Serious blue eyes regarded him. Liev’s gaze was inscrutable.
“What made you change your mind?” Chris asked, the words a scratchy breath.
Liev’s nostrils flared. “I can’t fight what I feel for you anymore. It’s stupid to do so. And un—”
Chris didn’t let him finished. Words weren’t important anymore. Nothing was important anymore.
Nothing except this moment. This man and this moment.
Chris slid his tongue into Liev’s willing mouth, smoothed his hand over his warm flesh and, with a groan and a whimper, surrendered to it all.
He tried to dispense with foreplay, but Liev would have none of it. Every time Chris begged Liev to fuck him, Liev would rush him toward a precipice of pleasure with his lips, his tongue, his fingers.
The sun slowly charted its morning journey in the sky, throwing shadows over the wall of Chris’s bedroom. Chris lost himself over and over again to the raw, concentrated sensations Liev awoke in him. And still he begged for more.
When he didn’t think he could survive any longer, when he feared his cock was going to erupt with the mounting pressure of Liev’s never-ending stimulation of his body, the man seared his lips with a crushing kiss and climbed from the bed.
Chris’s heart—already beating faster than it should—jumped into overdrive. Breath held, he watched Liev walk from the room and then released the air in his lungs in a wobbly sigh when the Australian returned, the bottle of lube in one hand, a condom packet in the other.
Oh God. It’s happening. It’s happening now…
Chapter Thirteen
The feverish thought filled Chris’s mind. Shifting on the bed, he rested on his elbows, unable to tear his stare from the man moving toward him.
With a small smile, Liev climbed onto the end of the mattress—first one knee and then the other.
Chris swallowed. Every nerve ending in his body fizzed. “D-do you want me to…roll over?”
At Liev’s slow shake of the head, a hot spasm claimed Chris’s cock.
The man smoothed his hands around Chris’s ankles, his gaze holding Chris motionless as he slowly spread Chris’s legs apart. “I want to see your face when I enter you, Huntley. I want to see your pleasure as well as feel it.”
Chris’s pulse beat fast in his neck. His mouth went dry. A low moan of approval vibrated in his chest.
With another small smile, Liev lowered his head to Chris’s right leg and charted a path over Chris’s flesh with his lips.
“Oh, man…”
The exclamation fell from Chris on a rasping breath. His stomach hitched, the closer Liev’s mouth drew to his groin the tighter his cock grew. And grew. A quick glance at the throbbing organ told Chris he’d never been harder or bigger. Christ, at this rate he was going to fucking come the second Liev’s fingers brushed his thigh. If not before then.
Returning his stare to Liev, he swallowed.
Before
was an extremely distinct possibility. The mere sight of Liev’s lips travelling up Chris’s leg was like visual Viagra, let alone the silken caress of each kiss on his skin.
“Oh, man,” he groaned again. “I don’t think I’m going to last long.”
Liev chuckled against Chris’s knee. His fingers continued their path toward Chris’s groin. “It’s not a marathon, Chris. And I’m not going to give you a hard time if you come before I do.”
Chris’s laugh sounded strained, probably because Liev had resumed his journey up Chris’s thigh with his lips, the back of his knuckles brushing the heavy swell of Chris’s balls.
“A hard time? Isn’t that the point?”
For an answer, Liev snared the tube of lube from the bed and popped the lid.
Chris’s heart smashed into his throat.
Gazing down at him, Liev squeezed a dollop of the thick, clear liquid onto his fingertips. “Spread your legs wider, Huntley.”
Chris did as ordered, the action parting his ass cheeks more.
A low moan rumbled in Liev’s chest. His jaw bunched. “Fuck, you have a gorgeous hole. Tight and perfect. Made for fucking.” He pressed his lube-coated fingers to Chris’s anus and pushed.
Rivers of delicious heat flowed through Chris at the contact. He groaned, driving his heels into the soft mattress and spreading his legs farther. Jesus, he wanted this. So much.
“It’s going to hurt, Chris,” Liev murmured, his gaze fixed on Chris’s entrance. He coated his fingers—three this time—with fresh fluid and returned them to Chris’s flesh. “I won’t tell you otherwise. When I first push into you it’s going to burn like hell, but it’s going to feel so fucking good after the pain has stopped.” He dipped into Chris’s passage, first one finger and then another and finally the third. “I promise.”
Chris hissed in a sharp breath, his hips bucking upward. He couldn’t stop looking at the man stretching his ass. Liev’s warning, his statement, only cemented Chris’s desire for him more. “I trust you,” he said, the words thick on his tongue. “I want you. You and only you.”
Liev’s nostrils flared. His eyes fluttered closed. “Fuck me, Chris, hearing you say that…”
He slipped his hands under Chris’s thighs and lifted them off the mattress, inching closer until Chris’s calves flattened against his chest and his cock pressed to Chris’s balls. With deft skill, he snatched the condom packet from beside his knee, tore it open with his teeth and slipped out the slick disc. Wordlessly, he rolled the protective sheath down his length. It took an eternity, each inch covered propelling Chris closer to the edge of insanity. When the condom was finally stretched over his cock, he oozed more lube onto his fingers, Chris’s puckered hole and the bulbous head of his shaft.
Lifting his gaze from his handy work, Liev studied Chris. “It’s not too late.” His voice shook, belying the calm control he projected. “I’ll stop now if you tell me to. I don’t want to. Fuck, I don’t want to, but I will. For you. If you ask—”
“Fuck me, Reynolds.” Chris cut him off, reaching for his own straining cock and pumping it once. “Before I come on my damn chest.”
Eyes dilating, jaw bunching, Liev smoothed his hands over Chris’s hips, under his butt and, without a sound, leaned closer down to Chris’s body.
The action aligned the tip of his cock to Chris’s lube-sodden entry. Chris rolled his hips, staring up at the amazing man above him.
There was a moment where time stopped, where the world ceased to spin, and then Liev pushed his hips forward and entered Chris’s body. A little.
Intense pleasure speared through Chris, intense pleasure and searing pain. “Jesus,” he ground out. “That feels…”
Liev withdrew, removing the stretching pressure of his invasion. “What?” He hovered over Chris, his cock nestled to Chris’s burning ass. “Tell me, Huntley. It feels what? I need to know before I—”
“So goddamn good,” Chris groaned, squeezing his throbbing erection with a trembling hand. “Do it again.”
Liev pushed into him again, deeper this time. “Breathe for me, Chris.”
Chris couldn’t stop his raw whimper as he released his pent-up breath. “Hell yeah.”
Again Liev withdrew, this time pausing at the point his cockhead stretched Chris’s ring to its limits before sinking back into Chris’s flesh. “Fuck, you’re tight, Huntley.” His face bunched, beads of sweat trickling down his temples. “Tight and hot and perfect.”
Once more, he slid upward, dangling Chris on a razor-wire line of euphoria. The distended edge of his cockhead stroked Chris’s prostate. Once more, he groaned Chris’s name and declared him tight and hot and perfect. “And mine,” he rasped this time. “Mine.”
The word stole what little control Chris had left. “Yours,” he ground out in agreement, yanking on his own length. “Yours to fuck forever.”
Liev opened his eyes. He stared down into Chris’s face, his eyes ablaze with longing, his face etched with need, and slammed back into him.
Harder and deeper than before.
“Yes,” Chris cried out, pleasure unlike any he could fathom consuming him. This was intimacy, connection. This was giving himself to that person, that one special person and letting that person possess him, own him, complete him… He couldn’t survive it. He never wanted to be without it again.
Never wanted to be without Liev again.
Hot, wet lips grazed a jerky path over his chin, his lips, before Liev drew his hips back, back, back, and once again Chris balanced on the wire, so close to tumbling into the bliss of release.
“Yours,” Liev whispered, gaze locked on Chris’s face. “God help me, I’m yours whenever you want me.”
He sank into Chris again, buried himself to the root, his shaft embedded inside Chris’s body.
Chris came.
His seed erupted from his cock, spurting all over his chest, his throat. He thrashed beneath Liev, his orgasm ripping from his core, his bones, his very soul.
And still Liev didn’t stop fucking him. Still, the man continued to pound his ass, over and over, each thrust turning Chris’s release into something else, something sublime.
Something perfect.
Something pure.
Liev froze for a split second, his shaft buried to the root in Chris’s ass. His body thrummed with an inferno Chris felt in his core, and then, with a strangled roar, he threw back his head, drove his fingers into Chris’s thighs and came.
His ejaculate burst from his body. Chris could feel it pumping through the turgid length of his cock. The sensation detonated fresh pleasure in Chris’s soul and he whimpered Liev’s name, over and over again. He took his lover deeper, lost to the desire in Liev’s eyes. Lost to the sheer bliss of being with him this way.
When Liev’s wild thrusts slowed, Chris allowed his eyes to close. His lover shifted slightly between his legs, enough to let Chris’s legs fall from Liev’s chest.
The move caused Liev’s cock to slip free of Chris’s anus and Chris groaned. The sudden sense of emptiness at the absence of Liev’s flesh in his body struck through his heart.
Christ, he truly was gone for the guy. Hook, line and sinker.
Opening his eyes, he couldn’t stop the smile spreading over his lips as he gazed up at the Australian still kneeling between his legs.
Liev’s chest heaved. Sweat glistened on his forehead, his nose. The fine dark-blond hair on his chest was matted. His abs were an exquisite six-pack defined by exertion. To Chris, he was the epitome of male perfection. Christ, he loved him. It wasn’t possible, not after seven days, but he did.
He opened his mouth, the words on his tongue, and closed his mouth again. More than one woman had told him she loved him after sex. He remembered how unsettling the confession always made him feel, and while Liev had used the terms
mine
and
yours
mid-coitus, Chris had no idea if he really meant it.
As much as he wanted to tell the man he was head over fucking heels in love with him, he couldn’t. Ignoring the fact he didn’t want to make Liev uncomfortable, he really didn’t know if that’s what guys
did
after sex, albeit amazing, mind-blowing, soul-shattering sex.
This was more than sex, Chris. It was. Tell him. Look at him and tell him what you feel.
Chris opened his mouth again, his stare on Liev’s face, and said, “Holy fuck, that was incredible.”
The skin around Liev’s eyes tightened. His Adam’s apple jerked up and down his throat, and then he chuckled, swinging Chris’s leg over his body so he could stretch out on the bed beside him. “That’s one word for it.”
Chris flopped back on the mattress and stared at the ceiling without seeing it. His heart raced. His blood roared in his ears. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t say what he wanted to say. What he desperately wanted to say. “Holy fuck,” he muttered again, his mouth dry. “Holy fuck.”
“I think that about sums it up.” At his shoulder, Liev laughed again, the sound relaxed and at ease. Chris wished he felt the same. “Wait, I’m not even remotely religious.”
Trying to calm his whirling emotions, Chris rolled his head to the side and gave Liev a contemplative look. “Fiery fuck sounds painful.”
Liev pulled a face. “It does.”
“And guarded fuck sounds ominous.”
Liev snorted. “Disturbing in fact.”
Chris returned his gaze to the ceiling. “Holy fuck it is then.”
“Holy fuck,” Liev echoed.
The urge to turn to the man and tell him he loved him surged through Chris again. Instead, he threaded his hands behind his head and forced a grin to his lips. If Liev could be cool about what they’d just experienced, he could be too. “I’d like to point out,” he said, “that the floaties are now well and truly shredded.”
“You might be right.”
Chris laughed, flicking a look at Liev. “
Might
be right?”
Liev’s grin was languid, sated. “There are many other positions, Huntley. When you’ve tried them all we can talk about the state of your floaties. For example, there’s this amazing position called the Anal Drop.”
Chris’s heart kicked up a notch at the thought of Liev penetrating his body again. If it wasn’t for the fact he was so goddamn exhausted and drained, that his cock was currently as limp as an overcooked noodle, that his mind was a turbulent mess of emotional insecurity, he’d flatten Liev to the bed, cover the man’s body with his own and demand they try the Anal Drop right that very second.