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  Daniel’s Surrender

  Sierra & VJ Summers

  Daniel Ellis works hard and plays harder—and he’s not picky about his playmates. That is until his best friend’s “baby brother” Matthew catches his eye. Matthew’s drawn to Daniel like a moth to a flame—but Daniel’s push-me-pull-you game is making him nuts. To complicate things even more, the lovely Shannon Whitney has attracted them both, and she seems more than happy to share.

  Corporate emergencies, family drama and a near fatal encounter with a drunk driver conspire to strip the three lovers bare, revealing their deepest fears and emotional wounds. It’s only with Matthew’s persistence, Shannon’s heart and Daniel’s surrender that the three can become whole.

  Daniel’s Surrender

  Sierra & VJ Summers

  Chapter One

  Matthew Worthington was bored. Idly sipping the glass of flat champagne he’d snagged from a passing server, he surveyed the red-carpet throng of local celebrities and hometown aristocracy and wondered how soon he could leave.

  While the camera was rolling, Matt forced a smile for a local news anchor and managed to chat pleasantly about the auto show at which he was currently imprisoned, the family business and his admittedly hectic social life. When she’d moved on, he found himself once again leaning against a display wall and wondering when everything had become so damn empty.

  Matthew scanned the crowd, his gaze stopping briefly on his sister. Meredith wore a demure gray gown that made her eyes look even more silver than usual. The Worthington eyes. As silvery and cold as their father’s had been. Marcus and Meredith had both inherited the Worthington good looks—cool and elegant, all pale skin, black hair and those damn silver eyes.

  Matthew, the youngest of the Worthingtons, was the odd one out. His own eyes, a mixture of blue and green and gray, complemented his perpetually tanned skin, and his hair was a stick-straight fall of auburn so dark it appeared black in all but the brightest light.

  Catching his sister’s eye, he briefly raised a toast, sending her a naughty grin when she narrowed her eyes at his nearly empty glass. Poor Meri. She was a joy to tease—she got so wound up—but sometimes he worried that if something didn’t give, she was going to snap.

  As his gaze continued to wander, he spied Daniel Ellis, his brother’s best friend. Of course, Daniel was more than just a friend and business partner; he was Marcus’ preferred third in his sexual adventures.

  As he watched Daniel working the room—or more accurately, working a brunette model in a slinky red dress—he felt an odd frisson of interest. Nabbing a fresh glass of champagne, Matthew considered the lick of excitement causing his dick to stir beneath his tuxedo pants. Finally he decided it must be the girl. Except for one awkward night in college, he’d never been turned-on by another man, so despite Daniel’s Hollywood-like beauty and what Matthew knew about some of his more exotic tastes, he couldn’t quite wrap his head around the idea that his brother’s best friend was making him hard.

  When Daniel led the little model behind a wall divider, Matthew couldn’t resist following. By the time he’d navigated the room, he’d downed another glass of champagne and Daniel had pressed his little distraction up against a false wall.

  Matthew watched, almost dizzy from the champagne, or maybe from the blood that was swiftly rushing away from his big head to fill his little head, as Daniel slid one large, tanned hand under the girl’s skirt. That hand mesmerized Matthew. Wide, long-fingered. As he watched it stroke up her toned, silky thigh, he found himself imagining how it would feel stroking the length of his own thigh, pausing to cup his testicles before moving on to pull along his raging dick.

  Daniel was moving quicker now, snapping a condom into place before spearing the gasping little brunette to the wall. Matthew caught a glimpse of hard, ruddy cock, and absently pushed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, suddenly rabidly curious about how the thick shaft would feel on his tongue. Before his eyes, long red nails hooked into Daniel’s tight, round ass. Matthew absently noted it was nearly as tan as the rest of his body.

  He shook his head, trying to clear the champagne fumes. He was no sexual novice, and he could certainly appreciate the beauty of the human body, both female and male, but he’d never considered himself anything but heterosexual. This unexpected attraction to Daniel must have been caused by the wine and ennui. He couldn’t imagine it was anything more than that.

  The woman was panting, approaching her peak, and he watched Daniel place one palm over her mouth, stifling her cries as she came. With a final, ramming thrust, Daniel came with a low growl. Tossing his golden hair out of his eyes, he withdrew from her body and absently offered the girl his handkerchief before stripping off the condom and tossing it into a convenient trashcan.

  As she finished cleaning herself up, the little model looked over and suddenly met Matthew’s gaze.

  “Oopsie, baby. I think we have an audience.” She had a little Betty-Boop-ish voice that seemed to fit her big boobs and even bigger hair perfectly.

  Daniel turned, but slowly. He didn’t bother to do up his fly as he looked at Matthew, only raised a sardonic brow as he noted the bulge tenting the front of Matthew’s pants.

  “Matty.” Matthew suppressed a wince at his brother’s childhood nickname for him. “I thought you must be here somewhere tonight.” His voice was velvety smooth and perfect, like the rest of him. “You look…uncomfortable.” His blue eyes flicked over Matthew’s obvious erection. “I’m sure Torrie could be persuaded to help you out with that.”

  Indeed, Torrie did look more than willing, but she didn’t have what Matthew suddenly desperately craved.

  Meeting those hot blue eyes square on, he replied, “I don’t think Torrie is the one to help me out with this.” Seeing Daniel’s surprised comprehension, he decided to go for broke. “I’m sure by now her employers are looking for her anyway. Why don’t we let her go back to work? I’m sure if we think hard enough, between the two of us we can come up with some way to make me…comfortable.”

  Those movie-star-blue eyes flashed from surprise to speculation, and finally almost unwillingly to interest as they dropped from Matthew’s eyes to his mouth, and then cruised his body.

  “All right.” His voice held all the speculation filling his eyes. Dropping an absent kiss on the model’s cheek, he murmured, “Thanks for the personal tour, darling,” and sent her on her way.

  Once she’d gone, Daniel turned his attention to Matthew, watching him with narrowed eyes. “So, Matty, what exactly do you think we should do to see about your comfort?”

  Matthew knew Daniel used the hated nickname to put him in his place, to discourage him from continuing this odd flirtation. For a moment all the sex and anticipation filling the air seemed to retreat and it was just them, Matt and Dan, and their years of history.

  Laughing a bit, he finally answered, “I have no idea.” At Daniel’s sound of disbelief he tried again. “Well, I have several ideas, but no idea where to start.” His humor seemed to break some of the tension, and he met Daniel’s ironic smile with his own. “So, should I just dive in then?”

  Daniel lifted both hands in a gesture that clearly invited him to help himself. Matthew grinned, thinking the sight of Daniel there, pants loose around his hips, formal white shirt un-tucked and framing his full but not fully erect cock should be comical, but somehow it wasn’t. Rubbing an absent hand along the throbbing length of his own dick, Matthew contemplated how best to begin.

  Finally, he decided to do what would feel good to him, and moved closer to take Daniel’s semi-erect cock into his hand. It gave a gratifying jump and hardened a bit at his touch, which encouraged him to continue.

  The skin was silky soft and wet from his c
limax. Using Daniel’s own ejaculate as lube, Matthew slowly ran his hand up the length of the stirring cock before sliding down to delve into his tuxedo pants and cup his balls.

  Amazingly, every stroke he gave Daniel’s cock, he felt in his own throbbing flesh. It was as if they were connected somehow, each sensation rippling through Daniel echoing in Matthew’s own flesh. Totally caught in the moment, Matthew moved closer so he could feel Daniel’s heat through too many layers of clothing. When he was close enough, Matthew laid his forehead on Daniel’s shoulder, resting there as he watched his hand on the man’s cock, coaxing it back to erection.

  Slowly Daniel’s hands, which had been held out to his sides in ironic invitation, drifted down. One large hand cupped over Matthew’s on his cock, tightening his hold, the other stroked through the length of Matthew’s hair before exerting a slight downward pressure.

  When Matthew raised questioning eyes to meet Daniel’s, he was surprised at the turbulence he found there. The pressure Daniel exerted on his shoulder was subtle, but the meaning was unmistakable. Somehow, Daniel’s obvious discomfort with the situation, his seemingly unwilling arousal, excited Matthew even more, and he gave a brilliant smile before sliding to his knees at Daniel’s feet.

  “Do you know what you’re doing?” Daniel’s voice, always compelling, now contained an intriguing hint of gravel. Matthew pressed his forehead against his rock-hard abs and nodded.

  “Are you sure?” Daniel tangled his hand in Matthew’s long hair, forcing his head back so their gazes met. Matthew experienced a rush of amused exasperation. His mouth was watering, and Daniel Fucks-Anything-With-a-Pulse Ellis was suddenly having qualms?

  “I know who you are, Dan. I know what you want.” He brushed his nose along the length of Daniel’s now fully erect cock. “And, believe it or not, I know what I want too.” Matthew leaned down and engulfed the plum-shaped head of Daniel’s arousal in his mouth. When Daniel’s hips jerked, Matthew grinned around the knob of flesh, smugly satisfied at the reaction.

  Matthew gave a slow, experimental suck, exploring the different tastes and textures. The flesh was slick and smooth, flavored with a bitter-salt musk that teased Matthew’s senses. Daniel’s hand clenched in his hair and Matthew pulled back, looking up to meet stormy blue eyes. Daniel tipped his head back, shutting his eyes almost as if he couldn’t bear to meet Matthew’s gaze, and pushed his mouth back toward his cock.

  Matthew had never sucked cock before, but he’d been on the receiving end enough times to know what felt good to him. Now he took all those memories and poured them into devouring Daniel’s pounding flesh. He licked up and down the length, as if enjoying a giant ice-cream cone, before flickering his tongue at the base, just tickling Daniel’s balls. Ignoring the light pressure of Daniel’s hand on his head, he continued his torture, scooping Daniel’s testicles into one hand while lifting his cock out of the way with the other.

  He glanced up to see Daniel’s eyes still closed, his face taut with control. Matthew couldn’t remember the last time he’d found sex so damn delightful. Daniel’s reluctant surrender, his salty flavor and clenching muscles spurred him on. Slowly, agonizingly, he teased one of the sacs with his tongue. The soft, crinkly skin was damp with sweat and Daniel’s previous ejaculation, and moved freely over the hard sphere inside. Daniel’s hand became a claw in Matthew’s hair as he licked at his testicles before sucking one entirely into his mouth. Daniel’s low grunt of arousal and the pronounced jerk of his hips fanned the fire in Matthew’s own balls even higher.

  “Enough.” Daniel’s dark-velvet voice was almost unrecognizable. “Fucking suck my cock, Matty.” Somehow this time the old nickname didn’t rankle. Maybe it was the way Daniel’s eyes were tightly closed. Maybe it was the brief spurt of fluid glazing the head of his cock. Maybe it was Matthew’s own desire. At any rate, all at once sucking Daniel’s cock was all he wanted to do.

  Daniel’s hands cupped his face, hard but not rough. A businessman’s hands. Firmly, he guided Matthew’s mouth to the head of his erection, accepting no resistance as he slid deeply between his lips. Matthew loved it. He loved the taste, the smell, the way Daniel stripped control from him, taking over completely. Matthew sucked hard, wrapping one hand around the base of Daniel’s cock to begin a quick screwing motion, while the other dropped to his own neglected dick.

  “No.” Daniel very emphatically moved Matthew’s hand from himself. “Suck my dick well enough and I’ll let you come when I’m finished.” The dominance in his voice and hands shot Matthew’s dick even harder. He began a bobbing motion, ending with a deep slurp at the tip, and soon had Daniel’s hips jerking convulsively in response.

  “I’m going to come,” Daniel gritted out, “and you are going to suck every drop down.” Matthew sucked harder, feeling his own buttocks clench as his hips moved in time with his suction.

  Matthew sucked, and Daniel buried himself to the balls in his eager mouth. His eyes watered at the intrusion, and that just added to his excitement. When Daniel’s cock began heatedly spurting, Matthew expected to be disgusted, or at least disconcerted, but instead found himself savoring every drop. More, he reveled in Daniel’s low sound of pleasure and the almost painful grip of his hand in his long hair.

  Finally Daniel guided Matthew’s mouth off his still-flushed cock, reaching down to smear a trace of cum across swollen lips.

  “You did very well.” Matthew was absurdly pleased at the praise. “What shall I do for your reward?” Daniel still wasn’t meeting his gaze but his voice was full of lazy amusement.

  “Make me come.” Matthew didn’t even have to think about that one.

  “How?” Daniel’s hand was now combing through the silk of Matthew’s hair, petting him absently in a way that did nothing at all to calm the fire in his balls.

  “I don’t care how. Just make me come.”

  “But there are so many ways.” Daniel guided Matthew to his feet and stroked one hand down the center of his body. “I could dry hump you through your pants.” He suited actions to words and Matthew jerked against him.

  “I could take you out and rub you raw.” Again he followed his own narration, slipping the fly of Matthew’s slacks open before pushing them down so they hung loose around his thighs. Daniel stroked Matthew’s cock like a whisper, and Matthew hissed at the feel of bare skin to bare skin. “I could lick you.” Daniel finally met his gaze for a brief second. What he saw there seemed to satisfy him, as he slowly dropped to his knees and ran his tongue along Matthew’s straining dick.

  “Is this enough? Will this get you off?” Daniel’s words buzzed against Matthew’s flesh, and Matthew couldn’t suppress a grunt of arousal.

  “Yeah, like that. Make me come.” His words were deep and dark, like the space between the two of them.

  “But there’s more I can do.” Daniel lapped at the head of Matthew’s cock, tracing the sensitive rim with a stiffened tongue. “Look at me.” His voice brooked no argument.

  Very slowly, very deliberately, Daniel sucked his middle finger into his mouth. Matthew groaned at the sight of those chiseled lips closing over the thick digit. When he slowly slid it out, it glistened with moisture.

  He should have known what was coming, but somehow was still surprised when Daniel quickly engulfed his dick in one smooth movement, and then burrowed under Matthew’s dress pants to press that slick finger against his anus.

  He clenched reflexively, and Daniel pulled off long enough to murmur, “You’ll have to relax and let me in, Matty, if you want to come.” With Daniel sucking relentlessly on just the head of his dick, Matthew gradually forced his ass to unclench, and was rewarded when Daniel’s long finger began working its way into his tight asshole.

  Matthew wasn’t a stranger to anal play. He’d had women tease his ass in the heat of passion, and had loved it. He’d even let one adventurous lover slide a slim vibrator up his ass and it had all but sent him through the ceiling. But nothing had ever felt like Daniel’s finger. Unlike Matthew�
��s female lovers, Daniel knew just where to press, just how to manipulate Matt’s resistant sheath for maximum pleasure.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Between the wet heat of Daniel’s mouth on his dick and the irresistible thrust of his finger in his ass, Matthew knew his orgasm was imminent. Daniel seemed to know too. He reached up with his free hand and plucked the handkerchief from Matthew’s tuxedo pocket.

  Matthew’s head snapped back as his hips slammed forward. Never removing his probing finger, Daniel released Matthew’s dick with a wet pop, quickly covering it with the stolen handkerchief. With a raw sound of pleasure, Matthew exploded. He could feel every contraction in his balls, in his ass, clamping against Daniel’s finger as Daniel caught his cum in his own damn hanky.

  When the convulsions eased, Daniel drew his finger out, provoking a last shudder. Then he set about straightening his clothing as if nothing had happened. When he realized Matthew was still standing there, breath unsteady and pants unzipped, he patted his cheek.

  “Zip up, Matty. The night’s not over. There’s still networking to be done.”

  Once both men were decent—or, in Daniel’s case, perfect—they emerged into the glittering throng of charity-night attendees. Daniel nabbed two champagne flutes from a passing waiter. Handing one to Matthew, he raised his own in salute before draining it and decisively walking away.

  * * * * *

  Monday afternoon found Matthew making one of his rare visits to the Worthington Group’s corporate offices. Marcus and Meredith generally held down the fort, depending on Matthew to work on public relations and community outreach.

  He was sitting on the edge of Carrie’s desk, enjoying a harmless flirtation with Marcus’ executive assistant, when Daniel strode into the office. Matthew couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as Daniel shot Carrie a warm and wicked smile before turning a noticeably cooler one on Matthew.

  “So.” Matthew was torn between amusement and irritation. From the look on his face, Daniel seemed the tiniest bit apprehensive about what he was going to say. “What brings you to our fine establishment today?” His back was to Carrie, and he rolled his eyes when Daniel visibly relaxed.