Digging Deep

by Jay Hogan

  Drake had in fact offered his own car so I could drink, but getting tipsy while he didn’t had little appeal, and there was no way I was gonna be even remotely under the weather if there was even the sneaking possibility of us getting naked and dirty afterwards, which, hallelujah, was definitely looking on the cards. Stone-cold sober had never felt so good. And now, finally inside my front door, I was loving everything about how this was shaping up.

  By the feisty look in his eye, bossy Drake had come out to play and there was nothing not to love about that. He stalked across the hall and pinned me hard against the wall, kicking my feet apart and holding me in place with his hands on my chest as he claimed my lips in a fierce kiss.

  Hell yeah. I relaxed and went pliant in his arms, receiving a satisfied grunt of approval.

  He nipped, sucked, and licked his way across my jaw, down my neck, and into that soft dip in my collarbone that drove me wild. It wasn’t like he was the first to discover that particular on button, but fuck if he wasn’t the first to make it damn near sing with pleasure. I puddled against the wall, the only thing keeping me upright being Drake’s thigh shoved between mine and up against my seriously interested dick. I sank a little lower so my balls caught some friction, got a little hip action going, and fuck that felt good.

  He groaned and thrust forward so our dicks aligned better while I kept up my part of the bargain. He was ridiculously hard, a turn-on in itself, and I just wanted more of him, everything he was willing to give. I risked taking a bit of control and gripped his hips lightly to hold him in place while I adjusted the angle and…

  “Holy shit….”

  … I had him. He growled and met me stroke for stroke, burying his face into the side of my neck and ramping up the friction till we were both walking the edge.

  Then suddenly he pulled back. “Not like this,” he hissed, putting some space between our hips, drawing a ragged breath as he gripped my jaw tight enough to leave bruises. Those deep mahogany eyes drilled right into my soul seconds before he covered my mouth with his, driving his warm tongue deep against my own.

  I moaned into his mouth, it felt so damn good. I wanted him to have me, I wanted him inside, his marks on my skin, I wanted him to take anything he needed from me.

  “Bedroom, naked, now,” he said with a strangled groan as he stepped back and fisted his hands at his side.

  I jumped, clothes flying as I stumbled my way to my bedroom at the back of the apartment. I heard him follow, figured he was doing the same, and seconds later smiled as I felt the soft sting of his hand on my arse. By the time I reached the bed, only my thin briefs remained, but just as I was about to divest myself of those as well, a hand landed on my shoulder and he spun me around.

  “Not yet.” Drake’s blown pupils were black as tar, his gorgeous body naked to the last inch of olive skin, his slick cock curved up against his taut belly.

  He stole the breath from my chest, and I couldn’t help but reach out to touch him. He flicked my hand away.

  “Too close.” He stepped in and nuzzled against my neck once more as his hands slid around my back and over the globes of my arse. He squeezed and kneaded them through my briefs, rubbing his dick against mine as he rocked our hips together in some sultry dance that was driving me slowly insane with need.

  “God, what you do to me, Caleb,” he whispered thickly against my open mouth, his teeth scraping their way down and along the stubble of my jaw. “You make me want so fucking much. Things that scare the shit out of me. Things my body craves….” His hand slid under my waistband and dipped into my crease to circle my tight opening, then rest there.

  I pushed back against the pressure, willing the breach. He had me so raring to go there was pretty much nothing I wouldn’t give him. “Take what you want. Anything. It’s yours.” I reached into the side table and threw supplies on the bed.

  A second hand slipped between us to wrap around my dick, and I was held both sides. I pushed back harder, forcing a fingertip into that depth where I wanted it, and then forward into his grip, driving a groan from deep inside me. Back, then forward, then back, and… “Jesus, Drake. I need more. I’m dying here. Fuck me… please.” The desperation was new and startling.

  But this was Drake’s show. It had to be. And as long as we were together he would always need to have the final say about what he was up for. I was okay with that, more than okay. I’d take Drake any way I could get him. And wasn’t that just a fucking big-arse surprise?

  He released my dick and sank to his knees, mouthing me through my briefs before stripping them off in one tug to the floor and swallowing me straight down the back of his throat.

  “F-fuck.” I nearly buckled at the knees.

  He grabbed me around the hips to hold me in position as he sucked and lapped and licked his way over every inch of my aching cock, tonguing the slit and circling the head with that clever mouth, bringing me so close to the edge I had to push him off before it was all over. With a hand under his chin, I pulled him up and licked my way into that gorgeous mouth while stepping out of the briefs still puddled around my ankles.

  “To paraphrase what someone I admire once said to me recently—” I kissed his nose. “—bed, naked, now.”

  He grinned and pushed me back so I landed with a huff, the goose-down duvet pillowing around me. Then he straddled me and crawled up my body, taking time to rub himself on as much skin as he could in the process and finding no complaints from me. Every time that gorgeous cock of his grazed my body, I wanted it filling up my mouth, and it was heading the right direction.

  When we reached eye to eye, he paused and stared down at me. “I want you to fuck me,” he said, his gaze deadly serious.

  What? Yeah, I hadn’t seen that coming. Lost for words hardly covered it. “Um, are you sure, babe? I don’t wanna….”

  He nodded shyly as bossy Drake flew the fuck out the window. “Yeah, I’ve been good for a while now. No promises, mind you, but yeah, I wanna try. I can’t get the idea out of my head. I want you inside me so badly I can barely think. So fuck me, please, Caleb. Take it slow and I should be fine. I’ll let you know.”

  “But—”

  He put a finger to my lips. “Shh, I said I’ll let you know.”

  Fuck. My erection waned and my eyes slid away. I didn’t want to hurt him. God, what if I did something, irritated something…?

  “Stop thinking, detective.” He spoke sharply, and my eyes snapped up to meet his now-less-than-happy ones. “You don’t get to gatekeep this, understand? This is my body, Caleb. I’m the only one who knows what it’s capable of, and if I say we’re good, we’re good. It’s my call. You have to trust me on this.”

  He was right. I nodded.

  “And just so we’re clear―” His expression softened as he drew a finger down my jaw line and over my lips. “―you might be as pretty a thing as I’ve ever had in my bed, Caleb Ashton, but you are not so irresistible that you have the power to make me risk my health, got it?”

  I must have blushed to the roots of my hairline. Jesus, I was a fucking idiot. Way to be a conceited arrogant prick, Caleb. Give the man a fucking balloon.

  “Sorry.” And I was. I had no right to second-guess Drake like that. He was right. I had to trust him. After all, he’d had no trouble drawing a line before. But, fuck, it was gonna be hard. Speaking of which….

  His hand snaked around my soft dick and his gaze narrowed. “Well, we can’t have this. Anyone would think you weren’t into this.” The words were teasing but there was enough hesitancy there to raise a red flag.

  Fuck that. I flipped him onto his back and crouched over him, dipping my hips just enough to rub and caress his half-hard dick with my rapidly inflating one while I closed my mouth over his in a soft kiss. My tongue teased his lips, and he opened immediately, drawing it in with his own, more urgent now. They slid against each other slow and sexy, the rich taste of him exploding anew in my mouth.

  He gripped my hair so he could reach all the dark
and tender corners he sought. I gave in to his need, letting him feast on me, enjoying the dance of his lips and teeth and tongue across my skin. Some were a tender nip and slide, some would definitely leave marks, and I loved the very thought. Between us, our cocks now danced hard and demanding against each other, slick with need. Drake wrapped his legs around my waist and rocked hard against me. It was crazy how much I wanted him. And, damn, but I was about to have him. What the fuck had I been fretting about? If he wanted to give himself, there was no way I was gonna ever argue with that again.

  He pulled back, eyes glittering with mischief. “Well, that didn’t take long, Mr Ashton.”

  I grinned back at him. “You’re a wicked, wicked boy, Mr Park.” I licked a trail down his chest to the tip of his cock and enfolded it into my mouth.

  “Oh shit.” He slammed a hand on the back of my head, forcing a bigger mouthful, which I was more than happy to take, sliding my tongue up and down his length as he thrust gently in and out. With my cock pressed up against his thigh, I knew I could come from that pressure and sucking his dick alone. But the thought of being buried in his arse for the first time was just too damn delicious to ignore.

  Lube and a condom landed by my head, and I drew back, letting his glistening cock fall from my lips. “I take it that’s a hint?” I wiped my mouth on the duvet and smiled up at him.

  “Clever man.” He pushed a thumb into my mouth, then lifted it to his own and sucked at it.

  Fuck. I nearly blew on the spot. Counting to ten, I dragged a pillow under his hips, suited up, and applied a mountain of lube to my fingers and half the duvet cover as well. Then I leaned down and covered his mouth with mine while my hand headed south.

  He grasped my forearm. “Nice and slow, right?” he reminded me with a wink.

  I grinned and kissed his chin. “My absolute favourite way.”

  He let me go with a smile and cradled my face. “Fuck me, Caleb. Bury that gorgeous dick of yours inside my starving arse till I can taste it in the back of my throat. Make it slow and sweet like fucking maple syrup.” His head dropped back on the pillow and he sighed. “Anytime now would be good, detective.”

  Cheeky fucker.

  Drake

  CALEB’S TOUCH to my hole released a hungry keening sound from my throat that I barely recognised. I might’ve been embarrassed, but I knew he understood the importance of what we doing, and how much it meant for me to give myself this way. And shit, wasn’t that a fucking miracle? A month ago I couldn’t have imagined letting anyone have me this way again. It was just… too much. Not the risk as such, I can deal with those worries if I have to, but just the whole fucking palaver around explanations and apologies, the will we, won’t we, and what if things get messy and all that shit…. And then there was the whole business of trusting the other person would put you first, not get lost in their own need, not force things, not push too hard, not stop listening.

  A fingertip gently breached my opening, and I tensed. Nothing more than reflex, really. Caleb wasn’t hurting me in the slightest; I knew he’d never do that, but it was so damn hard to separate years of pressure in that area leading mostly to pain, not pleasure. Tonight might redress some of that, or so I hoped.

  Caleb froze and immediately glanced up, which was reassuring and endearing in equal measure. He was tuned in. I patted his shoulder and nodded. “I’m fine. Even a welcome surprise is still a surprise, right?”

  He grinned and probed a little farther, his gaze laser focussed on mine the entire time, checking, testing, ensuring I was good. “You’re so damn tight, babe.” His husky voice dripped desire. “So fucking hot. I can’t wait to get inside.”

  He dipped his head and added his tongue to the mix, the combination so delicious I almost cried. Then he added a second finger, and I breathed through the discomfort; it had been a long, long time after all but there was nothing unusual to concern me. Not long after, a swelling ache of pleasure quickly overwhelmed that initial sting, and I gave myself over to the escalating delight, revelling in the sensations.

  Caleb took his time, adding more lube along the way, softening the tight ring of muscle till it was soft and pliable. He teased and fingerfucked me gently, adding a third finger until I was a panting, squirming mess of need on the bed.

  Barely articulate, I groaned and tapped his shoulder. “Good to go.”

  He kissed my inner thigh, got to his knees, and donned the condom while I worked my own fingers inside myself to keep soft and open for him.

  “Come here.” I pulled him up till I could reach his lips with mine and took a long satisfying drink of his mouth, tasting myself on him. Then I grabbed a generous shot of lube and slicked him up with a few added gropes of his balls for good measure.

  Nerves fluttered in my belly. Ninety percent sure is never one hundred, no matter how you look at it, not that I was gonna tell Caleb that. “On your back, babe. I’m gonna ride you.”

  He hit the mattress in a flash and stretched like a languid cat about to be fed all the cream he could possibly desire. His swollen cock bobbed invitingly against his stomach, and I took a minute to appreciate the sight. He wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t exactly small either. Okay. It was gonna be interesting.

  I took a deep breath and straddled him before I could change my mind. His hands circled my hips, no pressure, just a guiding force, balancing me as I shuffled into position. Having this gorgeous man splayed out beneath me, mine for the taking, for the pleasure, damn near blew my mind and calmed me. Was I gonna walk away from this? Was I fucking crazy?

  I ran my fingers through those long strands of hair on the top of his head, then over the mole on his left cheek that had become a point of fascination for me. He leaned into my touch, eyes hooded, his expression leaving no doubt how much he wanted me.

  It was a heady feeling, and I took a minute to deal, to get some breathing room. I reached behind and worked myself open again, noting the way his breath stuttered in his chest as his gaze zeroed in. One of his hands moved to add a fingertip of his own to the party, and fuck if I didn’t nearly blow the lot right there and then.

  He groaned beneath me. “Jesus, Drake, do something will you. I’m about to lose it here.”

  I didn’t need to be told twice. I positioned myself over his thick cock, held it steady, and lowered myself down… slowly, blowing out a long breath and bearing down to relax and open myself as much as I could.

  For all my assurances to Caleb, in truth I didn’t know for sure how this was gonna go. As good as I was, years of scarring meant I could never predict the landscape with any guarantee. Still, in this position, I had the best control and Caleb was… well he was fucking amazing, holding ramrod still and letting me do my thing. From being on the other side I knew how fucking hard that was. The urge to move was almost impossible to ignore.

  Breaching the tight ring of muscle went better than expected and relief swept through me. Mind you, I was so lubed up and worked to jelly, I was pretty sure I could’ve gotten half the Auckland Sky Tower through with room to spare. It was so tempting to just drive straight down and bottom out, something I’d always wanted to do. But common sense held me back. That was never gonna be me.

  Crohn’s very often didn’t have as much impact in the anal area as ulcerative colitis did—tending to be focussed higher in the colon instead. But I’d had a couple of problem ulcers there in the past, so I wasn’t going to be gung-ho about anything. It was so tempting, though—there was nothing better than that stretch and burn. But… fuck… those days were long gone, if I’d ever really had them, and so I pushed my knuckles into the mattress on either side of Caleb’s head to remind myself to slow down.

  As if he’d read my mind, he cupped my arse to keep me there. “No rush, remember? Now kiss me, Mr Park.”

  I leaned down to take his lips and give my body time to adjust, rocking a centimetre or so of his shaft in and out of my hole as I did, each pass easier than the last. Every fibre of my body thrummed in anticipation and a few
nerves too. But I wasn’t going there. I wanted this. So, before I could rethink the whole idea, I sat up and slid a little farther down, adding a small twist to the mix just to get his attention, and….

  “Holy fuck, Drake,” Caleb hissed.

  I grinned. Mission accomplished.

  He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, and from the grunts coming out of his mouth, I could tell it was killing him not to just lunge up into me.

  “Fast and dirty has fucking nothing on this damn water torture you’ve got going on,” he grumbled. “Just give me a second here.”

  I paused, adding no depth but just a twist of my hips to keep him focussed.

  His eyes rolled back in his head and his throat rumbled. “Fuuuck. Not helping.”

  I hummed in agreement.

  A few seconds later his eyelashes fluttered open and he patted my hip. “I’m good.”

  I let out the breath I’d been holding, suddenly not exactly sure how I wanted this to go. There was gonna be zero payoff for being greedy, and, Jesus, I considered it a win just getting as far as we had. A few small thrusts might be all I could manage and what the hell would he think if I had to bail?

  He caught my hesitation. “Drake?”

  “Just thinking.”

  He cupped my cheek. “Look at me.”

  I did.

  He smiled. “You feel fucking amazing. Everything, including my eyes, is crossed trying not to blow right this very minute. I don’t need more. If you’re done, just say the word, and I’ll finish off on your face.” He winked.

  Fucking hell. It was almost worth bailing just for that. I had to grab my dick and settle it as I stared down at him, the truth of his words written in every centimetre of taut flesh on offer beneath me. The man was so close to coming undone, the need seeped from his pores—poised, desperate, and edged to all hell. Okay, then. All I had to concern myself with was me. My hips rolled forward to slide him in another centimetre or so and with that I knew I was done. My body was calling enough.