L. A. Witt - Rules 1 - Rules of Engagement (8 page)

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I moaned.
“Do it,” he whispered. “Fuck me until you come.”
“I want you to come first,” I said through my teeth.

“I want to watch you lose control,” he said, almost moaning. “Don’t hold back, Dustin.”

I didn’t need any further bidding. Holding onto his hips, I fucked him with everything I had, gasping as my balls tightened and my breath caught and—

“Oh…
God
!” I drove my cock into him and came, every inch of my body shaking with a powerful orgasm. “Oh God, oh my God….” Completely overwhelmed, I was almost whimpering.

“You are so fucking hot when you come,” he moaned.

“So are you,” I growled. “And I haven’t seen you come yet tonight.” I pulled out and moved back on the bed. Then I leaned down and
devoured
his cock.

“Oh Jesus,” he moaned. “Oh God, just like that….” His cock seemed to get thicker, harder, and I knew he was close. I stroked him as fast as I could, licking and sucking him like it was the most incredible thing I’d ever tasted, because it
was
the most incredible thing I’d ever tasted.

Just when I thought there couldn’t possibly be any way to make this even hotter, his cock twitched against my tongue. Then again. If I hadn’t already come, that feeling alone would have sent me into the stratosphere.

“I’m—” He gasped. “Oh fuck, fuck, Dustin, I’m—” He cried out, and a second later, his cock twitched again and hot, salty-sweet liquid shot across my tongue.

Up until that moment, I hadn’t really thought about what it would be like for him to come in my mouth or how I would react, but when it happened, all I could think of was how incredible he looked and felt and tasted and sounded when he came.

When I looked up, wiping the corner of my mouth with my hand, he had his hand over his eyes. His lips were parted, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath.

I sat up and quickly got rid of the condom, then collapsed on the bed beside him.

Still holding his hand over his eyes as if shielding them from the light, he licked his lips, swallowed, then said, “Are you
sure
you’ve never sucked a guy off before?”

I laughed, running my fingertips across his chest, watching his skin quiver beneath my touch. “I think I’d know if I’d ever had a cock in my mouth.”

He moved his hand away then, looking at me. I swear to God, the man had tears in his eyes. It probably would have concerned me, but I remembered the way mine had welled up when he went down on me for the first time. I wasn’t alarmed. I just couldn’t believe I’d had that effect on him. He smiled. “You’re fucking incredible.”

“I don’t know, I think I’m still a bit awkward.” I kissed him gently. “Might need to practice a bit.”

“Please, I’ve been with guys who are way more experienced, and they don’t have a clue.” He paused. “But if you want to practice, I’ll gladly let you practice on me.”
“Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Let you fuck me and suck my cock until you refine your technique?” He rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. “Well, if I must. I’ll manage somehow.”

“Such a humanitarian.”
“I’m doing it for the good of mankind.”
“Whatever the reason, I just ask one thing.”
His eyebrows lifted. “What’s that?”
I kissed him, then whispered, “Keep doing it.”

M
Y WIFE
had never been a fan of physical intimacy—not with me, anyway—and probably would have been perfectly happy if I’d slept someplace else. If we somehow managed to come together in our sleep, she made sure to separate herself from me as soon as she was awake, usually by way of an elbow to my chest.

In the months since my marriage had ended, I’d gone out with a few women, had a few one-night stands and even a few multi-night stands. One of the things I’d discovered along the way, something completely new to me, was the morning after. Specifically, waking up with my arms around someone and her body close to mine. The first time I woke up like that, I could have stayed that way for hours. It was heaven, plain and simple. Pure heaven.

Nothing, however, compared to waking up to the warmth of Brandon against me.

My arm was draped over his waist, his fingers loosely intertwined with mine. His hair was cool against my face, his back warm against my chest. Every time I inhaled, I caught his familiar masculine scent and the faint, mouthwatering smell of sweat and sex.

The fact that I was with a man instead of a woman didn’t even register. Nothing about this moment seemed strange or foreign. It was perfect.

I nuzzled the side of his neck and kissed his shoulder, smiling against his skin as he responded with a soft murmur and a shiver. He squeezed my hand, and I ran my thumb along his finger. He stirred a little, and my first reaction was disappointment, thinking he was pulling away. Out of habit, I anticipated the elbow and disgusted “get
off
of me,” but neither came. Instead he moved closer to me, bringing our joined hands up to his lips.

“Morning,” I whispered, kissing his shoulder again.

 

“Morning.” The warm softness of his lips against my fingers took my breath away.

He rolled onto his back and smiled at me. Propping myself up with my elbow, I rested my head on my hand. I touched his face, running my fingers along the coarse stubble of his jaw. He did the same, and I bent to kiss him gently.

He looked at me, then laughed.
Cocking my head, I asked, “What?”
He shook his head. “I was just thinking.”
“About?”

“I just think it’s funny.” He ran his fingertips along the underside of my jaw. “We’ve made it into bed twice, and I still don’t know a thing about you besides your name.”

I chuckled and looked around the room. “Well, now you know where I live.”

 

“Yes, and you know where I live,” he said. “And I know what kind of car you drive.”

“You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“Our little secret,” he said in a stage whisper.

“Good.” I stroked the side of his face, then let my hand rest on his chest. “So what do you want to know?”
He shrugged. “Anything, really. I just want to get to know you.”

“So you haven’t looked me up online to see if I’m some sort of sexual predator?”

“Dustin, you can’t fool me.” He winked. “You’re not a sexual predator.” Trailing a finger along my collarbone, he wetted his lips. “If anything, I was the predator.”

“So that makes me sexual prey?”

 

“It makes you
my
prey.” He kissed me lightly, then let his head fall back on the pillow. “So let’s start with the easy stuff. Job?” “Personal trainer.”

 

His lips parting, he looked at my arms, then my abs. “That explains a few things.”

 

“Obviously you’ve spent some time with one of my colleagues,” I said, running my hand over his gorgeous six-pack.

 

“I may have to fire him.” He winked.

 

“I’m always game for new clients.” I returned the wink. “Okay, same question.”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Pro billiards player?”
He snorted. “Come on, I’m not
that
good.”
“Well, I assume you’re not a hitman or a member of the KGB.” “Not anymore, anyway,” he said with a casual shrug. “Pornographer?”
He laughed. “If I were, I’d cast you.”
“Dirty bastard.” I paused for a quick kiss. “Come on, tell me.” “I’m a biochemist.”
My eyebrows jumped. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”

“So, what exactly do you do? You’re not designing weapons for bio warfare or anything, are you?”
“Only in my spare time, but that’s more of a hobby than a profession.” He chuckled. “I teach at the university and one of the community colleges. Doesn’t pay quite as well as working in a lab, but”—he shrugged—“I enjoy it.”

“I never would have guessed.”
“Most people don’t.” He smiled. “Guess I don’t strike most people as a science geek. The last guy I dated didn’t believe me until I showed him my degree.”

“So what does that take? A master’s?”
“Doctorate.”
“You have a—
doctorate
?”

He nodded. “I just thought it would be fun to have crippling amounts of student loan debt for the rest of my life and figured it would be hot to have a few extra letters after my name.”

“Oh, you’re right about that. It
is
hot.” I grinned. “Dr. Brandon. Damn, that sounds sexy.”

“Just don’t call me ‘Doc’, or I may have to hurt you.” “Doc with a Cock.”
He snorted with laughter. “Okay, that’s a new one.” Our fingers

laced together on his chest. He looked at me quietly, opened his mouth to speak, then paused.

“What?” I asked.
“Never mind,” he said. “I didn’t want to get too personal.” “Brandon, we’re naked in bed after fucking all night,” I said. “I

don’t think there’s such thing as ‘too personal’ anymore.”
“Okay, you’ve got me there.”
“So go ahead. Hit me.”
“Ooh, so you’re into spanking?”
“That’s not what I meant.”

He laughed. Then his expression turned more serious. “Okay, so if there’s no such thing as too personal….” He paused, looking at me as if he was already searching for my answer. “How long were you married?”

The question caught me by surprise. “How did you know I was married?”

He laughed and put his hand over mine, letting his fingertip trace where my wedding ring had been. “When you’re nervous, you always go for that spot. I’ve never seen any man do it who isn’t or wasn’t married.” Then he paused. “You’re not still married, are you?”

“No, thank God. Well, it’s not final yet, but it’s over.” I looked at our hands and chuckled. “Remind me never to play poker with you.”

He grinned, shrugging. “I’m a people watcher.”
“So I see.”
“So what happened?”
“With?”
“Your marriage.” He hesitated. “If you don’t mind my asking.”

“Not at all.” I let out a breath. “Honestly, it was over before it started.”

“Really?”
I nodded. “Unfortunately, it took me ten years to figure it out.”

“Ten years?” He shifted his gaze for a second, furrowing his brow, and I could tell he was calculating it in his head.
“I got married when I was eighteen.”

“Ah, okay,” he said. “I was starting to wonder how you looked so young.”

 

Grinning, I kissed him lightly. “You and your silver tongue.” He smiled. “So anyway, what happened?” His eyebrows lifted a little. “Not trying to pry; I’m just curious.”

 

“Well, I guess you’re entitled to know a thing or two about me now that you’ve gotten me into bed.”

“I know more than a thing or two about you now.” He trailed a fingertip across my nipple and made my breath catch. He gave a satisfied chuckle, then returned his hand to its place over mine on his chest. “Go on.”

“Tease.” I cleared my throat. “Anyway, she was a bitch. Really. Treated me like shit.”

“And you married her because…?”
My face burned. “Because I let my parents twist my arm into it.” He winced. “Ouch.”
I shrugged. “I let them talk me into joining the military too.” “Wait,” he said. “You… you were in the military?”
I nodded.
“Branch?”
“Marines.”

Holding up a finger, he closed his eyes. “Hold on, give me a minute.”

 

“What? Why?”

He gestured for me to be quiet, then exhaled and opened his eyes. Smiling, he said, “Just had to picture it for a second.”
“You know, I have pictures if—”

“Yes, I want to see them.”
“Utilities or dress blues?”
“
Yes
.”

We both laughed. Then I said, “So yeah, I did four years in the Corps and ten years chained to her.”

 

His smile fell. “So what ended it?”

I thumbed my ring finger out of habit. Realizing what I was doing, I glanced at him to see if he’d noticed. He had. He squeezed my hand gently.

“If you don’t want—”
“She cheated on me.”

His eyebrows jumped. “What woman in her right mind would cheat on you?”

I rolled my eyes and laughed, certain I was blushing. “I don’t know, but she did.” I swallowed, trying to push the bitterness back. “I don’t know how long she was doing it, but I suspected it for a while.”

“So did she come clean?”

I shook my head, swallowing again as emotion tightened my throat. As much as I was glad to be out from under her thumb, the way things ended still hurt. Barely whispering, I said, “I caught her.”

“Oh Jesus.” His thumb moved back and forth on the back of my hand. “That must have been….” He trailed off, shaking his head.