“Feel good, sweetheart?” He nuzzled Brandon’s neck, driving Brandon wild with desire.
“God, yes.” Brandon’s breath came in pants as he thrashed his head on the pillow. “Fuck, don’t stop.” He thrust his hips upward, anything to get some vital pressure on his aching cock.
Tash said nothing but continued his teasing licks and kisses down Brandon’s body, nibbling at his nipples and swirling around his belly button. Brandon almost screamed with relief as Tash’s strong hand grasped Brandon’s cock. Tash’s lips kissed the head, and his tongue ticked the tiny slit, licking up all the liquid seeping out. “You like that, huh?”
Brandon could barely catch his breath to answer. “Please, please.”
“You want me to suck you, is that it?”
Oh fuck, the guy was going to kill him, if Brandon didn’t kill Tash first for making Brandon beg. “Yes, damn it.” Then all coherent thought left his mind as Tash’s mouth slid over Brandon’s cock, engulfing it in heat and wetness.
Tash took him all the way down his throat before drawing tight, then down again, his hands stroking in a steady up-and-down rhythm. One hand reached down and teased Brandon’s balls, then slipped farther back to tickle and circle his hole.
Brandon was close to bursting. His painfully hard cock ached, and the teasing pressure of Tash’s lips and tongue had him teetering on the edge. “Oh God, fuck me. Now.” He clutched at the sheets, knotting them in his hands as he thrust his hips up, ruthlessly shoving his cock down Tash’s throat. His orgasm barreled down on him, and he shattered into a million glittering pieces, his mind wiped clean of anything except the unadulterated pleasure pouring through him.
Tash never faltered and swallowed him to the last drop. Brandon shuddered and lay in a puddle of desire, watching as Tash crawled over to the night table for the condoms and lube, then stopped. With a questioning quirk of his brow, Tash faced him and smiled when Brandon shook his head. Tash left the condoms on the table, returning to kiss him, then pour some lube on his cock. Brandon was far too sated and wrung out from reaching a point of never-before-imagined ecstasy to do anything but hold on to Tash’s arms and fall into his kiss.
“We don’t need anything else between us, sweetheart. I’m so fucking hot for you; I know I won’t last.”
Brandon groaned at Tash’s words. Tash hadn’t entered him, yet Brandon craved to be stretched full and drilled deep.
He lifted his legs, spreading them. “Fuck me. Come on.” Tash’s slick cock penetrated him, and Brandon couldn’t wait. He tilted his hips and pushed up, impaling himself on the thickness, welcoming the sensation of being filled up by the man he loved more than anything.
Tash leaned over and slid his hand through Brandon’s hair, holding him down on the pillow while he took his mouth in a scorching kiss. “No one else. Only you and me.” He began the delicious pull and drag of his cock, in and out, and Brandon met each thrust with abandon, urging Tash on.
“Only you. Fuck me hard, harder. Yes. Come on. I love you.”
Tash plunged into his body, and skin to skin for the first time, Brandon knew they’d never been so connected, so in tune as their bodies moved in perfect synchronicity. With every slide and push, Tash left an indelible mark on Brandon, loving him, claiming him. Brandon welcomed him deep inside, deeper than he’d ever reached before. He tilted his hips so Tash could hit his sweet spot. Tash smoothly pegged it over and over again until Brandon’s screams of pleasure mixed with Tash’s groans of ecstasy, and they came together.
Tash collapsed on top of him, and Brandon held him tight, loving the heaviness of Tash’s body pinning him to the bed. He buried his face in Tash’s damp curls, inhaling his warm scent as he nuzzled into that comforting curve of his neck. The frenzied thump of their hearts settled down into a normal rhythm, yet Brandon was loath to let Tash go.
Tash pulled out of him slowly, then curled his body around Brandon, pulling him close. “This was a nice way to start the weekend. I’m thinking, seeing the table by the fire, that this was all a setup?”
Brandon smiled against Tash’s chest. “Maybe. But I made the chicken knowing it would be good cold or hot. It’s sort of a celebration for us, don’t you think?”
Tash rubbed Brandon’s back. “In a way it is; you’re right. So I think we need a toast.”
They got out of bed and each put on some pants before heading over to the warmth of the fire. Brandon uncorked the wine and poured a glass for Tash and one for himself. He stared into the fire for a moment before speaking.
“We’ve been living here together for one month, and every day it only gets better and better. Because of you I have my brothers back and my mother here. You gave me back my life. If I’d never stopped running, I would have passed this all right by and missed you, and that would’ve been the biggest mistake I’d ever made.” Brandon kissed Tash, loving the sweet sweep of his tongue and the scratch of his evening stubble rubbing against Brandon’s face. The fact that he had this man every morning and night forever was a gift he didn’t take for granted.
Tash cupped Brandon’s jaw, holding his gaze. “I love you more today than the first time I knew it in my heart. Having you here with me, sharing our lives together and creating a home and family is something I’d never expected. I’m glad you stopped running.” When he reached out his hand, Brandon took it. “It made you easier to catch.”
They clinked their glasses and sipped the wine. Brandon savored the richness on his tongue and then took another sip and kissed Tash, sharing the wine from his mouth. Their kiss deepened, and Brandon knew his days of running were over. There was no place he’d rather be than right here in Tash’s arms.
Epilogue
Mike and Rachel
Six months later
Mike stood in Esther’s garden, pulling at the collar around his neck. “Damn, I hate wearing these things. I told Rachel we should’ve eloped and gone to Vegas or something.”
Ash snorted. “And have Esther miss the wedding of her only granddaughter?” He raised a dubious brow. “Surely you aren’t that stupid?”
True. Esther was like his grandmother, and he’d never do anything to hurt her. Aside from the fact that Rachel had told him her childhood dream was to marry in her grandmother’s garden, and Mike couldn’t refuse her a thing.
“No, you’re right.” But it didn’t make standing in the sun wearing a tie any easier.
