back on the black leather sofa. They were in a room he’d never been in before, a staff room set up with a small kitchenette and a lounge area for breaks.

“Thanks.” He watched Liam sit on the other end of the sofa, feeling grateful for the space between them and smiling at him for the nice gesture.

“S’okay. I'm not pushing. I'm just—I won't say I’m here as just your friend, ‘cos I want more.” Liam grinned at him. “But I'm not going to demand it from you. I get how difficult this is for you. I don’t have the added pressure of being in your job. I guess it’s not easy being gay and working in that environment, and I've always known I like men, so I don’t have that experience either, but I know how tough it can be to… want a man.” He’d paused over what to say at the end, not mentioning gay or bi.

Dalton understood his confusion, he shared it. He had no idea what he was. Didn’t know if it mattered if he fit into a box or could label himself as something. “I'm sorry I didn’t know about your sexuality. It really doesn’t bother me at all what people get up to in bed. I don’t even take time out to try and guess. You’re just you, it was me and the shower and my own confusion which bugged me.”

“I get it. And that’s a good thing, Dee.”

“How old were you when you knew? Am I missing something, have I always been missing something? Why didn’t I see this before?”

“Did you love you wife?”

“Sure. I still do.” Dalton took a drink from his bottle, not looking up from the floor. It was love, not like he felt in the beginning, not like he’d felt in a long time. It was… sisterly? “It’s not like it was. It changed along the way and I didn’t even notice until she pointed it out to me a few months ago. I was so selfish. I’d no idea things had become so bad. We just…” Dalton threw himself back on the sofa and looked to Liam. “Guess how long it’s been since we had sex?”

Liam pursed his lips together, then seemed to be thinking hard. “I dunno. Before you broke up?”

“Yeah.”

“Six months?”

“Three years.” Dalton laughed at the open-mouthed shock on Liam’s face.

“You went three whole years without sex? How?”

“You have a lot, huh?”

“Sort of, not really.” Liam twirled the bottle in his fingers. “I don’t really see anyone full time.” He paused, taking a drink from his beer. “So, I guess I have a lot less than people in a relationship. I go out at the weekend, not every weekend.” Liam chuckled. “I haven’t had sex in a month. I can go longer.” He glanced up into Dalton’s eyes. “I'm a big shit really. I like random hook-ups with men I forget the day after.”

“Oh…” Dalton felt a little ice run down his spine.

“You're not one of them.”

“Right.”

“No, you're not.” Liam shifted closer to him. “You're different.”

“Why? Fresh meat? Untouched and ripe for the picking?” Dalton brushed off his touch with a glare.

“No.” Liam chuckled. “Fresh meat? Honestly. How much of a prick do you think I am?” Liam’s body was right back against Dalton’s, hard and heavy. Everything Dalton had never experienced before.

“You’re saying the fact I've never been with a man doesn’t turn you on?” Dalton raised a brow, not believing that for a moment.

“No,” Liam spoke slowly, wrapping an arm around Dalton’s shoulders as his lips moved dangerously closer. “It does turn me on.” His voice had dropped, lower and gruffer, and those full lips were brushing feather light kisses down Dalton’s jaw, heading to his throat. “I want to own every single first from you.”

Liam found the same spot on Dalton’s neck, right where he could feel Dalton’s pulse bursting through his skin as his heart beat faster, the bristles from Liam’s chin scratching the tender area and sending shockwaves of lust and apprehension through Dalton.

“My firsts?” Dalton was going to move back, but instead, he found strong, calloused fingers gripping the back of his neck. His head was pulled backwards and his throat was now fully exposed for more of those kisses which had him near cardiac arrest.

“Your first kiss, your first orgasm, I got those already.” Liam’s gravelly voice, the deepness to his timbre, it had Dalton hard and craving more. “I want to be the first man to touch your cock, to have my cock in your hand, to suck you, to own this mouth when I press my cock through those lips. To feel you come when I slip my fingers inside you. To watch that virgin arse take my cock.”

Liam was working around his jaw again, heading for his lips and Dalton was too rigid with the conflicting emotions inside him to take control of his own body and act. Liam pulled back an inch, just enough to look into Dalton’s eyes, and he half smiled, the one Dalton had seen so many times over the months they’d known each other, but this time, it had something else. Something new and secretive just for them.

Liam placed a kiss so softly on the corner of his lips it made Dalton push back into him, searching for more, needing to feel those lips on his. “I want to own every moan and whimper, every second of your pleasure. I want all those things, Dalton.”

“Okay.” Dalton took in a deep breath. When Liam gave them another inch of breathing space, he tried to think through everything without his cock and his underused libido making the decisions. “That sounds pretty much like you’re using me then fucking off.”

“What exactly would you like me to say to you?” Liam chuckled, still holding the back of Dalton’s neck, massaging him softly with his large fingers. His honey-coloured eyes looked so intently into Dalton’s own, his breathing stilled in his chest as he looked away, not knowing what he should do about the whole fucked up situation. “Should I say I'm looking for a deep and meaningful relationship? You want me to court you old school and ask your daddy for permission?”

“No, snarky fucker.” Dalton pushed Liam’s hand away, but the smile on his face gave him away. “Look, I'm not looking for that either, just so we’re on the same page. I just got out of a long term relationship, and I’m nowhere near ready for another one. I'm not even sure I can do this.” He motioned between them. “Whatever
this
is. I just don’t want to fuck things up between us. I actually like you—okay, so I hate you too, but I'm sure everyone you train hates you at some point.”

“They do,” Liam said proudly.

“Yeah, well, I like this gym and you, and you're mates with Milo and Danny so… I don’t want things to get funky between us if we… I don’t know, do stuff.”

“It won't get weird, I promise. Just friends with benefits for a while until things peter out. I'm not looking for a regular playmate. But us sharing times like these, going for drinks like last week and training here, there’s no harm in that. It will be new for me too. I've never done that before.”

“You really don’t see them more than once?”

“Nope.”

“That’s truly strange, you know. Why?”

“I'm not a one person man. I've got no time for all the hassle of a relationship.”

“No love?”

Liam paused. “No, I… have love, just not like boyfriend love.”

“I had love and no sex.” Dalton grinned at him.

“Yeah, that’s kinda what I have, but I get sex elsewhere.”

Dalton frowned. “You have a man you love but don’t screw?”

“Yeah.” Liam snorted as he moved closer, the two inch gap now gone again, along with any chance of keeping Dalton’s mind off the large, powerful body now crowding him. “Not what you're thinking, Dee. I guess it’s similar to your relationship with the ex. No sex, plenty of love, nothing else.”

“Liam.” Dalton shuddered as he felt those big fingers run down his spine, Liam’s body now so close it was pressing up against him again.

“So, you’ve never felt like a sexual person before?”

“No.” Dalton stiffened when he felt Liam’s hand on his thigh, his beer bottle being taken from his hand and placed on the floor.

“Do you jerk off?”

“Why?” Dalton had two big hands on his chest, his back connecting to the sofa and Liam was hovering over him.

“I jerk off, as you know.” Liam smiled. “It’s no big deal. Do you?”

“Yes.”

“You could pull off but not fuck her?”

“I didn’t say I couldn’t. It just didn’t happen.”

“Any idea why?”

“No.” Dalton moaned as his thighs were opened by Liam's knee. Dalton half attempted to stop him by pressing a hand flat against his chest, but just stopping there, feeling the muscles under his palm and just lying in awe of how much Liam turned him inside out.

“Do you watch porn?” Liam’s knee pressed against his cock, leaning further over him, hand braced on the arm of the sofa behind Dalton’s head.

“Yes, sometimes. It’s not gay if that’s what you're aiming at.”

“And when you watch it, what turns you on the most? Give me some ideas here, Dee.” Liam brushed his palm over the swelling in Dalton's jeans, his touch so firm and hard, and his hand so much bigger than Dalton was used to, cupping his cock and balls in one go.

“I just…” He moaned as Liam’s heavy body weight fully laid over him, his cock now flush with Dalton’s, their clothing becoming the only thing separating them. “I like to watch them fuck.”

“Specifics, Dee.”

“I like to watch their cocks slide inside their wet cunts, okay.”

“You like the cunt or the cock?”

Dalton paused, his breath halting and his mind confused again. “I don’t know, both.”

“You're lying. Think about what you watch, think about how hard you get. Do you look at their size, their veins, the curve of their cock, how their balls swing and bounce, how they touch themselves? What about their bodies? Do you watch how hard and muscular they are? How they look when they shoot? Wonder what it would feel like to touch, to taste?”

“Liam!” Dalton shook as Liam kissed him again. He wanted to stop, to think about everything Liam said, but his mind was busy enjoying the moment and everything else went out of the window.

“Let’s test it out.” Liam unbuttoned Dalton’s jeans, sliding his own zipper down at the same time. Dalton shook his head and got hushed instantly. “Don’t panic, Dee. You're just going to watch.”

“I'm not. I don’t really think I can.” Dalton was blushing like a… Okay, like a virgin, which was really what the moment called for.

“Just watch.”

Dalton's cock was free and embarrassingly standing upright, pointing to the ceiling, and even more embarrassing, it was wet, glistening in the low lights of the room.

“You’ve got a beautiful cock. Nice and pink, uncut too. Foreskins are so much fun.” Liam ran his fingertip from Dalton’s balls to his tip, rolling his thumb over the glistening wetness of Dalton’s precum, continuing to tug his own cock free from his shorts. “You're a good size. Perfect. I'm a bit bigger.” He winked at Dalton. “Don’t freak out when you see it. I'm not rushing you into anything.”

Dalton slid his gaze to Liam’s thighs, watching as he pulled his cock free. He sucked in a deep breath when he saw Liam's thick length laid on his palm. “Shit, Liam.” He was big. Looking at it next to his own, he was a lot bigger.

“Now, don’t freak out, and don’t feel like you have something to prove, Dee. We all come in different sizes. Mine is just a plus size boy.”

“That will never fit in any part of me.” Dalton was one hundred percent sure about that.

Liam chuckled. “You'd be surprised, Dee. This would fit in any part of you if I took the time to make you ready for me. I'm not selfish. I take my time. I love foreplay.” Liam opened his thighs wider, his balls heavy and swinging between his legs.

Fuck, even his balls were big, covered in dark hair. He was trimmed so it was short and it showcased his length even more. Dalton watched as he pulled back his foreskin, revealing the darker skin of his head, shiny and shaped like a helmet, round and with a thick ridge to it. Like Dalton, he was leaking, rolling his thumb over his slit before following the tight skin underneath his cock.

“Hmm, you like this, Dalton?”

He didn’t answer, he didn’t have to. Dalton’s cock did all the talking by standing right up against his stomach.

“Baby, you're so hard. Like me. What do you think of my cock?”

Dalton's throat went dry and he flashed his gaze up to Liam's eyes. “It’s pretty.”

“Pretty?”

“Big, long… frightening?”

Liam laughed again. “Try not to be put off. It’s not going anywhere near you. Just watch me.”

Dalton laid still, afraid if he moved, Liam would stop or he would come. Liam’s gaze was on Dalton as he stroked himself from root to tip, pulling his heavy balls with the other, rolling them in his hand. It made Dalton ache to touch himself and he fisted his hands beside him.

“Touch yourself. You must be must hurting. I can see how much you need it.”

Dalton worked up his courage and took hold of his cock, having to grip his base tightly to stop one touch from thrusting him over the edge.

Liam kissed his neck, sucking on the pounding vein there and teasingly rubbing his body up and down the whole length of Dalton. “Look how turned on you are for me. You're so responsive. I like it. I like being able to get you so close so fast.”