Page 34 of Nothing But the Night (Basic Instincts 2)

“I thought we agreed this isn’t a good idea,” Jason said.

It was the middle of the night and Marc had just been to a sex club, investigating his brother’s death. He was a businessman, used to making good decisions based on sound evidence and judgement, but right now he couldn’t tell a great idea from a disastrous one. All he knew was that he wanted Jason.

He pressed his hips against him, revealing the full extent of his arousal, and sought his mouth to continue the kiss. Jason’s reluctance disappeared and their mouths opened in passion. Marc’s head was light, and it had nothing to do with the alcohol. He wrapped his arms around Jason’s torso, his hands searched the muscular planes and ridges of his back. Jason’s own arousal was evident as they ground their bodies together.

“Let me see your jockstrap,” Marc murmured.

Jason licked his lips. “You liked that, did you?”

He nodded. “Do you wear them often?”

Jason grinned, then drew his tongue along Marc’s jaw, all the way to his ear, before he whispered, “Just when I’m feeling hot.”

Marc’s cock throbbed harder. It seemed impossible to be turned on any more than he already was, but Jason kept making him harder and harder.

They broke apart and Jason unfastened his jeans, shoving them to midthigh. His cock strained against the black material of his jock. Marc had never reallyconsidered their erotic appeal before. They’d always been something he thought of as practical, a piece of sportswear. But on Jason’s body, they were fit for a far different kind of physical activity.

Jason gripped the bottom of his T-shirt and raised it to show the jockstrap in full. Then he turned around, giving Marc a clear view of his rear. His big, meaty butt was perfectly framed by the black and red straps. He transferred his weight from side to side, flexing his cheeks.

Marc’s dick swelled even harder. He moved close, sliding his palms across Jason’s arse to take a buttock in each hand. He squeezed, savouring the weight and density of his flesh. He pressed his face to Jason’s neck, rubbing the skin, before kissing and tasting the mild saltiness of sweat.

“Your arse is amazing.”

Jason chuckled and pushed back against his hands. He turned his head to seek Marc’s mouth and they kissed again. It was all intoxicating. The heat, smell, contact of his body. The scent of shampoo in his hair, the tobacco notes in his cologne, the detergent on his clothes. Everything about him was arousing.

Marc wanted to go much further than he had the last time. He guided Jason towards the bed and pushed him face down on top of it. Before Jason could react, he fell on top of him and buried his face in his arse. Jason gasped in surprise as Marc parted his cheeks, seeking out his opening.

“Is this all right?” Marc asked.

“Yeah. I’m totally vers. Knock yourself out.”

He savoured all of it. The damp sweat in his crevice, the soft brown hair that coated the lower halves of his cheeks. The hairs in his crack had been trimmed to keephis beautiful, dusky pink opening clear. Jason shuddered when Marc drew his tongue across the smooth skin of his hole and the skin of his arse rippled with gooseflesh. Marc went to work with fervour, teasing Jason with the tip of his tongue, taking delight as he squirmed and pressed his hips into the bed.

“That’s amazing,” Jason whispered.

Marc hadn’t eaten a man’s arse since Jack. His late husband had adored it, and Marc was able to take him to fresh heights of pleasure every time. He’d never imagined he’d want to do this to another man again, but there was something about Jason that drew him in and made him want to relax the barriers he’d put up around himself in the last few years. Marc had never believed he would enjoy this level of intimacy again.

His emotions were in chaos. One minute he was determined he would never have sex with Jason again, and the next he had his face planted in his arse and was tonguing his hole like it was the only thing in his life that mattered. Grief worked in the strangest of ways. Grief for his husband, grief for his brother, it had coloured his life for years.

But Jason was alive and so was he. After the stress of the last few days, they deserved to indulge their deepest desires again. Right now, Marc was nothing but an animal. A creature of instinct. And his instinct was to continue.

“Let’s take off our clothes,” Marc said, pushing back from the bed.

They undressed hurriedly. Marc stripped all the way but was quietly pleased when Jason removed everything but the jockstrap. With a wickedly sexy grin, Jason leapt back on the bed and arranged himselfon all fours. His back was arched, and he presented his butt to Marc.

“It’s all yours,” he said. Gazing at Marc over his shoulder, he planted a hand on his right buttock and spread his cheeks. His dark hole glistened with saliva.

Marc raced to the bathroom to retrieve a condom and a bottle of lube. He was from an era when safe sex really mattered and always came prepared. He tore into the packet, never taking his eyes off Jason’s arse as he unrolled the rubber down his hard dick. The last time Jason had fucked him, it was what they’d needed at the time. Now their roles were reversed, and he wanted to experience Jason from the other perspective. He lubed his cock, then applied more to Jason’s hole, pressing into him to prepare the way.

“Is this still all right?” he asked, as Jason’s tight passage gripped his fingers.

“Fuck me,” Jason demanded, holding himself strong on his hands and knees. “I want you inside me.”

Marc swiped his cock up and down the crease, teasing his hole for a moment, before angling to the opening and pushing in. The tightness of his body was instant ecstasy. Marc told hold of Jason’s hips and leaned into him, until his pelvis pressed against Jason’s butt. The view from above was stunning. Jason’s broad back, his compact waist and prime beef arse—now filled with Marc’s cock.

They took a moment to adjust to each other.

The rain rattled heavier against the window.

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