Page 19 of Nothing But the Night (Basic Instincts 2)

“All right,” Jason said, manoeuvring into position.

“Do it,” he urged.

After so many years, it was like losing his virginity all over again. As Jason’s cock pushed against his resistance, Marc was sure he would never be able to take it. Jason was too big for him. They should have spent longer warming up. Marc’s hole stretched and stretched. Wider. Wider. He was going to break. He bit his lip to keep from calling out for Jason to stop.You want this. Take it.

Then he was through. Jason’s blunt head passed through his sphincter and the rest was easy. He sliddeep until his hips pressed against Marc’s butt. He leaned over, kissing the side of his face.

“You okay?”

Marc nodded, heart pounding in his chest. There was no pain, no ache, just pleasure.

“Fuck me,” he demanded. “Let me have it all.”

Jason withdrew until just the head remained inside, then he gripped Marc’s hips and shoved all the way back. They worked up to a quick rhythm. As Jason rammed into him, Marc shoved back. The room was filled with the crack of skin against skin and their guttural cries of passion and desperate hunger.Holy shit. Marc gritted his teeth. In seconds he’d been transported to a plane of pleasure he’d forgotten even existed. The feeling of fullness, of being stuffed by another man, took away all the stress of the last few hours. They found assurance and support in each other’s bodies.

How could he have forgotten all the pleasure his arse could provide.

Jason put a hand on the small of his back as he fucked. Every touch was like electric, triggering sparks of delight all through his body. They were connected. Afterwards they might feel shame, even regret, that the death of a young man had brought them to this, but right now, they needed each other. They needed this.

Marc’s sensations were so strong and heightened that he came without touching himself.

“Oh, God.” His words were strained as pleasure gripped his body and he pumped cum over Jason’s sofa. His orgasm seemed endless. As it surged through his body, causing paroxysms, the sudden tightening of his sphincter triggered Jason’s release. He buried his cock deep inside him as he shuddered and spurted.

Marc set himself against the back of the sofa as Jason collapsed across him. They panted and gasped, their bodies hot and wet with sweat.

Outside, the torrential rain continued to rattle against the window.

And somewhere in the night, a man was dead, and a killer roamed free.

Chapter Eight

Night Talk

They lay in bed, listening to the rain. Exhausted but far from sleep. Jason was propped on one elbow, gazing at Marc who lay on his back. He was even more handsome than before. His cheeks were flushed with sex, and some of the tension had eased in his brow. Jason didn’t know where to begin processing any of this. Fucking a client was as unprofessional as it was possible to get. Ryman would have a shit fit when he learnt about this. And yet tonight, after what they’d discovered, it had seemed like the right thing to do. The only thing to do.

Having Marc in bed beside him, that was the best thing ever. Jason had been surprised when Marc had asked to stay, saying he didn’t fancy spending the rest of the night alone. Most guys couldn’t wait to get going once they’d shot their load. In the majority of cases, Jason couldn’t wait to get rid of them either. Not Marc.

“Why did you leave the Navy?” Marc asked.

Jason hesitated, then turned to look at him.

“Sorry. None of my business. I shouldn’t have asked.”

Jason put a hand on his chest. “It’s fine. It’s not a big deal. I’m not used to talking about myself, that’s all. I left because it was time. When I joined the Navy police, it was a dream come true. I loved it. I served in places all over the world, but I got shot in the leg while on duty, nothing major, you can barely see the scar now the hair has grown over it. But after that I started to feel homesick and pined for England. I spent my last year serving in ports all over the UK but that still wasn’t enough. It wasn’t England I was desperate to return to, it was Blyham.”

“Wow. Not many people can lay claim to that.” Marc’s tone was completely deadpan.

Jason chuckled. “I guess not. If you told me that when I was twenty-five, I’d have pissed myself laughing. Said there was no chance I’d ever come back here. I guess, I changed. We all do.”

“You were shot.”

“We were sent to arrest a senior officer who had taken to the bottle and beaten a cadet so badly he was in hospital. He was pissed as a fart when we turned up and the gun went off. I was lucky—no serious damage, and the bullet went right through. But it was the moment that caused me to rethink my career.”

“So, you became a private investigator.”

“That was stroke of luck. I came to work for Ryman on a casual basis and loved it straight away. When he started looking for investment to expand the business, it made sense for me put in and become a partner with him.”

Marc rolled onto his side. Beneath the covers, his hand slipped over Jason’s waist. Jason shuffled down so they were facing each other.

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