Nothing to Gain (Learning the Ropes #2) - E.M. Denning Page 0,67
are you thinking about?”
“How much I love you.” Linden tilted his head to allow Brett better access to devour him. A line of kisses and gentle nibbles followed the curve of Linden’s throat.
“Mmm. That’s funny because I was thinking the same thing about you. But in my thoughts you were a lot more naked than you are right now.” Brett sat up and started working on the buttons of Linden’s shirt.
Linden couldn’t resist reaching for Brett’s hair. He slipped the elastic off the end of the braid and gently unraveled the strands. Brett looked at him with a hooded gaze as Linden shook the hair loose and let it fall over Brett’s shoulders.
“I love your hair,” Linden raked his fingers through the tresses.
“What if I cut it?” Brett popped the last button of Linden’s shirt free and pushed it open, exposing Linden’s chest.
“I said I love your hair, not that I love you for your hair. I’d survive. You’d still be the most beautiful person I’d ever met.”
“Ooh. That was smooth.” Brett licked a trail of heat up the side of Linden’s neck. “I thought about doing this all night.”
Linden was certain he’d never been so horny in his life. The need to roll over and pin Brett down, to taste every inch of his skin was there, thrumming inside him like a life of its own with its own throbbing pulse. He needed to have Brett in any way he could. With Brett’s mouth moving lower, caressing his skin, tasting his flesh, following the lines of his clavicle, Linden was powerless. Unable to move, he laid there and tried not to fly apart.
Brett pushed Linden’s shirt off his shoulders. He sat up, struggled out of it and tossed it aside, while Brett continued kissing his way down Linden’s torso.
He moved across Linden’s chest, leaving a trail of kisses between his pecs. When warmth enveloped Linden’s nipple he gasped and relaxed back onto the mattress. Brett’s hair fell in loose waves, tickling Linden’s flesh. The sensation was almost better than the hot, wet tongue that flicked his nipple, but then Brett’s teeth grazed the sensitive bud and Linden’s entire body jerked.
“That’s so hot,” Brett said. His breath puffed against Linden’s chest before he did it again. Linden sank his fingers into Brett’s hair. He pulled him up, up toward his mouth, because he couldn’t go another second without kissing him. He sat up and leaned into the kiss as Brett’s hand snaked between them, cupping his throbbing cock through his pants.
Linden panted against Brett’s lips when Brett gripped his dick and gave it an exploratory tug.
“Want to ride you,” Brett whispered. “Can I?”
Linden nearly shot in his pants at the thought of Brett sinking down onto his cock. “You can do anything you want.”
“Mmm. That could be dangerous permission to give someone.”
“Not someone. You.” Linden kissed Brett again. His tongue delved into Brett’s mouth. He kissed him with the intention of never stopping, of stretching that moment into forever. That it wasn’t possible didn’t matter to him. With Brett, he felt like anything was possible. But he wouldn’t succumb to the urge to make one moment stretch into eternity, not when the prospect of sweeter moments hovered so close.
Brett gently urged Linden to lay back again, and he nibbled his way down Linden’s jaw. “Dangerous to give me carte blanche with you.” Brett raked his fingers down Linden’s chest. “You’re so fucking sexy. You don’t even know.”
Linden caught Brett’s wrist. He tugged his hand up and pressed a kiss into his palm. “My heart is in your hands. I have nothing to fear from the man I love.”
Brett’s smile was feral, but his soft eyes betrayed the depth of his emotions. He hooked his fingers into the top of Linden’s pants. Linden lifted his ass off the bed and allowed Brett to strip him naked. Brett cast his pants aside, then in a flurry of limbs and fabric, he stripped himself bare and climbed back up the bed, trailing kisses along the insides of Linden’s parted legs.
Brett’s mouth on Linden’s delicate balls nearly sent him tumbling over the edge, but he grabbed the base of his cock and gave it a squeeze. “I am so not going to last if you keep that up.” Linden half laughed, half moaned as Brett continued his ministrations.
“You sure you’re okay with topping?” Brett kissed the crease of Linden’s thigh, then made his way up. His lips brushed against Linden’s slightly furry lower abdomen.