by Allan, S. H.
In one word, it was magical.
Once they parked the silver Audi, they checked in with the B and B host, who sent them upstairs to their suite with a bottle of wine. Their third-floor room was bright and airy and featured a color theme that blended well with the natural greenery that surrounded the area. The suite had generous proportions, with a short foyer leading to a sitting area that featured a beautiful antique chaise lounge and a plush sofa in a lovely seafoam green. A large fruit and cheese basket sat in the center of the low coffee table. On the far side of the sitting area and near the balcony was a king-size four-poster bed covered with an embroidered cream-colored quilt. French doors with airy white drapes opened onto a balcony with two sitting chairs, a table, and a padded wicker rocking bench for two. Their corner room was west facing, and tall shrubs provided privacy from the neighboring rooms on either side.
Chris felt a warm burst of love race through him. This retreat was beautiful and peaceful, and Brady had chosen it just for them.
A smile played on Chris’s lips as he checked his reflection in the gilt-framed mirror. He had slicked back his hair, and his hazel eyes finally—finally—looked wide-awake. He pulled on one of the thick white robes before he brushed his teeth and shaved.
When Brady had come out of his shower, he’d mentioned checking the times for vineyard tours nearby. A wicked smile spread across Chris’s face as he reached for his shaving kit.
Even though he was excited to explore the area, Chris was pretty sure the vineyards could wait.
A few minutes later, Chris slid open the bathroom’s dark wood panel and padded barefoot toward the open balcony doors. He paused in the doorway to admire the view. Brady sat in one of the chairs in dark jeans and a gray polo, and his caramel-brown loafers matched the woven belt that was looped around his waist. Brady looked up and set aside his BlackBerry.
Brady’s smile was teasing as he caught sight of Chris’s robe. He lifted his brows. “I thought we were heading out. Going back to bed, Sleeping Beauty?”
Chris darted a glance around before focusing on Brady. Chris’s lids dropped to half-mast. “Maybe,” he murmured. “But not to sleep.” His words trailed off as he let his robe fall open.
Chris watched Brady closely. Brady’s eyes went wide, and Chris could pinpoint the exact moment Brady saw it.
The silver cock ring was just snug enough around the base of Chris’s cock to be pleasurable on the erection he had stroked for himself in the bathroom. However, Chris didn’t wear it just for his own enjoyment. Honestly, while the metal ring heightened sensation at his climax, he could take it or leave it in the end. No, Chris wore it because he knew Brady loved it.
Loved it when it was wrapped around Chris’s cock, that is.
Brady drew in a shaky breath as he stood. Brady’s gaze landed on Chris’s cock once more before those intense dark eyes lifted to meet Chris’s own. Brady’s voice was a hoarse rasp. “I wanna fuck you so bad right now.”
The corner of Chris’s lips curled up as he reached for Brady’s hand. Chris walked backward, guiding them through the French doors. “Well, what’s stopping you, handsome?” he asked with a provocative smile and a gleam in his eyes.
Brady growled, and suddenly, Chris’s senses were filled with him.
Brady’s hands came up to push the robe off Chris’s shoulders. Then one hand gripped Chris’s shoulder to maneuver him backward against the bed while the other moved to take a possessive grip on Chris’s cock. Brady covered his mouth with hungry lips, and Chris eagerly tangled his tongue with Brady’s own while that hand on his cock stroked him firmly from base to tip. Brady pushed him onto the bed, and Chris’s breath came in gasps as he settled onto his back on the soft surface of the quilt, displaying himself—and the silver cock ring—for Brady.
Brady took a step back. He stood by the bed and pinned Chris with a heated look. His tongue came out to wet his lips before he spoke in a low, intimate voice. “I like you like that.” Brady pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted torso and the defined musculature of his broad chest. He stepped out of his shoes and reached for his belt. “Ready for me.” Brady popped the buttons on his jeans and slid them, along with his burgundy boxers, down his long tanned legs. His cock sprang out, already hard and thick with desire. “Ready for us.” Brady gripped his cock and gave it a long stroke.
Chris’s breath caught in his throat as Brady climbed onto the bed. Chris let out a needy moan as he reached for Brady, eager to be skin to skin.
He wanted Brady. Now.
Brady leaned over Chris and covered him with his body, his firm muscles warm and enticingly familiar. Chris wrapped his arms around Brady, pressing him close. Chris sighed contentedly. It felt wonderful to have him close. Brady rested on his elbows as his hands came up to tunnel through Chris’s honey-brown hair. “Did you bring that ring here for me?” Brady asked affectionately.
Chris nodded, a soft smile playing on his face.
Brady’s gaze dipped to Chris’s lips before lifting to meet his eyes. His voice was warm and matched the smile on his face. “I love you so much, you know?”
Chris nodded again. “Show me,” he whispered, arching his back and rolling his hips up to press his aching erection against Brady’s.
Brady’s eyes squeezed shut upon the sensual contact, and Chris leaned up to kiss his soft lips. When Brady’s eyes opened again, his gaze was heated. Wicked with intent. “You’re gonna feel me for days.”
Chris’s breath caught on that promise, and his lids fluttered shut as Brady began kissing his way down his chest. Chris groaned as he felt Brady’s mouth on his nipples, first licking them with soft rasps of his tongue, then sucking on them. Chris glanced down and saw Brady’s rapt gaze on him. Brady smiled around the stiffened peak in his mouth, then bit it gently.
Chris felt the pleasure-pain of it like there was a wired connection that went directly to his cock.
“Fuck, I love that. Love it.”
Brady lifted his head and smiled. “I know.” Brady continued his path southward, and Chris shivered as he felt Brady’s breath against his belly and then, suddenly, on his cock.
Chris angled his head so he could watch Brady. Brady wrapped his hand around the base of Chris’s cock, fingering the silver cock ring lightly. Brady’s lids grew heavy as he leaned closer, his tongue leading the way until it touched the head of Chris’s cock.
Chris groaned, and his hips jerked up as Brady’s lips parted to take the shining head of Chris’s cock into his mouth. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck.” Chris reached for Brady, and his fingers tangled in Brady’s dark hair.
Brady murmured around his mouthful, causing an amazing buzzing sensation to run from the tip of Chris’s cock straight through his veins. Brady’s wide palm encircled the base of Chris’s cock, and he gave it a soft stroke as his warm, slick mouth worked the head.
Brady released Chris’s cock with a gentle pop, then licked it underneath from base to tip. He made eye contact with Chris, whose breath came in gasps. “You like that, baby?” Brady asked, a gleam in his eye.
Chris swallowed and choked out, “You know I do.”
Brady smiled knowingly. “Good.”
Chris’s cock was throbbing, and when Brady just sat there watching him, Chris reached with one hand to palm it, to stroke it—to do something to alleviate this ache. Brady intercepted Chris’s hand, gently grasping his wrist. “Nuh-uh,” Brady said with a playful scold. “That’s my job.”
Chris groaned and shut his eyes. “Then fucking fuck me, dammit!” Once Brady released his wrist, Chris moved to grasp the bedspread, following along with Brady’s tacit no-touch instructions. Chris shifted his hips on the bed, his cock pounding in time with his heartbeat and his ass just begging for Brady’s eight achingly and wondrously familiar inches to fill it.
Brady’s voice was gently teasing. “You want me to fuck you?” Brady’s hand skimmed over Chris’s cock and down over his balls. He massaged them gently.
Chris lifte
d his head and met Brady’s dark gaze. Chris nodded, sure his wide eyes were sending a silent cry for mercy. In case that wasn’t enough, he voiced his plea. “Please.”
Brady’s lips twisted in a contemplative moue. “Hrmmm… where do you want me to fuck you, baby?”
Chris flopped back and huffed out a frustrated breath. God, Brady was so sexy when he did this, but holy fuck, Chris wanted Brady inside him.
Now.
Chris shut his eyes and prayed for patience, even while his body was drawn tight and his cock was begging for release. “Fuck my ass. Please, Brady. Just fuck me,” he whispered hoarsely.
Chris felt Brady shift on the bed. Finally, Brady’s hands slid under his rounded cheeks and lifted him, and Chris almost sang Hallelujah that his ass was finally—
Oh God.
A soft hot tongue began tracing the edges of Chris’s entrance. The moisture from Brady’s tongue left Chris’s skin sensitive to the cooler air when Brady pulled back.
“You mean right there?” Brady’s voice was husky as he posed the question.
He clearly didn’t expect an answer, because Chris soon felt that tongue on his hole once more. Probing, pushing gently until the pointed tip found purchase. Chris couldn’t stop muttering “Oh God, oh God, oh God” under his breath as he felt that firm slick muscle push deep into his ass.
Chris whimpered, and his breathing grew harsh and erratic. He squeezed his eyes tighter and tried to take a calming breath. He bit his lip but couldn’t hold back a ragged moan. The silver cock ring was tight around his shaft, and he was grateful for what little preventative measures it was providing, because as amazing as Brady’s tongue felt, Chris didn’t want to come yet.
He wanted to come with Brady inside him.
Finally, Brady pulled back. Chris sighed as he felt Brady push a finger into his warm, wet hole. Chris looked up and saw Brady sitting back on his heels near the foot of the bed. One of Brady’s hands was stroking his own cock, and the other was between Chris’s legs as that finger—correction, fingers—pressed deep into Chris, spreading him.
Brady met Chris’s gaze as he removed his fingers, and those dark eyes were focused. Intense. “You ready, baby?”
Chris nodded enthusiastically and, in a moment of lucidity, looked to the side at the nightstand where he’d placed the lube he’d packed in his shaving kit. He released his hold on the bedspread to reach out and grab the bottle of clear liquid. Chris tossed it toward the foot of the bed. “Give it to me, Brady. Make me feel it.”
Brady’s eyes went wide at the provocative words. The corner of Brady’s lip curled up as he flipped the cap open with a soft snick. Chris bit his lip while he watched Brady coat his thick cock generously with the liquid. Brady stroked his hand down his shaft a couple of times, then reached forward to insert those lubed fingers into Chris’s opening.
Chris grunted and spread his legs wide as Brady’s fingers penetrated him once more. They felt good, but they still weren’t Brady’s cock. “Don’t fuck around. Just fuck me, Brady. Do it.”
Brady’s eyes were dark with passion as he slipped his fingers out of Chris’s ass. Chris felt the thick head of Brady’s cock as it lined up with his entrance. Their gazes met, and their lips parted on a silent, synchronized gasp when Brady pushed inside. Chris took deep breaths as Brady pulled back and pushed in and pulled back and pushed in again until he was at last seated fully.
They were finally one, and Chris could feel him all the way to his Brady-loving heart.
Brady leaned forward to cover Chris’s torso, and his chest was flush with Chris’s as he kissed Chris deeply. Brady continued his rhythmic strokes as he lifted his head, his firm lower abs skimming over Chris’s erect cock. Brady’s gaze was wide and lust-blown when he looked into Chris’s hazel eyes. Brady’s lips curved in a sinful smile. “You like that, baby?”
Chris panted with each strong, penetrating stroke. “Fuck yeah.”
Brady shifted his hips, changing the angle, and managed to nail Chris’s prostate.
Chris somehow gasped and cried out simultaneously. Brady… Brady was going to make him come.
Soon.
Like now.
“Brady… Brady….” Chris breathed out his name and hoped it was enough for Brady to know.
“I know, baby.” Brady kept that angle and continued to stroke in and out in those high, probing thrusts. “Come for me, Chris. Come for me.”
Chris’s eyes went wide. He felt the climax building in the depths of his soul, and he cried out suddenly as his cock erupted with it.
The sensations were electrifying as they traveled through his veins and zeroed in on his cock. He called out Brady’s name once more and watched through a passion-filled haze as Brady moved his hips and began to penetrate him with longer, deeper strokes. Finally, Brady’s dark eyes met his, and Brady let out a strangled cry.
“Chris! Oh God, baby, yes!”
Brady dipped his head and claimed Chris’s lips in a deep, devouring kiss. Chris felt Brady’s cock jerk inside him, and he was filled with liquid heat. Chris lost track of time as he savored their heat, their passion, their unity.
They were breathing harshly as their lips parted and their gazes held. Chris hugged Brady close, relishing the togetherness of their coupling.
Brady… God, Chris didn’t know how, but Brady always knew exactly how to give Chris what he wanted.
Brady rested his head on Chris’s shoulder for a moment, then nuzzled against Chris’s neck, brushing soft kisses to the tender spot behind Chris’s ear. “Well, I liked your little surprise.”
Chris smiled languidly. “I could tell.” He turned to press a kiss to Brady’s lips.
“God, I love you.” Brady’s kiss in return was long and slow. “Maybe we’ll put the vineyard tour on hold for today,” Brady said with a sated—and sleepy—smile on his lips.
Chris nodded and returned the look with affection. “Love you too,” he murmured.
And even though he knew he needed to take the cock ring off and he knew they needed to get cleaned up, for just that instant, lying there in bed, Chris took the opportunity to cherish the moments that had brought him to be exactly where he was: close, connected, and sheltered from the outside world with Brady.
CHRIS took a sip of his Trinity Estates Private Reserve Cabernet—damn, this stuff is good—and set his glass down on the floor next to the balcony’s rocking bench. He glanced at Brady, who smiled and settled his arm around Chris. Chris rested his head against Brady’s shoulder and took a deep breath of the clean valley air. While they spent their last evening here watching the sun set over the rolling hills of a neighboring vineyard, Chris smiled to himself as he remembered the last few days.
After they—ahem—recovered enough to wake up from their Saturday morning activities, they had lunch and spent a leisurely afternoon checking out the B and B’s grounds and figuring out the tours they would go on the next day. Of course, they made it to the Trinity Estates Winery & Vineyards that weekend as planned, but they also managed to catch a valley-wide tastings tour that included six other local wineries over the next two days.
And, through it all, they were together.
Granted, Brady brought his BlackBerry with him and checked it periodically, but Chris was grateful Brady didn’t have to field any calls during their time here. And, to be honest, Brady wasn’t even checking his BlackBerry around the clock as he sometimes did on vacations.
All in all, Chris was pleased with this trip, and he wished it could be like this always.
Chris rubbed his cheek against the soft cotton of Brady’s blue henley shirt. The sun touched the horizon and began to disappear behind the vineyard’s sloping hill.
Brady hugged Chris close. “You doing okay?”
Chris looked up and met Brady’s gaze. Chris’s lips curved up at the warmth he read there, and Brady’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he returned the smile. “I’m doing wonderfully.” Chris settled back against Brady’s shoulder and sighed.
“It’s so peaceful here. I wish it could be like this at home.”
Silence reigned, and the noises made by nearby wildlife were the only sounds for a moment.
Brady cleared his throat. “Well, I’ve been thinking….” Brady’s words trailed off.
Chris glanced up and lifted his brows. This was new; he wasn’t used to hesitation from Brady. Chris sat up straighter. “About?”
Brady’s eyes were serious as they met Chris’s gaze. “About a lot of things.” Brady cleared his throat again. “But mainly about us. And how I’m not there for you enough.”
Chris’s brows shot up. “But you are. You’re wonderful.”
Brady shook his head, and he wore a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I don’t deserve someone as sweet as you. Really, Chris. I know I work too damn hard. I’m always late for stuff, and I hate that I keep you waiting.” The halfhearted smile disappeared from Brady’s lips. “I saw that cake in the fridge on Friday night. Baby, it was so sweet of you to make it. I know you were thinking of me, and I know it must’ve been awful when I wasn’t there. It had to have been.” Brady’s brow creased in a frown. “I don’t like that the firm’s doing that to us.”
Chris spoke quickly. “It’s okay, really. I know your job’s important. I know that, sweetie.” Chris reached for Brady’s hand and smoothed his fingers over the back of it.
He was soothing Brady, but inside, his mind was reeling.