Page 34 of Harboring Secrets
Brodie let out a sigh of relief as if he doubted for a moment that I was going to put him out of his misery. Our gazes met and I found myself smiling up at him and the way he was still tangled in his shirt. Vulnerability flashed in his eyes, a glimmer of fear, hesitation. Uncertainty.
I tore my stare away from his and kissed the spot under his belly button that always made him shiver. Then lower. I dragged kisses down his treasure trail.
“Liam, you’re killing me.” Brodie’s voice was thick and full of anguish.
I looked up again and flashed him a smile, then finally I gave in to what we both wanted. I took him in hand. His dick was perfect. I’d always thought so. Wonderfully average in both length and girth, with a stunning curve when he was fully erect. He kept his pubes trimmed down to a nice manageable length without getting rid of them completely. Brodie was a work of art.
I licked a bead of precum off the tip of his dick. Brodie’s cock twitched in my hand. When I took him in my mouth, teasing the head of his cock with my tongue, he made the most delicious sounds. He’d always been vocal and my dick liked a vocal lover. He whimpered my name and I knew I’d tortured him enough. For now.
I took him deeper, down to the base of his cock, a skill I’d only recently acquired. My gag reflex threatened to make me choke and I shed a few tears keeping it at bay. I swallowed around his cock and Brodie cried out, writhing with pleasure. I wanted him to come apart in my mouth.
Releasing his cock from my mouth earned me a surprised gasp from him, but then I was up and untangling his hands from the shirt I hadn’t removed earlier. Yanking it off his wrists, I tossed it aside and crushed our mouths together, letting him taste himself.
“Take what you need.” I kissed the corner of his mouth, his cheek, then I wriggled back down. My tongue followed the thick vein that ran up the underside of his cock and I took him into my mouth again.
This time Brodie buried his hands in my hair. A knot in my chest loosened when he anchored himself to me that way. I wanted him to claim me. As if he read my thoughts, Brodie pushed my head down, making me take all of him. I did gag that time. There was something about him taking the lead that made me lose all ability to control myself.
Tears sprang to my eyes and I didn’t know if they were from choking on his dick or from the sudden relief that wrapped around me like a warm blanket. I thought I’d lost him. I was sure he’d never forgive me. And yet here I was and it felt right. It felt like home.
Brodie let me ease back and take a breath, and when he pushed my head down a second time, he was gentler, like the first time was an overabundance of frustration coming to a head.
I tried to make it as good for him as I could, sucking and teasing the head of his cock with my tongue when I could. Brodie whimpered and moaned and sometimes he’d talk, letting little bits of encouragement slip out.
Then suddenly he was pulling me off him and gathering me into his arms. He brought me to his mouth and kissed me deeply, licking his way past my teeth. He kissed me like he was trying to steal all my secrets. I had none, but he was welcome to try.
Hands scrabbled at my waist.
“Off. Clothes off,” Brodie commanded, his lips still pressed against mine when he spoke.
I stood and undid my jeans, shoving them and my underwear off at once, making sure the socks went with them. Brodie watched me with heat in his gaze. He’d had more experience than I did when we met. He was aware of this from the beginning and he was always gentle with me when we tried things I hadn’t done before. I’d topped and bottomed, but now more than anything I wanted Brodie to make me his. I needed him inside me with a desperation I’d never felt before.
He looked me up and down, raking his gaze over every inch of my skin. Slowly, he got to his feet and undressed the rest of the way. We stood like that for a minute, bare to each other in every way two men could be. Standing so close the heat of his body radiated out and seeped into my skin. I leaned into it like a moth to a flame. My fingers brushed over his cheek. Asking him what he wanted was on the tip of my tongue, but then we were kissing again. Slower, like we knew now we had time.
Plastering his body against mine, his hands roamed my back, mapped the length of my spine. My breathing changed when his fingers trailed down the crease of my ass, then dipped inside. He spread me open and I realized I’d stopped kissing and had already been reduced to a panting, needy ball of want.
“Make me yours, Brodie. Please.” My voice didn’t sound like mine. It was shaky and desperate and ruined.
He kissed me again, soft and sweet. I was already his. I’d been his from that first moment I saw him rain soaked and laughing, full of joy and life. But I needed to feel him inside me so bad I trembled, my whole body shaking.
Brodie let go of my ass to cup my cheek. His thumb smoothed along my cheekbone and he gave me a sweet smile. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” He tangled his hand in mine and led me through the sea of boxes that stood between us and his bedroom.
Chapter 17
Brodie
Myhousewasadisaster and it felt like a metaphor for my life. I kicked a box away from the side of the bed then turned and gathered Liam close. Leaning in, I breathed deep, dragging my nose up the side of his neck. My tongue poked out and I licked a trail up to the tender spot underneath his ear. He shivered against me. His hands rested on my hips and his fingers curled, digging into my flesh.
He chased my mouth until he caught it and that felt symbolic too. After all, he’d found my home and chased me down. Shown up and waited for me to give him the time of day. All the while my heart was jumping for joy, it was my brain that told me not to trust him.
Right now my brain was blessedly quiet. Liam’s mouth on mine, his tongue sliding against mine, breath mingling, heartbeats syncing, it was everything I imagined being in love would feel like. Like being without him was being without a limb. That breathing was easier when he was around.
I was aware from the start that I’d been Liam’s only lover who was also a man. He’d known he was bisexual, but knowing of your attraction and feeling safe enough to act on it were two different things.
“Are you sure?” I asked Liam as he broke the kiss and got into bed. He and I had more than our share of sex. In beds and dark alleys and club bathrooms. But seeing him in my home, in my bed, had my cock aching, throbbing, desperate to sink into him and lay claim. It made me feral.
Vulnerability shone in Liam’s eyes. He was naked before me, and not just in the physical sense. It was like he was letting me see inside him, like he’d stripped all his walls down for me.
“I need you, Brodie.”
