Fascination Series Boxed Set: Books 1-3

by Sky McCoy

  “Dorian when are you going to tell me that you want to be with me? I can’t take this any longer,” Jeremy said, his tongue swiping his bottom lip. “I know what will soften you up.”

  Then his knees hit the floor and he opened my button and zipper, pulling down my jeans. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to suck your cock,” he whispered, looking up at me. When he’d taken my length out of my pants and it sprang forward, there was little doubt that I wanted this as much as he wanted to suck me.”

  He placed his mouth over it and I reached for his silky thick hair and directed my cock into his mouth. It was déjà vu all over again when he would come to me frantic, go to his knees and take what he wanted, and that was to suck me dry. I’d never been that satisfied in my life.

  I felt the pre-cum oozing into his mouth and he almost had me coming in his throat when my phone rang. Jeremy pulled away from my length and sat back on his thighs, slanted his head, waiting. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and glanced at it.

  “I have to take this.”

  “Then answer it. Is it your boss and ex?”

  “No. It isn’t.”

  “Then who?” Jeremy questioned. I sat up and glanced at Jeremy. “Who’s calling?”

  “Do I grill you like this?”

  “Yes you do. You wanted to know who the man was carrying Jacqueline and I told you. I couldn’t help if you didn’t believe me, but I told you the truth.”

  “The truth is it’s someone I have a date with when I leave you.” It was a bitter admission but I needed to tell him the truth.

  “So you’ve fucked another man knowing how I felt about you, and how you felt about me.”

  “I’ve never fucked anyone since I’ve been with you.”

  Then he said something under his breath, “You’re a slut.”

  “What did you call me? A slut.”

  “If you heard me the first time, then why did you want me to repeat it?” He tried to take that back. “I was just jealous. It came out wrong.”

  “Maybe it’s wrong to be here with you. I have a date and I’m going to keep it.” I tried pulling up my pants, but Jeremy pulled them down to my ankles, and with his strength turned me onto my front with my face pressed on the duvet.

  I felt his warm mouth kiss my buttocks and then nip at them. At that moment my body had been fascinated by his tender caress. He passed his palms slowly up and down, opening my ass cheeks, sliding his warm tongue down my crack, before settling on my taut hole.

  Jeremy rimmed, sucked, and lulled me into an unconscious state. I couldn’t move. He pulled my ass forward, and I instinctively went to my knees pushing my ass up into his wonderful mouth, enjoying the rhythm of his tongue. He reached around and took possession of my cock and started at the base, then pulled it to the tip as he milked it. His mouth, tongue, and hands kept the same rhythm, and just when I’d been ready to cum into his hands he stopped.

  Craning my head round, I watched in fascination as he stroked his own steel cock, spit on his hands and rubbed it against my tight ring, before driving his shaft deep into my expectant throbbing hole.

  Then he began pushing and pulling out, driving back inside, fucking me rough and hard,

  “Can that man you’re going to see tonight do this for you,” he taunted, drilling into me like he’d never done before. “Tell that man that you’re mine, and if he wants you he will have to be a better man than me, fuck you and suck your cock the way I do. How many tops will suck a bottom’s cock?” Jeremy questioned, plowing into me harder than before. Can he fuck you like this, Dorian? Can he make you come at will the way I’m getting ready to do?”

  I’d managed to answer in between the groans, grunts, cries, and moans coming from the both of us. “It’s not all about the sex.” My voice sounded feeble, not believing my own words.

  Jeremy shot his hips forward at hearing my words, and drilled deep into me. I screamed from the pleasure when he hit my prostate, with cum shooting on my fist, and on the beautiful covering on the bed. My hole tightened around his thick steel-like cock, unable to release it until Jeremy had ejaculated his warm sperm into my body.

  Jeremy pulled out and I stayed on my knees, then he eased the pain in my hole with the warmth of his mouth. When he pulled away, I sank into the mattress over my thick cum.

  I heard his shoes on the floor and him zipping up. “With men and women it’s always about the sex. And since I’ve fucked both, then I think I have a little more experience and knowledge.”

  As Jeremy turned to walk away, my phone rang again. This time he turned to me, picked up the phone I’d thrown on the bedside table, forgetting to turn it off because of my argument with him. I finally answered it. I knew who it was—Christian. And I thought Jeremy would give me some privacy and clean up, but he didn’t. He stood there gazing at me with deepened blue fiery eyes.

  “Yes, I’ll be there. Give me an hour.” I needed that time to explain to Jeremy that Christian didn’t mean anything to me, and that I’d tell him I could only have a friendly relationship.

  “I’m busy now, Christian. I’m hungry. Order the food, I’m coming.”

  When I looked up, Jeremy had left me alone and probably gone to clean up. I expected to find him in the bathroom, but he wasn’t there. I cleaned up, pulled the soiled duvet off the bed, placing it where it could be cleaned. I entered the elevator and took it to the first floor and when I looked around there was no Jeremy.

  I knew he was upset, but I thought he’d wait around and we could talk about all the shit that had been going on between us. I wanted to explain about how I came to meet Christian, and I needed to hear about his child. I thought he had called her Jacqueline.

  However, now I found that the tables were turned and I was left trying to explain to someone who didn’t want to hear what I had to say. Wasn’t that me before tonight?

  Chapter 17

  Jeremy

  What a fucking ass I turned out to be. I hadn’t called Dorian. I knew I’d been tired with what I had to contend with but I should have made an effort to go to his home to explain. However, I’d maintained the same behavior that had gotten me into this mess. My arrogant stubborn straight-guy personality—if you didn’t want me the way I was, then fuck it, I was not changing, you’d have to change for me—that dumbass straight-guy attitude I’d used on women.

  I’d thought that would work with a man. Boy was I fucking wrong.

  The same thing I’d accused Dorian of doing, not listening to me, and trusting me when I told him about Parker. He’d tried to tell me to trust him, and what did I do, I walked out without hearing him out.

  And I had the balls to expect him to sit around waiting for me. I wouldn’t wait for me if it had been the other way around. I knew now what I had to do.

  I had to come up with something to get our relationship back where we could work this out, and I could get some stability in my life before it spiraled out of control, and I was sitting here with no one, fucking my own hand because there is no way I’d want any man, but Dorian. I was smart enough to know that he was the only man for me, and I hope he realized the same thing one day.

  When I wasn’t being my usual self, I’d noticed that he’d warmed up to me. I felt him as I entered inside his body. It opened for me. There was no resistance, no struggle, he gave all of himself, even as I tried to dominate him with my steely hostile cock.

  Dorian tried to explain to me about the phone call, but I’d become, for the first time, a man jealous of anyone he’d taken time to talk to or be with. It was then I had a chance to see how he’d felt, but I’d blown it, and instead of me talking to him, where we could come to an understanding, I wanted to punish him for making me feel like a man scorned.

  I’d been too eager to claim his ass. But how could I not want his handsome face lying beneath me, looking up at me, or his hard ass tempting me, teasing me to the point that nothing else mattered but to have his cock in my mouth, my cock in his pucker, watching
his ass open up where I could take him and claim him as all mine.

  I thought when I met Dorian at the house that it would be nothing but business, but I knew better. The minute I decided to use all of Dorian’s ideas about decorating the house, he would get upset and he did. I’d counted on it.

  But I’d tell him that I’d done this for him and me and explain to him how I came to have a child, and then let him decide if he wanted to be with me after that.

  If he reacted positively, and I thought that he would, I would be able to tell if Dorian was the right man for me and my child. However, as usual, life got in the way as it often did and once again we were back to where we started, or maybe worse because while I was suffering and unsure of how I was going to carry off this “gay man, single father” shit, Dorian was planning his life and meeting a man he was going on a date with. Well, good fucking luck to the man he was going to meet, because I didn’t think he’d be able to perform for him without thinking about me.

  I thought that would make me feel better, but it didn’t. I still had to face the fact that I’d probably be a gay man raising a child alone. I didn’t know how to handle that. At least when I thought I was straight, I never felt the way I was feeling now. Jealous and unsure of myself, and I’d been able to meet women, who didn’t mind if I had a child. Well, that was what I’d thought.

  THE NIGHT FEEDINGS were disrupting my sleep, not to mention my fucking brother Thomas, and I had to see Carter tomorrow and tell him he couldn’t get out of the hospital soon. Seeing his disappointed face stayed on the front of my mind, filling my headspace where I couldn’t think straight.

  Concentrating on all the little and big things I had to do, including trying to have a relationship with the only man I’ve wanted in my life, I was surprised I was still sane.

  In my manic state of mind, I’d come close to tearing off Dorian’s clothes and taking what I wanted. He’d seemed to want me too, or he wouldn’t have allowed me to do and get as far as I did.

  However, it appeared I wanted him more because I didn’t have anyone except him. I needed some time away from all this shit. I had too many responsibilities that I’d been trying to handle and I didn’t have time to get my life together. The man I loved was going on a date with some man I was sure he’d met recently, and I couldn’t handle that. I just walked out and got into my car because I had promised Thomas that I’d go to at least one of his fucking fundraisers.

  I wanted to scream as I drove to Thomas’s home, but who the fuck was listening?

  When I pulled into the gated community where Thomas’s palatial home sat, all bought with our inheritance money, because let’s face it no civil servant on his pay as a lieutenant governor would have access to a home like that, I knew right away the home I spotted at a distance belonged to Thomas. The home sat high near a lake, and had a boathouse. As I drove through the neighborhood I can see the boat moored out back. I pulled into his circular driveway and there were limos and expensive cars out front.

  They’d hired people to park cars. I handed my keys off to a young man when I cut off the motor. He gave me a ticket and I headed to the front door. When I stopped at the door, some young woman with long dark hair smiled broadly at me. Before Dorian, I would have engaged her in a conversation and asked her out, but now I couldn’t see anyone but that young man with the green eyes. She ushered me to a large room, and that was when I saw Alice and she spotted me.

  Alice hurried over to me, grabbed me and hugged me. She’d never been that friendly in her life. “It’s good to see you, Jeremy. I’m glad you could be here.”

  “Where’s Thomas? I need to tell him that I can’t stay long. The baby, you know.”

  “Yes, I heard. I hope your baby is doing okay. I just haven’t had time to see her.”

  “You never associated with Carter’s wife, so why should I expect you to be warm enough to care about my baby. Her name is Jacqueline. It helps to know your niece’s name.” The tone of my voice said it all. I didn’t want any misunderstanding.

  She wasn’t my favorite person. I didn’t need nor did I have time for Alice’s bullshit. She’d been cold and uncaring, a social-climbing bitch way from the first day I’d met her, and when Thomas married her, and she didn’t care for Jack because he’d been gay.

  If Jack had stayed in the closet, Alice might have had use for him, but he was openly gay. I’d heard her tell him, “Why are you so selfish, can’t you go away and never come back? Thomas has a future and you’re ruining everything for us.”

  I’d heard what Jack had said to her. “Go fuck yourself.”

  To which Alice responded, “I’m going to tell Thomas how you insulted me on our wedding day.”

  Jack replied, “When you see that cunt, tell him I said that he can go fuck himself too, because he doesn’t have the balls to tell me anything. I know who has the balls in your family, and I can tell you, that yours aren’t as big as mine. Care to see.”

  When Jack reached to unzip his pants, Alice sprinted off and never came back around him or me. Maybe when she saw me in the room, she had thought that I was Jack. Back then, no one could tell Jack and me apart if we wore similar clothing.

  “I didn’t know you had an acid tongue like your brother Jack.” She’d finally found her balls around me.

  “We’re twins after all, and now let me get this over with. Tell Thomas that I’m here.”

  She looked at me and pursed her lips. “Didn’t he tell you that he had to meet donors and you were to meet with some of the leaders of the gay community here to help organize more of these gay men to go door to door for him?”

  “What the fuck do I know about being gay? I only just announced it to Thomas last night. I have no connections. As far as everyone knows here, I’m straight. You should have asked Jack to be the spokesman for Thomas.”

  “But you’re gay now. I thought that was all you needed, to stand up and tell everyone that you’re gay, and it would convince these men that as Thomas has two gay brothers, then he can’t be a homophobe.”

  “They won’t believe me. You’ll need more than me to make that kind of announcement, especially since I’ve spent years in the closet, and denying that I am. Some of those men I probably know and they will not want to hear from me. I think I need to leave.”

  Before I could turn, Alice grabbed my arm, and when I turned to face her with a sour look on my face, she narrowed her eyes, and with a dry humorless voice, she said, “You made a deal with Thomas concerning Carter. You said that you would do what is necessary to help him—”

  I deepened my voice, aimed a stern glare at her to which she dropped her hand. “I said that I would show up and not that I would be his poster boy, where my face is on signs on lawns and yards in Seattle. Vote for me, my brothers are gay. It doesn’t work like that, Alice.”

  “Can’t you just show your face? Those men have been waiting to see you, and hear your story.” I rolled my eyes, swallowing my pride, because I knew if I didn’t do this, I’d bet that bitch of a wife would convince Thomas not to give up any money for Carter, and find some excuse not to send reports on how much he’d been spending on his lifestyle.

  Most of the expenses were bogus which his lawyer had creatively cooked up to screw Jack, me and Carter out of money due to us. I knew Jack didn’t care because he wanted less to do with Thomas than I did.

  However, I had to think about my young child, and what it would take to care for her in the future. I didn’t need anything for myself, but now I had Jacqueline and Carter to worry about and I didn’t want to deal with Thomas and his lawyers. I huffed in a large breath and turned to Alice.

  “I’m going to spend no more than a half an hour here. I don’t care who you want me to meet. I’m going to speak and then leave. It’s your party and you go in there and tell them the guest speaker has to leave early.” I turned and followed Alice into a large room where there was a buffet. Everyone had their food at the table, and waiters were passing out drinks.

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sp; Standing at the edge of a small platform, Alice introduced me, then I stood in front of the room full of LGBTQ men watching me, whispering, eating, and listening intently as I poured my heart out to them about my long road to redemption, all the while looking for the one man I needed more than anything and not finding him.

  The only thing I could compare this to, had to be an AA meeting where alcoholics stood in front of others like themselves, confessed what it was like living with alcoholism because only another alcoholic would understand.

  Nevertheless, in my case a straight man hiding his shame, and the shame of being something he wasn’t, and afraid what my family would think when they discovered my secret. I’d said briefly that I had a partner who’d helped me through my agony, to which they’d all clapped. Part of that revelation had been the truth.

  However, I didn’t broadcast how Thomas had been a total bastard in every way, but instead I painted a rosy picture of a brother who had supported me, even if it went against his perceived values.

  When I told these men that I had to leave because I’d been tired from waking up all times of the night to feed my baby girl, I got a standing ovation. I walked offstage knowing that I’d wrapped up this group of gay influential men for Thomas.

  On my way rushing for the nearest exit, with men smiling and trying to shake my hand, I did stop and shook as many as possible, and heard one guy say, “This was worth the five thousand a plate. I hope Jeremy is at the next fundraiser.”

  Not if I can help it, I thought.

  I’d gotten clear of the room and almost to the door to get the fuck out of there when I realized that the one person I’d wanted to be here and see me own it—tell everyone that I was gay, wasn’t here with me, and because of that, I thought I had to be the most unhappy gay man alive.

  Reaching for the door, I heard my name. “Jeremy Westbrook.” I turned only because I knew it wasn’t Alice.