“Needs,” he admitted, which was not something he’d ever said to a lover. Wanted, yes.Respondedto, well, yes.
But voiced a need?
No. Because this, being in bed with a man, was already such a miracle Brady had been willing to take whatever his partner would give.
But he lived in a world without rules now, without shame, and he shamelesslycravedwhat Eric was offering.
Eric understood, chuckling as he thrust not one, buttwoslick fingers into Brady’s channel, and Brady cried out, his voice guttural, his body pushing down to allow them entrance.
“Oh God,” he groaned, “please. Please, yes.”
Eric swallowed his cock while he thrust his fingers inside, and Brady cried out again, his fingers knotting in Eric’s hair until Brady let go to beat the mattress, almost sobbing with want.
“Are you going to say it?” Eric teased, his breath soft on Brady’s cock. “Or is it easier to simply take you, fuck you into the mattress, let you be quietly grateful.”
Well, that’s how Brady had done it in the past, but not this time. Not in this new, exciting place without rules, without restraint.
“Please fuck me,” he begged, the freedom of it shivering through his blood. “Please shove your cock in my ass and take me.”
“Hallelujah….” Eric pushed up onto the bed fully, covering Brady’s body with his own, and Brady spread his knees and lifted his ass, feeling wanton, feelingslutty, but feeling powerful too.
This man—beautiful, brave, mysterious, and kind—wanted to be inside Brady’s body, and Brady wanted it so bad.
It was a miracle.
His cock was… oh wow. Brady maybe should have handled the equipment before allowing it access. But Eric was patient and slow until Brady was gibbering with need, and finally, finally, he was seated all the way inside Brady’s chamber, and Brady felt his eyes burn with the perfection of it.
“Hurts?” Eric asked again, his tongue flickering out to taste the brine at Brady’s cheekbones.
“Needs,” Brady repeated. “Thank you. Thank you for—ah, God, yes!”
Eric had started to move, pulling out, thrusting gently, pulling out again, thrusting with a little more force. Every fuck was a new, higher place, and Brady tilted his head back and simplycompliedwith all that pleasure, yanking him inside out, putting his soul on display with his cravings and his weaknesses and then… giving him everything he’d ever desired.
Above him Eric was grunting softly, his forehead shimmering with sweat until Brady’s entire bodyblossomed, welcoming that great length into Brady’ssoul, and as Brady convulsed, spurting come, crying out, Eric gasped and came, flooding Brady’s senses, his body, his asshole, with heat, viscous and real, marking him inside and out.
Eric collapsed on top of him, still inside Brady’s grasping, needy orifice, and Brady kissed his temple, so replete he wasn’t sure he could move, even to clean himself out.
“Thank you,” he murmured. “Thank you, Charlie. Thank you.”
For a moment Eric stiffened in his arms, but Brady whimpered. “It’s okay,” he mumbled. “Please. You just have so much of me. Let me have a little more.”
“Okay,” Eric whispered. “Okay. But only you.”
“Only me,” Brady told him. “Only you.” He wasn’t sure how else to say it, but it was important.
Eric chuckled mirthlessly and then kissed Brady like he needed it. He pulled back and searched Brady’s face in the tiny bit of ambient light coming in from two of the porches across the street.
“You could have had plausible deniability,” Eric told him, looking stricken.
“It’s a poor substitute for having you,” Brady replied. Inside he made a vow to not regret this moment, no matter what the consequences. He’d wondered at his limits, at what he was made of.
Apparently, whatever stuff made up Brady Wilson Carnegie, it wasn’t a substance that would let him betray a lover who had touched his soul in the dark of a starry night.
“Sleep,” Eric mumbled. “Forget my name if you like. You’ve given me so very much.”
The words sounded like goodbye, but Brady was fading.Not goodbye, he wanted to say.Beginning. How do you not know the difference?
But it didn’t matter. His body was satisfied, and finally, finally, his brain was at peace, and it was time to recharge for another day.
