by J. P. James
But the young man is already losing control. His white teeth sink into his bottom lip, and his eyes widen with the start of real panic. “Mr. Woods, please—”
But I put a stop to it with a tried and true technique. Leaning forwards, I kiss his beckoning lips before he can finish, and pull his form into my larger one.
“Oh!” he gasps under my mouth, and his palms flatten against my chest. Surely, he has to feel my hard and steady heartbeat. I want him to feel that so it’ll help him calm down.
He stares at me with wide brown eyes as his hectic breathing slows down. Gradually, his mouth softens under mine, responding to my kiss and opening up for me in welcome and ardor. With a low growl of triumph, I dive in, eager to explore the handsome man.
7
Milo
Neil Woods is kissing me.
After I basically give him permission with a tentative kiss of my own, Neil takes command of my mouth like it’s his to do whatever he wants with. And it feels so amazingly good.
He’s commanding and firm, his hard tongue sliding into my mouth in gentle and hot strokes that soon turn blazing. He sucks my tongue and my lips, exploring my mouth like it’s his territory to conquer. Still in my chair, I shiver against him. Then suddenly, the billionaire sweeps me up into his arms.
I gasp. “S—stop,” I stutter against his mouth. “I’m too heavy!”
But he just ignores me and lifts me to his chest like my weight is no big deal. I’m not huge, but I’m no lightweight either. I’m toned and athletic, and not exactly a puny little wimp who weighs a hundred pounds or so. But the way he has me in his arms makes me feel as light as a feather and so comfortable as well.
I groan into his mouth and let go of my doubts. My eyes close, and I give myself over to the heady emotion. The feeling of his arms around me and the desire I feel for him are turning my body inside out.
My body rocks against his as he walks with me in his arms, still kissing me. His mouth on mine is relentless, trapping me in a haze of wonderment and ecstasy. I squirm against him, wanting the bulge of his cock that he’s been teasing me with practically since the first time I saw him.
But Neil holds me high enough that all I can feel is his hard chest as we kiss and kiss. When I open my eyes, I expect us to be in the bedroom ready to rock and roll, but instead, we’re in my kitchen.
The kitchen?
Of course, he notices my surprise. But he doesn’t pause in his adoration of my mouth, my throat, my clavicles, and anything else he can reach with my t-shirt still in the way. Ripples of arousal and desire run through me with every press of his mouth and hands on me. Abruptly, he stands me up, steps back, and leaves me wavering on my feet.
The breath rushes from my mouth like I’m having a panic attack. But the only thing attacking me right now is my desire for him.
“Take off your clothes,” he growls.
I gawk at him. What? My heart races out of control, but I watch, slack-jawed, as he follows his own orders. The billionaire quickly strips off his jacket, shoes, and slacks. He’s a god under all those garments. A perfectly sculpted chest thick with muscle reveals itself, complete with hard, six-pack abs.
But the finale is coming, and as his pants come off, I gasp. Oh my god, his cock long and thick enough to scare even a seasoned whore. It’s massive, huge and purple, with the tip already dripping thickly. My mouth gets instantly wet, hungry to taste him.
In a daze, I drop to my knees, ready to worship this man. But he stops me by placing his hands on my hips. His eyes are blazing down into mine, filled with overwhelming lust. “Get naked. Now. I want to see that body of yours.” His voice gets lower and lower. “If you don’t strip, you won’t get to touch.”
I guess he did have to tell me twice. With a groan of desperation, I yank off my t-shirt and jeans. Soon enough, I’m standing completely naked in my kitchen while Neil’s eyes roam over me. Why are we doing this in the kitchen again? But Neil doesn’t answer.
“You’re incredible,” he rasps. His cock jerks against his abs and dribbles some more. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever, sweetheart. Goddamn.”
He kisses me again. This time, his intention is unquestionable. His tongue hungrily and eagerly enters my mouth while his hands rove all over my body, skimming over my chest, waist and abs. All of me is hot for him. All of me is simply for him, and he knows just what to do with the territory recently revealed. His fingers delve between my legs, gripping my pole.
“I want to make you feel good,” he growls, while slowly sliding his hand up and down my throbbing meat. I moan breathlessly, jerking in his grasp. “Will you let me?”
“Yes, Mr. Woods. Yes.” My thighs widen a bit, and he chuckles into my ear. But then he does something that makes me gasp. Those clever fingers snake backwards, and he tests my asshole experimentally.
“What?” I gasp.
“Of course, little one,” he murmurs soothingly. “You need to be stretched first before you can take me back here. Plus, a little bit of lube wouldn’t hurt.”
Reaching behind me, the billionaire grabs some olive oil off the shelf, and smears some onto his palm. Then he slides his hand to my bottom again, probing my back hole.
“Oh,” I moan as my head tilts back, and my eyes slide closed. “Wow, that feels good.”
He grunts, pleased, while gently fingering open my hole. “Yeah, with an innocent like you, I wasn’t sure you’d have lube in your bedroom. So I figured the olive oil in the kitchen would serve us well.”
My eyes fly open. He’s right. I haven’t had sex in a while, and my only bottle of lube is … well, I don’t even know where it is. But all thought disappears from my mind as he begins to loosen and stretch me out. His fingers delve deep into my anus before scissoring, and then they come back out, before circling my sensitive rim.
But I love it, and I tell him so.
“Now,” I breathe into his ear. “I need it, please.”
At my desperate words, he lifts his head. “Are you asking me or telling me?” The light in his eyes is both teasing and passionate.
“I’m begging you!” I gasp, beyond ready to feel that huge club he’s carrying around between his legs. “Please, Neil. Please fuck me!”
There’s no shame in me. The need for him has swept away every ounce of possible hesitation, and now I just crave that massive pole. With his fingers still inside me, I back up until my backside slams against the low window looking out to the back alley of my building. The glass feels cool against my overheated skin.
“Since you begged so nicely.” Neil’s fingers thrust into me one last time, the liquid slip and slide of his fingers loud and dirty in my tiny kitchen. He grabs my shoulder and spins me around, pushing down on my back until my face is to the window.
“Open the window, Milo. Open the window and cry out so that anybody passing by can see how good I’m making you feel.”
Oh my god! Is he for real? I had no idea that Mr. Woods was an exhibitionist. But some unknown emotion twists in my stomach at his command, and my cock twitches with the sudden and overwhelming desire to do exactly what he says. Yes, I’m going to obey.
Immediately, my hands fly up, and I fling open the window. The edge of the window frame cuts into my stomach as I hang outside of it. My chest is fully visible, the muscles tense and tight with arousal. Behind me, I hear Neil’s growl of passion.
Teasingly, I squeeze my nipples and wiggle my ass to tempt the billionaire. I want people to stare at me. I want them to know that the man hanging out the window is getting it good where they can’t see.
But right now, it’s a weekday, so most people are at work, and all I see is the limp foot of the homeless guy who’s always taking a nap in the alley. He looks passed out, as usual. A hint of disappointment washes over me, but then, Neil squeezes my ass, and nothing else matters but his touch.
“Shit, baby,” he grunts behind me. “Your ass is so hot. You work out a lot?”
I shiver hotly with the praise. The
truth is, I do work out, and I’m glad he loves the sculpted muscle of my glutes.
“Yes, I do work out,” I breathe, reaching back to pull one of my butt cheeks up with one hand, giving him a good view of my waiting hole. “And this is for you, Mr. Woods.”
He grunts with satisfaction. Then, without another word, begins teasing the head of his cock around my slickly lubed rim. It feels so good, and my head drops as my eyes close.
“Ah,” I cry out. “Oh please, give it to me.”
He chuckles harshly behind me, then begins to increase the pressure. It’s dififcult. I’m small and even the head of his cock is huge.
“Relax,” he urges me in a near growl. “Let everything go, and it’ll slip in easier.”
I take a deep breath, and sure enough, my rim relaxes a bit, letting him get his glans in. Oh wow. I moan again as my backside adjusts to the fullness.
But we’re not even close to done yet. Mr. Woods increases the pressure slightly while reaching one hand around to fist my cock in his hand.
“Does this feel good?” he whispers in my ear while stroking up and down that hard pole. My rod twitches in his hand and I let out another garbled moan.
“Oh yes,” is my reply. “More, please.”
With that, it happens. He slides all the way up into my butt, the full ten inches making me cry out with heady lust. Oh god, I’m skewered like a pig on a stick, and yet my cock twitches and drips even more, loving every moment of it.
“I knew you could take it,” Mr. Woods whispers in my ear. “You’re the kind of toy boy who’s got a stretchy ass.”
“Yes,” I moan in return. “And it’s all yours.”
With that, the loving begins. Mr. Woods pulls out with his dick while simultaneously pulling back with his hand. Then he pushes forward with that huge rod while squeezing my dick in tandem. It’s a heady two-fer and my mind and body go crazy.
“Aaah!” I gasp. “Give me more!”
Neil gives it to me. He churns behind me, that powerful body moving like a machine. Every cell is attuned to him, and my whole body feels like it’s on the verge of erupting.
Suddenly, something catches my eye. On the ground, seven stories below, the bum’s foot moves. Soon, his head pops up like a jack in the box, and he’s staring up at me hanging out of the window while moaning ecstatically. His mouth drops open, and he sways like he’s about to pass out, but I’m too far gone to care.
“Like that,” I cry out as my butt is invaded to the max again. “Oh god, yes!”
Neil is losing it too. “Hold still, honey,” he groans as the rhythm picks up the pace. “Oh shit, I’m going to come!”
With that, his dick jerks once inside me, and then begins blasting lash after lash of hot cum into my asshole. I scream ecstatically, my own orgasm rushing through me like a giant tidal wave. My dick explodes even as my asshole clamps and clenches, milking Neil of every drop of seed.
“More,” I moan again. “Yes, just like this.”
The billionaire pumps his hand furiously, bringing me to heaven. Hot blast after hot blast of my virile cum spurts against the window ledge as we both see stars.
Finally, the massive ejaculations halt, and Neil drags me back against him, his sweaty front to my slippery back, as his breath gasps in my ear. “Goddamn, baby,” he moans. Spasmodically, his cock jerks once more inside my back end, and I let out a squeal. Another orgasm blasts through my over-sensitized body, and I pass out from the rush.
The world slowly drifts back to me. It filters in through the leftover haze of pleasure – my body heavy and boneless, the wetness seeping from my bottom, and the warm body under mine. A yawn cracks my mouth open, and I stare up at the ceiling and realize that I’m in my bedroom.
The windows are open and light pours in. The angle of the sun tells me that it’s way past five in the evening. The sun is about to set, and the soft colors from the sky paint the bedroom like a dream.
Bedroom?
The last time I knew what was what, I was in the kitchen taking it deep from Neil Woods. Oh, right. Then we moved to the bed where we made love at least two more times. I blush, remembering how Neil sucked my dick, even as my ass leaked his sperm. He’s so dirty, and it all felt incredibly good.
I shift against the wrinkled, stained sheets, and the ache in my asshole, sweet and pleasurable, reminds me even more forcefully of just how skilled he is with the tool between his legs. That beautiful and delicious beast is the reason I’m in my bed now at close to sunset, and not because I fell asleep after a long night playing the piano at Playing Desires.
Wait. Playing the piano.
Oh my God! I sit up in the bed, jerking against the warm body that’s sharing the full-sized mattress with me.
“Oh shit,” I gasp. “I’m supposed to perform at your party tonight, right? Neil, Neil. Wake up. You have a party to get to.” I shake his bare shoulder. “Neil! Neil, it’s time to wake up.”
Obviously not ready to wake up, he growls nonsense next to me. He rolls over and strokes a hand up my thigh and between my legs. His fingers slip around my cock before giving it a delicious jerk. I moan, hardening despite myself.
“Where’s the fire, Songbird? Why are you in such a rush?” His fingers start moving up and down my pole, tantalizing me. Unable to help myself, I lay back again, moaning from the pleasure of his skilled fingers.
But no! This isn’t the time.
“We have to go, Neil.” I shove his hands away. “We’re going to be late for your party. I don’t want to stumble in at the last minute, looking like an amateur. That wouldn’t look good, and I wouldn’t feel right about it. Besides, what about you? Isn’t it weird if you don’t show to your own soiree?”
I start to climb from the bed, but he grabs me by the waist and pulls me close. Low laughter shakes his muscular form. The bed is actually trembling from his humor.
I frown down at him. “What’s so funny?”
“Well, I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but there was never any performance.” He squeezes my waist like this is all one big joke, and I should be in on it too. “You don’t have to get ready for anything unless you just want to put on something nice and look handsome for me.”
I stare at him.
“What? I’m confused.”
Neil sits up in the bed and pulls me close until we’re sitting face to face in bed, both of us naked. The moment is oddly intimate, and my breath catches. He’s gorgeous and I can feel myself melting in his presence. But no, I need to keep my wits about me.
“What’s going on, Neil?” I ask slowly.
He grins.
“Well, my tantalizing songbird, I lied to keep you out of Playing Desires, and also to see where you stand on this whole contract situation. I wanted to see how you’d react.”
My heart thunders in my chest in humiliation. “React to what?”
He shrugs.
“You know, where your allegiances lie. With me, or with your old employer. I’m happy to say, but it seems like you’ve chosen me as your team, which is good.”
I stare at him, horrified.
“Is that why you came over? Just to see where I stand? And we made love because you wanted to prove a point?”
He shakes his head, alert to my distress.
“Nope. Not at all. We made love because we both wanted it. And now, I know you’re the right man to keep around for more than just your gorgeous voice.”
Each word he speaks is more humiliating than the last. There was never any job. All that was made up, and the billionaire basically auditioned me to be his personal whore. Who does that?
God, I wish I could take our lovemaking back, and show a bit of restraint. I wish I hadn’t moaned like a rent boy, squeezing my ass around his cock and asking for more. Because I’d begged him to use my body. I’d begged him to use me like some hooker he picked up off the street for twenty thousand dollars, and that’s exactly what Mr. Woods did. He helped himself to what he wanted, and then paid me for my time. Jes
us.
“I—I can’t believe this,” is my murmur.
Reeling, I stumble from the bed, ignoring his low voice calling out my name.
The living room is the same way I left it, the nearly full coffee cups still sitting on the table from our farce of a conversation. Shame flushes my cheeks and turns my neck and chest a ruddy red. What an idiot I’ve been.
Humiliation turns to sudden hunger, my feelings of shame demanding an outlet. Not to mention I haven’t eaten since late afternoon, and that was just the last of my toast and eggs. Despite my search of the kitchen, I know there’s not much to find there. The pantry is empty and so is most of the fridge. It’s not so much that I forgot to go grocery shopping as that I can’t really afford to until Neil’s check hits my account. How humiliating.
“Don’t sulk in here all alone.” I turn around to see the billionaire lounging against the kitchen counter. He’s still naked, his cock swinging confidently with each step and a smile on his face. I, by contrast, am wearing shorts already because I’m nowhere near as body-confident.
“Come on, pretty boy,” he says, pulling me into his arms like we’re on a stage someplace.
Then he dips me backward, still smiling, and even though he’s obviously a liar and doesn’t deserve anything except to be shoved out of my apartment, I give in to his playfulness and throw my arms around his neck. “That’s right, just enjoy it, sweetheart. It’s not that serious.” He kisses me, grabs my ass, and hikes my leg up around his waist.
It feels so good, so delicious, that I wrap both of my legs around his waist and cling to him, passionately kissing him back. Soon, we’re both breathless. My cock is hard again, and so is his. We’re in the throes of passion, and I ask myself: how can I do this again, knowing that he basically planned everything? I’m nothing but a pawn, whereas he’s the king. Am I ready for this?
But Neil doesn’t hear my thoughts, and he pulls away from me grinning, his hands under my ass holding me up against him.