by Lane Hart
“Yeah, I’m ready,” I agree, the words deep and gruff from how turned on I am. “Stay on your hands and knees,” I tell him as I fist my dick while looking at his. “And keep your mouth right fucking here.”
Of course the asshole doesn’t immediately do what I want. He puts a palm on either side of my waist and then lowers his face to my stomach, scraping my abs with his facial hair and making me swear at the brush of his wet lips and tongue several inches above where I’m desperate for them to be.
“I’ve seen a lot of naked men,” he says between kisses. “And your body is one of the sexiest. Fucking amazing.”
I run my eyes over him, thinking the same thing about his body but unable to say it. And I really don’t want to think about Cory with other naked men for some reason.
“But don’t worry. I get tested every month and always use condoms,” he adds.
“Good. Great. I do too,” I reply, my words choppy as I lift my hips in silent demand.
Just when I think his mouth is finally moving south, he heads north again, even giving my nipple a flick of his tongue before lowering to swirl inside my belly button. More precum drips from my eager cock that’s heavy with anticipation and yearning to be touched.
“Please,” I grit out from between clenched teeth.
He still doesn’t budge from running his tongue up and down the muscular indention that runs from my hip to my pelvis. If the tension in my body gets any tighter, I’m going to snap. “Cory, please just do it already!” I try again.
When he refuses to take me in his mouth, I sit up to grab the top of his red hair in my right fist and stand my dick up with the left hand.
“Too much teasing?” he jokes, making me growl my response.
There’s no resistance when I lower his face until his lips touch the leaking head of my cock. He takes over from there, tongue snaking out to lap up the drops of precum.
“God, yes!” I scream in relief as I release my grip on him to fall backward on the pillows. My hips thrust upward, desperate for another swipe of his tongue. Thankfully, he gives my slit another few licks before taking me in his hot mouth and sealing his lips tightly around my shaft. My hips punch forward on their own, shoving me deeper into his mouth, but Cory doesn’t seem to mind. After all, this isn’t the first blowjob he’s given.
I can’t decide if I hate that fact or love it at the moment with him taking me to the back of his fucking throat until his facial hair is grazing my pelvis.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, the words barely more than a whisper as the entire room starts to go hazy.
When he pulls his mouth all the way off, I groan in disappointment. But he only takes the time to lick his palm a few times before his tongue covers me again. Then I’m squirming from how amazing his mouth feels while at the same time, watching him stroke his hard cock and play with his balls.
As I grind my teeth together and fist the covers to try and hold off from coming, sweat beads along my hairline. I’m too scared to move a finger, afraid that if I do, I’ll fuck my way through the back of his skull.
Cory moans while deep-throating me again and again, letting me feel his whiskers against my pelvis, and I can’t last another fucking second. I don’t even have time to shout out a warning to him. I’m just being ripped apart by the pleasure exploding from somewhere deep inside of me.
Unintelligible grunts are all I’m capable of as he keeps his tongue lapping at me through every tremble that goes through me until the last one, leaving me a sweaty, limp pile of bones on his bed.
My eyes close as I relearn how to breathe. And when I open them again, Cory’s face is above mine, palms planted on either side of my head, his chin hair glistening like it did after he ate out Selina. But this time, that’s all from me.
“Surprised you didn’t hold my head down and suffocate me like all the other virgins.”
I know he doesn’t mean the term literally but as the first time with another man.
“Didn’t have to,” I answer through pants. “You already knew what I liked.”
“My facial hair tickling your pelvis with your cock down my throat.” He flashes me a knowing grin, and I nod. “Thought that would do the trick.”
Fuck, it was so good that I’m not even having second thoughts yet.
And when Cory lowers his damp mouth to mine, I don’t push him off me, and not just because I’m not sure if I can move a single limb yet. I let him kiss me, tasting myself on his tongue when he slips it past my lips to thrust against mine before quickly retreating. Again and again, he does the same move before he moans and plunges his tongue deeper.
It’s a hot-as-fuck kiss like none I’ve had before, not against a face as stubbly as mine.
And soon it’s Cory who is panting against my mouth like he’s…
Something warm and thick lands on my stomach.
“Sorry.” He scrambles off me and the bed, sounding embarrassed. “Had to finish myself off.”
I barely see the mess he made on my abs before he’s back with a towel, wiping it off. “Sorry,” he repeats again like he thinks getting his cum on me will send me running.
Maybe it would if I wasn’t so fucking sated and comfortable in his bed, like a weight I’ve been carrying my entire life has suddenly been lifted from my shoulders. It doesn’t hurt my ego to know he came from kissing me and jerking off.
When he keeps wiping at my stomach until the skin is raw, I jerk the towel from him and throw it across the room. “I think you got it.”
“Okay.” He stands beside the bed for a moment before finding his jogging pants and pulling them back on. He looks at me like he’s expecting me to hop up and get dressed too, but I don’t really want to.
“You want me to leave?” I ask him.
“No. I mean, not unless you want to. Are you, uh, in a hurry to get back to Myrtle Beach?”
“Not really.”
“Oh. You want to stay here tonight?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” I chuckle. “My legs are too fucking weak to ride.”
It’s a bullshit excuse, I know, but what else am I going to say, that I like being around him and have wanted to see him since he left the hotel room the other morning? That as soon as I leave tomorrow, I’ll fucking miss him? Ha! No way in hell.
“You want some leftover Chinese food?” Cory asks.
“Hell yeah,” I agree since I can always eat.
“I’ll be right back,” he says before he leaves the room.
He returns with dinner in bed a few minutes later, which is just the icing on the fucking cake.
Chapter Twenty-One
Cory
I can’t say I’m surprised that Abel isn’t a cuddler. I gave him my back all night, and he didn’t lay a finger on me.
No, he stayed on his half of the bed with me on mine, not that either of us got much sleep since I didn’t hear any snoring. I’m not sure if Abel ever relaxed long enough to sleep. He was wound up tighter than a virgin on her wedding night, like he thought if he drifted off into dreamland he might wake up with my dick in his ass.
Hell, maybe he even wanted that to happen since he didn’t bother to put any clothes back on and I slept in my jogging pants. Still, I kept my distance, no matter how badly I wanted to put my hands and mouth on him again. And yeah, I would love to pop his cherry, but not until he begs me to do it and we do the prep work together.
“I don’t fucking bite,” I finally mutter to the opposite wall because I can’t take his flopping around near the furthest edge of the mattress any longer. “Well, I could, but that will cost you because it’s kinky as hell.”
“You fuck a lot of men for money?” Abel’s gravelly voice asks quietly.
“Not all at one time.”
“You know what I meant!”
“I have a few regular hookups that come and go every week. It’s not a big deal.”
He doesn’t say anything for a while. “Do they fuck you, or do you fuck them?”
“I don�
��t bottom for anyone,” I answer. “Believe it or not, most of these guys pay to suck my dick and then fuck them with it.”
“I believe it,” he responds with a heavy sigh.
“I’m not opposed to giving oral either for the right person,” I add since I’m hoping talking about sex will get him worked up enough to make the first move this morning, especially the reminder of yesterday since he seemed to love having my mouth on him. “I would have to be head over heels in love, though, to toss a salad,” I admit with a grin.
“Toss a…oh. And you don’t like getting fucked?” Abel asks.
“No,” I answer without hesitation. “So, if that’s what you’re waiting on this morning, you should probably hit the road.”
While I can admit to myself that I thought about it with Abel, I just can’t cave on that rule, no matter how hot the biker may be. He would hurt me without a second thought and then go on his way without looking back. Nobody is going to use me like that ever again.
The mattress moves as Abel throws off the covers. Then he asks, “You got anything to eat for breakfast?”
He’s staying? Huh. Guess he really wants his dick sucked again since he can’t get the other thing he’s after.
“There’s some cereal and milk. That’s probably about it.”
“I’m not picky,” Abel replies, and then I see him at the foot of the bed, picking up his jeans to start putting his clothes back on. What a crying shame.
“You want a shower first?” I ask him as I roll to my back without bothering to hide what’s under the tenting sheets and jogging pants. Abel’s green eyes go right to my erection.
“Yeah, yeah, I could use a shower,” he says as he drops his pants back to the floor so I can see his morning wood, standing proud and at attention.
“Want some company?” I ask.
He fists himself while looking me in the eye. “My dick won’t suck itself, will it?”
That’s what I thought. I watch his sexy ass walk to the bathroom and then hear the shower turn on.
But you see, my shower stall is pretty narrow, so a few minutes later when I join Abel, neither of us has room to turn around, much less for me to get on my knees.
Turns out, Abel was more than willing to try something else.
His eyes stay lowered to my cock the first few seconds as the water pelts us, not even warm yet because we were both apparently in a hurry.
Then, he just reaches out and grabs me, wrapping his fingers around my shaft and giving me a rough squeeze that makes me shout in surprise. His mouth suddenly latches onto the dampness on my shoulder, sucking up the moisture, coming at me so hard he flattens me to the wall opposite the showerhead.
“This okay?” he whispers raggedly when he presses our cocks together with his hands around them, stroking them both at the same time, making me think he’s either done it before or watched a lot of guy on guy porn. Or maybe he’s just that good at it.
“Yeah, it’s more than okay,” I tell him as I grab a handful of his ass to pull him closer. “Feels amazing,” I say, loving the way he’s rubbing me against his own velvety hardness, even if he’s going to make us both raw. “Maybe add a little bodywash to make us slicker?”
“Do it,” he says as his mouth and tongue move over my neck, lapping up the water and making me forget what the hell we were talking about.
Soap. Right.
The bottle is within my reach in the small space, so I quickly grab it one-handed with the one not holding his ass, pop the top, and pour it between our bodies.
“Oh fuck,” Abel groans as he looks down to watch himself work up the suds between us.
While he’s distracted with his hands full, I squeeze his ass cheek harder, letting my fingertips dip into his crease. I slide my fingers up and down to give him warning before finding his tight hole and circling the tip of my middle finger around it.
Abel groans against my skin before he starts sucking on my neck even harder.
I take that as a yes and press down. He goes still, no longer moving his hands on us or even breathing.
“Relax,” I whisper against his ear that’s close enough for me to lick it. “Let me in. You’ll like it. Promise.”
I feel the tension fall from him, but he’s still holding his breath when I penetrate him with that one long finger.
The air comes flooding out of his lungs a second later as I go two knuckles deep until the pad of my finger finds his prostate.
“Fuck!” Abel exclaims as he lurches forward from that slightest, gentlest touch. Dropping our dicks, he slaps one hand beside my head on the wall, and the other – well, the other hand grabs my throat, fingers squeezing at the same time it feels like all of his weight is suddenly leaning on me. Still, he hasn’t told me to stop.
“Ease up there, biker boy,” I warn him. I slowly circle my finger a few times, massaging his prostate until his hand on my throat drops, and then his forehead is resting on my shoulder, his warm breath panting on my skin as his dick jerks between our bodies.
When he groans and grabs my shoulders, digging his fingers into them, I know he’s close. A moment later and his entire, muscular body trembles and jerks against me as his release erupts on my stomach without either of us touching his cock.
“Jesus Christ,” Abel murmurs as I remove my finger from him and massage his still-tense ass. He’s still collapsed against me, his head near my shoulder. “That was…”
“The most intense orgasm of your life and it didn’t even involve your dick? Yeah, I know. Everything you thought it would be?”
“Even better,” he remarks, making me grin. “I can barely stand up.”
“Welcome to the club. Plenty of straight men like anal play too. Now you know why.”
“You don’t have to keep sugarcoating it for me,” Abel says as his lips move against my neck again. He grabs the side of my face to turn it toward his. “I could’ve done that myself a long time ago, but I didn’t. I like when you touch me. I wanted to come for you.”
His mouth crashes against mine, surprising me at the fact that he’s making the first move and at the forceful way his tongue plunges into my mouth like he’s enjoying it. I kiss him back just as hard until he speaks against my lips. “And I want to touch you too.” His hand finds me hard and throbbing, and then without the slightest hesitation, he strokes me while our tongues dance together until I can’t last a second longer.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Abel
Both Cory and I were quiet once we actually got to the shampooing and body-washing part of the shared shower.
Not that I was in a hurry.
I was happy to stand there and let the warm water wash over both of us until it eventually turned ice-cold.
Then I got dressed, and it was time for me to go. I didn’t want to leave and wasn’t sure what the fuck to even say to him.
Thanks for giving me a taste of what I’ve wanted my whole life seemed stupid.
Promising to see him again wasn’t going to happen either.
I couldn’t drive all the way down here just for a blowjob, and I wasn’t ready to admit I liked the thing he had done to me in the shower. Yeah, sure, it felt fucking great, but it crossed a line I wasn’t ready to own up to just yet.
Instead of pulling on his sweats, Cory puts on a pair of tight jeans, a purple button-down, leaving the top two buttons undone to show off his smooth, ivory chest, and a pair of shiny dress shoes. Not many men could pull off the outfit without looking goofy as fuck, but the ginger is thick enough in the arms and shoulders and legs that he made it look good.
“You in a hurry?” he asks as he rolls up the shirtsleeves to his elbows.
Yes, the Kings had a meeting at seven tonight.
But that’s not what came out of my mouth. Instead, I said, “No, why?”
“I’ve got to give a Safe Zone training seminar if you want to come.”
“What’s that?” I ask. “And aren’t you supposed to be a student?”
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p; “I’m a business major, and it’s part of the final in Management Project Skills,” he answers with a grin while going back to the bathroom to spritz some sort of mouthwatering cologne. When he comes back, he says, “I just talk to local businesses about their hiring practices and treatment of the LGBTQ community as employees and customers.”
“No shit?” I say in surprise.
“What?” he asks as he picks up a leather briefcase from the floor and starts loading it up with books.
“You’re just out to everyone like that?”
“Yeah, here I try to be as much as I can, just not around the jocks,” he replies, lowering his eyes to his bag. “Everyone thinks I prefer women, but that’s not exactly true. It just makes shit a little easier for the guys I hook up with to hide what we do.”
“But Rita doesn’t know. Why haven’t you told her?” I ask him since I would rather talk about that than him with other men. “She seems like the type to be cool with it.”
“I always wanted to,” he agrees. Zipping the bag, he throws it over his shoulder. “Back in high school, my sister was working her ass off at two jobs, and I couldn’t put one more thing on her. So, I didn’t tell her then. Now, well, I barely talk to her as it is since I’ve been in college because she’s still busting her ass to pay my tuition. After the shit with Nolan…” He shrugs. “I don’t want to push her further away.”
“She’s your only family, and you don’t want to lose her,” I say in understanding. “I get it. I’ve lost my family once before. Most of the Savage Kings have known each other forever except for me, Hugo, and Nolan since we came in as nomads just a few years back. Now Nolan’s married, so Hugo is really all I’ve got…”
“And he left to go looking for old stripper pussy. Yeah, I remember,” Cory replies. “You don’t have to tell him and have it change shit between you.”
“Yeah,” I agree with a sigh.
“So, I’ve got to go. Are you in or out?” he asks with an arched eyebrow.
I really should hit the road. But for some reason, I tell him, “I’m in if I can drive.”