Til Darkness Falls, page 8
“Alrick Ritter. And yours?”
“Brian Macon.”
And then all conversation between them ended.
THE trip to Alrick’s bedroom was far smoother this time. They already knew the steps of the intricate dance, moving and spinning in tandem, dropping clothing as they went.
“It was still dark when I woke up this morning, but you were already gone.” Coming up briefly for air, Brian felt he had the right to ask, seeing how Alrick had practically given him permission to come and go as he pleased. “Did you leave in the middle of the night?”
Alrick grunted affirmatively before distracting Brian with yet another searing kiss. Brian nearly forgot what he’d been asking, but his detective’s curiosity nagged at him to gather as much information as he could. “Why?”
“Didn’t you read my note?”
“No.” Brian didn’t elaborate, deciding he’d rather eat nails than admit he’d been too afraid to read it.
Alrick tsked in disappointment, waiting to answer until he had removed Brian’s shirt and tossed it to the floor somewhere behind them. “I received a call from the German office of the magazine I write for. I keep reminding them that America is many hours behind them, but with a deadline looming, they were unsympathetic that it was still nighttime here.” Alrick moaned when Brian chuckled against his lips. “Believe me, I had no wish to leave you, but I didn’t want to disturb you as I worked. So I found an all night coffee shop with a Wi-Fi hot zone.”
“Hotspot!” Brian gasped as Alrick ran his long-fingered hands up his sides, charting the lines of his ribs.
“Was?” Alrick nibbled contentedly at Brian’s neck as his hand wandered down Brian’s stomach and found his belt buckle. Brian’s breath stuttered as sharp teeth caught his skin, a warm tongue soothing the small hurt a moment later.
“It’s called a Wi-Fi hotspot.”
The blond man smiled wickedly. “Hotspot.” The word rolled obscenely from Alrick’s tongue. “You mean like this?”
Firm lips tracked to a spot behind his left ear that stole all remaining strength from Brian’s legs. How in the hell had he known about that? Brian’s curiosity about Alrick’s unerring ability to find his erogenous zones was forced to remain unsatisfied as the other man explored said spot with single-minded thoroughness. The light from the sitting room didn’t penetrate far into the bedroom, and it felt that they had crossed from day to sensuous night. Brian immediately felt bolder in the darkness. His cock ached as it grew impossibly hard, and all he could think about was how quickly he could get the other man naked.
Alrick chuckled as Brian plucked fretfully at his sweater before remembering how clothing worked. Keeping his attention on the intriguingly sweet spot behind Brian’s ear, the blond helped him, lifting his head only at the last possible moment so that the sweater could be removed completely.
Chest to chest, skin to skin—that first unobstructed touch was intoxicating. Brian thought he might combust at any second as they explored each other’s mouths and bodies with searching tongues and demanding hands. He hadn’t ever been this turned on just from kissing and a little heavy petting. Trying to toe off his shoes despite the tied laces, he was distracted as Alrick finally conquered his belt. The button and zipper holding his pants closed followed in quick succession, and he stumbled as his feet got caught in the sagging material.
“Careful.” Alrick caught Brian to his chest, holding him easily as Brian grabbed him around his waist to keep from falling. Standing wrapped in each other’s arms, they paused for a moment in their hasty undressing. Brian was amazed at how natural the position felt, but he didn’t dare say anything about it. The sensation was too powerful and unexpected, the moment too fragile. Besides, there were far less emotionally treacherous ways to express himself.
“Let me get these off.” Brian waddled the remaining distance to the edge of the bed and fell with an awkward bounce, more concerned with getting his shoes and pants off than with looking goofy. Before he could make much progress, the German kneeled in front of him.
“Allow me.”
The position was eerily familiar, and Brian’s cock twitched from remembered pleasure. But this time, Alrick merely gazed at him steadily as he carefully unlaced and removed both shoes and tugged Brian’s pants past his feet. Not content to remain a spectator, Brian urged the other man to stand and put his own hands to use, making short work of the button at Alrick’s waistband. Since he was wearing loafers, the blond was far more graceful than Brian had been as he bared his lower body. Brian made another mental note to add them to his wardrobe as he stared at the pale, muscular legs that slowly came into view.
Alrick stood motionless as Brian ran his hands up the sturdy length of his calves and corded thighs, his eyes closing involuntarily when seeking fingers slipped beneath the edge of his boxers. Brian watched the bulge at the German’s crotch swell as he curved his fingers and dragged his nails close to the crease where thigh met groin. Hooking his hands behind the other man’s legs, he pulled him close and buried his face in the blond’s crotch. Inhaling deeply, he groaned at the heady scent that flooded his senses.
The sudden intrusion of light broke his concentration. Blinking rapidly, Brian couldn’t help but take in everything that the brightness revealed to him. He ogled the perfect form that bespoke hours of physical effort and the blessing of excellent genes, gazing in wonder at the particular shade of the German’s hair, the perfect set of his jaw. An exquisitely detailed tattoo of an eagle with spread wings flying over a stylized ring of leaves was inked high on Alrick’s left shoulder, and he stared at it in fascination.
He wasn’t alone in his perusal. Alrick’s searching gaze was like a physical caress as it traced over his bared flesh. Brian’s face grew warm beneath the careful scrutiny. Shooting a glare toward the offending lamp, he felt his irritation quickly rise to cover his embarrassment. “I thought we’d settled this thing about the light.”
“I want to see you. Tonight I don’t wish to pretend that I am blind.”
Brian turned his head away in a futile attempt to deflect the German’s focus. Alrick ruined his attempt to hide, crouching down and boxing Brian in with a hand braced on either side of his hips.
“You don’t need to look at me.”
“What, so I should pretend that I am with someone else?”
Alrick looked at Brian steadily as a distrustful hazel-green gaze flew to meet his. Brian asked himself how the blond had known what he was thinking and then simply accepted that the other man somehow had the ability to read his thoughts.
“I’m not as… fit as you.” Brian was appalled with his own lack of self-confidence, but he couldn’t ignore the difference in their physiques. Large hands suddenly grabbed him by the hips and drew him closer to the edge of the bed. Brian sputtered, both indignant and impossibly turned on by the manhandling. The German paid him no mind, groaning appreciatively as he sunk his fingers into the somewhat soft flesh of Brian’s ass.
“Feels perfect to me.”
Brian stared at him owlishly, taking a moment to bask under the brilliance of that killer smile Alrick used so damn effectively. He startled himself by laughing. Shaking his head, he decided that he’d finally met Angela’s match in the stubbornness department. “Okay, okay. You win this time.” His reward for his acquiescence was a deep kiss that continued long after he was lying flat on his back with the blond’s muscular body pressed hotly against his.
“I will hold you to that.”
The growled response made Brian realize what he’d hinted, but he was beyond caring right at that moment. He moaned as their arousals lined up, hot, swollen flesh seeking its mate through the maddening barrier of their boxers. Alrick shifted his hips slightly, his cock rubbing against Brian’s in a small circle. A pleased smile curved his lips when Brian treated him to a delicious whimper. He repeated the motion, nipping at Brian’s ear as more of the sexy sounds slipped from between the smaller man’s lips.
Brian, on the other hand, was trying his damnedest to keep his wits about him long enough to remove the final layer separating them. He stroked his hands roughly down Alrick’s sides, trailing his fingers though the thin slick of sweat that glistened on the German’s pale skin. Alrick groaned appreciatively, shivering at the needy touch. Lost in the deep exploration of Brian’s mouth, it took him a moment to realize why the other man was tugging at his hips. He lifted them obligingly when he realized what Brian was about.
Moving hastily in his impatience, Brian hooked his fingers through the waistbands of both of their boxers and pushed them down simultaneously. The elastic band of his own shorts slid maddeningly over his throbbing flesh, the unneeded stimulation making him hiss. “Shit,” he breathed as sensation arced through him.
An earthy laugh sounded in his ear. The heated swell of Alrick’s cock flopped heavily against his own, and the curse rapidly degraded into a desperate moan. He’d only caught a tantalizing glimpse of the other man’s cock as it bulged beneath his boxers, but now, faced with the impressive reality, Brian’s hole spasmed in greedy anticipation. Thicker and longer than his own quite respectable length, Alrick was a sight to behold. Brian was this close to begging to be fucked. Although it had been long time since he’d last taken another man into his body, he felt no trepidation at Alrick’s size. He just wanted him badly, and now!
“Jaaaaa, just like that.” Alrick groaned as Brian took hold of his manhood and began pumping him with long strokes. His hips thrust helplessly as Brian worked him, a steady dribble of slickness soon easing the passage of the other man’s hand. He plundered Brian’s mouth as a reward for his boldness, seeking out every sensitive surface and claiming ownership as though it were his right.
Brian drowned beneath the luscious assault, his hand losing its rhythm when long fingers flicked at his peaked nipples, worrying them until he writhed against the bed, feeling as though the sensitive nubs were tied straight to his leaking cock. “Ung! If you don’t fuck me right now,” he growled, “I swear I’ll kick your ass.” A nip to the blond’s full lower lip reinforced the threat.
Alrick chuckled at the pathetic warning and abandoned Brian’s lips to nibble at his throat in mock admonition. He growled in approval as a shudder rippled through Brian just before the shorter man’s thighs fell helplessly to either side. Cradled snugly in the newly formed valley, he resumed the slow pump of his hips.
Brian gasped sharply as their cocks slid together. He felt Alrick smile against his skin at the sound but couldn’t help repeating the breathy exclamation as the blond licked at the long column of his throat. The German hummed in appreciation as Brian grabbed hold of his ass with greedy hands, urging him to go faster. But Alrick seemed to be in no hurry, turning his attention to the tempting mocha expanse of Brian’s bare chest. As though he’d found a new playground to enjoy, the blond took his time, kissing and licking his way down, relishing the salty taste of Brian’s skin. The scent of their mutual arousal filled Brian’s senses like the bouquet of a fine wine.
Brian was increasingly desperate to feel Alrick’s cock in his ass. He was afraid he really might start begging if he didn’t get it soon. Maybe that should have worried him, but right then he just didn’t give a damn. The wicked tongue languidly playing with his swollen nipples definitely wasn’t helping his mental state. Alrick sucked and licked at the brown nubs, and Brian arched helplessly beneath him as his cock was treated to the slow caress of the other man’s own arousal. But the sharp nip of the blond’s teeth against the throbbing peaks was the straw that finally broke Brian’s sanity.
“Damn it, stop screwing with me!”
“Oh, I have not begun to screw you, Liebling.”
When Alrick pushed himself up and shifted away, Brian sat up in a panic and grabbed at him. “Where are you going?”
The German’s smile reassured him while exacerbating the maddening ache in his cock. “We must do this right, ja?”
Alrick crawled down to the foot of the bed, offering Brian a heart-skipping view of his naked ass. His sex hung heavily between his legs, swinging pendulously as he moved. Brian wiped away the drool from the corner of his mouth as Alrick rummaged briefly in his suitcase. Coming up with a box of condoms and a bottle of body oil, he smiled at Brian as he turned back toward him. Brian blinked, a little taken aback that the blond was so prepared when they had only met the day before. Of course, the supplies weren’t necessarily meant for him. Noting his wary expression, Alrick watched him steadily as Brian felt his face warm.
“You must think me very presumptuous. Or rather, you must think that I always have sex when I am on business trips.”
Don’t be a schmuck, Brian told himself. He wasn’t so naïve as to think that a man as sexy as Alrick wouldn’t be prepared at all times. It was unlikely he was ever short of offers wherever he went. Brian shook his head. “I don’t care if you always carry around rubbers and lube wherever you go. It just means that we don’t have to wait to have sex.” After a moment of stunned silence, Alrick laughed out loud, his broad shoulders shaking with mirth. Brian decided he could learn to love that sound.
“Should I feel insulted?” Alrick said jokingly as he stalked back up the bed toward Brian. “I can assure you that I do not have ‘a man in every port.’” He ran a thumb over Brian’s lips, tugging lightly at the fuller bottom one. “I find that I am only interested in one man.”
Brian felt relieved by the assurance even as that last bit made something tremble frenetically in his stomach. Focusing a little desperately on only the first sentiment, he got to his knees and wrapped his arms around the German’s neck. “Then why don’t you just shut up and kiss me?”
His ability to coherently appreciate the other man’s ridiculous skill at kissing rapidly disintegrated as Alrick happily complied. Brian struggled to keep pace as the blond plundered his mouth like some Teutonic marauder. Alrick didn’t merely kiss him, his tongue pursued, captured, and wooed until Brian couldn’t tell up from down. He felt lightheaded, marveling at the erotic sensation as the other man’s tongue massaged the unexplored surfaces of his mouth. Who would have guessed that just a kiss could bring him to the edge so quickly? It was as though Brian hardly knew his own body and Alrick was the only one who could show him everything that he was capable of feeling.
Brian moaned as Alrick’s fascinatingly large hands clutched lovingly at his ass and squeezed. The blond hooked his fingers, pulling Brian closer even as he pried the fleshy cheeks apart. Aware of little except the press of Alrick’s lips and the caress of his tongue, Brian found himself moving forward until he straddled a pair of muscular thighs. They spread slowly beneath him, urging his own further apart and adding yet another log to the inner fire that slicked his skin with sweat. His hips moved without conscious thought as the thick column of the German’s arousal nestled heavily against his own.
Alrick circled Brian’s pucker with a tapered finger, spreading a generous layer of oil over his entrance. Brian tensed despite himself. His hole clenched greedily at the threat, but even though he wanted it, he couldn’t stop himself from pulling away nervously.
“Relax.” The lightly accented voice poured over him like a soothing balm. “Let me do this so I don’t hurt you.” Alrick sucked at Brian’s earlobe as he murmured seductively in his ear. He gently massaged the trembling bud, moving in slow, mesmerizing circles until Brian began to whimper, begging wordlessly for more. Only then did he push the long digit in up to the first knuckle. Listening carefully for Brian’s reaction, he was rewarded with a shaky moan as trembling fingers burrowed into his short hair. He sighed his own pleasure as Brian unconsciously massaged his scalp, showing his appreciation for the lovely noise by easing his finger in deeper until his hand was pressed against Brian’s warm flesh. “How does that feel?” he asked, applying his lips to that recently discovered area below Brian’s left ear and earning himself another needy moan.
“F-fine.”
Alrick pushed his finger in and out slowly, groaning as the muscular passage sucked at his finger. “Just fine?”
“Ahh!” Brian began to pant as another finger joined the first, stretching him gently but persistently. He could feel the strain as the blond man fucked him sweetly with his elegant fingers. But he sure as hell didn’t want him to stop. Not ever. “It feels g-good.”
“Mmm, that’s better.”
Brian could have sworn that the German’s accent suddenly grew thicker, as did the cock that was rubbing wetly against his. They were both leaking copious amounts of fluid, which eased the friction as they moved. Brian slowly realized that he was moving his hips in time with Alrick’s thrusting fingers. He wasn’t going to last must longer.
“That’s it. Show me how you’re going to ride my cock.” Alrick drew his free hand up Brian’s side and over his chest until his thumb found the tender peak of a taut nipple. Running his thumb over and around the brown nub, he worried it into a hard pebble. Spreading more oil inside the hole he was so carefully preparing, he added another finger when it loosened a little bit more. Brian growled, feeling bombarded from all sides. Alrick swallowed the sound as he thrust his tongue in and out of Brian’s mouth in a sensuous rhythm, keeping time with the pace of his fingers.
Brian broke away with a harsh gasp. “Holy fuck, I’m going to come!” The warning was almost a shout as the impending explosion drew ever nearer.
“Then come. Come for me, Brian.”
The last thing he needed was to hear that gorgeous voice saying his name. As if that weren’t enough, at long last the German’s probing fingers found his prostate and exploited the discovery mercilessly.
“No!” Brian jerked from the shock, shouting helplessly before burying his face in the crook of Alrick’s neck to muffle his desperate cries.
“No?” Alrick questioned him unconcernedly. Denied the other man’s mouth, he happily turned his attention to the swirling curve of Brian’s ear.
