Feel Me

old you to be patient. I don't care w

had thought at first that he hallucinated her voice; but there she sto

ore stopped modestly above her knees displaying those dark toned shap

at-shaped eyes; her thick spongy hair which was swept to the

purposefully ignored him at Rahvel's engagement and also avoided his

fore she'd disappeared on him. Again. She didn't see him as he appro

e reached over and

?" she snapped wi

to meet him. "Is there a problem?" she asked with veiled irritation, impatience pain

mber me?" he as

pened. "Am I

Martin." H

ave him a

ou catered. We ta

es for different occasions. I'm

. "Are you s

very fact that I don't remember you mean

pretending? He tried another angle. "I was the man who h

d along with recognition on her face. "Oh

from that at least. "No. I wasn't ab

.yes, after she caught you

ed. "I'm not

N

h a smile on his lips

pains to see her when she thought nothing of him. He was

ing yours

didn

eyes. "Would you care to stay for a chat? I was ove

and shook her head, "No. I can't. I'm due for work in 10 minutes."

istance when she felt a firm grip on her arm, stopp

, Lyd

she had never in anyway told him – le

owled. "K

lking me!?" she cried in su

No. Bre

. That pig shit has no right to

g shit and all." Martin said ruef

ed. She stormed away from Martin, vowing t

gain?" Martin sh

mently, disappearing into the crowd, enteri

eeded a break and a nice nap to off load some of his tension. He had stared at printed papers

se my name to a total stranger, Brennan?" Lydia's

isturbance?" he asked mildly, ignoring the

snapped, slamming the door of his office, storming

ubsidized. "Are you done venting your anger like a mad woman? If you are, do have a seat and let's ta

too

clue about what you are co

k for on a Sunday. You gave h

ased. "Martin? Yes

ld you d

. "It's just a name, Lydia. And besides I sent him the

t my name. "Sneaky little bast

warned Martin that this would happen.

that the disclosure of her name to Martin wasn't enough rea

sing him to flinch visibly. His jaw tig

ich made his body taut and frow

r that's all." He whis

le nearby and filled it with cold water f

k you." He whispered and took greedy gulps; th

and have a good rest. Every time you're working.

eed that. "I wanted to do so before yo

ttered contritely. Lydia tended to forget h

nced. "It happens

e door and opened

watching Lydia close the door quietly after her. H

Mr.

clear the rest of my schedu

away,

ton then buried his head

Lia called to him on his way to the kitchen. Inwardly

k the elevator, passing through the numerous halls until he l

re knocking softly on the heavy door. Bre

e with an arm thrown over his eyes. About two or three buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned exposing

ou." Brennan ordered softly, not

Brennan's silence was truly unnerving especially in this scenario. He

st time when Lydia accidentally caught t

ing his voice. Toran lifted his eyes and saw that Brennan had lifted

and stopped withi

atching him with piercing dark green eyes sile

er with his fingers. Closer. Closer. Until he stood in front of him. He

n the desk, then made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, "I need you to do

the front pockets of his black apron. No

ching him blankly. Not a smile, not a fro

was Toran's touch he craved. "It hurts, Toran." He stated sof

was all he could do not to pluck them out

rs in the bathroom for the bottle of lavender oil and a small towel which he used as a compress before placing it back

pulling the leather chair to give him room for m

te shirt, folding it neatly on the de

ist clad in soft black cotton slacks, then to the heavy ink-work which he knew covered the entire left

ts at the back of his neck and began a light but firm massage. He felt those artful, skillful f

ting of his muscles and the feel of Toran's hands on his body. The sensati

aused mid-way.

ease, c

. Imagining scenarios that had the unsuspecting Toran know

rything aside – including the stubborn weight curre

Proceed to the second

oran said

lder, "The cold compress you

rig

d on his neck like a stole, then moved back to the couch he previously occupied w

ce, in front of him, Brennan didn't

your head."

erest, only to be blinded by a frigid towel over his eyes; the soothing frig

he soft leather couch. Using a safety pin, he secured the towel in plac

mbarrassment, that he had unintentionally

ut Brennan's hands clampe

ta

fully on his lap. He felt the hot weight straining behind the expensive black

ng his thighs with his heart threatening to explode. So e

ad dropped over the edge, the small cubes of ice slowly melting awa

themselves, Toran's eyes kept darting t

long masculine fingers reaching behind the dark blonde

inally, he succeeded in removing the cloth, dropping it in

y in front of him, his silence mad

to be of assistance." He made to climb off once more and Brenn

e you permiss

umbled in apology, dutifu

-cube and swallowed, watching Toran quietly with calm, cold intent. "You

r the heavy forearm, exposing the ink art there – there d

my jurisdi

attention on rolling the sleeve of his shirt over

not pr

with a slight frown. "Yet you're

me, Bre –, sir." At Brennan's stare, he swall

ng Toran's nape, he slammed their lips together; tasting the surprise a

released him immediately, reclining deeply into the sofa. Snatching another cube from the small

nan's body tighten with lust. He brutally clamped down the surge of

ening neck coated with a fine sheen of perspiration, "From now you will address me properly. Do you

." Toran

oo

ith his tie, the slow melting ice between his lips slid against Tor

what Brennan would do to him. He felt hard hands move to his

e simultaneous strokes of their tongues. Brennan released the apron from his waist and flu

from the brutality of his kiss and arched a brow, his green eye

n skin underneath, searching and groping. His fingers grazed against the hard bud of his nipple and p

bs, sucking languidly at the hard dis

ped his lips as Brennan released his straining cock from his trousers, the dark head slick with the glistening clear

hing more of the nectar spill forth at his words. He grabbed the dark head with

an't help it." Toran

r, exposing the smooth expanse of ci

confused. "

s, "Don't let a single line be out of place." He whispered, engulfing th

wet head between his enclosed palm with a certain heat; his muffled cries rang out bet

are you

with a slight dazed frown, co

e." He r

highs to steady himself. Sensations raced and bombarded his body, sizzling his nerves. Swe

sight the boy made, and wanted nothing more than to bu

he last time they had been careless,

le, then leaned for a well-deserved suck; biting and licking har

s body off the cliff of ecstasy into the cold river of reality. His head fell

ng from the impact of his orgasm as heated pan

the before forcing Toran to

eleased the thick heavy shaft with a silky bulbous dark rose tip, thick ve

ips, and pushed into the warm softness of his mouth. The heat and the r

ccommodate his grit and breathed roughly, watching the tip disappea

uth, tried to take him as deep as he cou

– savored even – the minute spurts of pre-cum mixing with his saliva, currently dribbl

hands gripped his hair and pinned him in place, leav

h deeper his throat. He glanced up with eyes bleary from tear

with one last agonizing thrust, Brennan exploded, filling his mouth with the richness of his release; pulsing at intervals

ing cock heavily drenched with slickness into his slacks then disappeared into the connecting bathroom

ed on the stuffed sofa, still kneeling with both hands tied behind him then moved to untie

e shirt in there for you as well." Brennan said, m

brutally fucked his throat a few minutes ago. Not his lo

baggy, he hid it with his apron. His gaze snapped to Brennan a

" Brennan murmured curtly, flipping through