by Sierra
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.
He slipped in closer behind the younger man.
“Hands stay on the couch, Matt.” He deliberately kept his voice harsh, making it an order. He poised his cock at the tight entrance to Matt’s ass. “They come off the couch and this is over.” Slowly he spread Matt’s firm ass cheeks. With a steady hand, Daniel guided his cock slowly in, shifting the plump head from side to side as he worked it past the tight ring of muscle. He watched as Matt’s ass swallowed him up, inch by inch. Matt’s hands clenched and unclenched against the leather.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Daniel ground his teeth as he pushed the last inch into Matt. He ran his hands over Matt’s ass and up his spine. Pulling back slowly, he surged forward a little faster. With each thrust, Daniel picked up speed and force, and low grunts of pleasure and effort exploded from Matthew’s chest.
Daniel’s thrusts became short and shallow. He reached under Matt’s body and grabbed his cock. His hand was slick with leftover lube and glided easily up and down Matt’s hard shaft. Matthew’s grunts ramped up, becoming low growls. Arching his back, Matthew pushed into Daniel’s thrusts, tossing his head and sending his hair dancing in a slippery cloud over Daniel’s face.
Daniel pummeled Matt harder and harder, lost in the carnality only two men could share. His teeth scraped Matt’s neck, biting
down as he drove forward. At the tiny pain, Matt’s ass clutched around the cock sheathed so tightly inside him.
He grabbed one of Matt’s hands, wrapping it around his own straining dick. Daniel put his hand over Matthew’s, and together they pumped as Daniel pounded his ass. Matt’s ass bit at Daniel’s cock, while Matt’s hand drew Daniel’s ever faster on his own. The assault on Daniel’s senses was mind blowing, and he couldn’t tell who was trembling more, Matt or himself.
Matt’s hand began to lose its rhythm even as Daniel’s balls tightened against his body. He nipped Matt’s ear hard enough to make him yelp.
“Come for me, Matty,” he rasped in Matthew’s ear, and that was all Matt needed to let go, shooting his scalding cum over their hands, spattering the couch and even the floor. Daniel let go of Matt’s hand, grabbing his hips as he shoved forward once, twice, before he let loose a loud groan of his own. The orgasm seemed to last forever, and even after he’d filled the condom he kept pumping for several long moments as little lightning bolts of sensation rocked his body.
Breathing heavily, he collapsed against Matt’s back. He felt as if he’d just run a marathon, panting and unable to move. He allowed himself to enjoy the moment after just this once, because this was the only time it was going to happen. Matt shocked his system, made things feel right, made Daniel feel right. Daniel knew from harsh experience, that kind of right didn’t last.
If he didn’t walk away now, he would destroy Matt. He could never give the younger man the love and fidelity he craved, and that was something Daniel couldn’t live with. Dan’s own mother and father had left him, his mother physically, his father emotionally, and Daniel had sworn he’d never do that to someone else.
But for now he would enjoy the feel of Matthew’s skin against his.
In an uncharacteristic move, he wrapped his arms around Matt’s body and, resting his head against his lover’s damp shoulder blades, Daniel held him for a brief time. He knew reality would set in as soon as they caught their breath. Until then he would steal these few moments to remember that something special had touched him once.
Chapter Four
Meredith was sitting at Marcus’ desk when Matthew arrived at the office Monday morning. There was a strange and very attractive man standing behind her chair, and he was standing close, one large hand wrapped around the back of her neck, stroking absently. Unbelievably, Meredith was allowing it. Matt blinked a couple of times. It seemed his entire family was going crazy. Marcus had disappeared, Meredith seemed to have dropped her ice queen routine, and he was fucking his brother’s best friend. What was next? An asteroid hitting the Fisher Building?
“Any luck finding our fearless leader?” Meredith’s question drew Matthew from his reverie.
“Nope. Daniel said he’d seen him Friday night, and he seemed fine. Better than fine.” Matthew grinned at Meredith’s eye-roll. “But he hasn’t heard from him since. Hi, I’m Matthew Worthington.” Matt offered the stranger his hand and was impressed with his firm handshake. He was also impressed when the stranger immediately returned his hand to Meri’s neck.
“Tony Renatto.” He had a firm grip, a firm voice, and met Matthew’s eyes squarely when he spoke.
“The contractor, right?” Renatto nodded. “Since Meri’s in charge, I’ll assume we’re on schedule and good to go.”
The other man slid a slow smile in Meredith’s direction. “Oh yeah, we’re good to go.” To Matthew’s amazement, Meredith flushed a glowing pink. Damn. Who woulda thunk it?
Before they could continue the conversation, there was a brief knock and Daniel entered the room. Matthew felt an instant current zap between them, and noticed Daniel deliberately focused his attention on Meredith and her companion. He took the time to admire the other man’s build. Daniel spent hours a week at the gym, and still more at home working out and lifting weights, and it showed in his hard, toned physique. He was a smidge shorter than Matthew, but made up for it with sheer charisma.
Lost in his own thoughts, it took Matthew a minute to realize the conversation had shifted to him.
“Sorry, zoned out for a minute there.” Daniel’s bland look made it clear he knew exactly what zone Matthew had been in. “Can you rewind about two minutes for me?”
Meredith gave him an impatient look. “I said, since I’m already on the Convention Center construction, I’d like to see you take over the property search.” She shot Daniel a distracted look. “Since Daniel’s already here, Tony and I can move to my office, and the two of you can get to work.”
Matt nodded, making note of Daniel’s reaction. Or his complete lack of reaction. He smiled to himself. This just might be fun.
Matt plopped himself down in Marcus’ abandoned office chair. Folding his arms casually behind his head, he flashed a beaming smile at Daniel. When no smile was returned, he let out a long sigh and put his hands on the desk.
“Lighten up, Danny-boy. We’ve got too much work to do to get all jammed up about last night.”
Daniel gave a brief nod and flipped open his briefcase. It seemed to Matthew he was almost hiding behind it. When he looked up again, Matthew was still watching him, a secretive little smile curving his lips. Daniel scowled, and Matt laughed.
“Do we need to talk about last night?” He already knew the answer. He’d seen it in Daniel’s eyes when he left. Regret etched deeply on Daniel’s face, making him appear suddenly older
Daniel slapped three thick files on top of the desk. “There isn’t anything we need to discuss, Matt.” End of subject. It was beyond clear that Daniel had shut down even as he opened the first file.
“This is a property in Traverse City. The owner is asking two-point-five million but I think with our present economy we can talk him down. Its located half a mile from the water and within walking distance of restaurants and other tourist haunts.” Daniel chanced a glance at Matt. His chin rested in his hand, and he was wearing an amused grin. Okay, enough of this. Daniel stood up and shoved the folders across the desk.
“Look these over, Matt. I’ll be back tomorrow around eleven. I need a decision by then.”
“Running away?” Matt’s smooth voice froze Daniel in his tracks. He turned and approached Matt. Spinning his chair around, Daniel grabbed both arms, leaning in close enough to smell the minty gum Matt was chewing.
“I don’t run, Matthew. This can’t go on. Your brother is my best friend. I had fun, but you can’t handle how I need things to be, and you know it.” He straightened up. “Do yourself a favor and find a nice vanilla girlfriend who will adore you.”
Matthew’s laughter caught Daniel completely by surprise.
“You ass.” Matthew was almost snorting with humor. “When will you quit trying to tell me what I want?” Matthew stood, stepping into Daniel’s space, close enough that their bodies brushed. “For a bright, perceptive man, you’re being awfully dense.” Matthew crowded him, and Daniel stepped away before the younger man could feel his growing erection. “I’ve been just fine with how you ‘need things to be’.” He mockingly lowered his voice to mimic Daniel’s. “And buddy, I ain’t had vanilla sex since I was a teenager.”
Matthew returned to his chair and picked up the first folder. “I’ll look these over, Danny.” Daniel could practically hear his teeth grinding, and Matt probably did too, because he started to chuckle all over again. “If you can’t handle being alone in a room with me while I do it.” Daniel turned toward the door before he knocked the younger man on his ass. Or kissed him. “Then I guess I’ll just have to give you an answer tomorrow.”
Matthew was still laughing when the door shut—very firmly—behind Daniel’s retreating form.
Chapter Five
Shannon dug in with her sneakers and braced herself to heave her ancient couch up against the one empty wall in Lisa’s apartment, only to jerk back with a yelp of pain as her finger dragged over a loose nail.
“Dammit!” She blotted the bleeding wound on her ratty jeans and stood surveying the mes
s that was her living room. Lisa had left almost all of her furniture, which would have been a blessing if Shannon hadn’t had any of her own. As it was, over the last two days Shannon had managed to fit in an extra bed (propped up against the bedroom wall), an extra TV (living on the bathroom counter) and an extra recliner (wedged behind the small table in the dining nook). All she had to do was manage to man-handle the damn couch into place and she would have a functional, if not feng shui, living space.
Taking a moment to kick the couch, which was completely unproductive but extremely satisfying, Shannon grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen, climbed over the recliner and flopped down on the offending piece of furniture. Deciding she needed a break, she took a little mental vacation and returned to the pool in her imagination.
Matt. Matthew. What an utterly beautiful man. His eyes reminded her of the sky before a storm; the swirling blue and green and gray were a barometer for his emotions. She already knew when he was amused or happy his eyes took on a blue that was as clear as the Caribbean Sea. She wondered what color they’d be when he was aroused, and then gave a very unladylike snort.
Shannon had no problems with her self-image, but she was the first to admit she was a “real woman”. You’d be much more likely to find her in a Dove commercial than in Sports Illustrated, and she was okay with that. Unfortunately, men like Matthew Worthington didn’t dally with “real women”. They dallied with size-negative-zero supermodels named Elga. Still, it was a nice fantasy, and it cheered her up immensely.
The last words he’d spoken to her before they’d parted at the pool had been an offer to help her move the heavy stuff around. She’d listened attentively when he’d given her his unit number, and thanked him for the offer, but she’d never actually intended to take him up on it.
Well, her stinging, bloody finger had her rethinking that.