Guarded Desires (14 page)

Chris drew in a slow breath. “Don’t go.”

Cold contempt cut through Liev’s wretched need. “You need me to guard you while you’re getting head? Sure. No worries, boss.”

“I don’t…” Chris sucked in another breath. His chest heaved. “That’s not what I want.”

A vise compressed Liev’s temple. He didn’t say a word.

Bethany walked toward him, her hips undulating with each slow step. “I know what he wants, Liev.”

Liev narrowed his eyes. “And what’s that, love?”

A small smile curled her lips. She reached for the buttons on his shirt. “This.”

He didn’t move. His over-wrought mind kept him rooted to the spot. When she slipped her hands under the crisp white cotton and slid his shirt from his shoulders, his arms, he couldn’t stop his stare sliding to Chris.

“And this.” She released his belt, lowered his fly and pushed his tuxedo trousers to the ground.

He didn’t stop her.

Nor did he stop her when she inched his boxer briefs down over his hips.

Instead, he stared at Chris. Watched the man watching his flesh, his erection, be revealed to the night.

Instead, he remained a statue. Imprisoned not just by the open desire smoldering in Chris’s eyes, but by the foolish hope that what he so desperately ached for was truly about to become a reality.

He watched Chris move toward him. Watched him close the distance between them. Watched him stop but a breath away.

“It’s not guarding I need from you, Liev,” Chris said, his voice a low murmur. “It’s this.”

He reached out and wrapped his fingers around Liev’s aching cock, dragged his thumb over its distended, weeping head, and the last vestiges of Liev’s tenuous control shattered.

His mouth crushed Liev’s. There was no holding back. For Chris, holding back, second-guessing, hesitation and confusion no longer existed. He wanted the Australian like no other living soul he’d ever met and was done denying it.

The whole time Bethany’s mouth and tongue and teeth had worked his cock, he’d imagined them Liev’s. The whole time. Even when he’d tried to accept the reality—that it was his personal assistant giving him head, his female personal assistant—his body, his mind, his
heart
had rejected it and told him it was Liev.

Liev. And he didn’t want it any other way.

He swiped his tongue in Liev’s mouth, squeezing and kneading Liev’s impressively thick and long erection as he did so. The man groaned into his mouth, meeting the ravenous ferocity of the kiss with equal hunger.

Their teeth clicked. Their lips slid together. Chris pumped Liev’s shaft, his grip tight. Strong fingers joined his, the rough callouses telling him they belonged to the man he wanted more than breath. He moaned, capturing Liev’s tongue to suck on it with greedy force as he allowed Liev to guide his fist up and down his cock.

To his left, a low sigh caressed the night. Bethany. “Well done, boys. I’ll be back.”

A part of Chris wanted to pull away from Liev’s lips, to thank his assistant for what she’d done before she left. He had no delusions now it had been part of her plan. He’d suspected all along she’d had an agenda. The second Liev had entered the house on that first day, a lifetime ago, she’d begun to bring them together. Why, he didn’t know. When he was done losing himself to the absolute perfection of kissing Liev, of fucking Liev with his hand, he’d ask. But not now. Now all he wanted was the Australian.

The man’s rigid cock was like steely velvet against his palm. It burned his flesh. He pumped faster, Liev’s fingers governing the speed. The pressure.

Chris’s head spun. He tore his mouth from the kiss, dragging it over the rough angle of Liev’s chin. Tiny bristles rasped at his lips, the sensation flooding his balls with molten delight. Who would have thought a five o’clock shadow could arouse him so fucking much?

But it did. He explored Liev’s chin, his jaw, reveling in the friction of stubble under the tip of his tongue. It was so male, so foreign to Chris’s senses. With each lick, his cock pulsed and jerked. With each pulse and jerk of his cock, he squeezed Liev’s massive length harder.

“Fuck, yes,” the Australian groaned. “You have no idea…how much…” He stopped, his breath turning to a ragged gasp, his hips bucking forward as Chris scraped his thumb over the tip of his cock.

The jolting move rammed Liev’s hips and thighs to Chris’s. Stars of exquisite heat shot through Chris at the delicious contact. He nipped at Liev’s chin, sliding his other hand over the man’s smooth, warm hip to grab his ass.

Firm muscles bunched under his palm. Another moan vibrated in Liev’s chest. Fueled by the raw desire in the sound—and needing to feel their bodies together again—Chris released Liev’s rigid length and hauled Liev’s hips to his.

Their thighs rubbed. Their cocks slid together. Fresh stars erupted in Chris’s head as the warm pressure of Liev’s balls pressed to his. He reached for the man’s chin, holding it with shaky fingers as he plunged his tongue back into Liev’s mouth.

Liev did just what he wanted. He captured Chris’s tongue and sucked on it. Hard. Lines of painful pleasure speared through Chris, sinking into the pit of his belly, knotting around his engorged shaft.

Fingers scraped at his shoulders, his scalp. When Liev yanked a fistful of his hair and pulled his head backward, tearing the kiss apart, he protested on a raw moan.

The Australian laved his throat, his Adam’s apple with his tongue, all the while rolling his hips faster.

Chris couldn’t breathe. The sensations building in him from Liev’s cock stroking against his stole any hope of doing anything but surrendering. He raked his fingers over the bunched muscles of Liev’s ass again, grinding harder into Liev’s thrusts. If anyone had told Chris dry humping a naked man would electrify him more than being inside a woman’s tight, wet pussy he would have laughed at them. But he wasn’t laughing now. He was moaning and panting and begging for—

Liev stepped backward.

Away from Chris.

Chris snapped his eyes open. He sucked in a sharp breath, staring at the man before him.

Liev’s nostrils flared. His chest heaved. The powerful sight—Liev fighting his desire, barely in control—filled Chris’s mouth with saliva. Made his knees weak. “I have to know you’re sure, Chris,” Liev said on a shaky breath. “I can’t do this if you’re going to hate yourself after. I want you so fucking much I’m in pain standing here, but I’ll walk away if you’re not sure.”

Chris let a small grin play with his lips. “If you walk away, I’m calling the bodyguard guild and having you flogged.”

Liev shook his head. “I’m serious, Chris. I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you say you’re sure. That you’re not just caught in an adrenaline rush. That this isn’t just a thing you’re trying out for an upcoming role. I need to hear you say you want me. As much as I want you.”

“I…”

Chris couldn’t pull his stare from Liev. Oh boy, could he say it?

Liev’s nostrils flared. “I need to hear it, Huntley. Or I—”

Chris stepped toward him. “I want you, Liev Reynolds.” He reached out with his hand, feathering the tips of his fingers over Liev’s pecs, across one taut nipple. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Liev’s nostrils flared again. “Good. ’Cause I want that thick, hard cock of yours in my mouth now.”

He snatched at Chris’s wrists, hauled him back to his body and dropped to his knees.

Ungentle fingers wrapped Chris’s length. He cried out, liquid need surging into his balls.

“Tell me to suck your cock, Chris.” Liev’s order was hoarse. Strained.

Chris dropped his head, gazing down at Liev kneeling at his feet. The man’s hot breath fanned over the distended head of Chris’s penis like a million licks of warmth.

A shudder rocked through Chris and he pulled in a wobbly breath. “Suck my cock, Liev.”

Without preamble or hesitation, Liev closed his lips around the bulbous rim of Chris’s cock and sucked.

Concentrated pleasure scorched through Chris’s body. He groaned, tangling his fingers in the thick strands of Liev’s hair, holding Liev’s head to his throbbing organ. The man’s mouth was nothing like Bethany’s on his flesh. Nothing was like the man’s mouth on his flesh. Holy fuck, how could a simple seal of lips around a dick be so exquisite?

Fresh pleasure surged through him as Liev painted the tip of his cock with his tongue.

He bucked his hips forward, wanting to bury his length deeper into the man’s talented mouth.

With a pop of releasing suction, Liev flicked him an arrogant look. “Tell me what you want me to do with your cock now, Chris. I’ve sucked it. Tell me what—”

“Fucking suck it all the way to my balls, goddamn it,” Chris ground out, his belly hitching from consuming tension and need. He was trembling. And impatient. Every second Liev’s mouth wasn’t fucking his dick was torturous. “Please?”

A ravenous hunger flared in Liev’s eyes at the plea. He took Chris’s cock in his mouth again. Circling its tip with his lips, he cupped the heavy weight of Chris’s scrotum in one hand, gripped the root of Chris’s shaft with the other and slowly, slowly inched down its length.

Chris barely remained standing for the exquisite duration.

He groaned, the honest sound tearing from his constricted throat.

When he stumbled back a step, Liev released his balls and held him still with a powerful grip, digging his fingers into Chris’s ass cheeks. So close to his anus swirls of intense, licentious need filled his vision.

Keeping him still, Liev withdrew up his length, swiping his tongue over the underside of Chris’s shaft as he went. He paused at the head, tormented the tiny knot of sensitive nerve-endings beneath the crown with the tip of his tongue and then, faster this time, slid down Chris’s cock again. Farther.

Once again, Chris’s knees trembled. Once again, Liev dug his fingers into his butt.

A ragged keening sound vibrated in Chris’s chest. He slammed his hips forward, driving his dick deeper into Liev’s mouth. Deeper. When he felt the head of his organ push against a soft wall, he couldn’t control himself anymore.

Liev was deep throating him. Control was futile.

He fisted his hands tighter in the man’s hair, punching his hips forward. Over and over. Liev took each wild thrust, the hand on his ass brutal, the hand on his balls the same.

Pleasure and pain melded together. Propelled Chris higher to a mount he ached for even as he willed it away.

Too soon. It was too soon. What if after this Liev decided Chris was not what he wanted after all? What if Chris never got to experience this pure ecstasy again?

Bone-deep trembles began to claim him. He grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. Liev’s tongue lapped at the curve of his balls, his teeth scraped at the sides of Chris’s length. The painful contact had always disturbed Chris whenever he’d been blown before, but not now. Now he rolled his hips, willing Liev’s molars to his flesh.

“Teeth,” he burst out. “I want to feel your teeth.”

Liev twisted his head, just enough to scrape his molars over Chris’s cock again.

“Fuck, yes.” Chris slammed his hips forward, ribbons of pleasure unfurling through the pit of his stomach. “That’s it. Now suck it. Hard.”

Liev’s tight mouth slicked up to Chris’s cockhead, drawing on Chris’s length with punishing suction. He cried out, his orgasm threatening to claim him.

He could feel it, a scalding pressure tingling in his soul. Rushing through him.

“No,” he moaned, shaking his head. “Not yet. Not yet. Let me…” He tried to pull away from Liev’s masterful mouth. Tried to disengage.

The Australian wouldn’t let him. He sank his fingers harder into the muscles of his butt cheeks and plunged down Chris’s cock again.

Up. Down.

Up.

Down.

Up. Up. To the tip.

Teeth nipped at the swollen crown before Liev sank down over Chris’s throbbing shaft again, all the way down, down, down until he could go no farther.

No farther.

And just when Chris didn’t think he could stave off his orgasm any longer, when he knew he was about to come, Liev pressed one finger to Chris’s anus and pushed.

Absolute pleasure detonated within in him. He tossed back his head, his spine bowing and cried out Liev’s name as his seed spurt from his cock. It pumped into Liev’s throat, thick ropes of release pouring from Chris’s soul.

Liquid essence that ruptured from his cock and flooded Liev’s mouth.

His orgasm seemed never ending. Every time he thought he was on the verge of recovery, Liev would suck a little more on his flesh and his body would shudder again, fresh come spilling from him. He gasped, the sound a panted laugh.

“I-I…I can’t…” His lips stretched with a smile even as he shook his head. “I need…oh fuck, that was…”

With a soft pop, Liev released Chris’s cock from his mouth. He straightened to his feet and gazed down into Chris’s eyes. His naked heat radiated from him, his engorged erection bumping Chris’s spent one. “Amazing,” he finished Chris’s exclamation, a lop-sided smile on his lips. “I told you you were amazing this afternoon.”