by Lily Harlem
His wristwatch showed nearly eleven. He sat and this time did manage to read for a while, but not for long, then he decided to change what he was wearing. Perhaps he should be bare-chested with just his khaki shorts on? Yes. Hastily, in case Malik decided to show at that very moment, he tugged off the joggers he’d worn yesterday and pulled on neat shorts. They hugged his arse and sat low on his waist. He didn’t have the most defined abdominals in the world but they would certainly pass and if he tensed, a six-pack could be made out. The gym was his friend, when he had time to go.
Happy with how he looked, Leo sipped from a bottle of water and went to stand by the door.
A sagging feeling hit him. It was so late now, too late. Malik had changed his mind, he was sure of it. Leo sighed. And he’d felt so confident. Persuaded himself to feel confident.
He stared at a knot in the wood as the sagging weight in his belly turned to lead and sank lower and lower. Disappointment seeped through him like a poisonous weed, binding to all of his emotions, strangling hope.
There was quiet knock on the door.
Chapter Eleven
“Malik,” Leo said, opening the door a crack. It was hard to see in the darkness. “Is that you?”
“Let me in.” Malik’s voice. “Quick.”
“Yes, yes of course.” Leo pulled the door wide and the buttery light from his room spilled onto the gritty earth.
Malik stepped inside then hurriedly shut it again with his palms flat on the wood. He clicked the lock. “I didn’t think I would get away. I had to wait until everyone was sleeping.”
“They wouldn’t like you coming to see me?”
“Not for what we have in mind and I had no energy to think straight and answer questions, make up lies.” He paused, grinned. “You’ve got my brain addled. You’re all I can think about.”
Leo smiled. His world felt right again. Malik had wanted to come to him. He was here. Not only that, he—Leo—was all Malik thought about.
Everything was as he’d hoped.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Malik said, reaching for him and pressing a hard, passion-infused kiss to his lips. He pulled back. “I’ve been wanting to do that all day.”
Leo wrapped his arms around Malik, holding him for the first time. “And I’ve wanted you to do it all day.”
He licked his lips, sampling the lingering flavor of Malik and rubbed his hands down his back and up again. Thick muscles were roped with tendon. His shoulders felt impossibly broad, and Leo could just imagine the power held within them. Not an ounce of fat, just neat, lean muscle ready for action.
“This is going to get complicated,” Malik said.
“It always does.” Leo shrugged. “But tonight who gives a fuck. Right now it’s just us, here in the moment.” Leo kissed him, sought his tongue and murmured his approval when Malik squeezed his buttocks through his shorts. Oh, how he’d wanted this. To be pressed up against the man who’d stolen all of his fantasies and all of his dreams.
“Malik.” He gasped after a minute of frantic kissing and rubbing each other’s backs and buttocks through clothing. “Please, I want—”
“You want me,” Malik said. He grinned in a way that oozed sexual prowess and his eyelids became heavy.
“Yes.” Leo felt dizzy with lust, his thoughts on one-track only—fucking. It was all that could happen next, if it didn’t he’d go mad. “Now. Fuck me now.”
“Demanding white man, aren’t you?” In a sudden, brisk movement, Malik spun Leo around.
Leo grunted as Malik tipped him onto the bed. He supported himself on his hands with his arse in the air and feet on the floor. He wished he didn’t have the ugly healing stings on his back, but that couldn’t be helped and besides, Malik didn’t seem to mind.
A hard slap landed on his left buttock. “You know what demanding gets you, don’t you, Doctor?”
“What?” Leo asked gruffly. The smack had created a burning sensation on his arse that sent delicious tingles spreading outward over his flesh.
“Everything.”
“Give it to me.”
Malik dropped over him and touched his lips to Leo’s ear. He’d removed his top—Leo could feel flesh on flesh, his back to Malik’s chest. “You sure?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
Malik fumbled blindly with Leo’s button and fly zip. The agony of those extra few seconds to get naked pulled Leo’s patience in a hundred different directions. Soon the shorts were off, slung aside and forgotten.
“Mmm,” Malik said, straightening and palming Leo’s bare arse. “Sexy butt. Makes me want to fuck it until you can’t walk.”
“Do it.” Leo hung his head down. His cock thudded with his pulse beating through the thick veins. His arsehole trembled for stimulation, greedy for touch. “Lube,” he managed. “On the table, to your right.”
“Yes, I see it.”
Still Malik rubbed and massaged Leo’s buttocks, pushing them in big circles. The flesh was taut and didn’t give much, the skin at his crack stretched on the outward rotation making him moan with the sensual burn of it.
His hole was on show. He knew it, rude and ready for Malik to use as he wanted. Leo hoped he would keep his promise of hard and fast. It was what he needed after such a sexual dry spell.
A string of slaps hit his left buttock. The sound echoed around the small room and sung through Leo’s ears.
He loved the heat, the burn of a slap. How did Malik just get that? He moaned—a happy grumble that came up from his chest and vibrated through his throat. It was cut short when cool pressure circled the wrinkled skin of his anus.
“Let me in,” Malik said, pushing his finger in right up to his knuckle.
Leo forced himself to relax and relished that first touch, that first moment of being penetrated by Malik. “More,” he demanded, pushing his arse backward.
“Here.” Another slippery digit found its way in.
Leo dropped his forehead to the bed. All he wanted to do was concentrate on this luscious invasion.
“Damn, you’re tight,” Malik murmured. “Tight and hot and I can’t wait to sink my big dick deep. So deep you’ll think it’s coming out of your throat.”
The dirty talk added to Leo’s pleasure. “Tell me more. What else?”
Malik added a third finger and shoved deeper into Leo’s hole.
Leo jolted and gasped. He clenched his sphincter around Malik’s fingers.
Malik chuckled. “Oh, if that’s good, you just wait until my big, black cock shoves in hard. It will stretch you so wide, make you feel on fire and your cock will spurt till your balls are empty. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your name, got it?”
“Malik,” Leo whispered, his lips moving against the bed covers. He wanted him now. This quietly spoken man who was promising all the sin he could handle.
Malik thrust in and out, teasing Leo’s prostate and using his fingers like a fat cock to fuck him with. It felt glorious and he bucked for more.
“So greedy,” Malik murmured, upping the pace.
Leo reached for his dick and squeezed it, holding off the need to just let go and come in a sudden gush.
“Am I hitting it?” Malik asked, curling his fingers and applying pressure to the perfect internal spot as he pumped in and out.
“You know damn well you are,” Leo said, rocking on and off Malik’s fingers.
Malik withdrew. “Hang on for the ride,” he said. “I’m going to make you mine.”
Leo released his cock and fisted the sheets, screwing the material into his hands until his knuckles paled. He gritted his teeth and clenched his abdominal muscles. This was what he’d been waiting for, dreaming of.
Malik had hold of his buttocks again—he was spreading them wide, pushing them apart. Leo could only imagine how lewd Malik’s view must be of his now loose hole. It would be slightly open, parted and ready for him to push the tip of his dick into.
“Give me your hand,” Malik ordered.
“
What?”
“Your hand.” Malik released Leo’s arse. “I want you to feel what you are going to get.”
Leo let go of the bed covers and reached behind himself with his right hand. He was panting hard, his body coated in a dew of sweat. Malik grabbed his wrist and guided him.
Leo’s knuckles brushed over granite-hard flesh that was as hot as blood.
“Feel it,” Malik said. “This is what you will have to take.”
“Yes. Yes, fuck, yes.” He opened his hand, found Malik’s sheathed erection and gripped it. He gave it a good hard squeeze, dropped his touch to the root then to the tip to check out the size. “Jesus.” Damn, now he was having a momentary panic. That was one hell of a length and combined with a formidable girth, Leo knew it was going to be the biggest cock he’d ever taken.
“What do you think, white man?” Malik asked.
“Bring it on,” Leo said, hoping he sounded braver than he felt.
Malik chuckled. “You should lube me.” A cold squelch landed on Leo’s hands and he quickly smoothed it down the glorious shaft he held. He made it slick, rubbing a copious amount around the glans while he was at it. He wished he could see it, but perhaps this was enough for now. For this first time, seeing it might scare the hell out of him.
Malik groaned, long and low, then he yanked Leo’s hand away. “Enough. Now it is time.”
Leo re-gripped the sheets, buffered his knees against the bed and once again became aware of coolness on his arsehole. Malik had separated his buttocks and seated the tip of his cock at Leo’s entrance.
He pushed in, just an inch.
Leo held his breath as he was stretched around Malik’s glans.
“You handling it?” Malik asked.
Leo pulled in a breath. “Yes, give me all of it.” Leo bore down, pushed so that his opening widened and accepted more of Malik.
A harsh smack hit down on his buttock. He jolted and as he did so, Malik went on a fast ride to full depth. His balls smashed into Leo’s and his belly slapped onto Leo’s arse.
“Argh!” Leo shouted, muffling the sound in his blanket. It was heaven and hell, a density he’d never felt and a stretching that set him on fire. His prostate buzzed, the pressure intense. He scrabbled for his dick, circled it with his fingers and set up a fast jerking pace. He needed the diversion, the extra sensation to think about, otherwise he was going to be consumed by the dense filling.
“Fuck, that’s perfect.” Malik gripped Leo’s hips in a pincer-like hold. “So fucking perfect.”
He slid his cock almost out—withdrawing oh, so slowly and at contrast with his sudden fast entry.
Leo could make out every vein and ridge on Malik’s cock. His hole quivered, his flesh trembled. He felt the glans ridge buffer up, just on the inside of his sphincter.
“Black cock in a white hole. It looks amazing, Leo,” Malik said. “Damn, I wish you could see how beautiful we are together.”
Leo shut his eyes and tried to picture what Malik was seeing. His sphincter was no doubt stretched thin, and shiny with lube. Malik’s shaft, wrapped in latex, a thick wedge of flesh primed for tunneling in, unforgiving and uncompromising. “I can take it. Fuck me hard and fast like you promised.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. It’s what I want.”
“Get ready to be fucked then.”
“Yes…yes…ahhh…” Malik glided to full depth, but he didn’t linger there. Instead, he pulled almost out, so that again just the rim of his glans sat at Leo’s hole. “More.” Leo gasped.
Malik gave it, shoving in faster, harder this time.
Leo grunted. His knees whacked on the bed and his back jarred. “Again,” he demanded.
Malik withdrew, thrust forward, withdrew, thrust forward. He picked up a wild, animalistic pace.
Leo gave himself over. He could barely hold on. He was being bashed up and away then pulled back and onto Malik’s cock. He made himself rigid, a hard force for Malik to slam in and out of.
It was awkward to keep hold of his shaft but he did. Jerking himself root to tip over and over. His arm ached but he kept going. The orgasm hurtling toward him was huge. Huge and scary and he wasn’t sure how he’d survive it.
He grunted and groaned, huffed as the air was knocked from him. He could hear Malik panting, but he was more in control and was pacing their frenzied movements.
Deep inside, his prostate was being massaged. It was a hard, thorough kneading that hit fast and furiously each time he was penetrated to the max.
“I’m going to come.” Leo gasped. “Oh, fuck, so nearly there.”
“Yes, come. I want to feel your arse squeezing my cock as you come. Come. Come.”
The excitement in Malik’s voice tipped Leo over the edge. He stopped bothering to try to prolong the build-up and instead gave in to ecstasy. He reveled in that last climb to orgasm, allowing himself to harness every wonderful sensation.
All too soon it was there. His balls were compacted against his body, his cock a rod of marble in his hand. He held his breath, got lost in his climax and allowed it to rip through him.
Cum shot from his dick. His sphincter spasmed around Malik. He called out something incoherent and let a million different colors flash before his eyes. He pressed his cheek harder into the bed, shoved onto Malik’s thickness and continued to release pleasure from his shaft.
“Ah, yeah, me, too.” Malik groaned, his grasp on Leo’s hips increasing.
Leo knew there’d be bruises tomorrow but he didn’t care. He’d be proud of them.
“Ah…ah…yeah…” Malik cried out.
He shoved to the hilt, froze, and Leo could feel his cock pumping out his pleasure into the condom.
Leo’s arsehole clamped and released. His skin felt as though hundreds of tiny orgasms were crawling over it. He released his dick and curled his hands around the end of the mattress. He shook, trembled and dropped completely to the bed, unable to support himself any longer.
Malik came with him, landing heavily on his back. The air knocked from Leo’s lungs but he didn’t care. Malik’s weight was solid and real. He truly felt as if he’d been claimed by him.
“Fuck, sorry,” Malik said, raising his body a little so Leo could drag in oxygen. “You okay?”
“Never been fucking better in…my life,” Leo managed.
“I think I would agree.” Malik kissed his neck and up to his ear. “I think I have a new flavor—white.”
Leo giggled, his shifting back rocking up against Malik. “I’m glad you said white and not vanilla.”
“Ah, no, not vanilla, I like a little fun.”
“Mmm, me too. And that was perfect.” Leo paused. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you for trusting me to take us there.” Malik bit Leo’s shoulder lightly then kissed the sore spot. “I’m going to pull out now, okay.”
“I’d like you to stay deep inside all night but I guess that’s not going to happen.”
Malik said nothing. He lifted up and began to withdraw.
Leo felt as if the cock in his arse was never going to come out. On and on it slipped from his hole, the thick girth tugging at his delicate skin and rubbing over his sensitized prostate. It had barely softened and when it did finally pop out, Leo moaned at the loss of the sensation. Malik’s big dick was something he wanted in him again—and the sooner the better. He twisted on the bed, so he lay sideways. His arse was hot from the slaps and his cock sticky with cum. He’d have to wash the sheet but for now, he didn’t have the energy.
He looked up at Malik.
His lover was facing the other way, pulling on his trousers. Leo got just a glimpse of his sweet buttocks before his waistband slid over them. He still hadn’t seen the dick that had penetrated him so wonderfully.
“I am sorry,” Malik said. “I have to go.” He indicated the bottle of water on the table. “Can I?”
Leo nodded. “Yes, of course. But I wish you didn’t have to go.” Leo’s high began to sink. “I wish y
ou could stay here, with me.”
“That is impossible. What we just did would not be understood or tolerated in the village or by my family.”
“Yet you risked it, for me?” Malik leaned over him and brushed his palm over Leo’s messy hair.
“Yes, and it was worth it. If I hadn’t had my eyes opened to the modern world in Nairobi, I would never have dared follow my instincts to be with a man. But we all only have one life. It is important to claim what you want.” He brushed his lips over Leo’s. “And what you need.”
Chapter Twelve
“Tea?” Sister Afua called as Leo stepped into the hospital the next morning.
He glanced into the office and saw her, Salim and Malik clutching mugs of steaming liquid and sitting on a variety of hard plastic chairs and stools. The tea was nothing like the drink he’d enjoyed back home in England but he was becoming used to it, and at least it agreed with his stomach.
“Yes, please,” he said, wandering in and trying not to stare at Malik.
But it was hard not to. He looked gorgeous this morning. He wore a red T-shirt that was frayed around the collar, but far from making him seem poor, it just enhanced the rough, toughness of him and gave him a bit of a bad-boy air. It was also pretty damn tight over his pecs and his nipples, as usual, were erect.
Leo swallowed—the thought of tonguing them had increased the saliva in his mouth. God, he’d love to do that.
Sister Afua stood and busied making his tea.
Leo smiled at Salim.
Salim nodded a greeting in return then placed his cup aside and got to his feet. “I have lots to do,” he said. “Water to draw from the well and laundry to clean.” He shook his head. “So much laundry.”
“I am sorry,” Sister Afua said. “But thank you for helping out.”
Salim grinned broadly. “Anything for you, Sister.”
“See you later,” Leo said. He then turned to Malik. “Good morning, Malik.”
Malik stared down at his mug. “Hello, Doctor Leo.” He tugged on his bottom lip and tightened his hold on his cup. There was no eye contact—in fact, it seemed as though he was avoiding looking at Leo altogether.