Guarded Desires (15 page)

Chris laughed again, a shaky hiccup unlike any he’d uttered before. “I wasn’t talking about me.”

Liev cupped his palm to Chris’s jaw and, like he had earlier that day, brushed his thumb along Chris’s bottom lip. “I was.”

He lowered his head to place a lingering kiss on Chris’s mouth.

The contact was tender, unlike the savage passion of his blowjob, and Chris hitched in a breath.

“Now,” Liev said, “I think you need time to register what just happened. Maybe discuss it with the little minx who works for you.”

Chris let out a wobbly laugh. “I think you’re right. She has some explaining to do. But later. Much later.” He placed his hand on Liev’s chest, directly above his heart, loving the way the coarse hairs smattering the man’s pecs tickled his palm. “There’s something else that needs to be done now.”

Liev shook his head. “I’m serious, Chris. What just happened, you need to think about it. Before…” He stopped. Possibly because Chris had smoothed his hand down his torso and was now gripping Liev’s thick, rigid cock.

“I’ve registered it all,” Chris said, stepping back to Liev. “And discussion isn’t what I need right now.” He squeezed Liev’s cock in a pulsing beat. “This is. In my mouth.”

Liev shook his head. “No. It’s too much. Too soon. I don’t want to rush—”

“Shut the fuck up, Reynolds.” Chris tightened his hold on the man’s cock and began to walk backward.

Liev followed, his nostrils flaring as Chris tugged him by the dick to the closest sun lounger.

Maneuvering Liev until the back of his calves pressed the foot of the piece of furniture, Chris wriggled his eyebrows. “It’s my turn.”

He placed his palm on Liev’s chest, placed his lips to the man’s parted ones and, with a low chuckle, pushed.

Liev dropped onto the sun lounger. His turgid cock slapped against his belly as he landed on his ass. Chris followed him down, and the last thing Chris saw before he captured Liev’s erection in his mouth was Liev’s eyes smoldering with a desire and need and hunger Chris knew all too well.

A desire and need and hunger that changed everything.

Everything.

Chapter Ten

“Holy fuck.”

Liev’s elbows collapsed beneath him. His back flattened to the wicker sun lounger, his stare flicked over the stars above him in the black sky.

“Holy…
fuck
!”

Chris plunged his mouth down Liev’s cock, fast, hungry and completely unpracticed.

It was singularly the most incredible thing Liev had ever experienced.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a heartbeat, drowning in the sheer pleasure of Chris’s inexperience. Head from male partners was a world away from those from female. A man’s mouth enclosed a cock differently, the jaw, the palate, all combined to create a distinct blowjob. Liev always enjoyed getting head, no matter the sex of his partner, but
this
head job, from a man who had never given it before was beyond comprehension.

Chris fumbled for his balls. His knuckles collided with Liev’s inner thighs, and he flattened his palm against the sensitive globes. He lashed his tongue at the underside of Liev’s cock. He gagged once, twice and then a strangled groan vibrated in his throat as he went lower.

Liev hissed, undone for a giddy moment by the American’s raw enthusiasm. Oh boy, he was going to come soon. The most artless, unrefined blowjob of his life, and it didn’t matter. He was going to come soon and it had nothing to do with Chris’s lack of skill and everything to do with his commitment to pleasuring Liev and taking pleasure from him.

Commitment. Not a word Liev had had a taste for until the actor between his legs, owning his cock, had come along. If the concentrated sensation Chris awakened in Liev’s body with graceless enthusiasm was anything to judge by, it seemed Liev was ready to give himself over to the concept.

Commitment was about to make him blow his fucking load.

That and Chris’s ardent, spirited moans.

He opened his eyes. His ragged pants scratched at his dry throat. Tangling his fists in Chris’s hair, he tugged the man’s head upward.

The suction on his cock vanished with a pop and he shifted on the sun lounger, inching up a little to focus on Chris’s face.

Rejection twisted through the need in Chris’s eyes. He fell back, balancing on his heels, his breath escaping him in shallow gasps. “Fuck.” He swiped at his lips with the back of his hand. “I suck, don’t I?” A humourless bark of a laugh escaped him. “Not in the good way though.”

Liev pushed himself into a sitting position and rested his elbows on his knees to smile at the man between his bent legs. “That’s not why I stopped you, Chris.” He reached out with a steady hand and brushed a lock of stray hair away from Chris’s eyes. “I stopped you because I was seconds away from coming.”

Chris flicked him a sideways look. “So? Isn’t that the point?”

“For God’s sake, Mr. Huntley.”

Liev swung his head up to look at Bethany where she stood beside the sun lounger, two sweating glasses of ice water in her hands. When had she returned? How much had she seen?

She truly was a sexy woman, a wild thing of sensual beauty underneath the poised exterior she presented. Before Chris came along, he would have seduced that miniscule bikini off her lush, exquisite body in a heartbeat and had his way with her willing flesh.

Before
Chris. Now, the sweet bounty Bethany possessed no longer held any appeal for Liev.

It was a profound realization, and a worrying one. One Liev would need to think about later. At this moment in time however, he was torn between the pleasures of Chris’s intoxicating, inelegant fellatio and intrigued by Bethany’s stern reprimand of their boss.

She frowned down at Chris, placing the glasses on the low table beside the sun lounger. “For someone so smart, I wonder about you sometimes. I’ve only just arrived, but trust me, he didn’t stop you because you’re doing a bad job. He stopped you because you rock him to the damn core and he doesn’t want to scare the crap out of you with the force of his orgasm.”

Liev couldn’t stop his gob-smacked grunt. “Bloody hell, woman, are you reading my mind?”

She grinned. “No. I read bodies. And yours was saying loud and clear, holy shit this is so good so good and I’m going to freaking erupt and Chris is going to drown in my—”

Liev held up a hand, his own grin stretching his lips. “Okay, okay. I get your point.” His cock throbbed from denied release. He turned his attention to Chris. “And she’s correct. That’s exactly why I stopped you.”

Chris pulled a face. “What if I want to drown in your come?”

Liev chuckled. “How ’bout I buy you some floaties first?”

“Floaties?”

The confusion on Chris’s face was endearing. If Liev wasn’t doing everything in his power to take it slow, to give the man a chance to catch his breath and consider what was going on, he’d lean forward and kiss the puzzlement right out of him. But he
was
trying to take it slow. For Chris’s sake. He smiled, ignoring the throbbing demands of his impatient erection. “The inflatable arm bands little kids wear when learning to swim,” he said.

Chris’s lips twitched. “Ah, I’m a little kid, am I?”

Liev shrugged. The fact he was having this conversation stark naked on a piece of furniture outside under the stars with a smugly happy woman watching made the whole thing surreal. And at the same time it was exciting. “Let’s just say I don’t want to throw you in the deep end yet.”

Chris shifted on the end of the sun lounger, moving closer to Liev, smoothing his fingers around the backs of Liev’s calves. “Too fucking bad.”

He pulled Liev’s legs toward him with a swift yank.

Liev lost his balance, his center of gravity disrupted by the abrupt move. Chris wasted no time taking advantage of his displacement. He planted his hands on either side of Liev’s hips, rose over his body, ground his groin to Liev’s ramrod-stiff cock and captured Liev’s lips in a savage kiss.

“Okay, I’m outta here again. Don’t forget to keep your fluids up.”

Bethany’s chuckled instruction scratched at the raw pleasure searing through Liev’s mind. He groaned into Chris’s mouth, snaring two fistfuls of his hair in a fierce grip. The man returned his groan, rolling his cock up and down Liev’s erection.

Hot ropes of fire knotted in his groin. He thrust his hips up into the rough contact, scraping his fingers down Chris’s back to grab his arse as he did so. The man’s glutes were sublime perfection. Liev could spend a lifetime touching his backside and never tire. What would it be like to run his tongue over it? What would it be like to slide his tongue between the toned, sculpted arse cheeks, over the puckered hole of Chris’s anus? Fuck, what would it be like to sink his dick into the exquisite opening?

Fresh heat shot into Liev’s balls at the delirious thought. He rammed his fingertips into the bunching muscles, his head spinning.

Chris moaned into his mouth. He lashed his tongue at Liev’s teeth, roaming his hands over Liev’s ribs, hips, thighs. When his fingers found the hard point of Liev’s left nipple and pinched, Liev couldn’t stop his wild roar of lust.

“I like making you lose control,” Chris panted against the corner of his mouth. “It makes me fucking hot.”

Dragging his head over Liev’s chin and down the column of his throat, Chris captured the recently pinched nipple with his teeth and sucked.

Shards of wicked pleasure detonated in Liev’s core. He bucked, ramming his cock—so hard, so engorged he wondered how there was any blood left in the rest of his body—into Chris’s groin.

Chris lashed his nipple with his tongue. Nipped it with his teeth. Liev groaned, balling his fist in Chris’s hair again and holding on. Fuck, what finesse the man lacked in oral sex he made up with the way he worked Liev’s nipple. With each swipe of his tongue, with each bite of his teeth on the small pebble of flesh, the mounting tension in Liev’s body grew.

He wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer. He wouldn’t.

Christ, so much for helping Chris find his—

Chris’s mouth abandoned Liev’s nipple and captured Liev’s cock instead.

“Fuck!”

Liev’s hips slammed upward.

And then again when Chris grabbed Liev’s sac and tugged.

And once more when he thrust a finger between the crevice of Liev’s butt cheeks and pushed at Liev’s anus.

“Fuck. Oh fuck, Chris!” The words tore from Liev in a choked cry. His balls flooded with impending release. His cock jerked in Chris’s mouth. “I’m gonna…”

Chris pressed on Liev’s hole again. Harder.

Liev squeezed his eyes shut. Black stars of pleasure burst in his head. The base of his spine sizzled. He came, hard, fast, his seed spurting from his cock.

Toes curled, teeth ground, Liev pulled at the American’s hair, fighting to free his dick from Chris’s mouth. Fuck, the guy had never given head before. He wasn’t ready to swallow Liev’s never-ending load. He—

Chris plunged his finger deeper into Liev’s anus, stroking Liev’s prostate, and Liev lost the ability to think.

Hot waves of pleasure rolled through him, carrying him along until the amazing pressure in his core began to ebb.

To fade.

With steady intent, Chris slowly withdrew his mouth from Liev’s dick, inch by inch. By inch.

“Still need those floaties?”

The playful question curled Liev’s lips into a grin. Or perhaps it was the sheer contented bliss of his release. Or the fact his inexperienced lover had rocked his fucking world so much words failed him. Whatever the reason, all he could do was shake his head.

“Ha, didn’t think so.” Chris ran his tongue over Liev’s inner thigh and then blew on the moist flesh. A ripple of delight claimed Liev’s body and he let out a chuckled sigh.

“Fuck, you have an amazing-looking cock,” Chris muttered, his lips drawing closer to Liev’s spent length.

Liev laughed, stretching on the sun lounger. “Thanks.”

“More than welcome,” Chris replied, smoothing a hand over Liev’s abs. “Now, I think I need to have a word with my manipulative personal assistant. Do you mind if I call her out here?”

Liev shook his head, too languid with pleasure to do anything else. He wanted to have a word with Bethany as well. Wanted to say thank you.

“Ms. Sloan,” Chris called, his knuckles brushing Liev’s balls. “Get out here please?”

A few seconds later, Liev heard footsteps on the granite tiles.

“As you wish,” she called.

Chris shifted between Liev’s thighs. “Ah,
The Princess Bride
. Awesome movie. How come you never quoted movie lines until Liev came along?”

Liev cracked open one eye. Chris knelt on the end of the lounger, casting Bethany a quizzical smile. If it wasn’t for the fact Liev’s body was still thrumming from the most incredible blowjob of his life, or that Chris’s chest rose and fell with shallow, rapid breaths, or that they were both naked and glistening in sweat, Liev could almost believe they were just relaxing by the moonlit pool.

The fact Chris was sporting a semi well on its way to becoming a rather impressive hard-on didn’t help.