by BA Tortuga
Shifting, Max tilted his chin up, looked at him, a huge smile dawning. “We should go. There’s great places around here, or oh man, Peru. We should go to Peru. Talk about mountains. You’ll love it.”
“Peru? The women with the great black hats and serapes. I like the serapes.” He gave Max a patently false vapid look, the act ruined by the moan when Max bumped the plug again.
“Not working for me, sugar. I’ve seen what’s behind those contacts now.” He got a wide grin, another push against the plug, Max’s fingers sliding between his ass and Max’s legs, finding the guiche piercing and rubbing it too.
“Oh….” He spread, curled forward for a kiss, lapping at Max’s mouth. “Your turn.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Max licked at his lips, bit them. “Truth or dare.”
“I…. Dare. Dare.” His lips were tingling, fingers tracing around Max’s nipples, teasing them.
“You know what I’m going to ask. Put those on me? I’ve never… well. Never used anything like clamps.” Max ducked his head, shivered when he pinched.
He hummed, opening the clamp, taking that hard little nub between his teeth and tugging.
“Uhn, Morgan.” Max lifted up, and he could feel that thick cock growing against him again. The bit of flesh in his mouth drew up, went even harder and hot.
“Yeah, cowboy. Gonna do it now.” He slipped the bars of the padded clamp onto that pretty little nipple, tightened it.
“Oh. Oh God.” Flushing from face all the way down his chest, Max rumbled, hips rolling. “Feels. Everything burns.”
“Uh-huh.” He leaned close, blowing against the taut little nub, tongue tip just touching.
“Fuck!” So sensitive. Max was so sensitive to everything he did. Just, yeah. Boom. Max bucked, shook.
“Mmm… and that’s just the first one.” His fingers moved over to that sweet, naked nipple, tugged and pulled.
The skin under his hand just shivered, Max’s fine muscles moving and clenching. “It’s. Oh. Morgan.”
“I know. It’s sharp and fine, fucking magic.” He got the other clamp on, started playing with the chain between, tongue licking and flicking and driving Max higher and higher.
“Yeah. It’s big.” Hands smoothing down his back, Max arched beneath him, writhed under his mouth. “So big.”
His fingers wrapped around Max’s prick, rubbing, stroking while his tongue licked and stroked over those firm nipples. That thick cock leaked for him as Max moaned and pushed up into his hand. Every time Max moved under him the plug shifted inside him, giving them a full circle of sensation.
“You’re so hot, cowboy.” He glanced up, moaning at the look on that face.
“You. You make me feel. Oh.” Max just looked blown away, face tight, eyes burning as anything, just staring at him.
“Good. Feel me. So much I want to show you.”
Max touched him, from his own nipples, twisting the tiny rings, down to his prick, pumping it gently. “You feel amazing, sugar.”
He moved closer, rubbed their chests together, lips skating over Max’s. Opening right up, Max sucked his tongue in, tasting, teeth threatening. He whimpered, jerked, driving harder.
“Want you, Morgan. Want you to… do you want. Damn it. Fuck me?” Max wasn’t quite looking at him, cheeks and ears a deep red, but that hand never stopped moving on his prick, and Max was so, so hard in his own hand.
“Oh fuck. Yes. Yes, Max.” He nodded, panting. “With the plug in, it’ll be like we’re fucking each other, yeah?”
There was no reply save the frantic nodding of Max’s head, and Max settled under him, spread for him, just waiting. He grabbed the lube, slipping two fingers around that sweet hole, leaning in to nuzzle Max’s cock and balls as perfect heat surrounded him. Moaning deep and long, Max opened up, letting him right in. Max’s skin was superheated, cock thick and hard against his cheek. Those heavy balls were already drawn up, right against Max’s body.
“Don’t come, cowboy. Want to be in you when you come. Want to feel it.” He lapped at the tip of Max’s cock, fingers pressing deep.
“Then you’d best hurry.” Max reached between that thick cock and Morgan’s lips, grasping the base and squeezing.
“Rubbers?” He leaned up, body vibrating, wanting into that blazing heat so fucking bad.
“I… if you. I….” Max groaned. “I trust you, sugar. But if you want, it’s all good.”
“Oh, cowboy.” He leaned down, dropped a kiss over Max’s heart. “I wouldn’t harm you for anything. Not anything.” He slicked his cock up, rubbing the tip against that little ring of muscles. “Not for anything.”
“I know.” Oh, that smile. It just made everything right. Max tilted up, opened up, took him in, begging him for a kiss.
He smiled back, met those dark, dark eyes, sinking deep into Max’s heat. “Oh. Wow.”
So hot. He’d never felt anything so tight. Max just smiled, petted, grabbed his ass to pull him in deeper.
“Hasn’t been anyone like this… not since Poe. Feels good, sugar. Real good.”
“Yeah. You’re like silk inside, cowboy.” He arched up, one hand tugging the chain connecting those clamps, ass squeezing the plug with every thrust.
“Oh fuck, yeah. That’s it.” Max was squeezing his ass, pushing the plug so deep, following right through on the fucking each other idea.
“Oh. Yeah. That. Yeah.” He nodded, thrusting harder, deeper. His eyes rolled back into his head, lips parting as he gasped.
He could hear Max making rough, needy sounds, could feel every finger as they dug into his skin. Max urged him on, shoved up against him, begged him.
“Yeah. Come on. Come on, cowboy. Give it up.” He drove deep, groaning low.
Max abandoned him with one hand to stroke right off for him, Max’s cock twitching and jerking, that ass clamping down hard.
He groaned, watching through Max’s peak, popping the clamps off when the aftershocks started. Oh. Yeah. That made Max ache. Damn. Oh. “Coming!”
“Oh God. Yeah.” Made Max buck, made him squeeze. “Hot.”
“Uhn.” He nodded, mouth dropping on one nipple to suck as that sweet ass milked the come right out of him.
That gave him one more jerk of Max’s body and something that sounded like a whimper.
He pulled hard. Marking. His. Whether Max knew it or not.
“Morgan.” Yeah. That was the rough, deep sound he wanted. That growl. Max petted him, breath starting to slow.
“Yeah. Yeah.” He smiled, nodded, world just spinning.
“Damn, sugar. Never played a better game of truth or dare.”
“Oh, me either.” He cuddled in, heart pounding.
Nuzzling, Max nodded. “Think I might have to keep you.”
“Oh. Oh, good. Because you? Something special.”
“So are you, Morgan. Don’t ever doubt it.”
Max squeezed him, settled with him. “There ought to be time for a nap before supper.”
“Oooh. Nap and then supper and then more licking, yes?” He snuggled in. “I do love Rio.”
Chapter Four
SUPPER? WAS fucking amazing. Max couldn’t have been prouder of it. And the appetizer wasn’t anything to sneeze at either. Fuck, his nipples still throbbed. No one had ever done things like that to him and made him want more. It felt good. Real good.
Now they were in the postsupper snuggle, and he figured the licking would start soon. So he’d better ask while he could.
“You think you might really want to go out in the boonies with me?”
He got a chuckle, Morgan looking up at him. “The real question is, would you dare to take me out into the boonies?”
“You know it. I want to show you Machu Picchu. And sleep with you in the mountains.” With Morgan’s natural curiosity? It would be like seeing everything for the first time.
“Really? Okay. That sounds fun.” Morgan nuzzled, chuckled. “I bet sex in the mountains is cool.”
“Makes you light-headed as
anything. All that altitude.” He laughed, remembering a young miner named Palo who introduced him to how breathless a man could get before he passed out. “You’ll like it.”
“Yeah?” Those dark eyes were happy, warm, dancing, the icy streak in the one just fascinating.
“Yeah. It’s kind of a buzz. And the mountains? Man, it’s like the land of mist or whatever. Fucking gorgeous.” Like Morgan’s eyes. Max grinned. Man, he was waxing poetic. He kissed Morgan’s nose, then his mouth.
Morgan laughed, the sound pushing into his lips along with Morgan’s tongue. That laugh made him happy, made him want to bring it out again and again. Was he a goner or what? Max pulled Morgan closer, kissed a little harder until Morgan straddled his waist, rubbing against him, cock long and hot against his belly.
“Mmm. You’re gonna kill me.” He was feeling lazy, sated. But still wanting.
“Nope. Loving you. Different things.”
“They say you can kill with kindness.” He reached down, circled Morgan’s cock, stroking lightly. He savored the feel of the hot, thin skin there, the way the large vein throbbed for him.
“Oh, that’s silly.” Morgan arched, flicked his lips with that pierced tongue.
“You think?” That little flash of metal fascinated him, and he went after it, sliding his tongue into Morgan’s mouth.
Morgan’s tongue curled around his, tugging slightly. So right, that tiny flare of ozone, the taste of the metal. Max felt for Morgan’s nipples, trying to find the little rings there too. There. Yeah.
He got a whimper, a tiny little cry, Morgan arching toward his fingers with a groan.
“Love how hot you get, sugar.” He did. Loved how Morgan just threw himself into everything they did like it was the last time he’d ever have sex. It was fucking amazing. He twisted Morgan’s nipples, bit into that swollen lower lip.
“Oh. Love how you’re not scared. How you touch me like I’m real….”
“Not afraid of anything with you, Morgan. You make me fly.” How could anyone treat this man as anything less than what he was, just right there, immediate, needing.
“Yeah.” Morgan stretched up tall, belly rippling, gasps on the air.
This night was just as perfect as the night before, warm and damp, low sounds coming through the open window, echoing Morgan’s breathing. He kept one hand on Morgan’s prick, let the other play those hard little nipples, just rubbing and pulling and twisting. Watching.
Morgan didn’t hold a damn thing back either, just rocked and moaned, let him see everything. It was heady, sexy. Made him feel like some kind of sex god. Well, okay, that might be going too far, but damn. He loved the way Morgan’s eyes unfocused, the way that little blue streak just shone.
“You. You want me to ride you, cowboy?” Morgan spoke, then blinked and chuckled. “Oh, I’m funny.”
Oh. Hell yes. “Yeah, Morgan. Yeah.”
“Don’t let me fall.” Morgan stretched back, reaching and bending—and oh fuck, he could see possibilities in that flexibility—grabbing the lube.
“Not gonna.” Damn. Just damn. Max held tight, watching Morgan, still stroking him with one hand. Even cooler than the stretch back was the long ripple as Morgan pulled himself upright.
“You? Are something else. Sex on two legs, sugar.” That body. Oh, what Max could do with that body.
“About to be sex on your… leg, cowboy.” Morgan winked, slicking him up.
That? Was so bad he groaned aloud. Or maybe that was the feel of Morgan’s fingers on his skin. Fucking sexy. He started petting, smoothing his hands over Morgan’s skin, waiting. Needing.
Morgan was still loose and slick from the plug, so it didn’t take much before he was slipping into that heat, Morgan wiggling and settling in his lap.
He grunted, trying to keep his eyes open. Yeah. Just like that. He pulled Morgan down, then pushed him up, savoring the feel.
“Oh. Oh yeah. That’s. That’s just like the first time good….”
“Yeah. Sweet.” Addictive, just like the first taste of sugar, leaving him wanting more. Max bucked up, let Morgan feel how much he was loving it.
Morgan brought their lips together, one hand on his head, the other playing his sensitized nipples, all the while riding him, just bouncing on his lap. Electricity jolted from his nipples to his cock, and Max bucked, pumping Morgan harder. He never thought he could come so much in one day, but damned if he wasn’t just that close again, on the razor’s edge.
“Oh. Yeah. Come on, cowboy. We’ll come and then go soak in….” Morgan grabbed that hard cock, started pumping. “In the uh…. Bath. Thing.”
“Oh. Yeah. Morgan.” The bath. Yum. Max rolled his hips up into Morgan, driving them hard and fast.
Morgan squeezed him tight as a fist, those eyes wide and happy, heat spraying on his belly.
“Fuck!”
Took him completely by surprise when he came, shooting hard right into Morgan’s body, shaking and shuddering.
Morgan’s head rolled, a huge shit-eating grin on the man’s face. “Is this where I say ‘yahoo’?”
Little shit. “This? Is where you say, ‘Thanks for the ride, Max.’”
“Oh. Cool.” That little ass squeezed him tight-tight, made his eyes roll. “Thanks for the ride, cowboy.”
“Anytime, sugar. Any old time you want.”
And that? Was a promise he really could keep.
Anytime.
“MAX?” MORGAN looked at the piles of pretty fruits lined up at the market. “Which of these look sexy to you?”
He had a bag in his hand with a glass jar of pomegranate lotion and these bathy, soapy deals that were purple and smelled like cantaloupe. They got a piece of amethyst and a jar of ink that this old lady said was magic and a most bizarre toy monkey.
He thought Max had bought beans and onions and milk. Ooh. Milk. Milk baths. Max would look so sexy in one of those….
“And is there a dairy nearby?”
“Nearby where? And sexy? Uh….” Max looked at the fruit, the most dubious expression on that face. “We need rice.”
“Rice? Okay. I like rice.” He grabbed one yellow dealie and a long orange one, and two big handfuls of the dark purple baby grapes. “And nearby enough that we can fill the tub with milk.”
“You lost me, sugar.” Max grabbed a whole bunch of healthy-looking shit and set off, presumably in search of starch.
He rolled his eyes, following long enough to notice a pile of sweets, all obviously set there to tempt him. Right. Sugar.
By the time Max wandered back, he’d bought one of each. Max, on the other hand, looked like a burro. Or maybe, since they were going to Peru, a llama. He was weighed down with all sorts of dry foodstuffs. “What’d you get?”
“Caramels. These cherry deals. Oh! Sugar cane. Grapes too.”
“You’re gonna be bouncing off the walls.”
He met Max’s eyes, grinned. “You’ll have to occupy me.”
Oh, that worked. He could see it in the way those light brown eyes went tar dark. He might even be able to smell it. Max just looked… wow. “I can sure do that.”
“Yeah? Gonna play truth or dare with me again? Twenty questions? Strip tiddlywinks?” Oh, he was having fun.
“Strip… you nut.” Max grinned at him, looked for a minute like he was gonna kiss him. But it was kinda crowded for that, and Max backed off, those cheeks bright red. “There’re a few questions I could ask.”
“Okay. I’m good at those. You hungry? There’s a zillion botecos around here. We can snack and play twenty questions. First guy to refuse to answer… uh… has to do something icky that I’ll think up later.” He’d have picked something like sleep on the sofa, but… well where was the fun in that?
“Okay. Should we stow the stuff?” Max looked… younger. Smiling. Happy.
“’Kay.” He nodded, then grinned. “Or we could grab something to take home and play naked. I’m easy.”
“Well, the milk needs to be put up….” He got a w
icked grin, Max’s mouth twisting up so sexy.
“Mmm. Cowboy….” He stepped closer, eyes sliding over Morgan’s body, imagining the tanned skin soaking in cream.
“Hey now.” Stepping back again, Max shook his head, laughing. “Food. Home. We’ll eat and play there.”
“Mmm… good. We can eat and play and siesta and play.” He started walking, bouncing along. “And come and touch and push and laugh and….”
“What do you want to eat?” Max wandered along behind him, and every time he looked back Max was watching him. Admiring him from the looks of it.
“Do you fit on a plate?”
“Sorry, sugar. It would take a big plate, and I look bad with an apple in my mouth.” Max caught up and swatted him, juggling the packages afterward for his trouble.
Oh fuck. That had him laughing so hard it hurt, his ass tingling and wiggling. “No public beatings!”
“You don’t like public beatings? How about a private one?” Max was laughing too, cheeks on fire for him, eyes just dancing.
“Oooh. Private beatings….” He wrinkled his nose, grinned, cock filling from the play. “Do cowboys give private beatings?”
“I….” Max stuttered a little. “Well, that can be one of your questions over supper.”
“Oh. Okay.” They found a stall that smelled good, bought paper-wrapped bundles that made his stomach growl.
“Mmm. Smells almost as good as you. We can have one of your sweets for dessert too.” They meandered back to his flat, laughing and joking and just having such fun.
They got the milk and the cube of butter and some chunks of… meat-type stuff in the fridge, then tumbled together on the sofa, food and a pitcher of juice waiting.
Max fed him a few bites, fingers brushing his lips, getting them good and settled. “No.”
“No?” He started unbuttoning Max’s shirt. Since they were home, he wanted skin.
“No, this particular cowboy has never done any private beatings….” He got help, Max shrugging out of the shirt when it was opened.
“Oh.” He grinned, leaned down to nibble one nipple for a second. “I’ve never been beaten by a cowboy in private either.”