Page 43 of Finley
No one’s hands affected Daniel the way this man’s did, and it amazed him that even after all of this time apart, Brantley still had the power to unravel him with one touch.
Tearing his mouth free, Daniel took a step back and looked into the heavy-lidded eyes focused on his. He then pushed his fingers into his briefs, bent at the waist, and boldly removed them.
Kicking the scrap of cotton on top of Brantley’s shirt, he reached for the button of Brantley’s shorts and slid it free. With their eyes locked, he slowly drew the zipper down and then slipped his fingers inside to remove the shorts and boxers as he lowered to his knees in front of the man who he still very much wanted to worship.
BRANTLEY’S CHESTROSE and fell as he stared down at Daniel.
Christ,he hadn’t imagined for one minute that this was where the evening would lead when he’d come back up to the house and locked the doors. He’d expected to find Daniel in bed and quite possibly asleep. Instead, he’d been sitting over by the window in brooding silence.
Brantley’s swim had cleared his mind somewhat, just as it always did. But as soon as Daniel had stood and he’d gotten a full look at what he had,or hadn’t, been wearing, all sane and rational thoughts had fled.
All six feet, two inches of Daniel on display was a sight that would render anyone speechless, but add in those tight Calvin Kleins that cradled his balls like a warm palm and Brantley had forgotten anything other than getting close enough to touch. Never had he expected, however, that Daniel would go to his knees. Andneverhad he expected the way he was now running his hands reverently up the backs of his thighs.
“Brantley,” Daniel whispered as he leaned forward to place his lips against Brantley’s hipbone.
Unable to believe that this was really happening, he was almost afraid to touch the man kneeling at his feet, but when Daniel trailed his tongue down the V of his leg to nuzzle his nose into the root of his aching shaft, Brantley could no longer keep his hands off him.
He stroked his hands through Daniel’s hair and marveled at the soft texture as warm lips skimmed the underside of his hardened flesh. His fingers flexed in response, tightening in the short strands, and the hands on the backs of his thighs mimicked the move. That was when words that broke his heart floated through the silent room.
“I want to forget. Forget how much it hurts when I’m not with you.” Brantley tipped Daniel’s face up, and those wide, golden eyes found his as Daniel added, “Help me forget.”
Brantley’s breath caught at the vulnerability in that request, and he found himself nodding as he lowered to straddle Daniel’s thighs. As their bodies grazed one another, Daniel took his mouth in a quick kiss, and before Brantley knew what he was about to do, he shifted and had him on his back on the white rug.
DANIEL PLANTEDHIS hands on either side of Brantley’s head and studied the face of the man under him. It seemed as if he’d waited every day since he’d left for this exact moment. Then Brantley widened his legs, and there was no way Daniel wasn’t going to take him up on that invite.
Nestling his cock in against Brantley’s, he marveled at the delicious feel of the familiar as he crushed his mouth against the hungry one waiting for him. Brantley’s legs wrapped around his waist, and Daniel speared his fingers into his damp hair as he lifted up to get even closer to him. He growled at the eager response.
Fuck,he thought.I need more of him.
He raised his head, his lips curved as Brantley chased his mouth.
“Ten minutes,” Daniel said, and then cursed when Brantley arched his body up against his. “I told you ten minutes for the age reference. And one thing you need to know about the manI’vebecome, Professor Hayes”—he put a palm to the center of Brantley’s chest, and when he lay back against the rug, Daniel followed to tease his nipple with the tip of his tongue—“is that I like control. I like to be the one to decide what I’m doing in my life. That also extends here, to the bedroom. Will that work for you?” Brantley slowly nodded but otherwise remained silent until Daniel bit his nipple and added, “Also, I’m a man of my word. Ten minutes. Is ten minutes.”
A frustrated sound echoed around the room, but the hands in his hair disappeared as Brantley stretched them back over his head. Daniel hummed in the back of his throat, and his cock throbbed at the permission he was being given. Then he started to make his way down Brantley’s body. He followed the trail of hair along his sternum until he got to his navel, where he licked and sucked the salt from his skin. Then he swiped a warm, wet path farther down, the taste of Brantley so addictive that he needed more.
When he was finally between Brantley’s thighs, he put one leg and then the other over his wide shoulders and shifted to his knees, angling Brantley’s body up toward him.
“Hell, Finn,” Brantley gasped, reaching down Daniel’s body to fist his cock.
But he wasn’t having any of that. He batted the hand out of his way, swiped his tongue across the root of Brantley’s cock, and then said, “Mine. Keep your hands on the rug.”
Brantley glowered at him but did as he’d been told, and Daniel gave him a salacious grin that had Brantley bucking his hips up toward him.Fuck yes,it seemed he’d just discovered something new about his professor. Brantley liked taking orders from him.
“Keep your hips still.”
Brantley’s eyes flared, and Daniel smirked.Oh yeah, he liked it a whole damn lot. Having Brantley under him like this was a heady combination of coming home and newfound eroticism. It was both old and new, and that made this experience one thing—hot as fuck.
When they’d been together in the past, Brantley had been the more dominant of the two. He’d been the one with the experience. He had been the professor, the one who made all the rules. But now, Daniel thought as he circled his straining flesh, angling it up for his mouth—now that was all about to fucking change.
He took Brantley between his lips and sucked on the plump head, and when he bucked up toward him, Daniel raised only his eyes. That had those wayward hips freezing in place. Brantley clamped his teeth down on his lower lip, and as Daniel lowered his eyes back to the task, and then his lips over his cock until he hit the back of his throat, his name tore from Brantley in the most satisfying way imaginable.
Drawing his mouth off him, he looked toward the clock on the wall and then kissed the inside of Brantley’s thigh. “You have five more minutes…”
Brantley’s fingers dug into the rug, and Daniel couldn’t help the grin that split his lips as he nipped his way up to his balls and then sucked on the tender sac pulled tight to Brantley’s body.
“Five minutes until what?” Brantley demanded, his breathing harsh.
Daniel dug his fingers into the ass he was holding and then positioned Brantley exactly where he wanted him. “Five minutes until you’re finally going to give me one of my all-time fantasies.”