Page 41 of Harboring Secrets
He obliged, but grumbled at me about it. “It’s messy.”
“That’s what showers and laundry are for.” I kissed his shoulder as I slicked my cock. “I won’t hurt you.”
Entering him was an exercise in restraint. No matter how badly I wanted to line up and slam into him, unleashing all my desperation for him, I held myself in check. Brodie panted and pressed against me, like he also couldn’t get close enough to me.
“Liam.”
He said my name and nothing more like I was the only thing he needed. I wrapped my arm around him and held him tight. Brodie bent his leg to offer me a better angle and I used it to my advantage, slowly sinking deeper and deeper until we were as close as two people could get.
Brodie turned his head and we shared an awkward, messy, amazing kiss before Brodie broke away. His hand found mine, threaded our fingers together, and held our joined hands tight to his chest.
“How are you so perfect?” I squeezed my eyes shut and rested my head against his. We rocked together, slowly building toward an end that promised to be explosive.
“I’m not,” Brodie answered with a breathless laugh.
“You are.” I rocked into him deeper, driving a groan out of him. “Touch yourself.”
I was perilously close to finishing, but needed him to get there first.
“Want to stay like this forever,” Brodie said, not making a single move to do as he was asked.
I untangled our hands and reached for him myself. Taking him in hand, I stroked him the way he liked it, firm with a bit of a twist. He took a moment to squirt some lube onto his dick for me, then he reached behind and tried to urge me closer, faster, harder.
My pace didn’t change. I made a loose fist around his cock and let my slow pace drive his cock through it. It only took half a dozen strokes for Brodie to lose his mind.
“Liam, please,” he whined, his hips moving back and forth like they weren’t sure which direction the real pleasure lay.
There was no sweeter sound than my name on his lips. I rewarded him by tightening my grip on his cock and stroking him hard and fast. Thrusting forward, I buried my cock inside him and without pulling back drove forward again. Brodie let out a strangled gasp and then came, coating the sheets before even more cum leaked down and slicked my fingers.
My release hit me, unfurling all at once, driving my body forward faster as I gasped and moaned. I pressed my mouth against the nape of Brodie’s neck and tasted the salt of his skin as I jerked inside him.
Afterward, when my dick was done twitching and he’d gone still and boneless, we both lay there panting. Spent. Sated. It almost felt like a dream, how perfect everything felt in the afterglow. It had always been that way with him. The world could crash down around us and we’d still be wrapped up in each other, floating on our happiness.
Brodie’s stomach growling broke the silence and then the sound of his laughter, light and bright, quickly followed. He wriggled away from me, hissing slightly when my cock slid out of his ass. He turned over and threw his arm around me. Pulling me into a kiss, he ignored the way his stomach growled again, but I laughed against his mouth.
“Brodie, we need to feed you.”
“Food is overrated.”
My hand skimmed down his back. I understood how he felt. I didn’t want to be away from him for even a moment. If I could, I would stay in bed with him.
“Food is fuel. No food, no sex.” I kissed the tip of his nose then rolled out of bed. “I’ll start the shower.”
Once I was under the spray, Brodie joined me. His bottom lip was stuck out in an adorable pout. Drawing him close to me, I wrapped my arms around him. I’d never get enough of him. There wasn’t a moment that went by when I didn’t want to be near him.
“Someone’s sleepy.” I massaged my fingers through his hair. He purred like a satisfied feline and nodded.
“Someone thinks I need to get up and eat. I say that someone is mean.”
“I’m taking you for pancakes.”
“You’re addicted.”
It was true. We’d been to Bennett’s together the other morning and already I wanted to go again. I predicted a lot of business going their way.
“That’s only part of the reason. We need to leave the house, love. We can’t just hole up here and have sex forever.”
He tilted his head back and looked at me. Rivulets of water ran down his cheek and the tip of his nose. “Says who?”
