by KyAnn Waters
Curling his heel around Joel’s calf, Asher tucked his hips and ground his cock against Joel’s. Hot, sweat-slickened skin trapped their dicks. Sliding together, the friction intensified. Penetration filled him, completed him because he was connected to Joel, but this was no less arousing. This was fucking, too. Joel rocked fast, dug deeper.
Asher braced his hands on Joel’s hips, curved his palms over Joel’s buttocks, and gripped him tight. “Feels good.” Hard cock rubbing against hard cock. Asher’s balls tightened, pressed snuggly against Joel’s. “Kiss me.”
Joel lowered his mouth. Lips parted and Joel’s tongue snaked into his mouth. Asher groaned, gripping his thighs to Joel’s flanks. The sweet decadent taste of his mouth sent swirling heat through Asher. Cream trickled from his cock as Joel continued to rock into him. Braced on his arms, Joel leveraged higher. With light suction, Asher kept their mouths sealed. Tongues tangled, sliding together in an erotic encounter for dominance.
Surging up, Joel gasped for breath. “I’m going to come.” His eyes closed and his jaw clenched. Lips pulled back in a snarl.
“Fuck.” Asher tightened his hold on Joel, keeping their cocks trapped between them. He lifted his head and nipped Joel’s pectoral muscles, then rasped his tongue across Joel’s nipple.
Joel’s neck stretched, defined tendons and veins bulged. A flush crept up his neck and a guttural groan ripped from his chest. Muscles in his arms flexed and his ass clenched. Asher gripped hard as a violent shudder racked Joel. Hot cream slicked their bellies. Slippery wetness coated Asher’s cock. Too hot, too intense.
Asher gritted his teeth and his nuts contracted. Pulse after hard pulse fired through his cock. Euphoria numbed his mind as electric shivers chased over his flesh. As he gasped for breath, his abdominals clenched, jerking his body.
Finally, the tension waned. His legs dropped to the bed and his arms flopped to his side. Joel rested on his chest and nuzzled into his neck. He kissed Asher, breathing him in. And then he laughed.
“What?”
Joel shifted onto his side and braced on his elbow. “I was just thinking about you, about how both men and women are always coming on to you.” His gaze narrowed. “I just knew you had to be good in bed.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. But I had no idea how good good could be. I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had…without actually having sex.”
Asher leaned over, slid his lips against Joel’s and traced the curve of his mouth with his tongue. “Then just wait until I fuck you. Good is going to get a whole lot better.”
Chapter Six
Asher’s gaze followed the attendant as she strode down the aisle. And her gaze was glued to Joel. Simmering heat bloomed in Asher’s belly. Whether she stared because Joel had his hand high on Asher’s thigh, was whispering in his ear, or whether she wanted some of Joel for herself didn’t matter to Asher. He’s mine.
“Are you trying to make me jealous?” Joel brushed a subtle kiss against his neck.
Asher snapped his gaze to Joel. “It’s you she can’t keep her eyes off of. Besides, I’d rather make you hard.”
“You’re doing that, too.”
“Good. Because I know just what to do with you the minute I get you alone.”
“Tell me.” Joel reclined the seat, leaned back and closed his eyes. “Give me a wet dream.”
Asher glanced to those seated around them. Someone might hear, but he didn’t care. He shifted onto his left butt cheek and leaned into Joel. “As soon as I get you home—”
Joel cracked his eyes open. “Are we going to your place or my place? I’m visualizing and I need details.”
“Your place.” A flare of uncertainty surged through Asher. For all his openness this weekend, and for all his talk, he’d never really come out to his family. Whom he fucked was always his business. But he wasn’t going to want to hide Joel. Nolan would be waiting at the airport to pick them up. Was he now supposed to pretend they were just back to friends?
“Keep going.”
“That’s up to you.” Asher lowered his voice. “The anticipation will make waiting seem like an eternity. Nolan drives like an old woman. When he finally drops us off, we’ll practically run to the house. While you unlock the door, I’m going to hold you by the hips and grind my cock into your ass.” He’d sink his teeth into the hard meat of Joel’s shoulder, kick his legs apart and then reach around and grip his cock until he begged for Asher to fuck him. This fantasy could get hotter and dirtier, but not if Joel was opposed to public displays of affection.
“You’re thinking, not sharing.”
Asher turned his gaze back to Joel. “Nolan doesn’t know I’m gay.” He shrugged and smiled. “I doubt anyone in my family knows, although I don’t think it’s going to come as a surprise.”
“What are you saying? Do you want to keep us a secret?”
“Fuck no. I’d blow you right now, but I think we’d get arrested for lewd and totally fucking hot behavior.”
Joel laughed. “You’re saying you want to kiss me in public?”
“Yeah, I want to kiss you.” He sealed his lips over Joel’s, slipping in for a taste of tongue then inching back. “I need to touch you.” He slid his palm over Joel, tracing the crease where thigh met groin and letting his fingers run the edge of Joel’s thickening cock.
“Oh god.” Joel’s head pressed into the seat. “You make me so hard. If you keep that up, I’m not going to make it to my place before I need to fuck you.”
Asher continued his discreet fondle of Joel’s bulge. He checked the aisle. The attendant was far enough away and other passengers were otherwise distracted. Asher cupped his hand over Joel’s cock and squeezed. “I want to unzip these conservative slacks, pull out your dick, and lick the cream I know is making you wet. Once I suck on the head, you’ll fuck my mouth.” He rubbed Joel’s cock harder, keeping his voice whisper quiet. Joel’s eyes were closed and his breathing grew erratic. “Grab my hair and fuck my face, Joel.”
Joel reached up and twisted his fingers into Asher’s hair.
“You like it rough. I watched you stroke off in the shower, squeezing your cock until the head turned purple. Just wait, Joel. I know just how to fuck you. I’ll make you hurt so good.”
Joel’s fingers tightened into a fist.
“You want sex hard and dirty. Don’t worry, baby, you can have me any way, anywhere you want me.”
Joel moaned, shoved Asher’s hand away and stood. “Asshole.” He grinned and shielded his cock with his hands. “I’ll be right back. Wait here knowing I’m in the bathroom, a single seat into the mile high club.”
Asher laughed as Joel scooted past him and started down the aisle. “And don’t ring for the attendants. Just let me know if you need help.”
Joel stalked down the aisle and went into the lavatory. Asher closed his eyes, imagining he was in the restroom with Joel, that it was his fingers wrapped around Joel’s cock. The room was small. They crowd in close together with barely room to move as they kissed and touched. Reckless and daring.
Remembering the length and girth of Joel’s hard shaft, Asher felt his own erection tighten. But unlike Joel he didn’t want instant gratification, rather wanted to draw out the anticipation. Sex for Joel was hard, fast, and rough. Come quickly, recharge to be able to fuck again. Asher wanted to feel every sensation, look into Joel’s intense green eyes and make sex an erotic, yet sensual exchange.
He sighed and relaxed into the seat. By now Joel’s cock would be raw as he slid his fist along the length. Faster. Joel’s heart would pound—like Asher’s was knowing Joel jacked off in the restroom. Balls tightening and sparks igniting behind his eyes. Oh, yeah. Cum shooting from the slit, muscles contracting as Joel careened into orgasm.
“Wet dreams?”
Asher’s eyes opened and Joel grinned, his gaze lingering on the swell of Asher’s erection. “Yeah, you may not have seen me, but I was in there with you.”
Joel took his seat. “N
ext time.”
“Next time.” And he would.
* * *
The plane landed and taxied to the terminal. Once the fasten seatbelt sign went off, people filed into the aisle, crowding to get their belongings from the overhead bins. Joel and Asher sat in their seats, quiet descending even with the noise around them.
Once the aisle cleared, Asher stood, grabbed Joel’s carryon from the bin, then tugged down his. He waited as Joel stepped into the aisle. “Are you glad to be home?”
“Yes.” A soft smile curled his lips. “And no. Mexico was amazing. You were amazing. A few more days would have suited me fine. Tomorrow means back to the usual grind.”
“We still have tonight.” Asher slapped Joel on the shoulder. “And I can’t wait to get you home.”
They made their way down the aisle, out of the plane and into the terminal. Since they had their carryon baggage, they headed toward the main exit of the airport. As they approached the glass automatic doors leading to the passenger drop off and pick up, Asher placed a hand on Joel’s arm, stopping him.
Joel turned with a questioning glance. “You okay?”
“I’m fine, but in two minutes we’re going to be in Nolan’s truck. What do you want? I mean, I’m okay if you need more time, if you’re not sure. We’re home now. In Mexico we could do what we wanted to do, be what we wanted. Here, if anyone finds out we’re together, there won’t be any going back.”
“I know.” Joel released the handle of his carryon, stepped closer, and curled his fingers around the nape of Asher’s neck. He kissed him. Hot, sexy and slow as hell with lips, tongue and teeth.
A shiver raced along Asher’s spine and he responded. He wrapped his arms around Joel, holding him as if they were lovers. Because they were. Opening his mouth wider, he slid his tongue along Joel’s, tasting him…claiming him. His cock hardened and kicked against the fly of his shorts. Asher smiled against Joel’s mouth. “I guess that answers my question.”
“Good.” His eyes narrowed and his mouth tightened. “I’m not ashamed of you. I’m not scared of what people will think of me.” He took a deep breath. “But you know me. I’m not outgoing and adventurous. At least, I wasn’t until this weekend, with you. Don’t expect me to change overnight, but never doubt that I’m in this, with you. We’ve always been in a relationship.” A lecherous grin tilted his mouth. “Now I won’t mind so much when you sleep naked.”
Asher laughed, stepped back and grabbed the handle to his carryon. Joel did the same, and they exited the terminal.
Pausing just outside the door, Asher slipped on his glasses and looked for his brother’s truck. A horn sounded. Asher spun toward the sound and waved. “He’s here.”
Nolan exited the truck as they approached. “God, look at you both, tan and happy. I guess I don’t need to ask if you two had fun.” He laughed and tossed Asher’s bag into the bed of the truck. Joel did the same with his.
“Three days wasn’t long enough. Next time we’re going for a week,” Joel said and winked at Asher.
Asher opened the passenger door, released the seat to fall forward. Nolan walked around the bed of the truck to the driver’s side. Asher noted where his brother was while he caressed Joel’s ass as he climbed into the rear jump seat. Joel paused. Asher took advantage, groping a bit more of Joel’s ass.
“How was the flight?” Nolan opened the driver’s door. Joel nearly fell into the truck and Asher chuckled as he climbed into the passenger seat.
“Flight was good, vacation was good, everything is good.” The last good leisurely rolled off Asher’s tongue.
“And being home is good.” Joel stretched out his legs across the width of the cab and leaned his head against the window. “Thanks for picking us up.”
“No problem.” Nolan looked right then left before easing the truck into airport traffic. “Where to?”
“Just drop us off at Joel’s.” The words simmered heat in his gut. Home with Joel.
Asher was keenly aware of Joel in the back seat. He dropped the visor, angled the mirror, and stared at the man consuming his every thought. His head leaned against the window, his eyes were closed, and his lips were slightly parted. Asher’s pulse spiked. He was in trouble here. Never could he go back to being just friends. Being with Joel was the happiest he’d ever felt. Thinking about Joel in bed and knowing they’d wake together in the morning, sent a quiver through Asher.
Joel opened his eyes, met Asher’s stare in the mirror and smiled. Asher popped the visor back up, tamped down the flash of arousal and turned to his brother.
Nolan gave him a strange look, arched a brow then smiled. “So what did you two do in Mexico?”
Asher heard the veiled inquisition. But he wasn’t about to reveal any of the intimate details. “Relaxed on the beach and spent the weekend with a continuous buzz. All inclusive included drinks.”
Joel chuckled from the backseat. “We did a little more than that.”
“Oh, yeah.” Nolan’s gaze rested heavy on Asher. “Like what?”
Joel answered, unaware of the looks passing between Asher and Nolan. “We had massages, drank margaritas on the beach, hit the clubs, oh, and we went sailing on a Hobie Cat.”
Nolan glanced at Joel in the rearview mirror. “You?” His smile widened. “Excellent. It’s good to see you letting loose.”
Joel had more than let loose. He’d shed his inhibitions. Conservative Joel became wild and adventurous Joel. Asher had even glimpsed a bit of a reckless and daring Joel.
As they drove to Joel’s, Asher related the mundane details to his brother. Although Joel had kissed him in the airport, said he didn’t want to keep their relationship a secret, Asher wasn’t ready to make any declarations to his family. Almost as if by keeping the secret he could keep Joel to himself for just a little longer…at least for tonight.
Nolan took a left. Another minute or two and they’d be home. Because from tonight on, Asher had no intention of sleeping anywhere but with Joel, regardless of whose house they were in. Nolan turned onto Joel’s street.
“We’re home.” Asher reached behind the seat and tapped Joel’s leg.
Joel sat up straighter and yawned. “Good. I’m tired and hungry. Let’s just grab a few things, head to your place, and crash out for a couple of hours.”
Nolan pulled up to the curb in front of Joel’s house.
“Joel?” Asher’s stomach plummeted to his feet. It wasn’t Joel’s car in the driveway. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Fuck,” Joel said mimicking Asher’s thoughts. “That’s Shelly’s car.”
For a moment, Asher couldn’t breathe. The car didn’t mean anything. But what could she want? She’d already taken everything. She hasn’t taken his heart. After this weekend, after sharing so much, Joel wouldn’t be tempted. Would he? Fuck.
Saliva filled Asher’s mouth and pressure mounted behind his eyes. Insecurity washed over him in a wave, making his knees weak. Vise-like pressure tightened against his chest. With a slow steady inhale, he attempted an outward appearance of calm. No one would make a scene. Joel would tell her to leave. He’d said it was over, and this weekend had proved it to Asher.
Facing Shelly, would Joel feel the same? “I thought she left the house key on the counter.” Somebody was in the house. Music pumped through the open windows.
“So did I. She took the furniture. She’s not getting the whole damn house.” Bitterness laced Joel’s words. He’d said he didn’t care about the furniture. If tone revealed anything, Joel wasn’t as indifferent as he claimed to be.
Asher opened the door, released the seat and stepped back so Joel could climb from the car.
Joel stood and stared at the house. The door opened and there she was.
Asher felt on the verge of vomiting. She and Joel had history. Was three days long enough to put perspective on a relationship? Three days away from Shelly…and three days with Asher. Joel might miss the good times he’d shared with Shelly. In two years, there had to have been some c
hemistry. Asher had only been Joel’s weekend boyfriend. He hadn’t nearly enough time to show Joel how good they were together.
And Shelly looked good. Long legs, bare feet and cut off shorts. A white tank clung to her big tits and her blond hair bounced on her shoulders. She didn’t come running out of the house. Slipping her palms into her tight shorts, she then leaned against the doorjamb, a tentative smile curling her pink lips.
Joel didn’t speak, didn’t move. He just stared across the lawn. Asher hated the twisting jealousy in his gut. She’d had Joel for two years, taken him for granted and now appeared to want to waltz back into his house…into his life. Too bad. She’d fucked up. He’s mine now.
“Do you want me to come in with you?” Tell her to get the fuck out. Tell her you’re in love with me.
Joel turned to Asher…and his chest felt as if it could explode. Asher could see the words written on Joel’s face before they left his mouth. “I probably should talk to her. Maybe it was wishful thinking to assume we could break off easy.”
Fear knifed through his chest and then settled in his belly like lead weight. “Okay.” Asher turned, grabbed Joel’s suitcase from the bed of the truck and set it on the grass. “Then I’ll see you later.”
Joel looked hard at Asher, his lips a thin line. “I’ll call you. I’m sorry.”
Sorry Shelly was back, sorry he was asking Asher to leave instead of his ex bitch, or sorry that Shelly was standing in Joel’s door as if she belonged there?
“Do what you need to do. I’ll catch you later.” Asher sat in the passenger seat.
“Asher—”
“Don’t worry about it. Take care of your business. Go,” he snapped at Nolan.
Nolan put the truck in gear and drove. Asher refused to look back, refused to see if Joel watched him leave…or worse if Joel went into the arms of his ex.
“Want to tell me what the fuck is going on with you and Joel?”
“None of your business.”
Nolan snorted. “Whatever. It’s my business when I see Joel shove his tongue down your throat.”