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  Gerard lifted a spoonful of brandied cherries to his mouth, licking the sticky red sauce from his lips, his eyes never leaving Marcus’s. Lifting the edge of the delicate crepe, he suppressed a grin. “Oh, look. Cream filling.” Eyes wide and innocent, he asked, “How long before dinner is over?”

  Marcus chuckled, setting down his spoon and pulling the napkin from his lap to stand. “Afters in the lounge for anyone who is interested,” he announced. “Music as well. Please enjoy yourselves this evening.” He looked down to Gerard expectantly.

  “I take it we aren’t interested?” Gerard asked conspiratorially, standing and taking Marcus’s arm. “Think we could run through the kitchen and snag an extra dessert?”

  Turning deliberately to settle his hands at Gerard’s waist, Marcus murmured, “Whatever you desire.” He was aware that several sets of eyes were on them, some appreciative, others jealous.

  Gerard wanted desperately to kiss Marcus, but settled for nuzzling the hollow of his neck. “I want you. The cherries would just be a bonus.”

  Sliding one hand up Gerard’s back to his neck, Marcus slid his fingers into the shining black hair that brushed Gerard’s shoulders, lightly gripping his skull. “Don’t mind putting on a show, do you?” he asked.

  “They’re your people, not mine. You could throw me across the table and fuck me, for all I care. Actually, I think it might even improve your chances with a couple of them.” The young man held completely still, waiting for a cue from Marcus.

  With a suddenly feral grin, Marcus pulled Gerard to him and claimed his mouth roughly, his tongue plunging between soft, red lips to search out the elusive, sweet cherry taste turned tangy with brandy. Gerard melted against him, arms winding around his neck. The kiss eventually slowed to a soft nibbling at each other’s lips. Most of the guests had moved on to the lounge, but Gerard could feel several pairs of eyes on them as they kissed, and he suddenly felt possessive. He didn’t want to share even that much of his lover, even if he couldn’t claim him past this weekend.

  Finally lifting his head, Marcus discovered he had gathered Gerard into his arms and pulled him close. “I could become addicted to that taste,” he whispered.

  Eyes unfocused and knees weak, Gerard kept his arms wrapped around the stable strength of the older man. “The cherries or me?”

  “Oh, definitely you,” Marcus purred, his hands sliding down the other man’s back to grip his backside. GERARD skipped up the stairs to the upper level of the condo, a bowl of cherries in his hand. He’d get the cream from Marcus. The older man’s instructions had been very specific: Go to the room, get undressed, wait for me on the bed, and I’ll make you writhe. Gerard grinned. Deciding to take the older man up on his proposition had been a very, very good idea.

  After ensuring his guests were more than entertained, Marcus slipped up the stairs, anticipating what would be waiting. He’d been hard since dessert, and now he was practically throbbing as he reached his bedroom door. Gerard would comment on the hang of his pants, he was sure. Licking his lips, Marcus opened the door.

  Gerard looked up as the door cracked open. With the side trip to the kitchen, he’d had to carelessly strip and toss his clothes in a corner, not his usual ritual. Finding the lube and condoms he’d packed in his bag, he left them in easy reach, arranging himself alluringly on the top of the bed. Covers were for sleeping, not fucking. He smiled as Marcus strolled across the room towards him. “You seem to be having a problem with the drape of your trousers again, darling. You might need to consider a new tailor,” he smirked, propping his head on his hand.

  Stopping at the foot of the bed, Marcus raised an eyebrow, letting his gaze drag over the lithe body artfully arranged on his bed. “I guess you’ll have to stick around to help me with that, won’t you?” he drawled, starting to unbutton his shirt. Gerard was truly gorgeous, and the older man’s cock was so hard he felt like it would split the seams of said trousers.

  “You’ve got me until Sunday night. I’ve got to meet with a gallery manager at eight Monday morning.” Gerard greedily eyed every inch of skin as it was revealed. When Marcus’s hands got to his trousers, letting the weight of the belt drop them to the floor, he moaned softly, “Of course, it may take every minute until then.”

  Smiling lazily, Marcus stepped out of his trousers and crawled onto the bed, deliberately rubbing his hard on against Gerard’s hip. “You said earlier this would feel fuckin’ incredible in your ass,” he rasped. “I’m not so sure I want to bother with cherries. How about we skip straight to cream…”

  Gerard rolled away from the muscular body playfully. “Uh… uh… uh… I want my cherries and my cream,” he drawled, pushing Marcus flat on the bed and licking at the rose-colored nipples buried in the soft red-tinted golden hair.

  The older man groaned, his cock jumping as Gerard took control. “Whatever, baby, just don’t leave me like this,” he rasped, sinking his fingers into dark hair and stroking.

  “Oh, I don’t intend to,” Gerard hummed, buzzing his lips down the center of Marcus’s chest to the soft trail of hair disappearing under the band of his boxers. Shifting so that he was kneeling between Marcus’s legs, he nuzzled the obvious bulge, rubbing his cheeks against the soft silk of the older man’s boxers. “Nothing but the best for you,” he commented, licking at the dark, wet spot spreading on the silk and sucking at the head underneath through the cloth.

  Marcus’s eyes rolled back as he moaned long and deep, stretching as Gerard rubbed against him, teased him. “I like that idea,” he answered. “I think I must have hit the jackpot with you.”

  Gerard chuckled, his voice low and husky, “You have nooo idea.” Sliding his hand through the loose leg opening, he circled the hard shaft, lifting it so he could take more of the length into his mouth, still sucking through the silk, manipulating it with his tongue to increase Marcus’s sensation. “I could make you come like this,” he purred, rubbing his tongue in circles over the blunt tip. “But I’m afraid it would ruin your boxers.”

  Enjoying the sinful sensation of wet silk and Gerard’s tongue, Marcus growled quietly while shifting back and forth. “To hell with the damn boxers, I want your mouth,” he said.

  “Tsk… tsk… tsk… so impatient. You want my mouth, and I want my cherries.” Gerard swatted at Marcus’s ass playfully to get him to lift his hips so he could remove the boxers. Reaching for the bowl of cherries, he began paint Marcus’s cock with the sweet, red brandy sauce, arranging a row of cherries along the heavy vein up the underside. He licked his fingers clean, complaining when Marcus’s cock jumped and the older man undulated slowly under him as he watched the long, graceful fingers disappear between his pink lips. “Hold still. You are going to ruin my creation,” he chastised.

  “Hold still?” Marcus rasped. “You’ve got to be joking.” The older man’s head thudded back onto the soft coverlet. “Christ. I’m a dessert.”

  Gerard sat up, admiring his handy work. “Exactly,” he drawled, pleased with himself. Beginning with the lowest cherry, resting nestled on the soft skin of Marcus’s balls, he began to lick and nibble his way to the top of the long shaft, soft noises of appreciation and pleasure rumbling up from his throat as he went. When he reached the last cherry, propped enticingly in the depression just under the cap of Marcus’s cock head, he sucked at it with great relish, licking his lips and sucking Marcus’s cock deep into his throat.

  Marcus’s fingers were digging into the fabric beneath him as he struggled not to writhe uncontrollably under Gerard’s mouth. “Please tell me you’re ready for the cream.” His voice was a dark rumble, brimming with anticipation.

  “Oh yeah,” Gerard crooned, sucking at the hard cock ravenously. “Sweet Jesus,” Marcus groaned, his hips thrusting upward to encourage the sucking, and with a sharp inhalation, he shivered and climaxed, and the thick, white seed caught on Gerard’s cherrysweetened tongue.

  Gerard suckled and licked as his lover bucked, squirmed and trembled through a series of extreme
aftershocks. Gently laying the clean, sated cock back against Marcus’s belly, he grinned. “Cherries a la crème Marcus could easily become my favorite treat.”

  Opening heated eyes, the older man puckered his lips in thought. “I think I want some cherries now,” he purred, reaching for Gerard’s hand to pull him down on the bed.

  Lying on his back, one arm thrown seductively over his head, Gerard smiled. “Two desserts are always better than one.” Smiling, Marcus sat up and reached over the side of the bed to pick up the bowl. Turning back to Gerard, an evil glimmer sparkled in his eyes. “Turn over.”

  Gerard’s eyes widened at the predatory look in Marcus’s eyes. So far he’d been the aggressor, at least sexually, in their relationship. This new side to the laid-back businessman was a little bit more than just exciting. Keeping his eyes locked with Marcus’s, he turned over slowly, crossing his arms under his head and watching over his shoulder. “Now what would you like me to do?” he asked.

  Smile widening, Marcus stood at the foot of the broad bed. “Scoot up further, to the pillows,” he drawled. “And spread your gorgeous legs for me.”

  Gerard did as he was told, pulling a pillow under his chest and spreading his legs. “This the way you want me?” he asked, his eyes dancing with playful lust.

  “Lovely,” Marcus murmured, climbing to kneel between his lover’s knees. “Hold still, now,” he parroted, lifting a finger full of the sticky sauce and sliding it through the exposed crease of the younger man’s ass.

  Unable to help himself, Gerard squirmed at the touch. “You are going to be a good boy now and finish all your dessert, right?” Smearing more sauce over the rounded buttocks, Marcus made a sound of assent mixed with hunger. “Oh, baby, I’m going to lick the plate clean.” Setting the bowl aside, he leaned over to slide his tongue into the cleft coated with sweet.

  Gerard shivered as the blond’s rough tongue traveled over his ass. Spreading his legs wider and canting his hips back, he tried to lure the man’s tongue closer to where he really could feel it. He moaned wantonly as the tongue ghosted over his opening. He was going to be reduced to begging if Marcus didn’t give him what he wanted soon.

  Chuckling, Marcus moved away from the core of his tempting treat, laving along the smooth, broad muscles of his rear, cleaning them both thoroughly. All the while, he made deliberate, sensual moans of enjoyment. Every hair on Gerard’s body rose as Marcus’s tongue continued its torturous exploration. His nipples hardened until they were painfully peaked and sensitive. Closing his eyes, Gerard concentrated on the feel of his lover’s tongue, trying to relax. He shifted, and shifted again as his cock complained about being trapped against the bed. With a frustrated gasp, he lifted his hips off the bed and begged, “Fuck… please Marcus…”

  “Fuck, you say?” Marcus rasped. “Not just yet.” Then he lowered his head and dragged his tongue slowly into the sensitive crack, sucking the berries he’d placed there into his mouth, even pausing and sucking little patches of skin into his mouth as well.

  “I want your tongue, Marcus, please…” Gerard never begged. It was against his principles, but if Marcus didn’t touch him in a more substantial way soon, he was going to explode. It was like his control was nonexistent.

  Humming against the heated skin, Marcus continued to lick at the last of the sweetness before giving in and lapping at the spasming hole where he hoped to soon bury his aching cock. But not yet. After a few more licks, he drove his tongue as deep as he could reach into the tight entrance.

  Gerard cried out, hands twisting the delicate material of the duvet cover. “Oh fuck,” he panted, rubbing his swollen cock against the luxurious fabric as he pushed back insistently against Marcus’s face. “Oh, oh God, Marcus, so close, make me come. Make me come, and I’ll be your slut for the rest of the weekend. Want me to sit at your knee and suck your cock during the business meeting tomorrow? Anything, just please!” he wailed.

  Spurred by Gerard’s words, Marcus pressed as close as he could get, fucking the younger man with his tongue for all he was worth, burying it deep inside him and stroking the sides of the clenching passage. By the tone of his lover’s voice, it wouldn’t take much. And then Marcus would enjoy the results.

  The rapid slide of Marcus’s tongue combined with the friction from the silk duvet was driving Gerard crazy. He slipped his hand between his body and the bed, squeezing his balls and massaging the base of his cock. Turning his head in the opposite direction, he caught a glimpse of himself in the large gilded mirror over the bathroom vanity, tan skin against chocolate silk, Marcus’s golden head buried between his legs, his lover’s ass extended invitingly as he leaned over to pleasure him. That was all it took. His climax exploded from deep inside him, covering his fingers and the expensive bedding. Holding himself up and away from the mess, he worked his cock with his hand, whimpering and shaking.

  Lifting up to see Gerard getting himself off, Marcus growled and climbed off the bed. He pulled open the bedside table drawer and grabbed a plastic packet and a small bottle, stalking back to the bed. He made short work of the condom, his cock well aroused again, and slicked himself up. He reached forward to slide his hand along Gerard’s ass and pressed his thumb into the pucker. “I’m going to fuck you into the mattress,” he growled.

  Rolling onto his back, Gerard let his legs fall apart in invitation. “Fine with me, but I want to watch in the mirror.” “Look at you,” Marcus growled. “Spread out before me, lying in your own come. Such a slut, at least for me.” He slid his hand between Gerard’s legs and prodded again at the hole hidden there. “Will you let me sink into you, my pretty?” he rasped, pressing a finger past the tight muscle that clenched about his knuckle with a pop. “Sink into you and fuck you ’til you scream for more?” He scooted up against Gerard’s propped-up knee, rutting slowly against it, letting the darkhaired man feel how hard he was.

  Gerard gasped as Marcus’s finger penetrated his body. Opening himself even wider, he planted his feet firmly on the bed and pushed up into the invasion. “Fuck yeah, make me scream.”

  Marcus quickly added another finger, pushing in and out of the slick hole. He held close to Gerard’s leg, still stimulating himself. “How do you want it, baby? What can you take?”

  “Anything you can dish out.” Gerard held Marcus’s steady green gaze. “Unless you’re backing out on me,” he taunted. The older man surged forward, lifting Gerard’s hips and lining himself up, just barely breaching his body, and then with a passion-filled glance up to dark brown eyes, Marcus thrust forward hard, sinking himself as deep as he could get.

  Gerard gasped as Marcus’s cock filled his body. “Holy fuck! You’re fuckin’ huge!” Rocking in small pulses against Marcus, he reached up and stroked the strong chest. “Move for me. Make me scream.”

  “Hold on tight,” Marcus growled, shifting his arms to under Gerard’s knees, and he began sliding in firmly and dragging out slowly, drawing out his pleasure, occasionally thrusting in hard with a grunt and a soft groan upon withdrawing. “You’re like hot satin,” he said. “Hot, wet, silky, grasping satin all wrapped around me.”

  Lifting his legs to Marcus’s shoulders, the younger man met every thrust, his cock hard and heavy against his stomach. “You want to watch me touch myself?”

  A hungry growl expanded from the older man’s chest. “Yeah, stroke that cock,” Marcus taunted as he settled into a faster, thrusting rhythm that he could easily maintain to keep their bodies bumping solidly. “Let me see you work yourself, show me how you like it.”

  Gerard’s head fell to the side watching their reflection in the mirror. His hand splayed across his hip, fingers stroking the smooth skin, tunneling into the dark curls. He pulled at the sensitive skin of his balls, gasping as Marcus hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Oh yeah, right there,” he sighed, hand circling his shaft.

  Shifting to accommodate, the older man kept his hips moving, slowly building in impact. The sound of warm, damp flesh slapping echoed in the room.
“Is this what you like? What you live for? Someone to fuck you to orgasm after orgasm?” Marcus questioned breathlessly. “You’re made for this,” he hissed as he added a sharp, hard push for good measure. “Made for taking my cock.”

  “Perfect fit,” Gerard agreed breathlessly. “Harder! Make me come.” His hand moved faster, fisting his cock, his wrist twisting at the top to sweep over the tip.

  “Tell me when I hit the right spot, pretty. Scream for me,” Marcus purred, thrusting harder, searching for just the right angle to drive his new lover wild. “I want to hear it and know it’s all for me.”

  Gerard shifted slightly encouraging the position he wanted. With Marcus’s next thrust, he saw stars and found himself pinching the base of his cock to slow down his climax. Marcus felt so fucking good inside him, he wanted it to last. “Oh, God, more right there – ahhhhhh!” Every strike caused an exclamation that degenerated rapidly into incoherent cries. “Now, Marcus,” he screamed. “So close.”

  Marcus’s laughter was low and evil. “C’mon, pretty, thought you wanted to come?” he teased, thrusting mercilessly right at that spot. “I can see you jerk every time I hit your sweet spot. I can see your cock swell. You want to come for me, don’t you? Let me see that cream again, and I’ll lick it up this time.”

  Every word out of Marcus’s mouth was like a physical touch. Gerard’s body tensed and started to tremble. “Yes, yes! I’m coming! God, your great big fucking cock is making me come so hard!” He let go of his cock completely, letting Marcus’s almost brutal thrusts push him over the edge. Just like Marcus wanted, he screamed as he came – screamed Marcus’s name. Moaning in appreciation at the vision presented him, Gerard’s head thrown back, his face contorted in climax, shrieking Marcus’s name, it made Marcus feel damn powerful. He kept up his movements through his lover’s orgasm, deliberately extending it, wanting to make his own personal slut absolutely insane. He could feel the beginnings of his own climax prickling in his balls, especially with Gerard clenching around him so tightly, and thrusting into that slick, hot hole was heaven in itself.