Capture & Surrender (Market Garden, #5)(29)

And he’d be damned if Stefan didn’t shiver. “That would be the right answer.” Stefan gently pulled Frank’s head towards him. “Now suck my dick until I tell you to stop.”

Frank didn’t hesitate. Stefan’s cock was a lot for his jaw to handle, but he took it anyway. When Stefan groaned softly, Frank added his hand. In his mind, he saw Stefan face-f*cking Chris out on the paintball field, forcing himself into the other guy’s throat, so Frank did his best to imitate that speed and fervour.

“Oh, f*ck. My God, Frank, that’s amazing.” But then he gently pressed against Frank’s forehead. “Easy, though. I’m not coming until I f*ck you.”

The only thing that kept Frank from moaning “bloody hell” was the fact that he still had Stefan’s dick in his mouth, and since Stefan wanted him to slow down, he did. He couldn’t remember the last time a blowjob hadn’t been for the purpose of an orgasm. A blowjob where the orgasm was forbidden? That was new. And hot. And gave him a reason to taste and touch and explore Stefan’s thick cock. He was cut, something Frank hadn’t encountered before, but didn’t mind at all. He ran his tongue all the way down the shaft, then came up and teased the head with his lips and tongue.

Stefan shifted. Frank opened his eyes, realised Stefan had been widening his stance, probably to keep his balance. His hips were perfectly still; how the hell he did that, Frank had no idea. He’d never been able to hold still while he was in someone’s mouth, but Stefan didn’t move at all. Frank looked up at Stefan’s face. Stefan’s eyes were open, focused intently on Frank, and he ran his tongue across his lips. Water dripped from the spiked ends of his hair and ran down the sides of his face like sweat. Hell, maybe it was sweat. Frank was still under the shower, water rushing over his neck and shoulders, and he was probably sweating too from being so hot and so damned turned on.

Stefan braced an arm against the wall. He closed his eyes for a moment, tilting his head back. His lips moved, but the shower drowned out any words he might have said. Then he looked down again, eyelids heavy and lips apart like he wanted to speak but couldn’t.

Frank closed his eyes and concentrated on pleasing Stefan, stroking with both hands as he ran his tongue around the head of Stefan’s dick. His own cock was painfully hard now, and he desperately craved some kind of release. He imagined them on his bed, still wet from the shower and f*cking as hard and violently as he’d watched Stefan f*ck Mike, and he groaned as he took Stefan’s cock a little deeper into his mouth. At this rate, he wasn’t even sure he’d last beyond the moment when Stefan put on a condom.

Stefan’s abs tightened, and he shifted his stance again. When that hand pushed Frank back again, he really didn’t want to let go. Despite his aching knees and despite all the other things he wanted, making Stefan come in the shower had suddenly become the one thing he really wanted. But Stefan’s hand was insistent. Gentle, but determined.

Frank let him go and tried to catch his breath. Useless. His lungs felt like they’d shrunk, and he kept on panting.

“You’re . . . too good at this.” Stefan managed to sound husky and tender at the same time. “And you’re so ready for more.”

I am.

“Get up.”

Frank got to his feet, rolled his shoulders, and found himself pulled into another kiss that ramped up the tension, especially with Stefan’s cock brushing his. If they didn’t stop this, they’d definitely not get out of the shower before one or both of them came.

“Bedroom.” Stefan pushed him back enough to speak. “You first.”

Frank opened the door and stepped on the bath mat, not keen to interrupt, but even less keen on making a spectacle of himself by falling on his arse. Maybe it was the arousal, but he thought they were both steaming, and the mirror was too fogged to show any details.

He grabbed a large towel on the way out of the bathroom, wiped his face and hands and chest before he got to the bed. A swipe of the towel at least dried his arse and part of his legs, before he dropped it on the bedroom floor.

Stefan nodded at the bed, then crowded him towards it, kissing him again, his skin still wet. Frank couldn’t decide what was hotter—Stefan freshly showered or dirty and sweaty.

Without a word, he dug some condoms and lube out of the nightstand drawer, pausing to make sure they hadn’t expired. Between the two of them, they managed to get the condom onto Stefan. Putting on the lube almost turned into a frantic handjob before Stefan swore under his breath and, with a hand on Frank’s chest, pushed him towards the bed.

Frank climbed on the bed, Stefan following, staying on top while Frank lay back and opened his legs. Stefan pushed between them, and their cocks brushed again, an electric touch with all the damp skin between them. It was like being stalked, followed, hunted, though the deal was sealed. Something about the focus and intent in Stefan was dangerous and incredibly arousing.

Stefan still had some lube on his fingers, and as he pushed Frank’s legs farther apart, Frank pulled in a sharp breath. Anticipation already had him shaking. When Stefan’s cool, slick fingers pressed against him, he thought he was going to come unglued.

“You should know”—Stefan slid a fingertip into Frank—“all the other guys on the field, they were just for fun.” He pressed his finger in deeper. Withdrew it. Slid it in again. “Conquests.”