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Daniel’s Surrender

Sierra
&
VJ
Summers

 

Daniel Ellis works hard and plays
harder—and he’s not picky about his playmates. That is until his best friend’s
“baby brother” Matthew catches his eye. Matthew’s drawn to Daniel like a moth
to a flame—but Daniel’s push-me-pull-you game is making him nuts. To complicate
things even more, the lovely Shannon Whitney has attracted them both, and she seems
more than happy to share.

Corporate emergencies, family drama
and a near fatal encounter with a drunk driver conspire to strip the three
lovers bare, revealing their deepest fears and emotional wounds. It’s only with
Matthew’s persistence, Shannon’s heart and Daniel’s surrender that the three
can become whole.

 

Daniel’s Surrender

Sierra & VJ Summers

 

Chapter One

 

Matthew Worthington was bored. Idly sipping the glass of
flat champagne he’d snagged from a passing server, he surveyed the red-carpet
throng of local celebrities and hometown aristocracy and wondered how soon he
could leave.

While the camera was rolling, Matt forced a smile for a
local news anchor and managed to chat pleasantly about the auto show at which
he was currently imprisoned, the family business and his admittedly hectic
social life. When she’d moved on, he found himself once again leaning against a
display wall and wondering when everything had become so damn empty.

Matthew scanned the crowd, his gaze stopping briefly on his
sister. Meredith wore a demure gray gown that made her eyes look even more
silver than usual. The Worthington eyes. As silvery and cold as their father’s
had been. Marcus and Meredith had both inherited the Worthington good
looks—cool and elegant, all pale skin, black hair and those damn silver eyes.

Matthew, the youngest of the Worthingtons, was the odd one
out. His own eyes, a mixture of blue and green and gray, complemented his
perpetually tanned skin, and his hair was a stick-straight fall of auburn so
dark it appeared black in all but the brightest light.

Catching his sister’s eye, he briefly raised a toast,
sending her a naughty grin when she narrowed her eyes at his nearly empty
glass. Poor Meri. She was a joy to tease—she got so wound up—but sometimes he
worried that if something didn’t give, she was going to snap.

As his gaze continued to wander, he spied Daniel Ellis, his
brother’s best friend. Of course, Daniel was more than just a friend and
business partner; he was Marcus’ preferred third in his sexual adventures.

As he watched Daniel working the room—or more accurately,
working a brunette model in a slinky red dress—he felt an odd frisson of
interest. Nabbing a fresh glass of champagne, Matthew considered the lick of
excitement causing his dick to stir beneath his tuxedo pants. Finally he
decided it must be the girl. Except for one awkward night in college, he’d
never been turned-on by another man, so despite Daniel’s Hollywood-like beauty
and what Matthew knew about some of his more exotic tastes, he couldn’t quite
wrap his head around the idea that his brother’s best friend was making him
hard.

When Daniel led the little model behind a wall divider,
Matthew couldn’t resist following. By the time he’d navigated the room, he’d
downed another glass of champagne and Daniel had pressed his little distraction
up against a false wall.

Matthew watched, almost dizzy from the champagne, or maybe
from the blood that was swiftly rushing away from his big head to fill his
little head, as Daniel slid one large, tanned hand under the girl’s skirt. That
hand mesmerized Matthew. Wide, long-fingered. As he watched it stroke up her
toned, silky thigh, he found himself imagining how it would feel stroking the
length of his own thigh, pausing to cup his testicles before moving on to pull
along his raging dick.

Daniel was moving quicker now, snapping a condom into place
before spearing the gasping little brunette to the wall. Matthew caught a
glimpse of hard, ruddy cock, and absently pushed his tongue against the roof of
his mouth, suddenly rabidly curious about how the thick shaft would feel on his
tongue. Before his eyes, long red nails hooked into Daniel’s tight, round ass.
Matthew absently noted it was nearly as tan as the rest of his body.

He shook his head, trying to clear the champagne fumes. He
was no sexual novice, and he could certainly appreciate the beauty of the human
body, both female and male, but he’d never considered himself anything but
heterosexual. This unexpected attraction to Daniel must have been caused by the
wine and ennui. He couldn’t imagine it was anything more than that.

The woman was panting, approaching her peak, and he watched
Daniel place one palm over her mouth, stifling her cries as she came. With a
final, ramming thrust, Daniel came with a low growl. Tossing his golden hair
out of his eyes, he withdrew from her body and absently offered the girl his
handkerchief before stripping off the condom and tossing it into a convenient
trashcan.

As she finished cleaning herself up, the little model looked
over and suddenly met Matthew’s gaze.

“Oopsie, baby. I think we have an audience.” She had a
little Betty-Boop-ish voice that seemed to fit her big boobs and even bigger
hair perfectly.

Daniel turned, but slowly. He didn’t bother to do up his fly
as he looked at Matthew, only raised a sardonic brow as he noted the bulge
tenting the front of Matthew’s pants.

“Matty.” Matthew suppressed a wince at his brother’s
childhood nickname for him. “I thought you must be here somewhere tonight.” His
voice was velvety smooth and perfect, like the rest of him. “You
look…uncomfortable.” His blue eyes flicked over Matthew’s obvious erection.
“I’m sure Torrie could be persuaded to help you out with that.”

Indeed, Torrie did look more than willing, but she didn’t
have what Matthew suddenly desperately craved.

Meeting those hot blue eyes square on, he replied, “I don’t
think Torrie is the one to help me out with this.” Seeing Daniel’s surprised
comprehension, he decided to go for broke. “I’m sure by now her employers are
looking for her anyway. Why don’t we let her go back to work? I’m sure if we
think hard enough, between the two of us we can come up with some way to make
me…comfortable.”

Those movie-star-blue eyes flashed from surprise to
speculation, and finally almost unwillingly to interest as they dropped from
Matthew’s eyes to his mouth, and then cruised his body.

“All right.” His voice held all the speculation filling his
eyes. Dropping an absent kiss on the model’s cheek, he murmured, “Thanks for
the personal tour, darling,” and sent her on her way.

Once she’d gone, Daniel turned his attention to Matthew,
watching him with narrowed eyes. “So, Matty, what exactly do you think we
should do to see about your comfort?”

Matthew knew Daniel used the hated nickname to put him in
his place, to discourage him from continuing this odd flirtation. For a moment
all the sex and anticipation filling the air seemed to retreat and it was just
them, Matt and Dan, and their years of history.

Laughing a bit, he finally answered, “I have no idea.” At
Daniel’s sound of disbelief he tried again. “Well, I have several
ideas
,
but no idea where to start.” His humor seemed to break some of the tension, and
he met Daniel’s ironic smile with his own. “So, should I just dive in then?”

Daniel lifted both hands in a gesture that clearly invited
him to help himself. Matthew grinned, thinking the sight of Daniel there, pants
loose around his hips, formal white shirt un-tucked and framing his full but
not fully erect cock should be comical, but somehow it wasn’t. Rubbing an
absent hand along the throbbing length of his own dick, Matthew contemplated
how best to begin.

Finally, he decided to do what would feel good to him, and
moved closer to take Daniel’s semi-erect cock into his hand. It gave a
gratifying jump and hardened a bit at his touch, which encouraged him to
continue.

The skin was silky soft and wet from his climax. Using
Daniel’s own ejaculate as lube, Matthew slowly ran his hand up the length of
the stirring cock before sliding down to delve into his tuxedo pants and cup
his balls.

Amazingly, every stroke he gave Daniel’s cock, he felt in
his own throbbing flesh. It was as if they were connected somehow, each
sensation rippling through Daniel echoing in Matthew’s own flesh. Totally caught
in the moment, Matthew moved closer so he could feel Daniel’s heat through too
many layers of clothing. When he was close enough, Matthew laid his forehead on
Daniel’s shoulder, resting there as he watched his hand on the man’s cock,
coaxing it back to erection.

Slowly Daniel’s hands, which had been held out to his sides
in ironic invitation, drifted down. One large hand cupped over Matthew’s on his
cock, tightening his hold, the other stroked through the length of Matthew’s
hair before exerting a slight downward pressure.

When Matthew raised questioning eyes to meet Daniel’s, he
was surprised at the turbulence he found there. The pressure Daniel exerted on
his shoulder was subtle, but the meaning was unmistakable. Somehow, Daniel’s
obvious discomfort with the situation, his seemingly unwilling arousal, excited
Matthew even more, and he gave a brilliant smile before sliding to his knees at
Daniel’s feet.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Daniel’s voice, always
compelling, now contained an intriguing hint of gravel. Matthew pressed his
forehead against his rock-hard abs and nodded.

“Are you sure?” Daniel tangled his hand in Matthew’s long
hair, forcing his head back so their gazes met. Matthew experienced a rush of
amused exasperation. His mouth was watering, and Daniel
Fucks-Anything-With-a-Pulse Ellis was suddenly having qualms?

“I know who you are, Dan. I know what you want.” He brushed
his nose along the length of Daniel’s now fully erect cock. “And, believe it or
not, I know what I want too.” Matthew leaned down and engulfed the plum-shaped
head of Daniel’s arousal in his mouth. When Daniel’s hips jerked, Matthew
grinned around the knob of flesh, smugly satisfied at the reaction.

Matthew gave a slow, experimental suck, exploring the
different tastes and textures. The flesh was slick and smooth, flavored with a
bitter-salt musk that teased Matthew’s senses. Daniel’s hand clenched in his
hair and Matthew pulled back, looking up to meet stormy blue eyes. Daniel
tipped his head back, shutting his eyes almost as if he couldn’t bear to meet
Matthew’s gaze, and pushed his mouth back toward his cock.

Matthew had never sucked cock before, but he’d been on the
receiving end enough times to know what felt good to him. Now he took all those
memories and poured them into devouring Daniel’s pounding flesh. He licked up
and down the length, as if enjoying a giant ice-cream cone, before flickering
his tongue at the base, just tickling Daniel’s balls. Ignoring the light
pressure of Daniel’s hand on his head, he continued his torture, scooping
Daniel’s testicles into one hand while lifting his cock out of the way with the
other.

He glanced up to see Daniel’s eyes still closed, his face
taut with control. Matthew couldn’t remember the last time he’d found sex so
damn delightful. Daniel’s reluctant surrender, his salty flavor and clenching
muscles spurred him on. Slowly, agonizingly, he teased one of the sacs with his
tongue. The soft, crinkly skin was damp with sweat and Daniel’s previous
ejaculation, and moved freely over the hard sphere inside. Daniel’s hand became
a claw in Matthew’s hair as he licked at his testicles before sucking one
entirely into his mouth. Daniel’s low grunt of arousal and the pronounced jerk
of his hips fanned the fire in Matthew’s own balls even higher.

“Enough.” Daniel’s dark-velvet voice was almost
unrecognizable. “Fucking suck my cock, Matty.” Somehow this time the old
nickname didn’t rankle. Maybe it was the way Daniel’s eyes were tightly closed.
Maybe it was the brief spurt of fluid glazing the head of his cock. Maybe it
was Matthew’s own desire. At any rate, all at once sucking Daniel’s cock was
all he wanted to do.

Daniel’s hands cupped his face, hard but not rough. A
businessman’s hands. Firmly, he guided Matthew’s mouth to the head of his
erection, accepting no resistance as he slid deeply between his lips. Matthew
loved it. He loved the taste, the smell, the way Daniel stripped control from
him, taking over completely. Matthew sucked hard, wrapping one hand around the
base of Daniel’s cock to begin a quick screwing motion, while the other dropped
to his own neglected dick.

“No.” Daniel very emphatically moved Matthew’s hand from
himself. “Suck my dick well enough and I’ll let you come when I’m finished.”
The dominance in his voice and hands shot Matthew’s dick even harder. He began
a bobbing motion, ending with a deep slurp at the tip, and soon had Daniel’s
hips jerking convulsively in response.

“I’m going to come,” Daniel gritted out, “and you are going
to suck every drop down.” Matthew sucked harder, feeling his own buttocks
clench as his hips moved in time with his suction.

Matthew sucked, and Daniel buried himself to the balls in
his eager mouth. His eyes watered at the intrusion, and that just added to his
excitement. When Daniel’s cock began heatedly spurting, Matthew expected to be
disgusted, or at least disconcerted, but instead found himself savoring every
drop. More, he reveled in Daniel’s low sound of pleasure and the almost painful
grip of his hand in his long hair.

Finally Daniel guided Matthew’s mouth off his still-flushed
cock, reaching down to smear a trace of cum across swollen lips.

“You did very well.” Matthew was absurdly pleased at the
praise. “What shall I do for your reward?” Daniel still wasn’t meeting his gaze
but his voice was full of lazy amusement.

“Make me come.” Matthew didn’t even have to think about that
one.

“How?” Daniel’s hand was now combing through the silk of
Matthew’s hair, petting him absently in a way that did nothing at all to calm
the fire in his balls.

“I don’t care how. Just make me come.”

“But there are so many ways.” Daniel guided Matthew to his
feet and stroked one hand down the center of his body. “I could dry hump you
through your pants.” He suited actions to words and Matthew jerked against him.

“I could take you out and rub you raw.” Again he followed
his own narration, slipping the fly of Matthew’s slacks open before pushing
them down so they hung loose around his thighs. Daniel stroked Matthew’s cock
like a whisper, and Matthew hissed at the feel of bare skin to bare skin. “I
could lick you.” Daniel finally met his gaze for a brief second. What he saw
there seemed to satisfy him, as he slowly dropped to his knees and ran his
tongue along Matthew’s straining dick.

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