Rajan's Seduction (6 page)

But even then, he just didn't feel like facing the world.

Thinking back it was silly to let a movie affect him so deeply but hindsight as they say was twenty-twenty. Taking a breath he allowed his eyes to roam further around.

A throat cleared behind him and Rajan swung

around. Xavier walked shirtless into the large room. Rajan tilted his neck back and pressed his eyes closed for a moment. It was all he needed to count from one to ten backward and forward. He looked at Xavier again, still feeling as though his arousal had simply slammed into his chest.

"You all right?" Xavier wanted to know as he lifted the rope and climbed in.

"Just remembering a movie I made three years ago,"

Rajan replied. It wasn't all a lie. "It was a hard one to film, you know?"

"What was it about?"

Rajan stared at the way Xavier arched his back as

though stretching the muscles there. "A fighter—a soldier.

He ran away from his family to fight in a war he didn't understand then halfway in when things began getting really bad he found out he was tricked."

"Oh…"

"Yeah."

"Why do we always have these awkward silences?"

"Always? I just met you."

Xavier rested his hands against his hips. "You know what I'm talking about."

Another awkward pause.

Rajan pointed to the banner he didn't understand.

"What's
Sandan
?"

Xavier's eyes followed his finger. "Oh… it's what you would call a third level or third degree black belt."

"So you're bad ass, huh?"

Xavier smiled and looked away.

"Le Gasp! Xavier Crawford, SWAT agent,
Sandan
karate man is blushing."

"You're a dick, you know that?"

"I have three brothers, trust me, I've been told—so where do we start?"

"Frontal attack. I want you to punch me in the face."

"That's random." Rajan arched a brow. He tilted his head peering pensively at Xavier. "Are you joking?"

"No. Just do it."

"I'm not going to punch you in the face!"

"What're you afraid of?"

"Nothing—you don't ask someone to haul off and punch you in the face. Are you crazy? You're a cop!"

Xavier inhaled deeply. "Rajan, I'm trying to teach you something here, all right? So just forget for a minute that I'm a cop. Think of me as the guy wanting to steal your virtue."

Rajan stopped for a moment, blinked at him blankly

then burst out laughing. He laughed so hard he had to lean heavily into the ropes. "My virtue?" Another torrent of laughter rippled from his body until he could hardly breathe. "Oh… oh that's a good one."

"Okay… I want to steal—I don't know… food

away?"

"Well, now it's on!" Rajan swung at Xavier.

Skillfully, Xavier sidestepped the fist, grabbed the side of Rajan's arm with one of his before stepping closer to Rajan's body. Using one leg, he kicked Rajan's leg from under him. Rajan yelped as he flipped over before crashing into the ground of the ring.

Rajan groaned.

"You could have warned me you were going to do that." He moaned. "That fucking hurts."

Xavier knelt beside him and patted his stomach.

"That's half the fun. Come on, let's do it again."

"You're joking right? I'm going to have a bruise tomorrow thanks to you."

Still, Rajan offered his hand and Xavier helped him up. That was followed with attack after attack. No matter what Rajan did, he always ended up on the ground on his back. Finally he just laid there staring up into Xavier's face.

"This is so not working."

Xavier knelt down and lowered his face closer to

Rajan's. He snaked a hand beneath Rajan's body and

massaged his back. Rajan could feel the cop's breath flowing sweetly over his face. Their eyes locked and the beautiful brown orbs, looking into his soul, shimmered at him. Pushing his shoulder off the ground, Rajan pressed his lips to Xavier's. Whatever the consequences, he would take them. To his shock, Xavier spread his lips and accepted Rajan's tongue. He groaned, lifting an arm to wrap around Xavier's neck, arching his body into the hardness of the cop's chest and sighed.

The taste of the kiss had Rajan's heart slamming

against his chest and heat charging through his veins. His cock twitched and rose to life between his legs and all he could do was lay there, letting this man he just met drink from his lips. Their tongues flowed around each other sending sparks of electricity through his body. His toes curled. Rajan's chest heaved and his head felt like it would explode from pleasure. He yanked his mouth back, eyes closed, panting for air. Xavier didn't let up, he simply lowered those skillful lips to Rajan's neck.

"Xavier…" Rajan whispered.

"Mmmm," Xavier replied, licking the throbbing pulse at the base of Rajan's throat. "Want me to stop?"

"Xavier?"

Rajan clutched Xavier's shoulders and almost cried

when he stopped and lifted his weight.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Rajan shook his head.

"No—words. Use words, Rajan."

"No—I don't want you to stop."

* * * *

He simply gripped Rajan's shoulders and held him down against the ring's mat. Smiling, he took Rajan's lips again, reminding himself just how sweet the man tasted. He shivered, his arms weakening as he trailed his body down Rajan's, stopping to pinch at the nipples through the t-shirt he now wore.

Rajan sucked some air through his teeth and Xavier

twisted the nipples. Rajan's eyes snapped opened, his lips parted in a silent gasp. Smiling, he left those to massage the large bulge in the front of Rajan's borrowed track pants. He squeezed the hard mass he found there, stroking up and down. Dipping low, he gripped the waist with his teeth and pulled. Rajan lifted his ass and the pants slid down without trouble. Rajan's boxers made Xavier growl.

"You are wearing too many clothes," Xavier pointed out. He hooked his fingers under the band of the boxers and tugged them away from Rajan's brown skin.

The cock that bobbed forward had a perfectly rounded head. Licking his lips, he pulled the head into his mouth.

He took great pleasure sliding his tongue over the smooth head then up the shaft. When he sucked the head, however, he was rewarded with hot, tangy pre-cum. Moaning, he clutched Rajan's hips, held them in place and pulled Rajan's member deeper.

"Shit!" Rajan swore, gripping Xavier's head.

Xavier wanted to be fed. He thirsted to feel Rajan

flowing over his tongue like a stream. He never dreamt the actor would taste and feel so good and now, he just wanted it all. Grunting, he grazed Rajan with his teeth, used his lips to smooth over the head of the arousal before hauling it back into his mouth. He added suction, greedily swallowing the dreams of cum that came before the grand explosion.

"Xavier you have to… oh damn!"

Xavier didn't release him. Instead, he sucked harder.

Rajan's hips gyrated, rolled, slammed upward but he continued his assault. Rajan tugged at his shoulders, pushed at his shoulders then screamed his name. But Xavier wanted to be rewarded. He needed to taste Rajan's hot climax. Suddenly, Rajan's body stiffened and like a storm, exploded.

Xavier growled his satisfaction, and pulled back just in time to get a splatter of white liquid against his pulse. It burnt his skin sweetly pulling a hiss of pleasure from him.

He watched with great gratification as Rajan's body squirmed against the mat. He saw the moment Rajan's eyes rolled back—his beautiful, long hair plastered from sweat to his forehead. The smile on Rajan's lips, simply sent Xavier's heated body into overdrive and he moaned and pulled away.

Rajan grabbed for him but he wasn't fast enough.

"Where'd you think you're going?" Rajan panted.

"You can't just do that to me and…" He stopped speaking for his body shook involuntarily then. "Damn… come back here!"

Xavier laughed, wiping the back of a hand against

his lips. "Catch me…" he growled.

He thought Rajan wouldn't move for a while, but

suddenly the actor lunged upward. Xavier laughed and tried to crawl under the ropes but Rajan caught him around his hips. The force of the capture caused him to fall face first onto the mat. Still he tried to escape. His hands were bracing against the first step leading into the ring with his hips on the edge causing his ass to be arched upward in the perfect position to be plundered.

"Well," Rajan panted. "What a beautiful position."

"You wouldn't!"

Rajan said nothing and Xavier looked over his

shoulder as Rajan began pulling his track pants down. His boxers followed quickly and Rajan caressed one cheek then the other.

"Rajan?"

"You have such beautiful skin," Rajan whispered.

"Such perfect cheeks… you know what's coming, right?"

"Not really—but I know what I want to be coming."

Rajan laughed. Without another word, Xavier

turned away to shift his position but suddenly his eyes bulged. Rajan drove his tongue into Xavier, causing the SWAT agent to shout in surprised delight. He rode his hips backward roughly against Rajan's probing tongue.

"Oh yes!" Xavier whispered repeatedly.

He tried moving up so he could turn over but Rajan

braced a palm against his lower back, keeping him in that position and feasted on him. Xavier ground his teeth to keep his cries of sheer happiness in but when Rajan sank a finger into him, he couldn't anymore.

"Shit! Rajan!"

Rajan dropped a kiss against one of his cheeks.

"Deeper?"

"Hell yes!"

He got what he wanted and his body shook sweetly.

Closing his eyes, he pushed his ass against the finger, riding it until the digit was replaced again with Rajan's tongue. Xavier's orgasm stormed through his body like a herd of wild horses. He gripped the edge of the steps, shoved his ass up taking Rajan's tongue even deeper.

"Oh Rajan…" he sighed as his body exploded with fire.

Shuddering, he felt himself erupt against the mat

beneath him but he didn't care. His head thrashed from side to side. His neck fell forward and he rested his forehead against the step before him.

Rajan caressed up his back, kissing his spine. "Are you ready to sit up now?" Rajan asked.

"Gimme a minute," Xavier replied, still panting.

It took a while but once they could breathe again,

Rajan walked with Xavier back into the main house and into the living room. They slumped side by side on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.

"You wanna see my bedroom?" Xavier asked.

"Does that normally work on your men?"

Xavier shrugged and chuckled. "I don't know. This is the first time I've ever used it. Normally I would ask if they wanted to see my pistol."

Rajan laughed so hard he thought he would pop a

lung. Shaking his head he nodded. "Yeah… the bedroom one is definitely better."

"So yes or no?"

Turning his head, he extended a hand to Xavier and

allowed his body to be pulled from the sofa. Silently, the two climbed the stairs and Rajan suddenly felt as though he would be making love for the first time. The same excited fear that curled his insides, leaving a warm, tingling feeling at the bottom of his stomach sent his heart pulsating.

In Xavier's bedroom, he looked around but didn't

have time to notice much for Xavier stood behind him, nibbling on the back of his neck. Slowly, Xavier's arms snaked around his body and Rajan gasped when he crashed into Xavier's chest. Lifting a hand, he wrapped an arm back, to caress Xavier's head.

"Are you nervous?" Xavier asked.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure."

Xavier pulled at the hem of his t-shirt. Rajan

stepped forward and lifted his arms allowing Xavier to strip him. The air in the room caressed his aroused flesh and he felt his nipples tightening. When Xavier took him in his arms again, Rajan sighed contently. He fell softly into the bed and watched as Xavier climbed over him. A small packet was pressed into Rajan's hand and without looking he knew what it was. He pressed it between his teeth, closed his eyes and arched his body against Xavier's lips.

Fire followed each kiss placed against his chest, shoulders, abs, hips—until finally Rajan was panting. His lungs burned, his body trembled and every thought he should be having left him. Dragging his nails down Xavier's arms, his lover's name tumbled from his lips.

This time, Xavier bypassed his throbbing arousal,

lifting his legs and plunged his tongue deeply into Rajan's ready hole. Rajan's lips fell opened for a scream but all that came out was a low purr. He tried grabbing Xavier just to touch him, but Xavier simply trapped his fingers, driving his tongue deeper.

"Oh hell!" Rajan cried, rooting his hips down, wanting more.

Xavier pushed the tongue into him, then licked.

Rajan bit his lower lips, fighting off an orgasm. He tightened his fingers with Xavier's.

"Xav—damn, Xavier do something, I think I'm

going crazy."

Xavier released his fingers then and grabbed his

cock. Rajan wanted to cry.

"Open it," Xavier ordered, his voice gruff.

Feeling against the bed, Rajan found the condom

packet and ripped it open with his teeth. He scooted back to slide the condom on but Xavier reached back. He grabbed a tube from a nearby drawer with a smile on his face.

"Slip the condom onto your tongue."

Rajan arched a brow.

"Trust me…"

Rajan did as he was told before climbing to all

fours. Xavier knelt before him and without thinking, Rajan pushed his mouth over Xavier's chocolate cock, sliding the condom along the shaft. He sucked on Xavier, locking gazes with him, and smirking around it. Xavier's hand caressed down his back and caressed some lube against his tender opening. It tore a hiss from his lips. Pulling from Xavier, Rajan climbed from the bed, locking his gaze with Xavier and walked to the wall. Bracing both hands forward, he arched his back slightly, pushing his ass out, giving Xavier complete access.