Mind (Naughty Wishes #3) (8 page)

“Ow . . .” Chris jerked in response, letting out another strangled chuckle. “What the hell . . .”

Geoff gripped the other ass cheek to keep him still and tightened the clamp of his jaws, tasting Chris’s flesh with tongue and teeth, digging in harder.

Chris drew in another one of those unsteady breaths. Geoff was flooded with fierce joy as he felt Chris’s surprise, his discovery of arousal in pain. He wanted to take him right then and there. Heaven. He’d stumbled onto heaven with these two, because Sam responded like a flower to sunlight to the same thing.

Easy.
Chris getting the first glimmer of understanding was nowhere near Sam’s full embrace of the same. Geoff made himself relax his jaw and swirled his tongue over the offended flesh.

“Been wanting to take a bite out of your ass for a while,” he said, lifting his head.

Chris went quiet for a moment. “I didn’t put it in pictures,” he responded. “Just like you said. But you have. In those pictures . . . what did you want, Geoff? What did you want from me? From us?”

Everything. I want to demand everything, and have you trust me to take you hell and gone from your comfort zone. But even then, out in that abyss, all I want is whatever you’re willing to give me.

Geoff stayed silent, though. Some things could only be expressed with action, learned with time. He lubed up a couple of fingers before he parted Chris’s buttocks, pushing the tip of one against him, stroking the rim. That nice little quiver went through Chris once more. Geoff saw him shift, and realized he was digging his fingers into the carpet.

“Your dick still hard, bud?”

“You know it is.”

“A simple yes or no is all the jury requires.” Geoff reached down between his legs, captured his balls and gave them an idle twist. Chris jerked, but quickly realized how vulnerable a position he was in. “Yes or no?”

A muttered oath came first, but Chris managed the response Geoff demanded. “Yes.”

“Good boy.”

Geoff suspected Chris’s erect cock still had pre-come oozing out of the slit, wetting the carpet. He put his fingers inside
Chris along with the tip of the lubricant to help slick up Chris’s sphincter, caressing it enough that those muscles let him in, wanting more of that feeling. Chris’s breathing went to a harsh rasp again.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.” The edgy quality of his voice made Geoff grin in a feral way.

“You’re kneading the carpet like a cat, aren’t you?”

“Shut up.”

Geoff drew out the anticipation, tracing the curve of Chris’s ass and his upper thigh, playing a single fingertip over his balls and perineum as Chris groaned, his hips flexing. Watching the show pushed Geoff’s own arousal up another notch.

He lubed his own cock then. It might be overkill, but he was going to make this as comfortable as he could. At least this first time. He savored the stillness that descended upon his mount as Chris figured out what he was doing. Geoff could almost feel his mind assigning action to those slight shifts of his body, Geoff’s hand working over himself, up then down, up then down.

“Going to jack off there, or do something with that?”

Satisfaction surged through him at the impatient challenge. “Keep shooting off your mouth, that’s just what I’ll do. Jerk off on your back and get my spunk in your pretty hair.”

This time he anticipated. When Chris tried to buck him off, he shifted back, gripped his hips and yanked him up onto his elbows. The motion put his cock firmly against Chris’s ass. His head was down, the pale silhouette of his back like the graceful wing movements of a stingray, expanding and lowering with his breath. Geoff ran a soothing hand over him.

“You’re just big all over. Nice big ass, like a left tackle. Tight as a drum.”

“Lucky I’m not a girl, else you’d be getting nothing for calling my ass big.”

“I’ll get what I want, because you want me to have that big, tight ass.” Geoff gave him a far more possessive stroke and let him feel the firm command in it, reinforcing what was in his voice. “Stay on your elbows. There isn’t anything to this. You just push out and let me ease in.”

“Figured you’d ram yourself in like a jackhammer, like you said.”

“That how you imagined it, without pictures?”

Chris nodded, a quick jerk Geoff felt through his body since he couldn’t see it. “It’s a nice fantasy, but it would hurt
like a son of a bitch, especially to a virgin ass. There’ll be time for that as you get more used to it. Easy now, man. Just let me in.” Working the head of his cock against the tight opening, he felt the lube opening things up. He had his thumb in there too, rubbing, teasing, and he added some vocal stimulation to it.

“I want it all, Chris. You asked me what I thought about, and that’s what I imagined. Everything you and Sam are, everything you want to be, I want it all to be part of me, belonging to me. But right now, I want only one thing. To have your ass. I want to be balls deep inside of you. I want to feel you give it all up to me.”

Chris groaned as Geoff passed through the first ring of muscles, a glorious constriction that made him want to groan. He dug his fingers into Chris’s hips. “Fuck, you’re tight. I love it.” He bent, pressing his mouth against Chris’s spine and teasing the ridges with his tongue. Chris lifted up into him in reaction, which impaled him even deeper. The feeling was indescribable. He wanted his balls resting against Chris’s, wanted to feel that friction and impact when he thrust into him with a smooth rhythm, made possible by Chris’s surrender and the slickness of their joining.

Yeah, they might have unresolved issues, but the beauty of fucking a man was that conversation at a certain point was no longer a priority, even if the fate of the universe depended on it. The only thing Geoff could imagine stopping them right now was Samantha herself. She was the one who’d made this happen. The thought inspired him to say one more thing before they reached that point of no return.

“So that you never question it,” he rasped, “understand that she’s ours, Chris. This proves it, you get me? It’s not a competition between us. Not over her.”

Chris shook his head, an agreement, and Geoff slid home. Blessed fucking heaven. He pushed against Chris, a deeper angle.

“Say it, Chris. Tell me you’ve always wanted me to fuck you. In the dark, in the light, even when we were fucking other girls.”

Chris’s big body convulsed, rocked, and Geoff reached below him, grasping the base of his cock in a hard clamp. “You don’t come until you say it. Say it.”

“I can’t . . . can’t do that. Yet.”

It twisted like a knife in Geoff’s chest, but he got it. He understood. But, fuck, it changed where they could go tonight. It shouldn’t. He should just ignore it, just let it go. He drew back and slid in home again, a long, sizzling line of friction that had Chris’s body gathering again. He worked Chris the way he needed. In, out. The feeling was incredible. With the few brain cells he had left, he thought to grab a corner of Chris’s bedding and work it underneath him. Chris, understanding, shifted his hands to pull it under his palms, but he was panting. “Close . . . fucking close.”

“Come, then, you stubborn bastard.”

Chris let out a strangled cry, his hips jacking back and forth. Geoff moved with him, making sure he hit right where he needed to hit on each impact. Being squeezed by all those incredible muscles was sexual bliss. He might have killed someone for the privilege of releasing into Chris’s fine ass, but for some reason he pushed it aside, instead reveling in taking Chris all the way home, knowing that when he climaxed it was because Geoff was inside him, because he was responding to what Geoff could give him.

Once that gateway was open, it never took a guy long to make it to the finish line. Geoff remembered Sam picking up a
Cosmopolitan
when they were at the grocery store and solemnly informing him that a woman’s climax was usually three times longer than a man’s. What they lost in time, they could recoup in intensity, though, if it was done right. Geoff was determined to do it right.

When Chris came to a shuddering halt, head down, his wide chest moving in and out like a bellows, he thought he’d hit his mark. But Chris started moving against him, realizing Geoff hadn’t yet come. Chris had a generous heart. Why that made Geoff hurt a little bit more, he didn’t want to think about right now. He needed to wrap this up before he screwed things up entirely.

Gripping Chris’s hips, Geoff eased back until he freed his rigid dick. Just that friction alone was almost enough to send him over. He tried thinking of fungus, his grandmother or random
Sesame Street
episodes. Anything to calm it down.

“What . . .” Chris tried to twist around. Geoff nipped out of range, barely, snagging his brief shorts and pulling them back on in a blink so he could be back beside Chris and not leave him feeling abandoned. He grabbed his arm where he was flailing in the dark, ran a hand over his face, his hair, those thick locks, settling him. “Easy. Come back to the bed. Stretch out.”

Chris complied after a hesitation, probably thinking Geoff was going to go about it another way. Once he was settled, Geoff knelt over him and put a palm on his chest, holding him there. He’d stepped on the TV remote while finding his shorts, so he picked it up and clicked the TV back on. A dim light filled the room, along with the low murmur of the late night newscast. Chris was sprawled on the mattress, cock lying against his thigh, legs spread, his eyes confused but mouth slack from his climax. The view alone made Geoff bite back a shudder. His cock was well and truly pissed at him, and he couldn’t say he blamed it a bit.

“Geoff.” Chris pushed up on his elbows, brown eyes meeting his. “What’s going on?”

Geoff shook his head. “We’re not in the dark anymore, Chris. Look at me.”

“I am looking at you.”

Are you?
The words beat on the inside of Geoff’s chest, harder blows than he’d expected. But he managed a tight smile and brushed his knuckles over Chris’s chest, tugging on the hair. “All right, then. I want to leave it there for tonight.”

He straightened, all too aware he stopped looking at Chris as he pulled on his slacks and shrugged back into his shirt. He couldn’t handle looking at Chris, his naked, muscular body, his puzzled expression.

Fuck, had he truly just denied himself the chance to come in Chris’s ass because he got caught up in some dysfunctional bullshit about family rejection? He’d fucked plenty of people in defiance of that crap. People who weren’t anything more than a one-night stand. That was the problem. He couldn’t do it here.

“Is this some kind of Dom/sub bullshit?” Chris asked. He didn’t sound angry, but he was getting close.

Geoff bit back the nasty reply that sprang to his lips. He could say yes, because maybe a small part of it was. But lying would probably be worse than the truth. Probably.

“This is enough for now,” Geoff said. He wasn’t punishing anyone, wasn’t trying to be a dick, though he was probably accomplishing both. “We’ll figure the rest out tomorrow. Maybe we’ll get started on that project we were going to build for Sam.”

“Geoff.” Chris got up off the bed, but Geoff stepped back, raising a hand. He met Chris’s eyes, and whatever Chris saw stilled him. Anger gave way to compassion in Chris’s face as he obviously put two and two together. Damn it, there were times Chris’s intuition was a pain in the ass. Chagrin would really piss Geoff off and make him lash out. Which would be the entirely wrong tactic, since the one he despised the most at the moment wasn’t Chris. Not even close.

“No,” he said firmly. “Don’t do that, Chris. You feel what you feel.”
Or don’t feel, rather.
“No apologies. Leave it for now.”

Thank God, Chris’s phone began to ring, and it was Sam. Chris’s ringtone for her was “Just the Way You Are” by Bruno Mars, which had made her smile from ear to ear when he’d played it for her. He used the Darth Vader theme for Geoff. Smartass.

Scooping the phone off the floor where he’d knocked it when his head had hit the crate, Geoff tossed it onto Chris’s bed. “Tell her to call me after she talks to you,” he said casually. “If she wants to talk to both of us. I’m headed to my room. See you in the morning.”

* * *

Chris stared after him as Geoff left him standing naked and slack-jawed in the middle of the room. Damn it all to hell and
back. The guy thought he was playing it all casual and relaxed, but Chris had seen more relaxed-looking telephone poles. His stiff back and set shoulders were the last Chris saw of him before he disappeared into his room.

“See you in the morning, my ass,” he muttered. Chris snatched up his shorts. As Bruno’s song continued to play, he thought about not answering, about going after Geoff and making it right, but charging into that without thinking it through was a great way to disturb a nest of snakes.

Dissatisfied regardless, he put the phone to his ear and tried to clear his head. The climax had been over-the-top, but still somehow lacking. He’d fucked it up, yeah. No doubt on that. All of the feelings had swamped him, threatening to cut him adrift. When Geoff demanded he admit he’d always wanted this, Chris hadn’t been ready to completely let go of the shore. Yet Geoff had pulled back when he couldn’t have everything he wanted all at once. So some of that blame had to be on him.

“Chris? Are you there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. Sorry about that.”

“No, I’m sorry. I did try Geoff’s first, because I know he’s more of the night owl, but he didn’t answer. Since that meant the universe is ending or he’s dead, I thought I’d better wake you up and see which one is happening.”

“I wasn’t asleep, promise. And you know he’d answer even if the universe were ending. But no, he’s not dead.”

“Good.” She paused. “Okay, what’s going on?”

Um . . . let’s see. Geoff fucked me and took off.
It wasn’t like Chris had wanted pillow talk or cuddling, right? Actually, that would have been kind of nice. At least share a postcoital beer. But that wasn’t the problem.

“You and Geoff haven’t been fighting, have you? Were any bones broken? Blood spilled?”

“Not much.” He assumed Geoff didn’t have a life-threatening skull fracture, though his head had hit the corner of the crate pretty hard. “He bumped his head just now and I have a busted lip from earlier today. He also face-planted in the yard. All of that was his fault.”