Page 90 of Night of the Living Manny
He groaned and licked his lips, letting himself feel as he allowed Brenden in.
“That’s it. Open up.” Brenden pushed all the way in, then pulled out.
“Damn.” It was the best he could do, that low, desperate cry.
“I know. Oh God, honey. I could just—I don’t even know.”
“Anything you want, Brenden.”
“Oh, good.” Brenden laughed. “Might not make it too long this time. Not long enough.”
“We have more time. This can be whatever we need.” He was damn proud of himself, stringing all those words together.
“Love.” Brenden gave him two fingers to ride, pressing deep.
He muffled his cry in the curve of Brenden’s shoulder. He bit too, his teeth scraping over the collarbone.
“More.” Brenden gave the same even as he demanded it. His hips moved like they had a mind of their own, jerking and rocking as he took Brenden in.
“So pretty.” Brenden just babbled at him, praise and sex words and incoherence.
He nodded and rode, panting hard with his need. “Please. Fuck.”
“I got you.” Brenden licked his own hand before stroking his cock. “I want in.”
“Please.” He would give anything to Brenden, including this.
“Thank you.” Brenden kissed him hard before lifting him up and over that heavy cock. The thick tip pressed against him, begging entrance, and he bore down, grunting as it popped inside.
He slid down hard, his ass on Brenden’s thighs. “Uhn.”
He’d never been so full, never been so stretched.
“Tight.” Brenden was grimacing, his body one taut line of pleasure.
“Full.” He squeezed tight and gasped as he swore he could feel Brenden’s cock swell.
“Oh God.” Brenden grabbed his hips and got him moving. It took a few thrusts, and then they found their rhythm. Up and down, up and down—God, they were cooking with oil.
Brenden’s noises became louder, more excited, and he wondered if someone would hear. He leaned down and muffled the sound in his kiss.
Those strong hands held him, Brenden spreading so his legs cradled Liam. He humped, his spine curving impossibly. His head fell back when Brenden stroked his burning cock, pushing them to the very edge.
“Please,” he begged. “Please. Yes.”
“Uh-huh.” Brenden couldn’t really talk anymore, and he scraped his thumb over Liam’s cock, making it sting. He bared his teeth and slammed down, his prick spurting weakly.
“God!” Brenden didn’t exactly fill him with seed, but he felt every throb of Brenden’s release. He slumped over onto Brenden’s chest, panting hard.
Brenden held him, petting him, easing him down from the sky.
“I love you.” He needed Brenden to know that.
“I’m glad, love, because I love you too.” Brenden stroked his back. “No matter what.”
“No matter what. Thank you for protecting my family.”
“It was an honor, Liam.” Brenden wrapped around him and held him tight.
