Surrendered Victory

by KC Kendricks

  I became reborn.

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  CHAPTER 4

  The heat of his mouth startled me as he took me, deep throat. I buried my fingers in his hair and tried to stay on my feet.

  "Oh, God, Dalton.” My voice sounded strained in my ears. I needed to make it to the bed before I fell, or came. Or both and an unfortunate accident occurred. “Let me go."

  He released my penis, but kept a firm grip on my ass. Did he think I'd really leave now?

  "Bed,” I croaked at him.

  He rose, all smooth, sleek muscle. His cock jutted forward proud, full and ready to give and take pleasure. I regretted the dim light that kept me from seeing him clearly. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. His eyes closed and he drew a slow, deep breath. I stroked his length as he'd stroked me. He'd really pegged it when he'd said we had the same build.

  Dalton yanked the covers down and shoved me towards the bed. If the man kept up the roughhousing, I'd have to hurt him.

  My gaze locked with his in the dim light. His feral grin said more than words ever could. He'd like it if I pushed back. I shook my head. It would have to wait for another night.

  "Not tonight, Dalton.” I made another grab for his cock, but he sidestepped out of reach.

  Even with my impaired brain function I knew it wasn't smart to play rough with two stiff dicks bobbing about, but I needed his mouth on me again. Needed.

  I lunged, slamming full body into him. We tumbled to the bed. His arms came around me, his voice rough in my ear as he pinned me beneath him, sweaty naked skin to sweaty naked skin.

  "Tell me what you want, Reed. Anything."

  "Everything."

  "You're not ready for everything, no matter what you think.” Dalton rose up on his elbow and pushed the hair off my forehead. “Be still."

  No problem. He slid down across my torso, trailing bites along the way. I jumped every time he nipped me, surprised by both his actions and the resulting pleasurable electric jolts that shot through my groin. The air left my lungs as his mouth came down over my cock again.

  His wet, warm tongue pressed firmly to the flat of the head. Soft lips surrounded my penis, lips as soft as the inside of any woman I'd ever had. My hips rocked up, pleading for more of the exquisite torture. The pressure grew in my balls as Dalton cupped them.

  Strong fingers grasped the base of my shaft and he deep-throated my dick again. How the hell could he do that? I didn't know, didn't care, just wanted him to do it again.

  He did. Again and again he moved his lips over my cock, sucking me in. Dalton hummed deep in his throat, making buzz-like vibrations that took my breath away. The heat in my groin spread. I wanted to come. I needed to come, but those skillful, tight fingers banded around the base of my cock wouldn't let me. My lungs burned with the effort to breathe.

  The pressure of his fingers eased as he held my shaft between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the skin. Dalton teased me with his tongue, smoothly circling the rim, flicking the head with feather-light touches. He slipped his other hand beneath me and pressed against my anus. I crossed the threshold.

  "I'm coming!"

  The pressure at my ass increased and my world tilted and dropped me into darkness. My balls drew up tight to my body, throbbing mercilessly, gloriously. My leg muscles clenched to the point of cramping, then every nerve ending in my body came to life. The only thing that existed in my world was my cock in Dalton's greedy mouth. I came harder than I ever had in my life.

  The ecstasy seized me, turning me inside out. The pure white pleasure whipped through me. I was dimly aware of Dalton calmly sucking me dry as I shot in his mouth. His hands stilled and I fell back into myself, weak and panting, but alive.

  So alive. Every molecule in my body vibrated deliciously with life.

  With one last lick he released me and left the bed. I couldn't raise my head to see what he was doing. I didn't want to open my eyes and find I'd dreamed the last half-hour. My body had morphed into a gelatinous blob incapable of movement and still I wanted more. I needed three minutes to catch my breath and I'd be ready to go again.

  Soft sounds drifted from the bathroom and then he was beside me again. Silhouetted in the beam of light from the other room, I got a tantalizing glimpse of his hard cock. I rolled to my side, facing him, as he settled back on the bed. Dalton stretched out beside me, his hand resting on my hip. My hand closed around his erect cock.

  "Suck me,” he growled in my ear, his fingers walking across my ass cheek.

  "Oh, gawd.” I groaned. “I can't move."

  He pumped into my hand, and I tightened my grip on his shaft to increase the friction for him.

  "Don't make me whoop you, boy.” His tongue laved my ear. I rolled my head so he could get to my neck. He obliged, kissing his way down to my shoulder. His cock pulsed in my hand. Turning to him I found his mouth and tasted the lingering salty-bitter musk of my own semen. I ended the kiss and pulled away to look at him.

  "It's clear you'd enjoy ‘whooping’ me, Dalton, so take this to heart. I can and will whoop you back."

  Dalton snorted and kissed me again. I sensed his arousal rising once more. It wasn't lost on me that he had to be wondering if I would actually stay and continue or bolt for safety. Unsure of how to express my gratitude of his willingness to ease me through the evening, I said nothing, opting to go boldly forward to something I'd never done.

  I eased from his embrace and licked my way down his chest. The springy mat of hair he sported tickled my nose. His skin tasted salty, and when I hit the spot where he'd splashed cologne, not so hot. I spit and sputtered in protest, drawing a soft laugh from him.

  "Next time I'll splash my ass.” He snickered at me. I smacked his hip and he laughed louder.

  I knew he'd like the sting so I bit his nipple. His hand cupped the back of my head, holding me there. I laved the tiny nub with my tongue, suckling him. The breathy sigh that passed his lips encouraged me. My hand closed around his cock again. I lowered my head, and his hips flexed, rising to meet me.

  In the sudden nervousness that hit me I feared I'd miss some of the finer points and disappoint him. I'd always wondered about giving head. I found it confusing half the women I'd known thought it disgusting, and half enjoyed it. None had ever excited me to the level Dalton had. The low moan that rolled out of Dalton put my nervous mental wanderings at rest. He stroked the back of my head, then buried his fingers in my hair.

  His cock pulsed as I ran my fingertips over it. Base to tip, across the large vein, I didn't miss any spot as he quivered under my touch. A pearlescent drop appeared and I rubbed its silky moisture over the head. I breathed in his musky scent and eased my mouth down over him, savoring the unique taste of warm, male skin.

  I teased him as he had me, with gentle licks and quick flicks of my tongue, giving special attention to the rim. My cock hardened as I pleasured him and his arousal fed my own. His hips rose and fell restlessly and I slipped my hand beneath him. He tensed, then relaxed as I teased beneath his balls. I was awash with greed as I flexed my hips into the bedding, reveling in the friction of the linen on the sensitive skin of my dick.

  I tasted the salty-sour drop of pre-cum his body released. He said my name, a breathy sigh, as his grip on my head tightened and I knew he was near orgasm. So was I.

  Dalton cried out, a low, dark sound I knew, having made a similar one myself a few times on the verge of orgasm. His cock pulsed beneath my fingers, then his hot semen filled my mouth. The sensation surprised me and I jumped. He gripped my hair and pulled me away. I kept my hand moving on him, drawing a low moan from him every time he shot. It was all I needed to fall gloriously over the edge with him.

  I brought my aching cock against his hairy thigh and thrust against him, releasing my load. I think he chuckled as he hauled my mouth up to his. I was floating in an orgasmic mist and it didn't matter if he laughed his ass off at me.

  Making love with a man was everything I'd always dreamed it
would be. Every joint in my body went weak as I floated down to earth, back to Dalton's arms around me and the wet, tangled sheets beneath me. And still I wanted more.

  Some part of me registered disappointment that he had pulled me away from what was part of making love to him. I'd know what to expect next time, and he wouldn't need to fear injury.

  Hell. He was laughing, a contented, happy sound that made my toes curl.

  "What?” I rasped at him.

  "You slimed me."

  "So? What's your point? It's not like I could hold it in."

  He laughed louder, before he sobered and turned to face me. His concerned gaze met mine. “Are you doing okay, Reed?"

  There wasn't any point attempting to play stupid and avoid answering him. I knew what he meant. What I didn't know was the honest answer. I gave him a hug. “Yeah, I think so. I'm not freaked out or anything bad."

  He cupped my cheek with his rough carpenter's palm. “You're welcome to stay all night, you know. But if you need some space to think about this...” His voice trailed off.

  Did I want to go? Leave him and go back to a bed that would be lonelier than ever now?

  "I'd like to stay,” I said firmly.

  Dalton was quiet for the space of several heartbeats, then spoke softly. “What if staying means I want to take this a step further?"

  So much for his statement that tonight was for taking it slow and simple. My chest tightened, making it hard to breathe. I shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cool air blowing across my sweaty skin. My cock twitched. Was I really ready to let him fuck me?

  The forbidden images of my dreams danced in the darkness above me, images that, for the last six weeks, had worn Dalton's face.

  "Reed?"

  "No matter what I say, it's going to be the wrong thing, Dalton. If I say okay and we take the next step, you'll wonder if you pushed me. If I say I want to try and go to sleep, you'll think I'm disappointed with you. If I say I'm going home, you'll think I'm done with you."

  He draped his thigh over mine and sighed. “Why do you think yourself in circles? I've been right where you are, and it's not that complicated."

  My curiosity ran rampant. Would he tell me more about himself? He'd said very little about his past. Our conversations had occurred at a very public bar was one of the reasons why, but I sensed his reluctance to dredge up bad memories to be the real reason. Still, I needed to know a few things.

  "How long ago did you take the first step?"

  "A long time back, Reed. Before I married. I spent a lot of years denying who I was so I could be a father to my kids. When the youngest turned sixteen, I confessed to my wife. I don't think it surprised her."

  "That's when you divorced?"

  "No, we waited a while. That's when she and I very quietly did the things for her lifestyle not to be hurt when we did divorce. We took it slow for the kids, made the arrangements for college to be taken care of, and we told them their parents had married too young and had grown too far apart to stay together. It was all very civilized."

  And also cold and sterile. His voice held lingering grief.

  "She must have been hurt."

  "Yeah. A bit. Enough, Reed. Just tell me, straight up, what you want."

  "Like straight up the ass?"

  "No, smartass. Like be honest."

  I kissed him, delving into the heat of his mouth when his lips opened. He edged closer, easing his long frame over mine. His growing erection rose slowly along my thigh. I looked up at him. “I want you, Dalton."

  The corner of his mouth curved into a quirky smile. “I'm afraid you've already got me."

  Oh, Christ, what did that mean? My heart stopped, then lurched into high gear. However many layers there were to his statement, right now it was patently obvious which one came first. He gripped the back of my knee and lifted, spreading my thighs and easing between them. I started to shake, overcome by a strange mix of lust, eagerness, and plain old fear.

  Dalton kissed me, lingering at my lips. The rest of him didn't seem in sync with that patient caress. His pelvis arched to mine, over and over, his cock gliding over mine, sending tiny shockwaves through my tense body. His forehead dropped against mine.

  "You're not sure about this, Reed. We should let it go for now."

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, uncertain of how to respond. He was right. I frequently did think myself into a maze. One thing I did know, sooner or later I would lose my “virginity,” and sooner suited me better.

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  CHAPTER 5

  "I'm as sure as I'll be until it's done, Dalton.” I thought the calm, clinical conversation about allowing another man to penetrate me strange. It was at great odds with how I felt. Every nerve ending in my body screamed to be fucked. My skin prickled, my balls tingled, and the longing inside me to be taken by him stole my breath with its insistent pounding.

  He pulled away, watching me intently. I met his gaze without blinking. “How did you feel your first time? Uncertain? Hesitant? Scared?"

  A muscle in his jaw flexed. He nodded. “All those things. I was young and stupid."

  An ugly thought coalesced in my mind, the form and substance of which sent an icy finger of dread down my spine. “You were hurt."

  He swallowed hard. The taut lines of his face sharpened, and I saw some of the anger he suppressed so well.

  "I picked the wrong man,” he replied, his voice terse. “There was no one I could go to for help either. No one. I don't want to hurt you like that."

  I glimpsed one of his demons, one that surely preyed on him in the dark when he was alone and defenseless against it. Did it keep him from reaching out? Had it been loosed these last few weeks while he conducted his careful courtship of me? Could I slay it and give him peace?

  "Dalton, you're not that man. That's worlds away from right here, right now."

  "It's in me, Reed. I've never..."

  "What?"

  "I've steered clear of the inexperienced."

  His unspoken “until now” hung in the air, piquing my curiosity to new levels. What was it about Dalton that made me want him so? “So I'm your first ‘deflowering'?"

  "Oh, Lord,” he said with a sigh. Some of the tension flowed out of him, not that it affected his cock, which was still quite tense, in a good way. “You're my second, if you want to be precise and count the ex-wife."

  My arms fell to the bed, limp. “Well, shit, Dalton, there goes that fantasy."

  "Sorry.” His arms slipped beneath me. I sensed a shift in him from urgency to something slower, less hurried. “Maybe if I knew what you expected, it would help."

  "Well, shit, Dalton,” I repeated, slipping my hand between our bodies and wrapping my fingers around his cock, “I expect this is going to hurt a bit at first."

  "Less than you'd imagine if I'm careful enough.” He looked at me sternly. “You've got to relax fully, and that's not always easy."

  All the talk had me ready to jump out of my skin. If he refused to take me now, to show me what was possible between us, I'd do as threatened and whoop him until he did.

  "I don't know about you, but my eyes are crossing and I'm about to shoot all over your belly again."

  His mouth dropped open, then a slow smile spread across his features. “You need spanked, boy. You always this horny?"

  I moaned at the thought of his hands on my ass, no matter what they were doing. He laughed wickedly. I pulled his mouth down to mine, eager to move to the place where our bodies talked for us. He kissed me soundly, our tongues moving in an intricate dance of give and take, while our hips pressed tighter. His lips moved to caress my cheek, my neck, my shoulders. I kept my eyes closed and drifted on the wings his touch gave me.

  "I wish I knew why being with you is better than any woman I've ever been with."

  He inhaled, a short, quick breath. “It's your question, Reed, and ultimately you're the only one who can find the reason.” He released me and rolled off the bed. I
watched his tight, muscular ass as he walked to the bathroom.

  When he returned, he laid a pack of condoms and a tube of lube beside the bed. Gooseflesh rose on my skin in delicious anticipation. My cock lengthened again. Never had I been aroused enough to be able to get off a third time, but I had no doubt of it happening.

  He turned and walked away again, treating me to a few more moments of ass voyeurism.

  "Now where are you going?” I called after him.

  He reappeared with two shots of bourbon. I accepted mine with thanks.

  We tapped our shot glasses together and downed the golden-brown nectar in unison. Funny how I'd never cared too much for the stuff and now I liked it. Dalton flopped down on the bed beside me. My gaze dropped to his cock.

  He shook his head. “First, I have a question."

  "Shoot."

  He grinned, showing even white teeth. “Does the elder Mr. Kauffman know you're gay?"

  I snorted. “What makes you think I'm gay? Because I'm naked in bed with another man and I just sucked his dick?"

  "Well, Reed, that is sorta my first clue."

  The nervous tapping of his left index finger drew me. “If you want a cigarette, go get one."

  Dalton shot me a sideways glance. “I've had my one for today. I've come this far to quitting, I'm not backsliding now."

  It didn't seem wise to point out to him if he could get by on one a day he could get by on none. I chose a safer course. “Congratulations. It's a tough addiction to break."

  "So is boffing guys up the ass. I'm not even going to think about rehabbing myself on that. Are you going to answer my question?"

  "I wouldn't want you to, and no, dear old Dad does not know for certain his heir likes boys,” I told him dryly.

  "That's not the talk."

  "Oh? That's always been the talk, and I'm sure he's heard it. That's why, when I broke it off with the last girlfriend, his head exploded. The fallout of that eruption landed me out here where he doesn't have to look at his ‘failure.'” I sighed and stroked his cheek with my knuckles.