Page 58 of Night of the Living Manny
“Is it going to attack us while we sleep? What are you going to find at this time of night? I want you.” Brenden was damn persuasive. “I’m tired of waiting. I need mutual naked orgasms.”
He nodded like a parrot or a robot or something, stunned by this intensely sexual, needy Brenden. “Okay. Now.”
“Good man.” They walked up the stairs, stealing kisses every few steps. They made it to the master bedroom, and thank God he’d gotten a new bed after Diana died. No weird memories.
In fact, there was just him and now Brenden, and they were going to do this.
“Stop thinking so much, honey. Just taste me.” Brenden pulled him close, not letting him think past the next kiss. It was the best thing that had happened to him in so damn long. He’d been wanting Brenden at home, but this was white-hot and desperate.
This was stress sex. He’d take it.
He would take what he could get from Brenden now and ask for more later. Much later.
“Thinking again.” Brenden bit his bottom lip hard enough to sting.
“Make it stop.” He tugged at Brenden’s long-sleeved T-shirt.
“Yes, boss.” Brenden winked at him, then stripped off, baring himself completely. He was lovely, lean and sculpted.
“Not your boss here, honey. I’m your lover.”
The smile Brenden gave him was like sunrise after a dark night. “I like the sound of that. Lover.”
Liam reached out, stroking Brenden’s belly, fingers trailing and tracing designs.
Laughing, Brenden sucked in, his muscles flexing. Nice. He let his fingers continue south, drag over one hip, brushing the soft curls that crowned Brenden’s cock.
“Oh.” Brenden swayed, then stepped right up against him, rubbing that sweet dick against his hip. “You too?”
“Huh?” He loved the way Brenden’s ass filled his palm when he slid it around to touch.
“Naked.” Brenden plucked at his shirt.
“Oh. Right.” He couldn’t let go to bother, though.
“Hey, I’ll help.” Brenden worked both hands between them, opened his button and zipper, then pushed Liam’s pants off. “Mmm. Look at you.”
Liam’s cock throbbed, his balls pulling up at the weight of Brenden’s gaze. He did let go long enough to get his shirt off, and then they were together again, touching and exploring.
He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning one cheek against Brenden’s belly.
Brenden stroked his hair, then his cheek. “Hot as hell, honey.”
“You are.” He rubbed his chin against the tip of Brenden’s prick.
“Uhn.” Brenden arched, almost poking Liam in the eye.
That made him chuckle, made him nudge again and get another gasp. Then he took pity and licked at the head. Liam knew he was skipping ahead a little, but they didn’t have time to really play with foreplay.
“Please.” Brenden’s hands were careful on his head, fingers stroking his hair. Those lean hips rocked, asking him for more, and he was happy to give it. His eyes closed, and he sucked, pulling steadily.
Brenden hummed, rocking with every move, and he took more and more, his lips sliding down over Brenden’s shaft.
“Oh damn. Liam. More.” Brenden tugged a little, and he tried to chuckle. He hadn’t done this for a long, long time, and he didn’t want to choke. “You have a mouth like a dream.”
That made him double his efforts, bobbing up and down. He was learning Brenden’s flavor and the feel of his skin. He held Brenden’s hips, controlling the depth of Brenden’s thrusts. Liam wanted this to last, wanted to hear every one of Brenden’s sounds. His biggest desire was to give.
He had wanted this for so long, it seemed, to have that cock in his mouth. Now he couldn’t get enough. So different but so wonderful. Liam had to admit it; he loved sex.
