Kane, Samantha - Brothers In Arms 4 (4 page)

“Over against the wall, by the door,” Derek ordered.

Ian pushed himself up off the bed. “Today your wish is my command, Derek.” He

sauntered past Derek and over to the wall. He turned and leaned against it, narrowing his eyes. “But tomorrow it’s my turn again.”

“Oh ho, so you’re going to do whatever I want today?” Derek crowed, rubbing his hands together. “I didn’t know you knew how to let go of the reins.”

“You’ve never wanted me to. You love being ridden hard too much.” Ian ripped

open his trousers, pushing them down to free his cock. It was so hard it bounced against his stomach as he settled back against the wall. “Forget what I said. You’ll do as I command, and right now I want you to get over here and suck this.”

Derek padded over to the wall like a predatory cat. He was so goddamn graceful.

Christ, everything about him excited Ian, even after five years together. Derek placed one forearm on the wall next to Ian’s head and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“And what will you do for me, lover, if I suck that cock?” Derek’s words were

accompanied by a featherlight touch along the length of Ian’s erection.

Ian turned his head so that he was looking at Derek, their faces so close together he could have kissed him almost without moving. “Do it right and I’ll fuck you with it later.”

“You always know the right thing to say,” Derek teased, and he moved the fraction of an inch required for their lips to meet.

Ian immediately opened his mouth and devoured Derek. He ate at his lips, sucked his tongue, caressed the inside of his cheeks. His teeth nipped Derek’s lower lip and Derek pressed in against him. Ian bent his knee and let Derek ride his thigh, his cock a hot ridge against it. Ian reached around and grabbed Derek’s ass, those tight cheeks filling his palms, and ground Derek’s cock against his leg. Derek pulled away from the kiss with a shudder.

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“Steady there, Captain,” Derek said shakily, “you can do permanent damage that

way.” His breath hissed as Ian squeezed one ass cheek hard and traced the hot valley in the center through his trousers with the fingers of the other hand. God, Derek loved that, the tease of what awaited him later driving him deeper into the well of desire.

“God, you’re round-heeled,” Ian laughed huskily. “You could at least pretend to be hard to get.”

“I thought I was,” Derek testily replied, his argument undermined by a hard thrust against Ian’s thigh and another shudder.

Only here, with Ian, was Derek able to show weakness. It was one of the things

Derek loved about being with him. His weakness was a trigger for Ian’s passion. Ian craved his surrender, and by surrendering, Derek conquered. He possessed Ian’s soul as completely as Ian owned his.

Ian just laughed again. He took his hands off Derek’s ass and Derek started to

complain until Ian rested his palms on his stomach and caressed his way up to Derek’s shoulders. “Take that fucking shirt off.”

Ian’s voice was low and deep, and when Derek looked at his face, Ian’s eyes were hard and hooded by desire. That look had precluded so many bouts of lovemaking and sexual satiation that it alone would have made Derek hard and ready even if Ian weren’t touching him like this. Derek gasped as he felt his cock jerk.

“Jesus, are you going to come now?” Ian’s voice was amused, with an underlying

thread of indulgent satisfaction.

“I might as well,” Derek ground out, “since it’s your cock that’s about to get sucked, not mine.”

“Do unto others…” Ian muttered with a sly grin.

“You are going to hell, Ian Witherspoon,” Derek chastised him mockingly.

At his words Ian roughly pushed Derek’s shirt off his shoulders and helped him

tug it off his arms and drop it to the floor. “Heaven first,” Ian told him. Derek groaned as Ian leaned in and bit down on a nipple hardened with arousal. Ian pulled back slightly and licked the stinging nub with the flat of his tongue, then he ventured off to the side and began indiscriminately swirling his tongue along the muscles of Derek’s chest, his fingers tangled in the hair there, tugging gently. Derek’s head fell back and he bit his lip to keep from moaning as he clutched Ian’s shoulders. He reveled in Ian’s worship of his body. He knew he could make Ian hard and reckless with just a glimpse of his chest or arms. Ian became positively feral when he saw Derek naked.

Ian slowly wrapped his arms around Derek’s chest, his fingers caressing Derek’s spine as he raised his head and licked along Derek’s lips. Derek opened his mouth to let Ian inside and was treated to a deeply tender kiss, soft yet possessive. When Ian pulled back, Derek found his own arms wrapped around Ian’s neck, his fingers buried in his baby-soft hair. He clung as Ian slowly pushed him away until he had to let his arms drop.

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“Take the rest of your clothes off.” The order was issued in a firm voice, one that brooked no disobedience. Derek languidly complied.

It was an especially erotic thrill to be naked in Ian’s arms while Ian himself

remained almost fully clothed. It made Derek feel a little like a sex slave, and secretly he liked it. Well, not so secretly. He’d told Ian as much once, and it was one of Ian’s favorite games now.

When Derek stood proud and naked before him, Ian let his escalating desire show.

He licked his lips and reached down to wrap his fist around his cock and pump it slowly several times, clearly enjoying the view. Derek stood docilely before him, the object of his desire, Ian’s to command.

“Masturbate for me. I want to see you come.”

Derek’s breathing hitched. Christ, Ian had him on fire today. When Ian watched

him like this, made Derek perform for him, Derek felt his own power over his lover. He stared at Ian and slowly ran his hands over his chest, stopping to tweak his own nipples hard. He rubbed the palms of his hands over them and savored the sting. Ian watched it all avidly, his breathing unsteady.

“Are you going to come just from watching me?” Derek sounded almost bored, but

his labored breathing belied the impression.

Ian smiled wickedly at him as he made a great show of letting go of his cock. “Oh no, darling. I have no intention of denying myself the pleasure of coming in your mouth.”

Derek’s head fell back and he ran his hands down his stomach until he reached his cock. He fisted it tightly in one hand while the other sought his balls and rolled them together. The pleasure brought his head up and hunched his shoulders.

“You love to play the tease, don’t you?” Ian whispered throatily. “You love to show your body to me, to make me want you ferociously when I see how much you enjoy

pleasuring yourself.”

“Yes.” Derek’s tone was harsh and defiant as he watched Ian stare in fascination at his finger slowly rubbing over the leaking end of his cock, spreading the pre-cum on the plum-shaped head until it glistened in the sun coming through the window to his left.

At the sight Ian leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and swallowed. When he opened his eyes he laughed weakly.

“If you keep that up, lover, you’re not going to get to suck my cock, and I know you want to.”

Derek stopped and completely let go of his cock. “Bastard,” he whispered. He

slowly walked forward until he was so close to Ian he could see the pupils in his eyes dilated with desire. “Permission, Captain, to suck and masturbate at the same time.” He smiled wryly. “I’m not going to last either, I’m so fucking close. I want to taste you in my mouth when I come, Ian. I need to taste you.” He didn’t wait for permission, but fell to his knees in front of Ian, grasping both his own cock and Ian’s in his hands. He leaned forward and sucked on the warm, firm head of Ian’s cock.

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“Yes,” Ian hissed, his hands going to either side of Derek’s head. One gripped his hair tightly, the other lay tenderly along Derek’s cheek. “Yes, bring yourself while you taste me, Derek. Bring me with you.”

Derek needed no further encouragement. He slid his lips down Ian’s length as far as he could comfortably go, then placed his fist there as a marker. He pulled back and then sucked down to his fist again, making Ian shudder and lay his head back on the wall. It took a moment to find a rhythm that worked for both him and Ian as the hand on his own cock kept time to his mouth on Ian. He sucked deeply on each downward stroke and swirled the flat of his tongue along the underside as he pulled back. Ian squirmed and moaned, especially when Derek’s tongue hit the sensitive spot just below the head of his cock. Derek knew how he liked it and he enjoyed doing it.

Ian’s breathing grew heavy, each exhalation a growl as Derek felt his cock harden more in his mouth. Derek’s climax was hovering just out of reach, almost painful in its reticence. He pumped his fist harder, unconsciously sucking deeper on Ian in

counterpoint.

“Christ, Derek, I’m going to come. It’s so good. You are so good.” Ian’s hands were gripping his shoulders, the fingers digging into his muscles, and Ian hunched over him, fucking in and out of his mouth as Derek sucked him. Suddenly Ian’s hands were

gripping the back of his head, pulling him down hard on his cock until the tip was almost touching the back of his throat. It was nearly too much, and would have been if Derek hadn’t taken the precaution of placing his fist so that Ian couldn’t choke him. He knew from experience that Ian got carried away when he was coming in Derek’s mouth.

He wanted to ram his cock down Derek’s throat and tried, not to hurt or intimidate him, but because it felt so good. Derek loved that it felt that good to him. Ian groaned his name and Derek tasted the first wash of his cum on the back of his tongue. He swallowed convulsively around Ian’s cock, causing Ian to groan and jerk, more cum spurting into Derek’s throat. As he swallowed, Derek felt his own climax burst on him.

As he ejaculated, the pleasure was almost painful and he felt his cock jerk and burn with the heat of his cum. He kept hold of Ian, kept him in his mouth, tasted and rolled him on his tongue as he moaned his own satisfaction.

After he came, Derek unwrapped his fist from around Ian, but kept his softening cock in his mouth and gently sucked on it, laving it with his tongue. Ian gasped and hunched over him again. His hands ran down Derek’s shoulders, petting him, caressing his strong upper back tenderly. When Ian was small and soft in his mouth Derek finally set him free.

“Derek,” Ian said softly, running his hand through Derek’s hair.

Derek looked up at him as he knelt before him, a sexual supplicant. “Don’t forget what I can do for you, Ian,” he said, his voice unsteady. “Don’t for one minute think she can give you this.”

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Derek.” For a change, he said nothing about her, and Derek tried to be satisfied with his answer.

* * * * *

The following afternoon in the drawing room, Ian turned to greet Lady Randall and her niece with a genuine smile. As he had hoped, Kate, as Lady Randall preferred to be called by her friends, had agreed to help Sophie get ready for the wedding and had rushed over as soon as she was able.

Ian hadn’t seen Derek since last night. He hadn’t appeared at dinner and Ian had had to endure an evening of his future father-in-law’s crude, self-aggrandizing conversation and verbal bludgeoning of Sophie. He’d intercepted the worst of it, but the evening seemed interminable and Sophie retired immediately after dinner. He couldn’t blame her. He’d escaped as soon as politely possible. Politeness with Sir Middleton was getting harder and harder to maintain. This morning Ian had taken breakfast in his room and had ordered the same for Sophie so she wouldn’t have to suffer alone with her father. Ian wished he’d had the opportunity to speak with her again.

Derek had mysteriously reappeared in Ian’s room about an hour after Ian retired last night. Ian hadn’t inquired where he’d been and Derek didn’t offer the information.

When he’d climbed on top of Ian, he’d smelled suspiciously like he’d been drinking, a lot. He was voraciously aroused however, and Ian had no problem living up to the promises made during their morning liaison.

“Ian, my dear,” Kate said, coming over and kissing his cheek, “I’m so glad you

asked for my help. I didn’t get to plan much of a wedding for myself, if you’ll remember, so this will be the wedding I didn’t get to have.” She smiled with delight.

“So just open your coffers and promise not to get shot before the wedding.” Kate, Jason, and her other husband Tony had been married at what they all thought was Jason’s deathbed. Jason, however, had other ideas and woke up in the middle of the ceremony to make his promises. He’d fully recovered from the gunshot wound he’d incurred during a duel over Kate.

“I hope it isn’t too much of a burden, Kate, considering your condition.” Ian hadn’t even thought about Kate’s pregnancy when he’d penned his note yesterday. She looked marvelous, however, tall and lithe and blonde. Her stomach was only slightly rounded with child.

Her niece, Veronica Thomas, snorted inelegantly. “You must be joking, Ian. Look at her! She is disgustingly glowing. She’s never looked or felt better in her life. If this continues, they’ll have her breeding every year.” Very’s eyes had a mischievous twinkle as she sat down in a delicate armchair.

Kate took the bait. “Veronica Thomas! That is beyond rude. You’ll have poor Ian blushing and thinking I don’t know what about us.” It was Kate who was blushing, and Ian took pity on her.

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“She is right, Kate. You look absolutely stunning. Motherhood seems to agree with you.” To his dismay, Kate got choked up and had to dig a handkerchief out of her reticule.

“Oh Ian, never mind me. I’m a veritable watering pot these days. Mother tells me it’s the baby and it will pass.” She sniffed delicately and tucked her handkerchief into her sleeve. “Good heavens, I burst into tears when Cook made my favorite soup the other day. Can you imagine? The poor woman was beside herself.”