Free Burden by Annmarie McKenna Page B

nipped the stretch of skin between Brennan’s ear and shoulder. He plucked at his hardened nipples. He settled his cock between cheeks that tightened around his length.
    Keegan groaned. It would be so easy to guide himself to the entrance he knew would be tight from being unused and press inside. He also knew it would likely hurt like hell if he didn’t do as he promised and stretch Brennan first. Keegan laid his forehead against the back of Brennan’s head, loving the warmth of the water cascading down his back and the warmth of Brennan on his front.
    “I can’t wait to get inside you.” Keegan left a nipple to trail his fingertips down Brennan’s belly to his waiting erection.
    Damn it. He’d forgotten lube. He searched the shower for an option when he spied exactly what he wanted hidden behind the shampoo. The bottle hit the floor when he dug behind it and pulled out a small tube of K-Y.
    “Well, well. What have we got here?” He flipped the top open as Brennan looked at him over his shoulder.
    “What?” The second his gaze landed on the K-Y, his face tinged red. But then he sobered and his eyes narrowed. “I said I hadn’t been with anyone for a while, not that I was stupid.”
    “Good. I’d hate to think you haven’t come in over a year.” Still not relinquishing his grip on Brennan’s length, he squeezed a generous glob onto Brennan’s neck.
    “Gonna play for a bit, babe. You ready?”
    Brennan nodded. “God, yes.”
    “Do not come until I tell you.”
    “Are you fucking kidding? I’m ready to blow right now.”
    “Don’t care,” Keegan murmured, abandoning Brennan’s cock to take careful hold of the other man’s balls instead. He tortured them, rolling them gently in his fingers. Brennan dropped his head to rest on the wall, a pained grumble issuing from his mouth. His hands fisted above his head.
    “That’s a good place for your hands. Leave them.” Keegan slid the fingers of his free hand through the lube, making sure he was good and slick, and with his foot nudged Brennan’s legs farther apart. Only when the man was spread-eagle did he place the pad of his middle finger on Brennan’s hole.
    “Fuck. There’s no way.” Brennan gasped, squirming beneath the dual onslaught of his balls being fondled and his rim being breached.
    “Find a way, Bren. Think about something else. But do. Not. Come.”
    “How the fuck am I supposed to do that?”
    “Don’t care.” Keegan licked the shell of Brennan’s ear. “Think about your aunt.”
    “Fucker.”
    Keegan slipped the tip of his finger inside Brennan, who hissed and lifted up on his toes. Keegan chuckled. “You’re easy.”
    “I told you it’s been a long time.”
    Keegan simply pulled out and pushed back in.
    “More.” Brennan lowered himself, following Keegan’s finger, angling for better penetration.
    “Relax.”
    “You relax.”
    Keegan released him altogether and stepped back.
    Brennan whimpered. “Asshole.”
    Keegan crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “I’m not some fucking fragile flower, Keegan. I won’t break.”
    And this was how Keegan thought the real Brennan had been. A take-no-bullshit-from-anyone type of guy. Not the shy, lost man he’d been so far.
    “Yes, sir.” Keegan smiled and returned to Brennan. “You may not break, but you still better not come.” He bit down on Brennan’s earlobe to punctuate his threat.
    “I can’t promise shit. It’s been too damn long for me.”
    “Fair enough.” Keegan stroked Brennan’s length once before settling his fingers in a tight ring around the base.
    This time, instead of one finger, Keegan swiped two through the lube and put them against Brennan’s hole. If the man wanted more, he’d give him more. He eased both past the tight ring of muscles. Brennan bore down on him, taking him and begging him for more without words.
    Keegan worked him with those two digits, shallow at first, then deeper and deeper, scissoring his