Equation for Love by Sutherland, Fae (13 ebook reader TXT) 📗

that. Some part of him tried to remind himself he was paying the man a good sum of money to appear interested, but that part got fainter and fainter. He was beginning not to care how Liamhad gotten into his bed, and was just very glad he was. He'd worry about semantics later, when he was alone again.

Liam knelt up then, hands reaching for his own jeans. "Request approved, professor."

Skye didn't even have a chance to be embarrassed that, with Liam now kneeling, he was more exposed himself. He was too busy caring about the fact those jeans were comingoff.

He watched, lifting up onto his elbows as Liam pushed the jeans down and off, then held his breath as the other manreached for his underwear.

"Wait."

Liam stilled, hazel eyes narrowing slightly. Skye knelt as well.

"CanI?"

Liamgroaned, thennodded. "Yeah..."

Skye licked his lips, gaze dropping to really look at Liam for the first time--there. He wore a pair of vivid blue boxer briefs, and theywere ridiculouslysmall. Low on his hips, ending just at the tops of his strong thighs-and barely concealed by the bright fabric was the hard lengthofLiam's cock. Thick and twitchingunder Skye's gaze, it made Skye want to taste. Like when he'd had the urge to taste Liam's skin, except stronger.

And maybe it wasn't on the lesson plan, but he couldn't help himself. He bent and pressed a soft, openmouthed kiss to the shaft through the fabric of the underwear.

"Damn."Liamgroaned, one hand slidinginto Skye's

hair.Lindy had told himonce she hated it when guys got

grabbywithher hair, but he had to say...he didn't agree. The weight of Liam's hand on his head was sexy, long fingers tangled inhis hair.

Skye straightened back up, fingers slipping inside the boxer briefs along the sides and met Liam's eyes as he pushed the underwear down to bunch around the other man's thighs. Liam finished the job, which was good because Skye was busystaringat his veryfirst, up close and personalcock.

Damn, indeed.

* * * *

If Skye kept staring at him like that, Liam just wasn't going to be responsible for his own actions. He reached out and curled one hand at Skye's nape, tugging himin for a kiss. He knew Skye was supposed to be the one in charge, but Liamwas the one doing the teaching, so he figured he was allowed to push things forward. Because he had a feeling if he let him, Skye would kneel there all day cataloguing every detail of Liam's cock inhis mentalnotebook.

Liam would prefer Skye memorize his body in a muchmore pleasurable way.

He slid his arms around Skye and drew him close again, one hand sliding down to cup the other man's ass. It was a sweet ass, too. "Didn't your momma ever teach you not to stare?" he teased, tumbling Skye back onto the bed and kicking the rest of the way out of his underwear.

Skye lifted his brows, breath quickening as Liam shifted a knee between his thighs. "I do not think my mother would approve of this night in its entirety, actually."

Liamsnorted. "True. Wellhere's lessonnumber six

-don't waste time staring when you could be touching instead." To demonstrate his point, he gave Skye a flashing grin and then slid down his body to bite his nipple.

Skye arched, eyes widening. "That's...that's not exactlytouching. That's biting..."

Liam chuckled and did it again. "Complaining, professor?"

Skye shook his head. "No. Just pointingout..."

Liam cut him off with one hand over his mouth. "Don't point out. Just feel. Lesson number seven--don't correct your partner during sex, unless it's to tell him you don't like what he is doing. Feel free to spend all kinds of time telling me what you do like, though. Did you like that?" Liam knew Skye had; his nipple was hard and flushed a deep, dusky pink. Just like his cheeks.

Skye nodded.

Liam smiled and removed his hand. "Good. Then forget semantics and just pay attention to how it feels right now. Feels good." It was one of the things he loved best about his job. Who else could say that every single minute they spent working they were bringing other people pleasure? Fulfilling fantasies? Giving them a memory they'd maybe pull out later and relive when theyneeded to feelbeautifulor sexyor desired? Maybe it was just sex to some people, and with some clients, that's all it was. But not always. Sometimes, like now, it was more.

Liam wanted to make sure Skye got what he was after. While he may not think there was any right or wrong way to be gay, as Skye put it, this was one area where it appeared Liam knew more than Skye. Because Liam knew this wasn't about "being gay" or learning how to be. Skye was gay; he didn't need to be taught that. What he needed to be taught was selfconfidence. That he was sexy and desirable and didn't have anything to be worried about the first time he saw someone he wanted.

"Tell me what you fantasize about, Skye." Liam nuzzled the other man's stomach, the skin smooth and warm, with a faint line of dark hair frombelly button to groinsegmentingthe pale, flat plane ofhis belly.

Skye lifted his brows, pushingup onto his elbows to look down at Liam. "Um...this? I mean, well, the last few weeks anyway. Ever since I decided I was goingto do this--hire an escort. I've been thinking about it a lot, includingwhenI masturbate."

Liamgrinned. He was endearinglyblunt. "What part did you fantasize about? Just having sex or something in particular? Everyone has desires, ones they hesitate to explore. Tellme yours."

Skye blinked. "I think perhaps we should just stick to...to this. This is fine. Better thanfine."

Ahhh. So there was something. Liam tucked the information away in his own mental filing cabinet. For now, he'd