by Rie Warren
“Hmm?” He bent at his knees then slowly rose to fully standing.
His hard shaft traveled along my sensitive trench.
I almost shot my load all over the mat.
When he eased away, I jumped up.
I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face to mine. “I’m a huge fucking fan of yoga, sweetheart.”
Slamming my mouth to his, I held him against me. I didn’t let go of his hair. I twisted it harder so he tilted his head. His moan tumbled into my mouth. I traced his tongue with mine and withdrew with a harsh breath.
I let him go abruptly and strode from the room.
“Where are you going?” he called out.
“Shower. Clothes. Home. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll do the same. Pronto. I need you. I need you naked. And I need you in private. Now.”
I cleaned up in a hurry and rushed out. By the time Michael rang my doorbell, I was ready to roll over and beg him to fuck me. Our clothes were torn off in record time, and we stumbled, wrapped around each other, to the sofa.
Somehow I ended up in Michael’s lap again. Naked, again. So was he. I just couldn’t make myself care enough to flip him over, not when his mouth trailed tongues of flames all over my neck and ears, and his hands wandered everywhere else.
It felt like he had ten hands. Ten incredibly talented hands to go with his ten insanely nimble fingers. Loosely stroking my cock in long sweeps. Pinching my nipples, then thumbing them into hard peaks. Gripping my upper thighs so his fingertips teased the hot swells of my balls.
Breaking away from his devouring kiss, I groaned. “I've never been fucked in the ass.”
“Where have you been fucked?” Every second we were together, sliding against each other on the couch, his voice lowered and his eyes gleamed.
“In the mouth.”
“In this sweet mouth here? By more than me?” He brushed his busy fingers across my trembling lips.
I nodded.
“But you know this mouth is mine now,” he added.
“Yes.” I could barely breathe when his thumb dipped inside, and I sucked it like I wanted to suck his cock that thumped against my thigh.
“So you’re a top.”
Another lame nod from me because my mouth just wouldn’t function other than to give the very best blowjob possible to his thumb.
“I like to top, too.” His smile was playful.
“Hmm.” That was all I managed because thoughts of him pinning me down and filling me overruled all other ideas, including the fact I wanted to screw him until he walked with a limp.
“I also want to have your thick cock ramming inside me.”
My groan came out more like a high-pitched squeal of excitement. My cock almost did a victory march into his hole of its own accord.
“And you really like that idea, don't you?” he asked.
Laving the rough pad of his finger one last time, I popped it free of my panting mouth. “Yeah.”
“Maybe we could work something out.” Michael drew his wet thumb along my shaft.
He circled the bell-shaped head several times until I hunched forward.
“I've been stretching myself,” I hoarsely whispered.
Perched on his thighs, I pressed my bottom out. I felt wanton and slutty. I loved it.
His head knocked back. “What?”
His hand slid over my hip and along my cheeks. One of his fingers rotated around my hole, tapping and teasing.
“Getting my ass ready.” I swiveled my backside but his finger only toyed with my flesh, barely touching the needy place I wanted him to thrust into.
“For me?”
“I hope so.”
“Jesus Christ. With what?” Finally his finger rested fully against me.
He strummed my pucker with up and down sweeps that made my thighs quiver.
“A dildo,” I rasped.
Michael’s eyes popped wide. “Oh God, you kinky fuck. I have to see this. Were you thinking about me, baby?”
“Yeah.”
“Go get it. Now.” Both of his hands clenched my ass, kneading and rubbing.
“The big one or the little one?”
“The—” More eye-bugging-out ensued. He released a long choppy exhale. “Big one. Get the big one.”
I fumbled off his legs. I raced to the bedroom and tipped the top drawer of my dresser onto the floor. After scrambling for the lube, the dildo, I hurried back.
Michael had moved to the rug in front of the couch. His cock bobbed between two tight fists, and a look of pure erotic agony painted his features. He watched me as I lowered in front of him on my spread knees. A thick dollop of clear precome dripped from the tip of his huge pole, and he moaned as it drizzled over his knuckles.
His feet arched. His back bowed.
He held his meat in a stranglehold as he grinded his teeth together. “That’s it?”
“Yeah.” I ran the tip of the rubbery, flesh-toned and heavily veined shaft up the inside of my thigh.
It came to rest in the furrow of my ass.
“Aw, fuck, baby. I’m not going to last.” His stomach hollowed as he fought off his climax. “Show me how you’d get ready for me to fuck you.”
My black pubes were already coated in preejaculate. When I dipped the lube bottle against the base of my cock—the cool liquid trickling down my balls to pool at my pucker—I became thoroughly wet.
The muscles in Michael’s forearms strained.
Using the head of the fake cock to saturate my entrance with the lube, I rose up on my knees, moaning like a two-dollar stud. I slid my hand up the inside of my thigh and pointed one finger toward my entrance.
Michael’s dick looked hard and hot enough to brand me.
Inching my finger forward, I slowly slipped it inside. Bending my knuckle, I found my gland.
Michael came as soon as I gasped in pleasure. Ropes of seed sped from him as he arched and groaned. I had two fingers in, twisting and pumping, by the time his eyes opened again. With his hand covered in come, he stroked himself to new hardness.
“Fuck those fingers, Liam.” He grabbed the back of my neck, meshing our panting mouths together.
When I was completely open and ready, I reached for the dildo. My eyes rolled back when its girth started filling me. I shook with the stretching, the tightening, the slickness of it all.
Michael swore loudly.
The fake cock was so well-oiled, the sound of my ass slurping it in was almost as much of a turn on as the sight of Michael’s face when I opened my eyes.
He stared like a starving man at my ass taking the fat dildo.
I leaned back on one hand and undulated my ass onto the prick, driving myself higher. It felt so good. So nasty. I continued to drill my ass as I snuck three fingertips up and down my shaft. I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted it to build and build until Michael became incoherent watching me.
He gasped and grunted. He leaned over to suck my cock for a second and then backed off, grinning. He was hard again, leaking again. And his hands roamed all over my body.
“I want to do it for you.” His voice was gritty.
I sat up straight and let go, hunkering on the balls of my feet. My muscles shook. My body ached, and the center point was my ass.
Michael took over. He slapped the entire length against my slippery trench several times. He tongued my nipples. He bit my lips and squeezed my neck and then he rammed the dildo home.
Hollering his name, I rolled my hips down.
“Yeah, baby. Fuck yourself for me.”
There was no shame or fear. All I felt was a skin-tightening sensation all over my body as he thrust the wet dildo in and out of me. His free hand skimmed my body. My muscles jerked as my breath gusted out. He assaulted my ass with forceful pumps.
Michael stared at my greedy ass swallowing the dildo over and over again. When he rose to his knees, I watched through deep-lidded eyes. His cock reared against his belly, the head taut and glistening. My own cock
danced against my abs.
He closed his fingers over me, and that was all it took. I came so hard the dildo lodged inside my clenching ass. I saw fireworks, stars. My body rippled, froze. I tried to yell. My breath stuck in my throat, and I was on that plateau caught between the edge of release and coming before I gasped in a breath, sent out a shout, and blasts of come pelted from my cock.
I only regained awareness when Michael scooped up my come. He slathered it over his cock. On his knees, bending over me, he jerked off. It was fast, hot, savage. He let loose on my shaft and balls with a roar, coating me in his come.
He collapsed on top of me with a low chuckle. “Fuck me.”
“I would, but I can’t move.”
#
The next day I met Michael in the elevator, going down. Going down. That was just what I wanted to do to him.
He smirked. I grinned.
Several more people packed in, pushing us together. He cupped my ass in his hand in the back corner of the elevator. His fingers moved to my sac. His breath scattered across my neck before he spoke.
“Devlin ordered me to the municipal airport.” He ran a hand to my front and I shoved closer against him.
“Me too.” I parted my legs and he dragged his thigh right between them. “Some sort of surprise. But I bet mine’s better.”
His knee butted against my balls. “Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
The elevator didn’t empty until the ground floor. Then my team—the bulky pair of unnecessary bodyguards—hustled us into an SUV.
I hadn’t gotten the chance to say goodnight to Michael after the dildo-fest because we’d passed out on my living room floor. Afterward, while I was still in la-la-land, he’d snuck out. I couldn’t wait for the day we’d be able to wake up in the same place, in the same bed, together.
I couldn’t say anything now, because of the bodyguards in the front seat. Instead, I captured Michael’s hand on the seat between us, briefly, before letting it go.
I saw his smile in the reflection of the window.
His smile faded as soon as the SUV parked.
Devlin rushed me out of the back. “Finally. What the fuck took you so long?”
As usual he talked a mile a minute as he ushered me into the airport terminal. All I heard was wah wah wah Anya wah wah wah PR. Michael hung back as Dev pushed me through the back doors onto the tarmac.
“You ain’t been seen with a lady recently, and after the press conference, buddy-boy, we need to buff you up. Make nice with Anya for the cameras, see?” Devlin fished his phone from his pocket and got on his contacts list as he pushed me toward the just-landed airplane.
I scurried up the steps to meet Anya. When I greeted her, it wasn’t with fake affection. My girl was on speed dial. I’d missed her, like a sister. I took her hand to lead her down the gangplank. At the bottom she hugged me. Cameras flashed. The paparazzi shouted questions to a perfectly made-up and very pretty Anya.
Totally a professional, she laughed off everything, exclaiming, “My Eenglish, not so good!”
Michael didn’t laugh it off. Not one bit. He stood to the side as stiff as a cardboard cutout. As if he hadn’t had his cock in my mouth and fucked me with a dildo oh so recently. No way could he still be jealous of Anya.
“How does it feel to have your girlfriend back by your side, Bonny Bruiser?”
“Looks like friends with benefits,” one paparazzo heckled.
I gritted my teeth and bared the barrage of innuendos they flung at us even though I wanted to deny it one more time. Devlin had his shark eyes on me.
“We talk all the time. Isn’t that true, Love Munchkin?” Anya bent forward to kiss my cheek.
Love Munchkin?
“I watch Wizard of Oz,” she whispered against my ear.
“So now you’re comparing me to the little people? I ain’t that little,” I growled.
“Da, I’ve been watching the classics!” She pinched my butt.
Amen, my fantasy-loving sister.
“Maybe I should call you my sexy Oompa Loompa?”
“I’m sure Dev would love that.” I nodded toward my manager, who looked pleased with my performance for once.
“What about your Mishka?” Anya asked in a low voice.
Daring a look at my lover, I shuddered at his thunderous expression. “Well, he’s pissed.”
“He wants you,” she murmured.
“He’s had me.” I looked just sheepish enough the press probably thought we were engaged in an intimate conversation. “Well, not all the way, yet.”
“Blyat! You do not FaceTime me about this?”
“You were still in mourning over Khal Drogo. I didn’t wanna be insensitive to your pain.” I winked.
Anya gave a light smack to my shoulder. Then we made fake kissy faces at one another again. The camera lenses ate it up. Anya pressed against me while I cupped her chin.
“Michael’s gonna be really mad about this,” I said.
“I make good. You go.”
Hand-in-hand we walked toward Dev, and I deposited Anya to his safekeeping. I was sure she had enough smarts to handle him, the cameramen, and the Russian space station, too, if given half a chance.
In a rare fit of magnanimity, Devlin twirled Anya back to my arms. “Eh. You two go ahead. Liam needs to blow off some steam before his fight with Jones.”
He had no idea. Michael and I needed to ixnay the foreplay before I crawled out of my skin. Meanwhile, Michael fumed by the side of the airport, and Devlin waited for me to take up his offer of Anya for the night.
Anya smiled sublimely. “I don’t really like Liam like that. Haven’t you heard, Gospodin Devlin? I am lesbian.”
She wore a pretty smile for the cameras.
Dev looked like he’d just dropped a load in his pants.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sexy Soccer Jock
I WALKED AWAY FROM a smug Anya standing next to a very dumbfounded Devlin. That was bound to come back and bite me in the ass, but I wanted Michael in my ass more.
“Before you even ask, I’m not her type,” I said.
He snorted.
“She’s a lesbian.”
“What?”
“Pick up your pace and close your mouth before Dev comes after us.”
In the back of the black SUV we held a whispered conversation.
“What do you want to do?” Michael asked.
“You.”
He pulled me closer with a growl.
“I’ve got a surprise for you, like I said.” I barely breathed the words out, conscious of the two guys sitting up front.
“More undies?”
“Nope. This time, I’m wearing it.”
“How far away are we?” His foot pressed down on the floor mat like it was the gas pedal.
“Twenty minutes.”
“I can’t wait that long.”
“I’m not going to touch you until we’re both naked, so I guess you’ll have to.”
#
We decided to meet up at Michael’s place after we got to the building in case Devlin decided to invite himself over to mine for the ass-chewing I knew was headed my way.
I waited the regulation half-hour so I didn’t look completely desperate. After breezing through a shower, a shave, and into a clean set of clothes, I combed my fingers through my hair.
No surprise, my fingers trembled. By the time I slipped through Michael’s door, I was eager, excited, a little nervy. And my cock had been fully hard since we’d escaped from the airport.
Michael slinked down the hallway. Good goddamn, he’s gonna fuck me. I closed my eyes and inhaled. When I looked again, he gave me a lazy grin and a sultry wink. I was ready to pounce, but he turned away with a finger crooked at me.
Trying to play it as cool as he appeared to be, I sauntered after him to his bedroom. It was midafternoon, but he’d pulled the shades, creating a cozy lair. It was my first time in his room, and the spacious area was decorated with the
same relaxed masculinity, but really all I saw was the bed.
And it was big.
Joy of joys.
Then I noticed the candles lit on his dresser and nightstand. “Romantic.”
Easing behind me, Michael licked a trail up the side of my neck. “Wanted our first time to be special.”
My heart did a crazy happy dance inside my chest. I turned in his hold, and he plunged right in with a long kiss that made my eyelids slam shut and my fingers clamp on his ass. Breathless and possibly cross-eyed, definitely tongue-tied, I sucked on his delicious lips one last time before pulling my head back.
His eyes had the blurry look of someone doped-up on lust. I loved it. I stroked my fingers through his hair, wondering at the soft curls and silky too-long locks. My breath slid along his jaw until I made it to his ear where I nipped and kissed his earlobe.
“Taste so good,” I sighed.
He was busy, unbuttoning my shirt from top to bottom. Turning me so I was back to front again, he peeled the garment from my shoulders. I stood still, enjoying his sweeping caresses that wrought chills upon my skin. His arms circling me, he held me against his body, moving with slow undulations of his hips. His erection burned against my ass beneath the barrier of both our clothes.
I gasped when he slid one hand down to palm my cock. My eyes popped wide at the rough stroke. That was when I spied the towels laid out on the bed. A hot flush turned my skin almost bright pink.
“I’m not going to make that much of a mess, am I?” My voice croaked.
His low chuckle did new and unimaginable things to my aching dick. “Let me indulge in one of my fantasies with you.”
“Not the fisting thing already?” My voice rose to girly-pitch.
He laughed loudly and tugged me around. Cupping my face, he kissed away my worry, my embarrassment. Hell, he kissed away higher brain functioning, leaving me breathless and grunting.
“No fisting. I told you that would come much, much later, if we both want it.” A sole finger traced down my black treasure trail to the top of my pants. “Now, I’ve been patient enough. Show me this surprise of yours.”
“I think you’ll have to find it yourself.” I backed a pace away and stood with arms akimbo.