DanielsSurrender (3 page)

Chapter Three

Daniel tucked the towel tightly around his hips. Running his
hands through his hair, he swore when the doorbell rang.

Not bothering to dress, he went up the stairs and looked
through the peephole. Fuck. Matthew. After the weekend he’d had, he wasn’t
exactly happy to see the man.

Letting out a deep breath, he threw the door open. Matt
stood on the other side looking like a frat boy, dressed in jeans and a Detroit
Lions t-shirt.

“Matty, haven’t you realized by now that team is a lost
cause?” Daniel remarked, moving his hand in a sweeping motion, inviting Matt
in.

“Daniel, haven’t you realized by now I’m a sucker for lost
causes?” He smiled. “And my name’s not Matty.”

Daniel grunted and left him standing in the living room. He
stalked back to the bathroom to retrieve his robe. It wouldn’t do to start
sporting wood in front of Matt. The kid was too sure of himself as it was.

“What’s up?” he asked as he returned to the room. He
casually sat back against the deep leather sofa, hoping he appeared more
relaxed than he felt.

“Marcus is gone.” Concern was written clearly across Matt’s
lean features.

“What do you mean ‘gone’?” When he’d left Marcus on Friday
night, the man was in heaven, happier than Daniel ever remembered his best
friend being.

“I mean he’s split. Called Meredith and told her to get hold
of me to come into the office. He wasn’t coming in. I went to the house but he
wasn’t there. But there was a big mess.” Matthew looked worried. “Broken
dishes, a bag of bagels scattered to hell and gone. And he isn’t answering
either phone.”

Daniel rose and folded his arms over his chest. Damn. When
he left he’d been so sure things were going great.

He walked over to the window, something he often did when
deep in thought.

“When I saw him Friday night he was fine. In fact,
everything was going just like I thought it would.” He spoke more to himself
than to Matt. Surely Marcus would have called him if things had spun out of
control. Then again, maybe not. Marcus was a hard man to read at times and he
rarely showed his emotions to anyone after the number Karen had laid on him.

“What do you mean, Friday night?”

Daniel turned toward Matt and shrugged. “He was with Carrie
Friday night.”

“Carrie? His secretary Carrie?
Our
Carrie?”

“Yes, that Carrie.” Matt’s face colored red a little, a sure
sign of annoyance. “Stop where you are, Matt. Carrie is a grown-up. She knows
all about Marcus and his tastes. She has the same tastes as well.”

“Are you kidding? I know Carrie a hell of a lot better than
you, and she’s about as kinky as a kitten. And how would you know what she
really likes? It’s not like you…” Matt’s voice faded as Daniel’s body stilled.
“Oh. Fuck. You were with them, weren’t you? And not just for drinks and dinner,
either.”

“That’s none of your business, Matt.” Daniel shook his head.
Walking over to the bar, he poured himself and Matt each a shot of scotch. Matt
looked as if he seriously needed it, and God knew Daniel did. He slid a glass
toward Matt with one hand and knocked back his drink with the other.

In a move that caught Daniel by surprise, Matthew charged
across the room, shoving Daniel up against the bar. Hands fisting in Daniel’s
lapels, he growled, “God, you really are a heartless bastard, aren’t you?
Couldn’t the two of you leave her alone?”

“Back. Off.” Daniel gave Matt a rough shove, and the younger
man moved back a step without releasing his grip.

“I was issued an invitation. Carrie’s a beautiful, desirable
woman, so I accepted. And even
that
is more of an explanation than you
deserve. This is none of your fucking business.”

Matthew tossed his hair back in aggravation. “But this is
Carrie. She’s like a part of the family. She stood by Marcus through all the
shit. Why would he go after her?”

“Because he loves her.”

“He
told
you this?”

“Matt, are you blind? Haven’t you noticed the way he looks
at her? The way she looks at him? Hell, even with me as deep inside her as I
could get, she never looked at me once, her eyes were only for him.”

“So, was this a one-time-only deal?”

There was an odd tone in Matthew’s voice, though his face
was carefully blank.

“Yes. It was written all over your brother’s face. We won’t
be sharing again.”

“Good.”

Some of Matthew’s tension visibly eased, and all at once he
seemed to become aware that he still clutched the lush velour of Daniel’s robe
in his fists. The tension arcing between the two men took on a whole new
flavor.

Matthew reached down to toy with the tie of Daniel’s robe.

“We can’t go there again, Matty.”

His words said no, but Daniel wasn’t fighting him off.
Matt’s hand found its way through an opening in the robe. He slid his fingers
across the satiny skin and hard muscles of Daniel’s abdomen.

Daniel closed his eyes.

“Matt.” His voice took on the smoky quality of arousal, and
Matthew’s breath caught in clear response.

“You keep saying I don’t know what I’m doing. When will you
get that I
do
? Is this new to me? Yeah, you know it is. But it’s
something I want to explore. You want it too.” His hand drifted down past
Daniel’s rising cock to cup his heavy sac. Daniel’s breath hissed between
clenched teeth as Matt manipulated his balls.

Guilt and frustration and angst—a trio of emotions Daniel
avoided at all costs. Matt was right, they were both consenting adults, and
this felt fucking great. Why not enjoy the moment? Maybe he could teach Matthew
a little lesson along the way.

Opening his eyes, he grabbed Matt by the arms, fingers
biting into the muscles.

“Fine. You want to do this, then we do it my way, Matty. Do
you understand? My way.”

Matt’s answer was to tighten his grip on Daniel’s balls.
Daniel stayed Matt’s hand. Walking around him, he returned to the couch. He
opened a small drawer in the table next to it and pulled out a familiar foil
packet and a tube of clear liquid. He stood looking over at Matt, who was glued
to the floor, staring at the items Daniel had so casually produced.

Daniel’s hands went to his belt and he released the knot,
letting the robe fall to the floor. His cock, erect and proud, jutted out from
a tidy nest of dark-gold curls.

He heard something close to fear in Matthew’s voice when the
younger man finally opened his mouth. Nodding toward the table, he asked, “Are
those for me? Or for you?”

Daniel looked at the condom and lube then back to Matt. “I’m
always safe, Matt. I love to fuck, but I also plan to stay healthy.” Matt’s
eyebrow shot up. “I’m not as indiscreet as you might believe. I pick my
partners very carefully.” He gave a dark smile and added, “And they’re for me.
To use on you.”

Matthew’s eyes widened but some of the tension left his
face. He licked his lips and eyed the lube again.

“My way, Matt, or not at all. The choice is yours.”

Daniel sat on the couch and leaned back. He watched the
emotions flicker over Matt’s face. He wasn’t going to make this easy for him.
He had pushed Daniel farther than was wise, and he needed to understand the
reality of more than a good blowjob. That had been mere experimentation. This
was going to be the real thing. It would be raw and hot and Matt had no idea
what he’d invited.

Before he could do anything, though, Matthew had to be
prepared. In the end he was still his best friend’s younger brother, and
Daniel, bastard though he was, wasn’t out to hurt anyone.

Daniel palmed his erection, sliding slowly up and down his thick
shaft. Matt made up his mind quickly, shedding his clothes with unconscious
grace as he walked over to Daniel.

Daniel sat forward, grasping Matt’s hard member. Swirling
his thumb through the small bead of cream, he rubbed it around the head then
lower along the length of his dick. Matt’s moan was short and deep. Daniel’s
other hand slipped to Matt’s balls, rolling them on the tips of his fingers
before cupping them and pulling lightly. Matt jumped a bit but Daniel didn’t
loosen his hold.

“You know Marcus and I like some of the same things,” he
murmured, sliding his hand back down Matt’s cock. “Of course, the whips and
chains I save for special occasions.” He leaned forward and let his tongue
snake along the top of Matt’s pubic bone. He bit lightly at his hipbone.
Matthew’s breath hitched, and Daniel allowed his mouth to wander lower, licking
the tip of Matt’s cock head in a slow perusal. He learned the taste of him, the
feel of every stiff, hard inch.

And fuck, he tasted good.

He kept the play light. He wanted Matt so fucking turned-on
he would beg for Daniel to bury himself in his virgin ass. Oh yes, Daniel knew
no other cock had fucked Matthew, knew it with a certainty that defied logic.

“On your knees.” The command was clear, and Matt lowered
himself between Daniel’s thighs without question. As he dipped his head, Daniel
stopped him. He slid his fingers through Matt’s hair, stared a moment into
passion-hued eyes and shivered. Fuck but Matt felt good, tasted even better.

“Stroke your cock while you suck me.” Daniel didn’t even try
to keep the gravel from his voice, and he narrowed his eyes in satisfaction at
the shudder working itself over Matthew’s body in response. As Matt began to
lower his head again, Daniel tightened his grip in his long, silken hair.
“Don’t you fucking come until I tell you to.” He let go of Matt’s hair and sank
back into the couch.

Matthew looked at Daniel’s raging hard-on and there were so
many things he wanted to do, he hardly knew where to start. Finally, he dipped
his head, breathing against the sensitive crown and causing his hair to stroke
over the skin of Daniel’s thighs. When Daniel moved restlessly against the
couch, Matthew felt a surge of power. Daniel might believe he was in charge,
but at this moment he belonged to Matthew completely.

Reaching to the side, Matthew grabbed the tube of lube from
the side table and poured a small puddle into his palm. After rubbing his hands
together, he slowly wrapped one around the base of Daniel’s impressive
erection. As Daniel shifted in enjoyment, Matthew pulled firmly from base to
tip before sliding his free hand deeper between Daniel’s thighs to cup his
balls. Focusing intently on the task at hand, he massaged the tight sac between
Daniel’s legs softly, a direct contrast to the hard pull of his hand on
Daniel’s cock.

Daniel knotted his hand in Matthew’s hair and pulled his
head up so their gazes met. “Matty.” His voice sent shivers skittering over
Matthew’s nerve endings. “Quit fucking around and suck my dick.”

Matt smiled and flicked his tongue over the head of Daniel’s
cock. When Daniel’s hips jerked against his mouth, Matthew smiled even wider,
and sipped at the salty drop of fluid that appeared at the tip. This he thought
he could do. After all, he had a cock, and he knew what felt good. And Daniel
hadn’t had any complaints last time. Now Matthew was determined to bring Daniel
to his knees.

Looking up at Daniel’s closed eyes, Matthew lapped at his
erection, enjoying the potent taste. Slowly he worked his way down until he was
licking at Daniel’s tight sac before drawing it into his mouth. Daniel’s
eyelids fluttered and his jaw clenched, and Matthew drew his teeth lightly over
the sensitive skin in the crease between thigh and groin. He gave a sucking
bite, deeply satisfied at the thought of marking Daniel in some small way.

Finally Matthew allowed Daniel to pull him up so he could
engulf the plum-shaped head of his erection deep into his mouth. Taking the
impressive length as deeply into his throat as he could, Matthew swallowed
repeatedly, allowing the contractions of his throat to massage the hot flesh.

Pulling back, Matthew sucked hard on the very head of
Daniel’s cock. Daniel gave a low hum of pleasure, pulsing his hips to bury
himself farther into the wet heat of Matthew’s mouth. Matt responded by rubbing
his tongue lightly over the super-stimulated skin below the luscious rim and
dragging his tongue repeatedly along the slit, sipping at the minute bursts of
pre-cum that rewarded him.

Daniel moved Matt off his cock. The magic Matt produced
while he sucked him almost made him lose it, fast. Too fast. Daniel rubbed a
thumb over Matthew’s wet, swollen lips before directing Matt’s upper body onto
the couch, guiding him into a kneeling position over the seat cushions. Matthew
had great instincts, and seemed to know instantly what to do. He spread his
legs and pushed his ass out.

Daniel grabbed the lube and the condom and quickly sheathed
himself. Dropping to his knees behind him, he slid his palms up Matthew’s
smooth back. He ran his hands down Matt’s sides and back up, massaging tense
flesh until it relaxed. He placed his mouth at the top of his spine and licked
his way down to the dents on his ass.

Goose bumps rose everywhere Daniel’s fingers tread and
muscles bunched under his fingers. Opening the bottle, he liberally squirted
the small of Matt’s back, watching in fascination as the silky liquid drizzled
a shiny path toward Matthew’s ass. Little by little, Daniel coaxed liquid to
the tight bud.

Lightly he probed the dark opening, savoring the shiver that
tiptoed down Matthew’s back. Working his finger in deeper, he used a slow,
screwing motion to loosen Matthew’s tight hole. After a long, writhing moment,
Daniel drew out to gather more lube.

He knew Matt was ready when his legs started to shake.
Daniel leaned forward to bite Matt’s earlobe as he slid a second finger into
his anus.

“Relax, push back for me. I need to stretch you.” A third
finger, and Matt groaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain at the thick
invasion.

Daniel licked and nibbled Matt’s neck and shoulders,
whispering encouragement, all the while applying more lube to Matt’s hole. When
Matt began pushing back on Daniel’s fingers, he knew it was time.