by Sky McCoy
I reached for Dorian’s smooth handsome face, gazed at him, rubbing my thumb along his soft lips, then placed my hand behind his neck, and brought him to me. I heard him breathe, and smelled the soap he’d used for a bath. It had a fragrance of lemon. Like the fresh lemonade I’d made to sell as a child. Now those sights and sounds came back to me. I sucked at Dorian’s shaven skin, brushed my lips against his mouth. I couldn’t get enough of him.
I felt as if I’d seen him for the first time. His lips full and pink, his green eyes smoldering, and his sexy pretty face smooth. He could have been a model for one of those men’s magazines, where they’d voted Dorian as the sexiest man of the year, or century. I passed both palms along his wide shoulders, and down to his small waist. Our eyes locked, blue on green, and the heat from our eyes couldn’t be dismissed. We both wanted each other. Not tomorrow, but today.
I placed my hand behind his head. He didn’t move away or shudder as I brought him closer, pulling him into me where our cocks met. I brushed my lips over his, softly kissed him without tongue, our kisses lingering, our cocks pulsating against each other.
Then I dipped my face against his, our eyes meeting, my nose against his hair and I smelled his aftershave and deodorant and the musk from his arousal. I closed my eyes and heard this song “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran.
This man was just perfect for me. Then Dorian kissed me hard with the roughness of a man, biting my lip. He’d take control now, as if he didn’t want that tender slow-burning kiss I’d placed on his lips.
It was as if he needed something hard, something rough which I hadn’t given him. I had to talk first. I didn’t want to start this way. I needed him to sit and listen to me. I knew if I had enough time to tell him everything, he’d be the man I thought he would be. He’d understand why I did what I did, but I needed a lot of time. I didn’t even think a day would be enough to make him understand just what he would have to deal with if only he’d be my husband.
I knew what I needed to tell him would be a lot to contend with—a child, my brother Carter, my older brothers who would see us dead, before they’d admit that there were gay men in their family. And then there was Jack.
Not even a day or week could cover everything I had to tell Dorian. Maybe a year or two would cover the pain and anguish in the Westbrook family, but I didn’t have a year or two. I had this moment and this time because nothing was guaranteed.
Dorian leaned in, took my mouth with a growl, sliced through my lips after kissing and tugging at my lips with his teeth. Our bodies locked, rubbed cloth against cloth, with my cock chafing against the material separating us. I felt the hardness and heat of his steel shaft against my fierce arousal.
Then Dorian pushed back and I looked at him as if I’d been drowning, and he’d pulled me out of the murky water with my breathing accelerating, and my heart racing. He reached for my hand and led me to the couch. When I sat confused because too much blood had rushed throughout my body, we stared at each other and Dorian reached for the side of me and pulled the cushion from the sofa and threw it to the floor.
Dorian’s hand reached for my slacks, unbuttoned, unzipped, and tugged out my shirt. I wanted to say, “Stop! I have to tell you this before we go further,” but I couldn’t. I wanted him more now than ever. Hurried and breathless, I helped him pull down my pants and boxers down to my ankles. He sat back on his thighs, removed my shoes and tossed them across the room, then he glared up at me.
“You called me a submissive slut. Maybe I am, but I’m your slut and don’t you forget it. You’re the only man I’ll be submissive to, and I’ll be your slut for as long as we’re together.”
Oh fuck me but my cock ached and I reached and pulled it out. It shot forward.
There were no words passed between us because none were necessary. His eyes told me everything. His mouth opened and he extended his tongue to tease the underside of my length.
My head fell back, eyes closed, when his warm mouth covered my cock. He rested his hands on my thighs as he leaned forward allowing my length to go deep into his throat. Dorian’s cheeks sucked me in hard, I almost had an orgasm at that moment.
Opening my mouth, I gave out a fulfilling pleasurable moan, flexing my hips and driving them forward.
“Dorian. Dorian, I love you.” I heard someone say, and that someone was me.
This had been the first time I’d had a man I loved suck my cock. It was freeing, hot, and sexy. I reached for Dorian’s curls and grabbed a handful as I tugged him closer, pulled his head forward, watching him, feeling him take my cock deep into the back of his throat without gagging.
I felt his tongue caressing the head of my cock and into its slit as pre-cum leaked onto his smooth tongue. Then Dorian swallowed and pulled off, his firm palm and fingers encircling my hard shaft as his thumb stroked the underneath of it. His mouth sucked me back in, pulling me deeper, never releasing the hold his fist had, wrapped around my cock.
His tongued caressed, sucking unmercifully at my aroused shaft. I refused to give up that wonderful feeling as his mouth pulled and sucked, his tongue teasing out bit by bit of my cum from the slit of my cock’s head.
My eyes were riveted by the handsome loving man between my legs, caressing my balls with one hand, manipulating the underside of my cock with his thumb, sucking slowly and pulling with his mouth, up and down until my body shuddered under his hands. He’d been the one to control my body with such precision that I could hardly call him a submissive slut. He’d been a slut alright, but a Dominant slut, and he’d taken everything from me in those minutes he’d gone down on me.
I didn’t know how I could hold out any longer, because the feeling was something I’d never experienced in all of my thirty-something years, and I knew then that I wanted Dorian to be mine, and I wanted to belong to him and have him belong to me. When Dorian gave out a passionate growl with my cock inside his mouth, it grew longer and harder if that was even possible. Dorian never stopped working my length, with his mouth, his palm, and fingers squeezing harder around my stiff cock until I gave up, and the cum flowed freely into his mouth.
Yet Dorian continued working me, until my cock grew hard and aroused once more. His mouth sucked hard, his breath heated against my shaft, my cock so stiff I thought it would break. Once more Dorian worked me, and once more I refused to give up this feeling. Dorian had been relentless, his hands and mouth not tiring.
Only a man could have this stamina, and work me the way Dorian was—insatiable, unyielding, resilient, and fucking awesome. I didn’t want to give up this selfish, greedy, mouth-fucking feeling, but I had no choice when Dorian’s frantic sucking, milked my cock in ways no woman or man had done before.
The floodgates opened up once more, the heat soared through me down to my shaft, and Holy fuck, I’d crossed the Rubicon and there was no turning back. I couldn’t hold back if I’d wanted, and I didn’t want. The pulse of my length, the unquestionable need gave way to a wonderful climax. One that I’d never had before and would never get again if I tried for a hundred years.
I lay spent with my head back, my hands clutching Dorian’s hair. When I got the strength to look down at Dorian, he still had my semi-erect cock in his mouth as he sucked the last of my cum and swallowed.
“You are un-fucking-believable, baby.”
As I tried to pull my pants up, I had a hard time.
Dorian watched me and chuckled. “Let me help you.”
Once I’d tucked my shirt into my pants, I pulled Dorian near me. He laid his head across my lap, looking up at me with those beautiful green eyes.
“What did I do to deserve a man like you? It’s as if I’ve waited for you all my life,” I confessed to Dorian. “Do you know how beautiful you are? Not just in looks—although that helps—but you have a wonderful spirit. Look at the shit you’ve put up with me,” I admitted.
“I was wondering about that too. I mean, how the fuck did I put up with all your shit?” he chuckled. “While we’re trying to figur
e out the questions of life, and who’s more fucked up than the other, I need to clean up.” Dorian attempted to rise from his position on the floor. He glanced at me, then said, “I want you to know that I confess to my part in this misunderstanding between us.”
Passing my hand over Dorian’s hair I asked, “Lay here for a minute more. I need to tell you something.” I brushed my thumb along his jaw, leaned forward and kissed his forehead.
“I’m sure it will take more than a minute. A lifetime maybe,” Dorian chuckled, and rose and stood up. “Where’s the restroom. I’ll be right back, by then I’m sure you’ll have solved the universal problems that are bothering you and me.”
He rose, leaned over and kissed me. I smelled the scent of my dick on his mouth. I held on to his hand, not wanting to let it go for fear he’d run away.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to the restroom, not leaving town.”
Finally I released my hold on him and stood to watch him enter the restroom.
Pacing, I practiced what I’d say to him. “Tell him about my brother Carter first. Tell him about the baby, and then my plans for us,” I murmured. Maybe introduce the idea of seeing my brothers, announce to them that Dorian is my partner, and we’ll probably marry, so get the fuck over it. I had plans, too bad they were all in my head.
After Dorian had entered the restroom, and I heard the water running, a faint knock came to the door. The door opened and Parker strolled in carrying the baby in a harness across his shoulder.
“Parker, this isn’t a good time.” I leaned and gave Jacqueline a kiss. “What are you doing here?” I whispered. “It’s not a good time. You have to go.”
“There hasn’t been any sunshine in days and I thought it was warm enough to bring the baby out. I thought everyone would love to see the baby. You said that you wanted me to bring her down to show her off, but now there’s no one here—not even your secretary.”
“They’ve all gone for the day. I thought you’d bring her around when she’s a little older. You have to leave, Parker, now.” Parker narrowed his eyes as if he didn’t understand. I placed my hand on his shoulder to lead him to the door, however, when I turned, Dorian had been standing with a grave look on his face. As if he thought I’d fooled him into making an ass out of himself. His eyes glowed with anger, his brow furrowed and he shook his head.
“You don’t have to go, Parker. I’m leaving, you belong here with Jeremy, and I can see that I don’t. I won’t come back, Jeremy.” I stood in shock because I didn’t think this sort of shit could happen again.
“Dorian don’t go. Let me explain.” I moved to get him and he pulled back searching around for his backpack.
Raising his hands. “No explanation is necessary. You have a partner and he has a baby. I assume it’s your baby?”
“She is my baby—”
“So I was right. You took the first man who’d agreed to raise your child.”
Dorian cut me off and Parker stood next to me speechless. What could he say anyway? He was nothing to me but a baby nurse. It wasn’t as if he could come to my rescue because he didn’t know what he’d be rescuing me from. I was sure he knew enough to stay out of my business, especially if it was between two men.
“So you admit that you have a baby. You could have told me about her. Now I’m afraid it’s too late.” Dorian crossed his arms, reached for his backpack, turned his back to me and before I could get past Parker, he was out of the door, and into the elevator.
“What the fuck do I do now? I’m just too tired. This man/man relationship is too exhausting. I didn’t know it would be this fucking hard or I would have stuck with women,” I said in a hapless voice.
Parker and I were standing in the secretary’s office listening to the doors to the elevator close and head down.
“If you think being a gay man is hard, trying being a straight man and have to deal with women. Now that’s fucking insane,” Parker admitted, turning to me. “I’m going back to put your baby down to sleep and will take a nap with her. I think we all have had enough excitement for the day. Professionally speaking, you need some rest Jeremy, you look drained.” Parker didn’t realize how true his words were.
Parker turned, shrugged his shoulders, strode back to my office, and picked up the diaper bag, but before he reached the door, he swiveled on the balls of his heels. “Give him time. Any man that gets that upset really likes you. If he didn’t, he’d walk out of here calm and you’d never see or hear from him again. Don’t worry, Jeremy. Rest. That’s what you need now.”
Parker patted me on the shoulder. I gave my baby girl a goodbye kiss on her little forehead. What I needed was a hug, but not from Parker. My emotions overwhelmed me, and I did everything to keep from asking Parker for a hug. After all, everyone needed someone to make them feel that tomorrow would be better. That was what Parker did for me with his words.
“I’ve been there, when my wife left me. I know you’ll see him again. That man is passionate and has fire, and it’s all aimed at you.”
That was what I’d been afraid of. Him aiming his passionate fire at me. Fire was known to burn everything that got in its way.
However, Parker did have a few encouraging words and I suspected he’d prove to be everything I needed—a man with a good perception of people and life, someone to give me advice when I needed some. Nevertheless, today I needed a drink to accompany that advice, and Dorian to share my bed and life with. But, one thing at a time, one day at a time. And so far this beautiful sunshiny day had turned out to be a bummer.
There was one thing I was happy about, which was that my little girl recognized me and if I had nothing else, I’d have her unconditional love. Children gave that to you freely. Teenagers not so much, but then that was a long way off.
Chapter 12
Dorian
Walking into Jeremy’s office to see where he spent his days made me feel unbelievable lucky at first. I had the most handsome man in all of Seattle. Tall, a fucking great body and sexy as hell. He didn’t mind going to his knees and giving a blowjob, and damn if he didn’t know something about sucking cock.
I’d worked myself up by thinking he had sucked someone else’s cock before me, but I’d put that out of my mind because that notion would have me angry and resentful, and I didn’t want that in my life anymore. I needed to trust him in order to move forward. I needed to change and so I entered his office with the thoughts that I would adjust my approach to life and change for him. I’d listen to what he’d wanted to tell me, and we’d start our lives over.
However, life didn’t go according to our plans. It had its own timeline.
When I’d walked into his office I watched as he sat behind a stately modern chrome and glass desk, dressed perfectly in those luxurious suits. Hanging around the walls were expensive colorful paintings. When I’d gotten a chance, I’d peeked at one to discover that the artist had dedicated it to him.
The painting had been of a man and woman lying on the grass with a picnic basket. Looking closely at the man’s face, it appeared to be Jeremy. A shot of adrenalin coursed through me and my face reddened from jealousy. It was just a picture with a woman and I knew the truth now that he was a gay man and he loved me the way I love him.
To my left a large sofa was set in the back of the room, and I imagined that he’d fucked some man on it, the way he’d fucked me in my office. The leather and chrome chairs were set out around the room, and a small conference table stood facing the large floor-to-ceiling windows. I strolled up behind one of the two chairs facing his desk. A large bookcase with rows of law books took up the rest of the wall space. Behind Jeremy were more floor-to-ceiling windows where he must have daydreamed on some days because of the beautiful Seattle skyline when there wasn’t much fog or rain.
I wanted to drag him from that desk and let him have me the minute I strolled into his office, but I had to keep up appearances and keep to the mantra that business and pleasure didn’t mix—his words not mine. The meeting tod
ay was supposed to be a business arrangement, however, after business had been discussed, there was supposed to be time for the personal things he wanted me to know he considered important.
The only important thing I’d been concerned about was for us to start over. When were we going to put those things behind us? I knew I had been guilty of carrying around my own petty resentments and heavy baggage, but I wanted to make things right. Today. I didn’t want to lose this man now that I’d found him. It was incumbent on me to own it.
Own up to my part in the misunderstanding—my words not his.
I knew I’d been an ass. I had to have things perfect, and the world wasn’t a perfect place neither was he or me. It was an ugly truth and it had been hard facing up to that. Who the fuck is perfect? I wanted a perfect man, handsome, tall, and gay, who wouldn’t fuck around on me. I wanted a perfect home like the one I’d designed for myself with my perfect partner or husband. Not a straight man looking for a one-night stand. Not a man who would fuck around on me like Phillip. I didn’t think I was expecting too much, but then we never got what we wanted or expected.
We got what the world and life gave us.
When I’d walked into Jeremy’s office, looking around at all that defined who he was from his clothes to that high-end office, to his law degrees hanging on the wall, along with the pictures, I’d seen a small snapshot of what he used to be. He was a different man now, or so I thought and wanted to believe.
I thought I’d found the man I wanted and needed, and he’d known what I’d expected from him. I’d gone to meet him because I took him at his word. The man he’d been with yesterday, meant nothing to him, and yet as I went to my knees, placed his large, full, heated cock down my throat, with him fucking my mouth, he made me feel as if there was no one but me, and I was all he had, or ever wanted.
Now I found that he’d led me on and just wanted to get me to give him a blowjob—be his fuckboy when his cock got hard. That selfish, arrogant, rich prick. There was no end to his abuse, I thought. I should have known the night I met him and he’d said that he was straight that I’d be in for a shitstorm if I ever put myself out and expected this man to love me.