Guarded Desires (17 page)

And with that, he twisted Chris to face him once again, brutalized his mouth in a kiss beyond hungry and then stepped backward, out of Chris’s arms.

He stared at Chris, his chest heaving, his nostrils flaring. “I’m taking this inside, Bethany.” Chris started at his personal assistant’s name. Jesus, he’d forgotten she was even here. “You coming?”

Chris swallowed. His gaze jerked to the smiling redhead perched on the wicker armchair beside them. Only a few days ago, he’d blamed her for his body’s sexual response to Liev. He’d fancied himself attracted to her. Had entertained the idea of a threesome with her and some nameless flight attendant. And now he knew touching her, being touched by her would be a lie.

He wanted only Liev’s flesh on his body, in his body. He wanted only—

“My work here is done.” Bethany’s calm proclamation stilled Chris’s heart. She grinned at him. “I’m going to catch a cab into town. Diesel’s personal assistant asked me to meet him for coffee when I was off the clock.” Her grin morphed into a playful smirk. “And trust me, I am very much off the clock now.” She rose to her feet and walked past them. “See you both for a late breakfast,” she tossed over her shoulder as she disappeared into the shadows. “Remember you have a ten a.m. appearance, Mr. Huntley.”

Chris returned his stare to Liev. His heart smashed in his ears. His gut knotted. They were alone.

Holy crap, they were alone, and he’d never felt so nervous and yet so ready to be fucked.

He swallowed, aching for the touch of Liev’s hands on his body. Craving it.

“What happens now?” he asked, his nerve endings on fire.

Liev’s lips curled into a slow smile. “We move to your bedroom. Now.”

Chapter Eleven

Taking it slow was going to be tricky. Bloody tricky. But for Chris’s sake—hell, for his
own
sake—that’s exactly what Liev needed to do.

He followed Chris into the house and up the stairs to the third floor. It would be easy for him to take the American’s hand and walk him to his bedroom, but Liev let Chris lead.

If Chris was to back out, Liev wanted to let him have the chance to do it with dignity, not tug at Liev’s hand as he faltered behind.

God, please don’t let him back out.

He watched the younger man’s back, letting his gaze devour the sculpted muscles and smooth skin.

There was a part of Liev that couldn’t believe this was happening. A tiny voice that whispered in his head that Chris Huntley, one of the sexiest men alive, a man of phenomenal success and famous good humour, was not interested in Liev. That tiny voice told Liev he’d been knocked out in a house fire and was lying in a hospital room in a coma. That had to be the only explanation for what was happening now. There wasn’t a bloody hope in hell Chris Huntley could be attracted to a simple firefighter-cum-bodyguard whose greatest claim to fame was once stopping a protester from hitting the Prime Minister of Australia with a thrown shoe.

Liev listened to that tiny voice, the thick lump in his throat rivaling the thick heat in his groin, and continued to follow Chris up the stairs.

This wasn’t a coma-induced fantasy. This was real. Chris Huntley was sexually attracted to him and, God help him, was leading him to the master bedroom.

A tight spasm claimed Liev’s cock at the thought. He ached for what was to come, despite the tiny voice telling him he was deluded.

At the top of the stairs, Chris turned. His startling blue eyes found Liev’s and Liev was almost overcome by the unwavering desire and trust in their depths.

Bloody hell, he was
never
going to recover from this. How did a simple man like himself recover from a night of passion with a god like Chris?

Pulling a slow breath through his nose, he drew level with Chris. “There are things I need to get from my bedroom.”

Chris’s Adam’s apple jerked up and down in the strong column of his throat. “Okay.”

Unable to stop himself, Liev lifted his hand and cupped Chris’s jaw, brushing his thumb over the man’s bottom lip. “Remember, you’re wearing floaties. I’m not going to shove you under the water. And all you need to do is tell me to stop and I—”

Chris chuckled. “Hurry the fuck up, Reynolds. Before I drag you into my room, throw you on the bed and go all method acting on your ass. I’ve watched
Brokeback Mountain
. Twice.”

The threat tugged a laugh from Liev. He rolled his eyes. “Twice. Then you’re an expert.”

Before Chris could respond, Liev spun on his heel and entered his own bedroom. In his overnight bag was a pre-lubricated condom. He wasn’t yet sure it would be needed, but he wanted to be prepared. In case the unbelievable really did happen.

Do you really think it will tonight? Do you really think, when you press the head of your cock to Chris’s arse, he’s going to let you penetrate him? Are you that deluded? He’ll realize what’s about to happen and—

Shutting out the voice hell-bent on destroying his hope, Liev retrieved the square foil packet from his bag. He closed his fist around it. What it represented was almost too surreal to contemplate.

A turbulent wave of disbelief rolled through him. He turned and stared at his reflection in the room’s mirror. This was a first for him. He’d never doubted himself prior to having sex before. Had never been nervous prior to fucking before. Sex was just pleasure and pleasure was there to be had. Hell, it wasn’t like he’d never had sex with a virgin before either. He’d been more than one man’s first. He enjoyed it. Guiding them through the previously unknown experiences of man-on-man sex turned him on just as much as the actual act itself. He’d never been nervous with any of those partners, but holy snapping duck shit, was he nervous now.

Was it Chris’s fame? Or something else?

A whisper deep in his soul told him the answer, but he refused to acknowledge it. He didn’t do
forever
. He didn’t do
love
.

Just like all his previous lovers, Chris Huntley was a passion that had an ending. It was just… Liev swallowed, studying his own face in the glass.

Liev didn’t want to think about that ending, because when he did, he saw a new fantasy that was even more unrealistic and painful to contemplate than the fantasy of making love to Chris. A fantasy of being with Chris, beside Chris, in Chris’s life for a long time. A fantasy of a
forever
Liev had never ever let himself believe he wanted.

The knot in Liev’s gut twisted. His heart thumped.

Falling in love was not part of his plan. “You have to remember that,” he muttered.

“Remember what?”

Liev swung to his right to stare at Chris.

The actor smiled at him. “I couldn’t wait.” He nodded toward the bed beside him. “And I came prepared.”

Liev’s gaze jerked to where Chris indicated and his cock throbbed at the collection of condoms and a bottle of lube he saw.

“I found them on my bed and thought I’d bring them in here,” Chris said, mischievous delight in his voice. “It seems Bethany really
did
have plans for us tonight. Think I’ll give her a raise.”

Liev returned his attention to Chris, the American’s comment making his heart thump faster.

Chris chuckled. “Sure
you
don’t need some of those floatie thingies you keep mentioning, Reynolds?”

The jest snapped Liev out of his paralyzed fear. He destroyed the small distance between them and crushed Chris’s mouth with his.

He took the man’s lips and tongue with impatient urgency, his head swimming as Chris returned the kiss with a ferocity he hadn’t expected. He captured Chris’s face with his hands, holding his head as he coaxed Chris’s tongue into his mouth and sucked.

The man’s cock pulsed, its rigid length nudging Liev’s groin. Chris moaned, roaming his hands over Liev’s back, his backside. When Chris dipped his fingers between Liev’s arse cheeks and stroked the puckered hole of his anus, Liev tore his mouth free of the wild kiss and stared down into Chris’s gaze. “All you need to do is say stop,” he murmured.

Chris shook his head. “Not happening.”

As if to prove his words, Chris wrapped a firm hand around Liev’s dick, turned toward the bed and, with a deft shove on Liev’s chest, deposited him—arse first—onto the soft mattress.

Chris couldn’t get enough of the Australian’s cock in his mouth. The way it slid over his tongue, the way it filled his mouth. He knelt on the floor between Liev’s spread legs, working his mouth up and down the man’s amazing shaft.

With every slow ascent up Liev’s venous length, he tugged on Liev’s balls. With every tug, Liev groaned. The carnal pleasure in the sound fueled Chris’s hunger and, rolling his tongue over the tip of Liev’s cock, he plunged back down to the root again, sucking the entire duration.

“Fuck.” Liev bucked his hips upward. “This is…I’m meant to be…”

Chris drew up Liev’s length again, wrapped his hand around the wet pole of flesh and nipped the tip with his teeth.

Liev hissed, his hips driving upward. “Do that again and I’ll—”

Chris did it again.

With another hiss, Liev moved. The man was all muscle and strength and before Chris could laugh a retreat, Liev snared him by one wrist and hauled him up onto the bed. Just like that.

The sheer power required to lift Chris off the floor in such a fluid, single move flooded Chris’s cock with fresh blood. He would have groaned in appreciation, if it weren’t for the man pinning him to his back on the mattress and kissing him senseless. Instead, he tangled his fingers in Liev’s hair, wrapped his leg around Liev’s hip and ground his erection to Liev’s groin.

Their flesh slid against each other. Their balls slapped together. Chris tightened his legs around Liev’s hip and bucked upward in a demanding thrust.

Liev moaned into his mouth and thrust back, working one hand between their bodies to capture Chris’s cock.

Chris sucked in a sharp breath. Liev held him in a firm fist, arching over Chris to direct the tip of his cock to Liev’s.

Head spinning, Chris looked down the length of his body, watching as their pre-come mixed on the ends of their penises. The fluid glistened, a thin thread that joined their bodies together in a way more profound than Chris could fathom.

“Oh boy,” he breathed, his mouth going dry.

“It looks amazing, doesn’t it?”

He lifted his gaze to Liev’s face and nodded, lost for words.
Oh boy
was the best he could do.

“It
feels
amazing,” Liev murmured, painting the tip of Chris’s cock over his again. “Your flesh, your pre-come on my dick.” He grazed his lips over Chris’s jaw, his chin, his bottom lip. “So fucking amazing.”

Chris lowered his hand to Liev’s erection, closed his fingers around its length so Liev could stroke Chris’s cockhead over his bulbous one. The slick sensation of wet skin on wet skin tore a shaky whimper from Chris and he closed his eyes, only to open them again when Liev whispered, “You are beautiful. So beautiful.”

Chris gazed up at him, his heart racing at the pleasure fogging the man’s eyes. “I’ve been called sexy,” he rasped, his throat tight. “Handsome, good-looking. But never beautiful.”

Liev’s nostrils flared. His grip on Chris’s erection loosened. A little. “But you are. You don’t like it?”

Chris digested the word. If another man had called him beautiful he would have laughed. Women were beautiful. Artworks were beautiful. A sunset. Chris wasn’t beautiful. But when Liev called him beautiful, he felt it. It was an exquisite feeling.

He lifted his hand from Liev’s cock and traced his thumb over the man’s lips. “I do.”

Liev parted his lips and captured Chris’s thumb, sucking it into his mouth.

Chris groaned, reveling in the feel of the wet heat enveloping his flesh. Reveling in it even as his body craved other heat. Tighter heat.

His head swam. His cock pulsed. “I want to be inside you, Liev.”

The words fell from him in a hoarse rasp.

Liev stilled. He removed Chris’s thumb from his mouth. Chris could see the tiny pulse at the base of his neck beating like a frantic moth beneath his skin. “You want me to suck you off? Make you come?”

Chris shook his head. “No. I want to be
inside
you.”

Liev’s eyes fluttered closed. An unreadable tension crossed his face. His cock jumped, nudging Chris’s.

“I want to fuck you,” Chris continued, his pulse a roaring tattoo in his ear, his chest tight. “I want to have your muscles surround my cock as I sink into your ass. Let me do that, Liev.”

Liev opened his eyes and stared down at Chris, his eyes ablaze with blue desire and undeniable need.

Chris feathered his thumb over Liev’s lips once more. “Please? I need to feel you envelop me. Grip me. I need…”

He broke off, unable to vocalize the soul-deep longing inside him.

Without a word, Liev pushed himself off the bed and took a step backward, never breaking eye-contact with Chris.

Chris watched him, his mind whirling.

When Liev moved to the side of the bed and picked up the bottle of lube, Chris’s breath hitched in his throat.

Turning to face him, Liev held out the tube of lubrication.