by Tinnean
He stood there, relaxed, making no effort to protect himself, but somehow I had the feeling that if I tried to swing at him I’d find myself flat on my back on the stable floor, with him on top of me. For a moment I was tempted to see if I was right. I wanted to feel his weight on me.
“No.” I waited to see how he would react to that.
Smart man, this Vincent. He kissed me; he crowded me back against the stall door, buried his hands in my hair, and fitted his lips over mine. I waited for the usual sense of distaste to swamp over me. It didn’t put in an appearance this time.
“Oh,” I breathed, and he took advantage of my parted lips to slip his tongue between them.
He stroked his tongue along mine, then withdrew it back into his mouth. “Your turn, Quinn,” he whispered against my mouth. “Let me feel your tongue.”
I moaned and grabbed his ears and angled his head so our noses wouldn’t bump. “I like your ears,” I murmured before I started licking the moist heat of his mouth.
His hands came down to cup my buttocks, and he pulled me against him and sucked gently on my tongue. I could feel his cock thrusting in a lazy rhythm against my abdomen.
“I want to fuck you.” His voice was low and hoarse, and I whimpered. No one had ever said that to me. His hand reached between us and squeezed my cock, and I made another small, desperate sound and pushed into his fingers.
“I’ve never—”
“I won’t hurt you, I promise. I have something.” He ran the edges of his teeth along the side of my throat.
I nodded jerkily, and swallowed and licked my lips. “All right.”
Vincent raised his head and looked around. Color was high on his cheeks, and his pupils were dilated. “That bale of hay in that empty stall.” He closed his hand over my arm and pulled me after him.
“Should I… do you want me to take all my clothes off?” My mouth felt filled with cotton balls, but my cock was so hard it ached. He had unzipped his jeans and taken his cock out, and was smearing it with something he’d squeezed from a tube that had been in his pocket.
“Oh, I do want you naked, baby, but not in a stable. Just undo your pants and get them out of the way. How come you’re not in jeans? Everyone else is.”
My hands lingered on the button at my waistband. “I don’t have any.” Manns didn’t wear jeans.
“No?” He stopped what he was doing. “Guess I’ll just have to get you a pair before we leave Moscow. Now, drop ’em, Quinn.” I did. His smile became strained as he took in the sight of my cock, which was tight against my belly. “Pretty boy. On the bale now, on your hands and knees.”
I climbed on and braced my hands in front of me, then waited, shaking a little, and he stepped up behind me. The height of the bale made it perfect for his cock to take my ass.
“I won’t hurt you, baby. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m the best.”
“I trust you, Mark.” I didn’t know why I did. I barely knew him, but I wanted this.
He pushed my shirt up and kissed his way across the small of my back, while his hands parted my ass cheeks. I quivered when I felt his tongue flick over my hole, circle it, dip into it.
That jerked me out of my fantasy. Mark had never rimmed me, although I’d rimmed him once. I thought I’d gone too far, and so I’d never done it again. Would he have rimmed me, if we’d met that summer?
I sighed and went back to stroking my cock, and thinking of me and Mark and that stable.
“Easy, baby,” he soothed me. “Fold your arms and lay your head down on them. Spread your legs wider. You’re just going to feel my finger now.”
A slicked finger eased into me, and I held myself still, trying to decide if I liked it. He moved it in deeper, touching something, and I gave a small yelp.
“What did you do?” I asked breathlessly.
“That’s your sweet spot, Quinn, your prostate.”
“Can you do that again?”
“Sure. I’m going to try two fingers. Let me know if it’s too uncomfortable.” The two fingers moved in and out of my ass, and he brushed the fingers of his other hand over my hip, through the sparse hair that grew over my groin, around the length of my cock to begin stroking it.
His fingers continued loosening me.
“I want more, Mark!”
“Okay, Quinn.” He took his fingers out, but instead of three returning, I felt the blunt head of his cock against my hole, and he began to push. “Relax, baby.”
I gasped. “Feels big as a stallion.”
He laughed, but it sounded a little desperate. “Thanks for the compliment.”
“Wasn’t… wasn’t meant as a compliment,” I panted. “Just a fact.”
He stroked his hand across my torso and found a nipple, and I cried out. It felt as if there were a live wire that ran directly from my nipple to my cock.
“Ah. You like that.” He did it again, and I bucked back against him, taking him completely inside me.
“Again!” I pleaded, demanded, urged.
He ran a fingernail over first one nipple and then the other, while his other hand pumped my cock. I bowed my back, trying to take him deeper, and kept rocking my hips.
As if from a distance, I heard the sounds I was making, and at any other time I’d have been embarrassed. Manns weren’t vocal in that manner.
“That’s it. Wail for me, baby!”
“Ma… Mark! I feel….” My balls tightened.
“You’re gonna come, Quinn.” He twisted a nipple just hard enough. He jerked my cock, just fast enough. He shoved his cock into me, just deep enough. I clamped down on him and spasmed around the bulk inside me, shooting milky fluid over his hand. “That’s it. Milk me, baby, milk every drop of come out of my cock.”
Vincent held himself still, and heat flooded into my back passage, so much that some dribbled out, tickling the sensitive skin behind my balls.
“Did you like that, Quinn? Quinn?”
V
THE chiming of my doorbell broke through the lovely fantasy. I had no intention of moving from my very comfortable position, however. I reached for my cell phone and speed-dialed my lover.
He answered on the first ring. “What’s up, Quinn? You gonna be late?”
“No, I’m home, as a matter of fact. I just can’t come to the door right now. You have your key, don’t you? Why don’t you let yourself in?”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Damned spook,” he grumbled, but I could hear him fumbling in his pocket. “I’ll be right in. And you better be okay!”
And then there was nothing but silence in my ear. I put my phone back on the coffee table.
I was better than okay.
In less than a minute I heard his footsteps approaching the living room.
I smiled without opening my eyes and continued fondling my cock. “Good evening, Mark.”
“Is this why you wanted me to use my key? Jesus, Quinn! What would you have done if I hadn’t had it with me?”
“But you did.”
“Yeah, well, suppose I had someone with me?”
My smile broadened. “In that case, say, ‘The more the merrier?’”
“Not fucking likely, Mann! I don’t share!”
“I was only teasing, Mark.” I opened my eyes. From his tone of voice, I expected him to look disgruntled at having admitted that, but his eyes were fastened on my cock. I licked my lips, suddenly breathless. “I know you’d never bring anyone home without calling to check with me first.”
“Think you know me so well, don’t you?” he groused.
“I know you that well. Now, don’t you think you’re a bit overdressed for the occasion?”
He’d already removed his suit jacket and had loosened his tie. “I brought home some takeout from that little Portuguese restaurant we both like.” His eyes were on my cock. The head was a dark rose, and drops of precome were oozing from the tip. He licked his lips.
“Why don’t you leave it in
the kitchen for now? We can nuke it later.”
“Good idea.” When he came back, his shirt was off and his trousers were undone. And I was lying full length on the couch, naked. “If all those assholes who think you’re cold could see you now!” He took my right hand and ran his tongue over my palm to the tips of my fingers, tasting the precome that had covered my hand as I stroked my cock. “God, you taste good!”
He would have dropped to his knees and gone down on me, but I stopped him. “On top of me, Mark. I want you to sixty-nine me.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, baby.” As in my fantasy, the color was high on his cheeks.
“Do you think? But it will be such a lovely way to go.”
Mark stripped off his pants and settled himself on me, his knees on either side of my head and his forearms bearing most of his weight. I could smell the musky scent of his arousal. His cock brushed against my lips, and I parted them, touched the tip with the tip of my tongue, and did nothing more.
He growled, “Quinn!”
“Fuck my mouth, Mark!”
And he groaned. He slipped his cock into my mouth and began to move his hips while he licked up and down the length of my shaft. I gripped his head with my knees and arched up, needing him to suck on me. He laughed, his warm breath ruffling the hairs that surrounded the base.
“I guess turnabout is fair play.” He kept tormenting me until I was twisting and moaning around the cock in my mouth, and then he swallowed me to the root.
I made a sound deep in my throat, and I could tell that it vibrated against his cock. He drove deeper into my mouth.
I ran my fingers over the crack of his ass, teasing his hole, and jerked when he did the same to me.
I’d been on the brink too long, and it didn’t take my lover very much time to send me over the edge. I sucked harder on his cock, slid a finger into his ass and curled it against his prostate, and had him coming as well.
VI
HE LET me slip from his mouth and rested his cheek against my thigh. “This makes up for a really shitty day.”
“Always glad to be of help, Mark.” I nuzzled the skin on the inside of his thigh.
With a final groan, he eased off me, and I worked my way around until we were facing the same way. I kissed him, tasting me on his lips, sharing his taste with him.
“Jesus, baby, what got you so hot tonight?”
“Remember the Summer Games of 1980?”
“Yeah. The United States didn’t go.”
“No. But if we had….”
Black Coffee
I
IT WAS the last Friday in August. Traffic was heavier than usual because it was Labor Day weekend, and it took me a while to find a parking spot.
Quinn was already sitting at our table at Raphael’s, looking cool and relaxed.
“Sorry I’m late.”
“It’s all right.”
The waiter came over and poured me a glass of white wine. I raised an eyebrow.
Quinn smiled at me. “I’ve already ordered. Oysters for our appetizer, then linguine pescatore. I hope you don’t mind?”
“That’s fine by me.” Watching that man eat oysters—he’d tip his head back, let the succulent flesh slide down his throat, and swallow—had to be one of the most erotic things I had ever seen.
This evening was no exception, and when the appetizer arrived, I made sure he had the lion’s share. My eyes were on him every time he reached for an oyster.
He said something, but I was staring at his mouth. “Excuse me?”
His smile broadened. “I said I have a 9:00 a.m. flight tomorrow.”
Dammit. “Okay. I guess it’s just dinner tonight.” I’d been half hard since I’d walked in and seen him sitting there, but now my cock deflated.
The entrees were brought out, and I took a forkful. Suddenly I found myself chewing a fishy-tasting rubber band. I took it out of my mouth and frowned at it, then poked at the contents of my dish.
“Calamari, Mark. It’s time you broadened your culinary horizons.”
“My horizons are broad enough, thanks. If I dislocate my jaw from chewing this—”
“You won’t. I promise you.”
“Y’know, I’m only eating this because I like you.”
“I know, Mark.” He blotted his lips with a linen napkin, then cleared his throat. “I… uh… I need a lift home. My car is in the shop. If you don’t mind?”
“I don’t mind.” Those foreign cars. “So how’d you get here? Take a cab?”
“No. Actually my friend DB drove me.”
“DB? You mean Cooper?”
He frowned at me. “How do you know—oh, of course. That time in the morgue.”
“Sure.” I wasn’t going to say anything about the other times I’d run into him. “So who’d you tell him you were meeting?”
“No one. I just said I was having dinner on my own. If he thought I was meeting my lady—”
“Whoa, wait! What lady?”
“You, Mark. DB’s known I’ve been seeing someone who makes me smile—”
“Me?”
“You,” he repeated, and I could have popped my cork, I was so pleased, although I kept that off my face.
And okay, I wasn’t thrilled about being the woman, but hell, if it kept Quinn from catching grief at work….
“DB’s seeing a couple of women.” Quinn began rubbing his foot up and down the side of my leg, and I moved it forward so he didn’t have to slouch down in his seat.
“Do they know about each other?” Not a smart idea, but this guy was CIA, so what could you expect?
“Oh, yes. As a matter of fact, they often spend the night at DB’s place.”
“Wait, all three of them?”
“Yes.” Why was he looking so pleased? “One of these days I’ll have to tell you about it.”
“Yeah, you will.”
“Mark.” He waited until I met his eyes. “DB is a friend of mine. I want him to be happy, and if he’s happy thinking I have no idea who his ladies are….”
“You know?”
“I’m not Mark Vincent, but… yes, I know. And I want you to leave it alone.”
“Okay.”
“Do I have to ask you for your word?”
“No. I don’t care enough about Cooper to find out.” And as long as Cooper didn’t hassle Quinn, I wouldn’t bother.
“Thank you, Mark.”
“Don’t be an ass. Now, can I talk you into going to the beach when you get back?”
“I think I’d like that very much.” He seemed surprised. Hadn’t he ever been to the beach? “We’ll have to wait to see what the weather is like when I get back, though.”
“Cool.” I poked at another piece of calamari, and he laughed.
II
WE FINISHED dinner, and Quinn folded his napkin and placed it on his plate.
“Do you want dessert?” Raphael’s had very good tiramisu.
He shook his head, and I sighed and signaled for the check. He put his hand over mine as I reached for it.
“I’m getting this one, Mark. After all, I did order.”
“Sure.” I was too glum to wrestle him for it. “Did you want to do anything before I drop you off? See a movie? Have a drink?”
“No, Mark. Although I do want to do something when we get home.” The corner of his mouth twitched in a grin.
“Okay.” He wanted me to sleep over. My cock was hard again.
I drove us to Alexandria, waited until he had the front door locked behind us and the alarm set, then took him down to the floor and had him in his entryway. It was a good thing he had that runner there. I could have waited—the last thing I wanted was to hurt him—but I wasn’t in the mood to wait.
“You… you do believe in… in being prepared,” he panted afterward as I stripped off the condom and knotted it.
“I keep… keep telling you, baby.” I was a little out of breath myself. “I’m—”
“The best. Yes.” He nuz
zled the hinge of my jaw. “I know. Give me a hand up and let’s go to bed.”
I kept dreaming of those oysters, and I’d wake him up and fuck him, and when he murmured a protest, I’d tell him he could sleep on the plane.
To which he’d smile sleepily, agree, wrap his legs around my waist, and grind his erection against mine until I’d shift a bit and slide into him.
The only reason I didn’t have him again was because that was our last condom. I need to buy more, I thought as I slid back to sleep. And maybe see if I could find more of that chocolate lube.
The next morning I dropped him off at National to catch his flight.
“Do you need me to come pick you up?”
“No, my return flight is open, and I’m not sure when I’ll be back. I’ll just call a cab.”
“Ah. I guess that means we won’t be going horseback riding anytime soon.”
“Oh, no, Mark. You agreed to go riding with Mother and me. I’m not letting you off the hook.”
I grinned over at him. “You know I’m looking forward to it.”
“Why do I get the feeling you aren’t telling me the truth?”
“Beats hell out of me.” I wasn’t going to tell him it was because I’d never ridden before. “Listen. Uh… watch your ass, okay, Mann?”
“Okay, Vincent. Watch yours too. I like it. I wouldn’t be happy if I came home and found something had happened to it.”
“Sure, baby. You know me. I’m the best.”
He became suddenly serious. “You’re human, Mark.” He caught my wrist and gave it a shake. “Anything could happen.”
Quinn was worried about me? No one had ever worried about me before, not since I left home. I covered his hand and rubbed my thumb across his knuckles. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t, babe. Go catch your flight.”
“I’ll call when I get back to DC.”
“Okay.” I watched until the terminal doors closed behind him, and then drove out of the airport.
I sat at a light, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. There were any number of things I could do to amuse myself on this Saturday. I was caught up with everything at work, so I didn’t have to go in. I could go to the Washington Zoo. I could go to the Smithsonian. I could go to the movies.