Break-Away Strength

by Charlie Richards

  Reggie cleared his throat. He swept his tongue out and licked his lips. A slight sheen of sweat broke out on his brow. “Well, uh, most of the time they’d agree with you,” he mumbled. “Except when they wanted to start dating... or had trouble with school.”

  Miguel snorted, sliding his fingers down to his ear. He paused in his downward travels to finger the sensitive skin behind Reggie’s ear. He knew it was a hot spot for some, and...

  Gasping, Reggie shivered, expelling a soft hiss through his teeth.

  Seeing the goose bumps break out on Reggie’s neck, Miguel smiled. “Hot spot,” he whispered. Humming softly, he added huskily, “I wonder what kind of noise you’d make if I licked, kissed, or sucked on that bit of skin.”

  Reggie jerked his head and peered up at him.

  Miguel took in his dilated eyes and gaping mouth—a mixture of arousal and shock. Seeing the pink in Reggie’s cheeks slowly creep down his neck, he wondered how far down he could make that go. Would it spread over his chest, too?

  Unable to help himself, Miguel leaned forward. He paused with his lips a hairsbreadth away from Reggie’s ear. Breathing softly, he waited.

  “What’ll it be, Reg?” Miguel whispered the question. “Can I put my lips on you?”

  After another nearly unbearably long moment, Reggie turned his head away from him. Miguel realized instantly that Reggie wasn’t denying him. Instead, he was giving him better access.

  Miguel took advantage of the move and settled his lips lightly against Reggie’s warm, smooth skin.

  Chapter Seven

  Feeling a pair of warm, dry lips press against the sensitive skin behind his ear, Reggie allowed his eyelids to slide closed. He shivered at the gentle touch. When those same lips sealed over the sensitive patch and sucked ever-so-lightly, Reggie drew in a harsh breath.

  Reggie swallowed hard, reveling in the sensations. It’d been so damn long since he’d felt another’s touch. Knowing it was Miguel, the handsome young man he’d rescued, just made it all the better.

  He didn’t know why he was so affected by Miguel, but he couldn’t deny that he was. Sighing, he enjoyed the light caress of the young man’s lips, which sent tingles down his neck. His cock thickened in his jeans.

  For a moment, Reggie thought about Catherine. Should he feel guilty? If not for finding pleasure with another person, for that person being a man? He hadn’t done it in his younger days, but there had been times he wished he could have... before Catherine.

  Now, though, she was gone. He also knew she wouldn’t have wanted him to live the rest of his life alone. She’d told him so more than once over the last couple of months of her life. Now, he just needed the strength to break away from his own and his family’s preconceived notions about who it was acceptable to move on with.

  Miguel will help me with that.

  The young man might not stay with him for but a few days, or maybe even weeks, but Reggie would take that time and run with it.

  “Are you with me, Reg?” Miguel whispered into his ear.

  Reggie realized that as he’d been lost in his head, Miguel had slid his hand down his neck to his chest. He rubbed lightly over his pectorals. Every stroke, he flicked his thumbnail over Reggie’s nipple.

  Tingles spread over the skin of his chest, causing goose bumps to erupt over his shoulders.

  Turning his head, Reggie peered at Miguel. “I’m with you,” he muttered huskily. “Been a long time since anyone touched me,” he admitted. “Just... a little overwhelmed.”

  “Good, then?”

  Reggie swept his gaze over Miguel’s earnest expression and beseeching look. He realized he wasn’t the only one who needed a little reassurance. Sliding his right hand across the sheets, he lifted his hand to cup the younger man’s jaw.

  Rubbing his thumb along the edge, Reggie whispered, “Very good.” Liking the way Miguel’s lips curved into a smile, he realized he wanted a taste of that. He also figured that... he could, too. “I’m going to do something I’ve never done before. Just never been brave enough.”

  Miguel grinned. “Yeah? What’s that?”

  “I’m gonna kiss a guy,” Reggie replied, smirking. “I’m going to kiss you.”

  Without waiting for a response—hell, he figured Miguel inviting him into his bed had been permission enough—Reggie rolled to his side, leaned forward, and pressed his mouth to the younger man’s.

  Reggie hadn’t kissed in years, but he instantly remembered the pleasure of it. Rubbing his lips lightly against Miguel’s, he relished the closeness, the sensuality. He nibbled the young man’s bottom lip, then slid his tongue along his soon-to-be lover’s seam.

  Miguel immediately opened to him.

  Taking advantage, Reggie pushed into Miguel’s mouth. He immediately found the other man’s tongue and grazed his own along it. Tasting Miguel’s unique flavor, Reggie moaned. He wanted more.

  Reggie brought his free arm up and wrapped it around Miguel’s waist. He tightened his hold, pulling him closer. Sliding his hand down Miguel’s bare back, he dipped under the covers. His hand encountered no resistance and he found himself gripping the young man’s bare ass.

  Right. No clothes.

  A hard shudder worked through Reggie’s body. He moaned and he felt as if it had been ripped from his chest. As he felt the firm muscled globe filling his palm and the slide of the other man’s tongue against his own, Reggie’s dick flexed and leaked in his jeans. His blood pounded in his veins. Need pulsed through him.

  It’d been so long since he’d felt the kind of desire that filled his body.

  Dizziness filled him, and his need for air surfaced. Reggie ended the kiss. He panted softly as he stared at the young man in his arms. Taking in Miguel’s kiss-swollen lips, his dilated eyes, the pink of arousal flushing his cheeks, neck, and chest, Reggie realized Miguel truly desired him. This wasn’t just some feeling of obligation.

  “You’re really attracted to me,” Reggie rumbled throatily. “Why? How?”

  Miguel chuckled, the sound throaty and low. “You underestimate your appeal, Reggie,” he stated. “I bet you’re oblivious, whether because of how long you’ve been out of the game or because you have preconceived notions caused by your age.”

  Sliding his left hand under Reggie’s arm, Miguel wrapped it around him to palm his back. He skimmed his right hand over his chest, once more rubbing his thumb over his nipple. Moving his top leg forward, he skimmed his toes over Reggie’s jean-clad knee.

  Reggie moaned. “Mig.”

  God, how could so little stimulation feel so damn good?

  “It’s been far too long since you were appreciated, handsome,” Miguel murmured. “I’d strip you down and sprawl over you, but I fear you’ll freak out at the feel of a dick pressed against your own.”

  Reggie licked his lips, catching a taste of Miguel. While he couldn’t truly assure the young man that he wouldn’t, he didn’t want to stop. Turning, he crunched up, gripped the base of his t-shirt, and whipped it over his head.

  After tossing it over the side of the bed, Reggie lowered his hands to his belt. He held Miguel’s gaze as he unbuckled it. “I can’t truly say if I’ll freak out or not, Mig,” he whispered.

  “But I’m man enough to admit when I’m attracted to someone. I can promise I’ll never lift my hand against you. But even if I don’t freak out and we do... something,” Reggie paused an instant, stumbling over his words. He swallowed hard, then finished, “I’m also man enough to admit that I very well could run afterward.”

  Miguel nodded slowly. “Then let me,” he urged, reaching over and pushing Reggie’s fingers from his fly. “I want to see you. I want to suck you off so damn bad.” He gripped the zipper and eased it down. Winking, he added, “And if you’re gonna run afterward, I want this chance first.”

  Feeling another’s fingers undoing his fly, Reggie gasped in a breath. He hissed at the release of pressure on his shaft. Looking down, he saw the way his cock pushed up between the flaps, clea
rly outlined in his underwear. When Miguel slid his finger between the flaps and scraped his nail from base to tip, Reggie let out a long, low groan.

  Reggie felt his pre-cum ooze from him. He saw the way it soaked the fabric encasing his head. Panting harshly, he gripped the sheet. When Miguel swirled his finger around the head, massaging the swollen flesh, Reggie moaned, bucking convulsively.

  Snapping his gaze to Miguel’s face, Reggie’s breath hitched. He tried to get his arousal-clouded mind to figure out what he saw. Once the stimulation to his dick stopped, it clicked.

  Desire, need, even lust. Miguel wanted Reggie and was doing nothing to hide it.

  When Reggie felt Miguel slide his fingers into his underwear, he yanked his gaze from the man’s face and peered down. He panted harshly, watching in anticipation as Miguel’s long, slender fingers lifted the elastic band and peeled his underwear over his cock.

  Miguel paused, however, resting the folded band just under his head. “Beautiful,” he whispered, rubbing the tip of his forefinger around his flared head.

  Reggie clenched his teeth, hissing. Catching himself, he snapped, “Shit, stop teasing.” When Miguel turned and peered at him, Reggie scowled at the younger man’s smug expression. “If you had been celibate for nearly a decade, you wouldn’t be looking so pleased with yourself.”

  His eyes widening, Miguel gaped. He barked out a laugh as he gripped the edge of his underwear and pulled it lower. “Lift your hips, handsome,” Miguel urged. “I’m gonna suck you so good.”

  “Yesss,” Reggie hissed. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had a blowjob. Obeying the younger man’s order, he lifted his hips as he ground out, “Please, suck me.”

  Miguel stripped Reggie of his jeans, shoving them off the side of the bed. He leaned forward and pressed a hard kiss to Reggie’s lips, thrusting his tongue forward. Sinking it brazenly into Reggie’s mouth, he plundered his cavity in a way no one had ever done to him before.

  Enjoying it more than he thought possible, Reggie fed Miguel a groan. His dick twitched as if in need of attention and it took every ounce of control he possessed not to grab himself and start stroking. Instead, he buried his fingers into Miguel’s thick, blond hair and took over the kiss.

  Finally, Miguel pulled back, panting and grinning. “God, your mouth is amazing.” He winked. “Now let me show you what I can do with mine.”

  Reggie barely had time to register the swing of Miguel’s long, slender dick as the young man straightened, then knee-walked backward before he bent over once more and swallowed Reggie’s shaft to the root. Just as quickly, Miguel slowly drew upward again.

  Upon feeling the hot, wet, suction applied to his erection, Reggie roared his pleasure. He gripped the sheet as his body jolted. The muscles of his thighs tensed as he fought his instinctual urge to buck his hips and shove his dick back into the fantastic, hot cavity of Miguel’s mouth.

  Miguel ended his struggle, sinking back down on him. He began a torturous fellatio, massaging the wrinkled skin of his cap and tickling his slit on each upstroke. When he was buried deep, he swallowed around his cap, creating the most delicious massage.

  Staring down at the blond head bobbing over his crotch, Reggie could barely catch his breath. He’d never felt anything so amazing, the man’s enjoyment obvious with the way he eagerly worked him. Then Miguel looked up at him through the fall of his hair and winked.

  The next time Miguel sucked him deep, he reached between Reggie’s legs. He cradled his balls in his palm, rolling them gently. The added stimulus caused his testicles to pull tight.

  With a growling moan, Reggie felt his orgasm roll through him. His dick pulsed as tingles spread through his groin, thighs, and torso. Bliss clouded his senses, sending him floating on a wave of endorphins.

  When Reggie finally managed to untangle his tongue, he peered down at Miguel. His heart felt as if it skipped a beat all over again when he saw the young man wipe a stray drip of semen from the corner of his lip, only to suck on that finger. Meeting Reggie’s gaze, Miguel smiled at him.

  “Y-You like doing that,” Reggie finally managed to mumble, knowing his tone gave away his surprise.

  Miguel nodded once. “I do. There’s something about the feel and taste of a hard cock in my mouth that can’t be beaten by anything else.” He shrugged one shoulder. “Good thing I’m gay, huh?”

  Reggie nodded. He swept his gaze over Miguel’s flushed face. As his racing heart slowed, he took in the sheen of sweat on the younger man’s face and the dilation of his eyes. He moved his gaze down his body, along the lean, strong lines of his torso to his chiseled waist. His gaze fixated on the long, slender erection jutting from Miguel’s groin.

  To Reggie’s surprise, Miguel sat back on his calves and pulled the blanket over his lap. He lifted his gaze and spotted the red hue covering his chest and neck. Not liking the young man’s embarrassment, he rolled onto his elbow. He reached out and rested his other hand on Miguel’s where he clutched the blanket.

  “Don’t,” Reggie murmured. “Don’t hide from me.”

  Miguel’s face flushed as he nibbled his lip. He glanced around the room, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face, too quickly for Reggie to track. Finally, Miguel smiled tentatively as he flipped his hand and gripped Reggie’s fingers.

  “I was just waiting to see if you were going to freak out.”

  At his young lover’s whispered admission, Reggie scoffed. “I suppose that was a valid concern after my warning.” He felt lethargy creep through him and knew it was caused by the amazing orgasm Miguel had given him. He did his best to ignore it. Instead, he tugged at the hand he held. “Come lie beside me. Let me touch you. I’ll freak out later, when you’re resting.”

  Reggie wasn’t certain if he would or not, but he’d make damn sure his lover found satisfaction before he freaked out. He refused to be considered a selfish lover. Plus, the allure of finally touching another male was too good to pass up. That it was Miguel, a sexy young man, that was just icing on the cake.

  Hell, I would enjoy touching this man even if he wasn’t young and sexy.

  Miguel stared at him for several long moments. After a long moment, he nodded. “You sure?”

  “Oh, yes,” Reggie assured. “Please. Lie with me.” He tugged again, lightly. “If you can be patient, will you let me explore you?”

  “A-Are you sure?” Miguel asked, even as he slowly allowed Reggie to pull him forward. “I’d give just about anything to feel your touch,” he added while using his other hand to keep the blanket around his waist. “But I can wait until you’re ready.”

  Reggie scoffed roughly. “I’m nearing my fifty-fifth birthday, Miguel,” he murmured. “I think I’ve waited long enough.”

  Miguel nodded once, then flopped onto his back and grinned up at him. Releasing the blanket, which was visibly tented where it rested low across his hips, he rested his hand on his abs. With the tips of his forefingers, he rubbed up and down his treasure trail. He squeezed Reggie’s fingers with his other hand.

  “Feel free to do what you want, Reg,” Miguel all but purred. “I’m happy to let you do what you want with me.”

  Undeniable excitement thrummed through Reggie. He actually felt his prick give a twitch, as if threatening to rise again. Knowing at his age getting an erection twice in one evening would be a damn miracle, he ignored it. Instead, he focused on the beautiful young male lying next to him.

  Reggie lifted the blanket and pulled it over his own waist, sliding closer to Miguel. His heart raced. His throat grew dry. His palms felt sweaty.

  “Holy shit,” Reggie grumbled. “I feel like a teenager trying to cop a feel for the first time.”

  Miguel snorted, laughter filling the air.

  Growling under his breath, Reggie grumbled. “You don’t have to laugh at me.”

  Quickly sobering, Miguel still grinned up at him. “Sorry, handsome,” he murmured. At least he sounded contrite. Reaching for him, Miguel rested one hand o
n Reggie’s chest. With the other, he cupped his nape. “Come here and kiss me, Reg. Try to relax.”

  Reggie nodded. He rested his right arm beside Miguel’s shoulder and placed his other hand on the center of his lover’s chest. Kissing, he knew he could do. Lowering his head, he captured Miguel’s lips.

  Miguel immediately opened to him.

  Thrusting his tongue in deep, Reggie plundered Miguel’s mouth. He swiped across his teeth and rubbed against his lover’s tongue. Entreating Miguel’s appendage into his own mouth, Reggie suckled the muscle lightly.

  When Miguel fed Reggie a moan, followed by a second, he swallowed the sounds down. He reveled in the tingling vibrations and the press and slide of the other man’s lips against his own. Lifting his head, breaking the kiss, Reggie sucked in a harsh breath as he watched Miguel do the same.

  “You are so beautiful,” Reggie whispered. Sliding his right hand closer, he threaded his fingers through Miguel’s thick blond hair. “Amazing.”

  Miguel’s voice came out rough as he whispered, “You know, men don’t normally appreciate being called beautiful.” He grinned. “But coming from you, it does sound like a damn fine compliment.”

  Reggie chuckled. “It was meant to be, Miguel,” he assured. “You are a stunning man.” Leaning down, instead of kissing him again, he pressed his lips to the young man’s neck. Licking and nipping down the tendon, he mumbled against his skin, “Thanks for helping me relax. Now, I’m ready to get to that touching.”

  As Reggie spoke, he slid his hand down Miguel’s chest and did something he’d dreamed about doing plenty of times.

  Reggie grabbed another man’s hard cock.

  Chapter Eight

  Miguel grunted, surprise and pleasure flooding his body. He practically trembled with the need to rock into the tight grip Reggie had on his dick. Having not expected the brazen grasp, he couldn’t help the way his grip tightened on Reggie’s torso and neck.