I said nothing.
And worse, I leaned in to brush a tender kiss over his mouth. It was all the permission he needed because the second I pulled back, his hand dipped into my pants and closed around my cock. I groaned at the sensation of his warm palm enfolding my sensitive flesh and I hung there on a precipice as I waited to see what he would do next. Just like with his kiss, there was no hesitation as he began sliding his hand up and down my shaft. His thumb circled the ridge below my crown and then flicked over the slit. My body had started preparing itself from the moment he’d first kissed me, so pre-cum was eagerly leaking out of me and Brennan moved his thumb to spread the lubrication around.
Electricity was firing along all my nerve endings as Brennan increased the pressure on my dick and I couldn’t stop from thrusting into his hand.
“I need to see you,” Brennan whispered and I opened my eyes to see him watching me with heavy-lidded eyes. I drew in a deep breath and reached down to push my pants past my hips, releasing my aching flesh which Brennan was still lovingly stroking. Instead of putting my hands back against the door, I lowered them until they were resting on his hips. I could see the proof of his own need through the fabric of his pants and when I ran one of my hands over it, Brennan moaned and pushed his hips forward. My ownbody grew even harder as I watched the lust burning like an open flame in his eyes and it took me just seconds to get his pants open and pushed down.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered as I put my hands back on the door and leaned heavily against it so I could look down and watch him working us both. He was using his right hand on me so he had no choice but to use what was clearly his less dominant hand on himself. But it didn’t stop him from matching the strokes he was using on me. I’d expected some kind of hesitation at being told to jerk himself off at the same time, but there was none whatsoever as he eagerly worked us both. The throaty moans that fell from his lips were intoxicating and I couldn’t help but lean down to kiss him long and deep. I kept up the sensual kisses as I murmured orders against his lips.
Slower.
Harder.
It didn’t matter what I told him, he did it without argument. And he was clearly getting off on it because he was grunting desperately against my lips between kisses.
“Memphis, please,” Brennan whispered brokenly as sweat began to dot his brow. My own body was stretched tight with the need to come, but I was loath to end what was happening.
Because he was just so fucking beautiful to watch.
I brushed his hair from his forehead and then kissed his temple before searching out his mouth again. I snagged my fingers in his hair in a near painful hold that had him whimpering desperately. I pressed my forehead to his and said, “Do you need to come, baby?”
Brennan nodded desperately. When I didn’t respond fast enough, he cried out, “Yes!”
The second he said the word, I pushed his hand away from his glistening cock and took over pumping his steely length. Brennan let out a harsh groan and shoved his hips forward. I’d expected him to be too lost in his own need to come to be focused on me, but he matched me stroke for stroke. Our broken grunts and moans filled the small space and when I felt Brennan’s cock begin to pulse in mygrip, I slammed my mouth down on his to capture his cry of pleasure as his orgasm tore through him. My own body reacted violently to the sound and I shoved my hips forward until our hands and cocks were pressed together in a mess of hot flesh. I felt Brennan’s cum splash over the head of my dick and that was enough to send me over. I still had my other hand fisted in Brennan’s hair so when I came hard and fast, I held him in place as I moaned into his mouth.
The climax was almost brutal in its intensity, so much so that it felt like the top of my head was going to blow off. Even the aftershocks rocked through my body with painful force and I knew Brennan was in the same boat because the fingers of his free hand were digging into my bicep with every single wave of pleasure. It was several minutes before I forced myself to release my hold on Brennan’s wet cock, but instead of stepping back, I kissed him hard. He kissed me back, but when he softened his mouth, I released the sudden tension that had flooded through me as I’d begun to realize the encounter was nearing its end and just kissed him slowly instead. It wasn’t until the cum on my hand began to cool that I finally forced myself to let Brennan go.
I expected him to show some sign of embarrassment, but he just leaned back against the door, his sated eyes on me. His cock shone with both our juices and I felt my own dick start to harden again in anticipation of burying myself inside him. I tore my gaze from the erotic sight and grabbed a couple of hand towels and got them wet. I handed one to Brennan who finally straightened and began cleaning himself off. I made quick work of wiping away the proof of our mutual release from my own still-hard cock and straightened my clothes. The awkwardness between us grew as I waited for Brennan to move away from the door, but he remained where he was.
“We should get back,” I finally said.
“Can I see you again?”
I swallowed hard at the unexpected question, but instead of saying no like I should have I said, “I’m heading home tonight after the wedding.”
“Where’s home?” Brennan asked quietly.
“Oregon.”
“You could spend the night. There are some hotels near the ferry terminal,” Brennan murmured. “Or…my place is on the way.”
Fuck, that was a supremely bad idea. So why the hell did it also sound like one of the best ideas I’d ever heard?
“Brennan-”
I didn’t manage to get anything else out because Brennan stepped forward and kissed me.
Hard.
Long.
Deep.
“One night,” Brennan whispered against my mouth. “It…it doesn’t have to mean anything if that’s what you want.”
That was exactly what I wanted. But I didn’t say that. I didn’t say anything because I was too busy kissing him again. When I finally forced myself to stop, I ignored the warning bells going off in my head and said, “The Water’s Edge Motel. It’s a few miles from here. One hour.”
I didn’t miss the sigh of relief that escaped Brennan’s lips just before he nodded and kissed me hard. He stopped only long enough to grab his garment bag off the back of the door and send me an unreadable look before he left the bathroom. I held back to try to get control of myself and to absorb what I’d just agreed to, but I couldn’t make myself go after him and tell him I’d changed my mind like I probably should have.
