A Place for Cliff by Talon p.s. Read Free Book Online Page B

stay and spend time with Cliff.” Her tired expression held a mild hint that she knew fairly well what was developing between her brother and the older man, even if they hadn’t even dared a single touch between them in front of her.
    Cliff immediately blushed, and diverted his eyes, aware her invitation had openly placed them both on the spot.
    Pyotr only grinned, “I’d love to.”
    Cliff’s blush deepened to a darker red; well, okay, so only he was on the spot.
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    CHAPTER THREE
     
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    Pyotr followed Cliff down the stairs into the basement that made up his room.  They’d crossed half way when Cliff stopped and turned to say something but froze, coming face to face with the lusty expression on the older man’s face. Whatever thought process might have been intended was gone. He swallowed nervously and his mouth went dry. He didn’t move, didn’t know how to move or what to say, if anything. He could only hope that Pyotr was planning on taking over from here, and real soon, because he couldn’t muster up a single brain cell toward initiating anything.
    Pyotr stood tall and still before Cliff, an almost unreadable expression on his face. Almost, because Cliff could still see a deep wanting in there staring right through him. And then Pyotr took the last few steps between them. When he stopped there was a barely a breath of air between their bodies. Still silent, Pyotr’s hands moved and slipped under his shirt. Like a liquid caress and just as fluid the man’s hands moved up his sides towards his chest and shoulders. A slight gasp escaped Cliff’s lips at the touch and his breathing deepened. Anxiety and anticipation stormed inside him and he felt his entire body take off, flying away without him.
    Pyotr’s hands moved further up in a smooth motion, Cliff’s t-shirt gathering over his wrists as he moved up. His finger tips tickling as they made it to Cliff’s arm pits. “Lift your arms.” The command whispered, and breathy.
    Cliff found his arms obeyed on their own before his brain could give the go ahead and Pyotr pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor.
    “Keep them up.” Pyotr whispered as his hands glided up the length of his extended arms. His lips followed, kissing him along the inner muscles of his bicep, while his hand ran in a gentle caress all the way up to clasp around the younger man’s wrists, guiding them down to wrap around his neck. Once Pyotr had Cliff posed as he wanted, his hands reversed course, finding their way back down the streaming toned muscles while his lips found his, flicking his tongue out to tease him. He rocked back each time Cliff tried to return the kiss.
    After several times of this, Cliff’s arms tightened around Pyotr’s neck to prevent the teasing, but to no gain. Pyotr had enough height and strength on him to still cause him suffering in his playfulness.
    “Do I frustrate you?” Pyotr teased him more as his hands moved down around his hips.
    “And then some.” Cliff made no attempt to hold back his opinion of his soon-to-be lover’s fun with him. Just then, Pyotr’s hands grappled under the curve of his ass and yanked him to his body, crushing the growing erections they shared between them. Cliff let out a gasp and Pyotr’s tongue moved in, licking into his mouth with a warm claiming and tangled with his tongue. Tasting the lingering flavors of garlic and red wine.
    Cliff felt the warm shiver pulse down the start of his spine going in every direction once it reached his epicenter. He was melting and firing off under Pyotr’s attentive touch. The few girls Cliff had been sexually active with before had been anything but attentive; it was just sex. A means to release some pent up frustration or to play around. Right now with Pyotr, it was like exploring sex while bungee jumping at the same time.
    Pyotr’s mouth moved to Cliff’s neck,