by Jamie Craig
Using the tether, he hauled Scott close again, their erections rubbing together, his free hand cupping Scott’s ass. “I was planning on doing that anyway.”
He deliberately slowed down the next kiss, fusing their mouths together to steal every bit of breath Scott had left. When James tried to speed it up, Duke tightened his grip, fingers digging into the taut flesh, his tongue forcing Scott’s to retreat and simply accept it. Next time, he would let Scott do it his way. Right now, he needed to make it last as long as humanly possible.
Scott wrapped his hand around Duke’s cock, and every time Duke slowed down the kiss, Scott responded by flexing his fingers. The firm hold didn’t hurt, but it did make Duke’s flesh throb, each heavy thump of his heart pulsing through his flesh. Scott’s ass would be even tighter, hotter, than that. It would wrap around his length until the heat would threaten to melt Duke from the inside. The thought was a delicious torment, but even that wasn’t enough to make him rush.
He sank down to the edge of the bed, drawing Scott down with him. Under other circumstances, he would have lain back and let his partner weigh over him, but memories of their first time together, when Scott had ridden him and his entire world had flipped on end, compelled him to stay upright. Scott had no choice but to straddle his thighs, and the hot pressure along with the bump of cock to cock, drew a husky groan from Duke’s throat.
It only got more exquisitely torturous when Scott took both of their shafts in hand.
Scott moved his wrist slowly, mimicking the deliberate rhythm of Duke’s mouth against him. Duke could feel the tension in Scott’s muscles, and he didn’t miss the occasional shiver that wracked Scott’s frame. But he had ceded the control, now following Duke’s lead without fighting him. Every inch of Scott’s body drove him crazy, each point of contact electrified by Scott.
Duke’s fingers strayed from their hold to find the warm crease between Scott’s cheeks. He tickled the skin at the top first, refusing to indulge in his desire for more until the need became too great to deny any longer. Then, he only traveled a few inches, stopping before he found the tight hole. Back and forth, he went, memorizing the route until it was as ingrained as breathing. He never ventured lower. Not even when Scott was shaking within his arms.
“Oh…Owen…please. God, you’re making me crazy.” He tore his mouth from Duke’s and closed his lips around the skin on his throat. He sucked at the flesh, and it occurred to Duke that he should stop Scott before he marked the skin. He didn’t want to have to go to work with giant hickeys visible above his shirt collar. But he couldn’t find the energy to actually give voice to those thoughts. It was much easier to just drop his head back and moan as Scott moved to new patches of skin.
Scott claimed he was being driven crazy. Twice now, he’d characterized the contact between them like that. What he didn’t know—maybe what he couldn’t see past his own fierce desires—was how hard it was for Duke not to just take everything he had to offer and devour him on the spot. He’d thought of little else over the past month. Fantasies of Scott, of waking up with him in the morning, of fucking him senseless whenever the whim took him, had consumed nearly every waking moment, and all of his sleeping ones. The force of it had frightened him more than once. It had been enough to stop him from looking Scott up right away, using work as a convenient excuse. It still frightened him.
But what frightened him more was losing Scott entirely. So he was going to prove to both of them just how worth it, it really was.
Though his fingers trembled, he added a few more inches to their journey, finally finding the clenching muscle they both wanted him to explore. He didn’t stop and penetrate, but instead skimmed over the opening, absorbing the heat and texture before sliding away. Scott whimpered against his skin, and the need in that single sound was enough for Duke to move his hand back down.
Duke continued to tease and caress, and the lighter his touch became, the harder Scott sucked and bit at his throat. He moved his hips, too, pushing their erections together, and grinding against Duke’s body. Duke understood the need to move. He understood Scott’s hunger for friction. Sweat rolled down Scott’s skin, and similar drops gathered at the back of Duke’s neck. Even if the room was frigid, Duke had no doubt that Scott would make him sweat.
When he finally pressed his finger into Scott’s tight channel, he was rewarded with a low whimper.
“You’re not riding me this time.” Duke trailed his lips over Scott’s damp temple, his mouth prickling at the heat and salt. “I plan on laying you back and pounding into you until neither one of us can move.”
Scott shuddered. “God, Owen, I’ve been dreaming of that for months. Been dreaming of you.”
“No more dreaming. For either of us.”
Though he adored the idea of making Scott beg for it even more, the thought of prolonging the agony was no longer nearly as appealing as it had been. Gripping Scott’s ass, Duke twisted to the side, tilting forward to stretch James out on top of the blankets. They were kissing before Scott’s head hit the pillow, their bodies aligned for the bliss that was yet to come. Duke didn’t even have to coax Scott’s legs apart. They opened naturally, giving him space to get situated, each brush against the other man’s balls causing both of them shiver.
“Duke…you better grab a condom now…” He ran his heels along the back of Duke’s legs. “Otherwise, we might forget completely.”
He didn’t want a condom. He wanted to feel Scott’s heat squeezing around his length without any kind of barrier between them. But he knew that wasn’t smart, even if he trusted Scott’s word. It was too soon for that level of commitment, even though he realized deep in his heart that he wanted that, too.
Reluctantly, he tore away from Scott’s mouth to reach for the lube and condom he’d left on the nightstand for just this purpose. He pressed the packet into Scott’s hand. “I want you to put it on me.”
Scott accepted it and smiled up at him—it was almost dazzling in its pleasure. He ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and plucked the condom out. Duke held himself still above Scott, his cock jutting between them. He tried not to shiver when Scott pressed the cool rubber against the head, but as Scott’s clever fingers unrolled it down his length, he couldn’t stop his shudder of pleasure. When he had it in place, Scott’s fingers danced over his thighs and across his heavy sac.
“Ready,” he breathed.
He sat up then, though he really didn’t want to. He wasted no time coating his fingers and cock with the lube. He wasted even less smearing it around Scott’s opening and thrusting his fingers inside.
“Will you be all right if I don’t stretch you?” God, he hoped Scott said yes, though he’d take whatever time was necessary to make this as good for Scott as it was going to be for him.
“I’ll be all right,” Scott assured him quickly. He slid closer to Duke and wrapped his legs around Duke’s waist, pulling him against his body. “Can’t wait anymore.”
Nothing had ever sounded so good. Duke propped himself up on his knuckles, reaching between to grasp his cock at the base and angle it downward. The covered tip dragged over Scott’s balls, along velvety skin, finding its home at the fierce heat of his slick hole. He could have slammed into him right then, buried himself in a single stroke and probably climaxed from just that. But that wouldn’t have been what was best for Scott, and ultimately, far from what Duke truly wanted.
He nudged forward. The tense muscle resisted the first push, and he searched Scott’s face for any sign of discomfort. There was none. There was a sheen of sweat, and a flare of nostrils, and desire burning bright in his eyes, but nothing else that might indicate pain.
Duke thrust a little harder, a little deeper, and moaned when the resistance yielded to him, allowing him to sink a few more inches without any effort at all.
Each inch he gained was absolutely exquisite. The heat, the pressure, the way Scott moaned, the smell of his sweat, the salty taste of his lips—completely, absolutely exquisite.
It twisted Duke up in every way. Scott’s walls tensed and fluttered, and his flesh seemed to echo Duke’s own heartbeat. Scott wrapped his arms around Duke, his fingers pressing into Duke’s back, his mouth sliding along Duke’s jaw to find his ear.
“Fuck me, Owen. I want to still be feeling it next week.”
The sheer hunger in Scott’s voice startled him into driving forward the last few inches, his balls slapping almost painfully against Scott’s skin. Scott arched away from the bed, like he wanted to suck even more of Duke into his flesh, but Duke had a promise to fulfill, one he desired as much as his lover.
He withdrew swiftly, stopping only when the head of his cock threatened to breach the tight ring. Scott’s words filled his head, mixing with everything he’d fantasized about for the past six weeks, and he drove back in with all his strength, heedless of anything but the need to claim this man as his.
“Oh, fuck…yes.” His fingers dug into Duke’s flesh. “God, like that.” Duke pulled out and slammed forward again, prompting another encouraging shout. “Don’t stop.”
Duke had absolutely no intention of stopping. Ever, if he could help it. Scott’s body was beyond welcoming, clinging to him, holding him deep inside each time he thrust his hips. Occasionally, Duke would fear that he was moving too hard, that he was asking too much of Scott. But when he tried to slow, or even pause long enough to make sure that he wasn’t hurting him, James only responded with a moan of protest at the broken rhythm.
He’d waited all night for this—hell, longer than that. Six weeks, eight, maybe even since before meeting Scott face-to-face. Nothing had ever felt so good than to be bound tight to James, than to feel his desperate hands claw and scratch at his back, than to revel in the tremors that occasionally overtook his arms as he struggled to hold Duke even closer. His mouth found Scott’s without problem, and the kisses that jolted between them were just as needy as the rest of their bodies.
Everything inside of Duke burned. Small flames licked at his stomach and chest and throat. There was a high buzzing in his ears, and it was almost enough to drown Scott’s moans, and Duke’s answering sighs. And no matter what he did, it didn’t quite seem to be enough. He moved faster, and Scott begged for more. He moved harder, and Scott whimpered and writhed as though trying to increase the pressure. Yet, Scott’s face and eyes betrayed what could only be complete bliss. Like everything Duke did was absolutely perfect.
“James…”
The single word was all his tight lungs could manage. It came out breathy and not nearly as assertive as his thrusts, but the weight of everything he felt carried on his voice, or he hoped it carried, because he needed Scott to realize this wasn’t just about the sex. It had never been about the sex. Always, from that first sparkling smile, it had been about James.
“Owen…please…”
Duke didn’t know what he was pleading for, but he would give James anything. There wasn’t any part of himself that he would hold back if Scott asked for it. There wasn’t any part of himself he would deny.
“Owen…I’m so…”
Duke sat up on his knees, lifting Scott’s ass farther from the bed, and adjusting his angle. The new position allowed him to drive harder into Scott’s body, and the sudden widening of his eyes told Duke that was exactly what he had been trying to ask for.
The clenching around his cock was maddening, each shuttle in and out of the welcoming passage hurtling him that much closer to orgasm. He refused to come before Scott, though. Half of what made this worth it was knowing he would be the one to make James shatter. He wanted to witness every vibrant second of it, so as much as he wanted to smother Scott’s body with his, he maintained his position, ploughing into him, scraping across his prostate, reaching for his gorgeous cock and stripping it from base to dripping tip.
“I can’t take…” The rest of his words were lost, his voice breaking into pieces as Duke drove into him. His cock twitched against Duke’s hand, his length throbbing as streams of come erupted from him. Duke didn’t stop moving his hips or his hand, fucking every last drop, every shudder, every moan out of Scott’s body.
His mouth watered at the fresh smell filling the room. Each jerk of Scott’s cock sent an answering reverberation straight into Duke’s shaft, adding to the tumult already threatening to overtake him, but it was the reach of Scott’s hand, the way his trembling fingertips grazed along the front of Duke’s thigh, that undid everything inside him.
He drove into Scott’s ass one last time, his shout echoing in his ears. His body wouldn’t stop shaking, not from his cock to his toes, and he grappled for some kind of real hold on Scott’s sweaty flesh. Once he found it, his grip tightened. He wasn’t letting go.
Not now. Not ever.
“God, Owen.” James released a trembling breath. “So…is this what happens after a two-month dry spell?”
“Don’t even think it.” Without leaving the heat of Scott’s body, Duke leaned down and met him eye to eye. “There is no way I’m waiting two months again. I don’t care how good that was.”
“There’s no way I’d let you,” Scott promised. “I just…I mean, that was unbelievable.”
He glanced down between the bodies and grinned. “I think we might have ruined your tie, though.”
“I’m pretty sure I never liked this tie, anyway,” Scott murmured, pulling on Duke’s arm until he bent close enough to taste the salt on Scott’s lips. “Unless you like it, then I’ll buy a dozen more.”
“I like you in them.” He traced along Scott’s swollen mouth, gentle and soothing. “I like you, James. And I want the chance to prove to you we can make this work, no matter what.”
“I like you, too. A lot. Maybe…maybe there’s something to the suggestion of living together?”
He smiled. “I seem to recall already telling you there was.”
“I didn’t know if we were being serious.”
“Well, according to everyone at work, I have no sense of humor anyway, so I must have been serious.”
Scott smiled, his eyes warm and more than a little sleepy. “You have a great sense of humor, but I’ll keep that in mind in the future. I’ve never, ever suggested that to anybody else in my life, so I must have been serious, too.”
The possibility of the future stretching out in front of them, a future comprised of two lives entwining, their steps complementary and always together, filled Duke with even more joy than the simple pleasure of the sex. He closed the distance between them and sealed their mouths together.
He wasn’t letting go.
Not now. Not ever.
THE END
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Jamie Craig is the collaboration of Vivien Dean and Pepper Espinoza. Both have been in love with romance, adventure, fantasy, and the written word since childhood. Pepper lives in Utah with her dog and cats and loves to golf when she’s not working. Vivien lives in Northern California with her husband and two teenagers.
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