Page 20 of The Lawyer's Quandary
“I see. Not that I’m complaining, because the view from my perspective is pretty amazing.”
Mark knew his body type very well. He had a swimmer’s body to the hilt. He was powerful and lifted to build strength, buthe also spent hours in the pool, so he was trim and fit, but there wasn’t a huge amount of bulk.
He closed the distance between them and kissed Greg gently at first, letting the passion build. It didn’t take long before the desire set in and his mind centered only on Greg. It was a Saturday afternoon—he had done what he needed to for the day, so nothing had better interrupt them, because Mark wanted to take all the time in the world with Greg, who seemed to shiver with each touch.
“Damn, how long has it been since someone took their time with you?”
Greg snickered. “My last boyfriend had a lot in common with a jackrabbit.”
Mark couldn’t help laughing. “You have to be kidding me.”
He held Mark closer. “No. The guy was quick as hell, and by the time it was over, if it wasn’t for some sort of visual evidence, I’d sometimes wonder if we ever started in the first place. He was pretty terrible. And he didn’t last long.”
“Pun intended?”
Greg huffed softly. “He was a living, breathing pun. I’m sorry, but if a man is a dud in bed, then it isn’t worth spending forty years with him. There is just so much you can teach someone, and I’m afraid he was unteachable. The guy actually thought he was some sort of stud.”
Mark climbed on top of Greg, their skin sliding easily. “And what if I don’t measure up?”
Greg quivered slightly. “All you need to do is touch me, and I can feel your strength and desire. How could you not?”
“But what if I’m like this other guy?” Mark teased. He knew he was nothing like that.
“Then I’m going to have to kick you to the curb and never talk to you again, but since you are not like him at all, this conversation is going nowhere.” Greg drew him down into a kiss,taking his breath away for a few seconds. “Just talking about him is a waste of air.”
“Got it. No wasting air.” Mark returned Greg’s kiss, holding him tightly. There was no need for additional conversation. Words were unnecessary, and besides, Mark had much better things to do with his lips, like kissing Greg or sucking at the base of his neck, seeing the kinds of sounds he made when Mark used his tongue to circle a nipple, or the gasp he got when he took Greg’s length between his lips. There was nothing more amazing than that needy, happy groan that seemed to fill the entire damned room. That was what he loved. Quiet guys worried him, because it made it hard to figure out what made them happy. But a man who made sound, who voiced his pleasure, was gold. It told him all he needed to know. So when he buried his nose against Greg’s skin, taking all of him, and Greg groaned so long and loud, he knew exactly what it meant and how much it turned him on. That, he wanted to hear.
“You make the best love noises.”
Greg lay back, his head on the pillow, mouth hanging open. “Is that what you call them?”
“God yes. The sounds we make when making love are fucking awesome. Say what you want, make whatever noises you want. There is no need to be quiet. We’re very much alone, and no one is going to hear a thing. That’s the beauty of being by ourselves.”
“Yeah, but what if I snort or something?” Greg asked.
“That’s a new one. A love snort. As long as its authentic, then it’s good. But don’t go snorting on my benefit. And I’m not going to ask you to make piggy sounds or something.”
“You had to go there, didn’t you?” Greg asked, and began to laugh. “Sorry.”
“Sex should be funny and joyous sometimes,” Mark whispered, and took Greg to the hilt once more. The laughterdied in an instant, and damned if Greg didn’t shake. He gasped and whimpered.
“Don’t stop….”
Mark had no intention of letting up. He worked Greg’s pleasure until he thought he was going to come apart, then held him back just long enough for the heat to lessen in Greg’s eyes. Then he took him higher once more, holding Greg on edge until it seemed like he was going to fly apart. It was a game, the best kind, one of pleasure, where there were no losers, only two winners. And in the end, they both got the same prize: absolute pleasure.
“Hey,” Mark said on Monday morning as Greg rolled over. “Don’t you need to get to your office?” Their meeting at the pool had turned into lunch, dinner, breakfast, lunch, and dinner again, with plenty of stops for dessert.
“Yeah, but I don’t know if I have the strength.” A storm had come through at some point in the night, and Greg had rolled over and climbed on top of him, the two of them making love as the spring storm raged around them.
“I think you better find it or Angie is going to come looking for you.” He grinned, and Greg groaned and got out of the bed.
“And I better stop at home for fresh clothes or else she is going to wonder where I’ve been all weekend and why I’m wearing clothes that look like I’ve been sleeping in them.”
“Not that we did much sleeping,” Mark told him.
Greg leaned over the bed and kissed him before finding his things. “I’ll call you later. I promise. But I’d better go.” At least they had thought at some point yesterday to bring Greg’s car to the house.
“I know,” Mark said, wishing he didn’t have to leave. He hadn’t had a weekend as amazing as this in a long time, and hehated for it to end. But the week was calling, and they both had work to do.
