by Tara Lain
Mac sort of heard that last remark, his mind still fixed on fucking Trelain. Did Daniel like to watch too? Shit, he’d think about that later.
Chapter Twelve
Trelain walked backward down the hall holding both of Mac’s hands in his and gazing into the reporter’s eyes. He now understood the American expression “deer in the headlights.” The big brown eyes were wide and bright, but the man’s cock strained the front of his cargo pants, so part of that brightness was lust. Good. Because he was sodding well ready to explode, but which would go first, his prick or his heart? Why did this man captivate him so? Maybe he’d find out in the bedroom.
When he backed against the bedroom door, he reached around and opened it, then led the unprotesting reporter into the room and straight across to the bed. Pushing Mac down to sit on the edge, Trelain went back and closed the door and then turned. The man hadn’t moved. “Take off your clothes, Mac.”
As if he had to obey, the man reached down and unbuttoned the casual print shirt he wore hanging outside the cargoes. Trelain watched as the material separated, presenting a lean, hard chest with a light dusting of brown hair around his very erect nipples. He pulled the shirt off and just held it on his lap. Clearly, Mac was terrified.
Trelain walked over and took the shirt from him, tossing it onto a bedside chair. He sat beside the unmoving man and unbuttoned his own silk shirt, throwing it on top of Mac’s. He reached for Mac’s hand and brought it to his own chest. “Touch me.”
The big hand with long, blunt-tipped fingers gently caressed Trelain’s collarbone, then gradually moved down across the swell of his chest. When he grazed the nipple, Trelain couldn’t help an indrawn breath. Mac’s hand froze, and his eyes looked even wider than before. Trelain smiled. “I love that, Mac. Do it some more.”
Staring into Trelain’s eyes, Mac gently ran his hand back and forth across the hard nipple. He cleared his throat, but his voice was still a whisper. “Sweet Jesus, you’re so beautiful.”
Trelain felt heat behind his eyes. So bloody sweet. “So are you.”
Mac shook his head vehemently. “No, I’m big and awkward and skinny.”
Trelain touched a hand to his cheek, holding the shaggy head still. “You’re tall and lean and mesmerizing, and I love looking at you. And I want to suck you so bad, my throat hurts from the wanting.” He reached over and began to pull down the zipper on Mac’s pants. Though the khaki material was roomy, it was still a struggle getting the zipper past the huge bulge of that cock. Bugger, the man was hung, as he remembered from their dual jack off back at the hotel.
A little effort got it down, Mac just staring, but not helping, as if the cock belonged to someone else. Trelain unbuttoned the waist. “Let’s get these off you.” He pulled, and Mac raised his hips. Breathing hard, Trelain thought more from fear than passion, the big man helped pull his pants and boxer briefs off until he was sitting nude on the bed, his big cock sticking up between his closed legs like he was playing with a sausage. Trelain loved sausage.
He pushed Mac backward on the bed. That big, lean body looked like heaven finally spread out for his enjoyment. He bent forward and licked the rock-hard cock that stretched well above Mac’s navel. Mac shuddered.
“Have you ever had a man’s mouth on you before, Mac?”
The answer was almost too soft to hear. “No. Just hands.”
“Ever dream of it?”
“Yes.” He paused. Trelain licked again, plunging his nose deep into the man’s groin to inhale the sweet, pungent smell. Mac whimpered. “Oh God, every night since I met you.”
“Good.” Trelain wrapped his lips around that big prick in one move. He heard “Holy shit!” come from the bed beside him, but he sucked like a child with a penny sweet who wouldn’t let go. Let’s give this boy some experience of what it’s like to be sucked by a man.
“Oh my God, Trelain. Oh my God.” Mac’s hips began to buck, shoving that rod deep into Trelain’s throat. He could take it. Fucking hell, he wanted it all. Mac’s dick filled his mouth and throat until he could barely swallow—barely breathe—but chyort, it was so good. He licked up one side and down the other, then round and round the head, before deep throating again. He relaxed his neck muscles and began to swallow as Mac literally screamed above him. Oh shit, he wanted to fuck. Couldn’t let him come yet. He needed that cock for bigger things.
Trelain popped his mouth off the big meat. “Mac, you have to bugger me. I need it. Been dreaming of it.” He scrambled to the side table, grabbed lube and a condom from the drawer, and returned to the still supine body. After pulling off his own trousers and throwing them at the chair, he rolled the rubber on the big rod and then lubed it. He pushed two fingers of lube into his own hole and worked it in and out. Felt good, but not good enough.
He pulled on Mac’s arm. “C’mon. Fuck me. Do it.”
Mac sat up with the huge eyes again.
“It’s not very different from arse-fucking a woman. I’ve got all the lube in already. Just shove it in me. You’ll know what to do, trust me.”
Mac was panting, and this time it had to be passion. His cock was leaking and so big, it looked ready to explode.
Trelain knelt on all fours and lowered his head to the bed, leaving what he hoped was an irresistible arse sticking up in Mac’s face. “Stick it in, Mac.” The man just stared. “Do it, damn it!”
Big hands grabbed Trelain’s arse, and he felt a huge blunt head at his hole. Fortunately, he’d been practicing on Daniel for a few days, because Mac was pushing through his fear with urgency. He shoved. Bugger! Trelain felt heat and burn as the big thing invaded his pulsing anus. Another shove, and the thing had to be halfway in or more. Oh Christ on a bike, it was huge. One more shove, and heat streaked through his gland and lit up his whole nervous system. “Holy bloody Christ, don’t stop. Bugger me. Fuck, Mac, fuck.”
The man took the command. Breathing like a freight train, making deep moaning and grunting sounds, Mac began to hammer into his hole.
Heat built in his balls. No, he didn’t want it to end. It was too sweet, too incredible to ever end. But his cock wasn’t having it.
Mac leaned farther over his back and pounded harder. “Oh God, oh God, I didn’t know. Oh, yes, God…”
He was ready to blow, and Trelain couldn’t resist. He reached a hand down and grabbed his own cock. Mac’s big hand slapped him away and wrapped around his burning prick. “Oh, Mac. Yes, please.”
And with that huge cock ramming his ass, and that big hand madly stroking his cock, the top of his head flew off into space and torrents of cum spilled into Mac’s big paw.
Then he heard a wail. “Oh my God, I never knew…” And heat filled his hole while he pictured a gallon of semen filling the condom in his ass.
That was the end of him. He was wrecked. The fucking reporter owned him.
* * *
Okay, maybe your heart could beat that fast without cardiac arrest. Who knew?
Mac lay on his back, eyes closed, with his heart rate and respiration starting to return to normal. He felt Trelain get up, and a couple moments later, felt a warm cloth wipe gently over his face and chest, then cleanse the cum from his hand. Jesus, that was sweet. No woman had ever done that for him. Of course, no woman had ever left him sticky with semen. Yeah, and in his whole fucking life, no woman had ever made him come like that. Never once. Oh shit. Oh shit.
“Mac?” The voice was soft, near his ear. “Mac, are you okay?”
He nodded.
A soft hand wiped his face. “Mac, you’re crying.”
Oh no. God. He struggled to sit up, but Trelain pushed him back down. Jeez, the man was so strong for a little guy.
He felt that lithe, hard body press against his side and a hand caress his chest. “I hope I didn’t push you too hard and make you do something you regret.”
He could only whisper. “No, how could I regret something like that? Something that wonderful.”
“I feel that way too.”
“Tell me.”
“I’m twenty-seven years old. All this time…”
He heard a soft chuckle. “Everyone has to, what do you guys say? Everyone has to kiss a lot of frogs. Yours just happened to be female.”
Was that all there was to it? “Maybe. But why didn’t I even suspect that I might prefer men? Of course, I’m not sure now that I really prefer guys. I just prefer you.”
Pounce. That graceful body rose up and landed on top of him, kissing every available surface. “Oh, you are the sweetest creature.” Kiss. “I am so happy to be the one you prefer.” Kiss. “And I loved you fucking me and want to do it again and again.” Kiss. Kiss.
That got some interest from a cock he would have sworn would never rise again. But still. “Probably, I should rest a bit longer, not being quite as young as you are.”
Trelain leaned back from his kissing enterprise and looked in Mac’s face. “I’m honored to have worn you out and will be delighted to wait for the serpent to resume its dance.” He rolled off Mac’s body, pulled the covers and pushed at Mac until he had them both under a silk coverlet, and then reached over and switched off the bedroom light. Mac felt a smooth ass push against him, and he rolled over until he could wrap himself around that gorgeous body. “I may have to get up and pee.”
“Mmmm.” Trelain snuggled tighter against him.
Jesus. He’d never liked sleeping with a woman all night and only did it when he had no choice but to hurt the woman’s feelings or give in. But being wrapped around Trelain felt right.
He sighed. Trelain didn’t realize, but in Mac’s world, this was not a small problem. How would his father take the idea that his only son was having sex with a man, whether he identified himself as gay or not? Hell, Devin wouldn’t be happy and that could be an understatement. Mac loved his father and didn’t want to disappoint him, but, crap, it was his life. And then there was Terrebone. Just because Trelain was attached to Mac, didn’t mean Daniel would give him up without a fight. And would Trelain want to give up the other man? After all, he was a billionaire, handsome and charismatic. Why would Trelain want Mac when he could have Daniel? Hell, when Daniel had kissed him in the hall, he’d thought his cock would explode in his pants.
Jesus, what was he thinking? He was investigating the man for art theft. How his kisses felt shouldn’t matter one whit. Yeah, they shouldn’t—
* * *
Must have fallen asleep. What woke him…? Holy crap! Heat rippled through his body and pooled in his groin. Morning wood? No, not morning. It was dark in the room. He was lying on his back. Where’s Trelain? Oh God, so good. Jesus, lips were wrapped around his cock. That’s where Trelain was. Oh shit, what a vacuum cleaner. No one he’d ever met gave head like this. Oh man, it was so good.
He reached down to caress the head of his lover. What? No silky mane. Thick, slightly coarse. Who? His hips had a mind of their own and pushed up into the hot mouth consuming him. He felt again. Daniel’s hair! It must be Daniel’s mouth. His body didn’t give a shit. It just wanted the sucking to go on and on.
Suddenly he was squinting against a room light, soft but startling. He glanced over and saw that Trelain had turned on the bedside lamp. He also saw Daniel’s big body crouched above him, sucking like a champ. Oh. My. God. Feeling—indescribable. Visual—mind-blowing! The silver head bobbing up and down over his cock, those carved lips wrapped around his dick like he owned it. Then Trelain scooted under Daniel and began to suck on him. Oh, crap, Mac knew just how good those hot lips felt, but if anything, Daniel was better. My God, where did these men get skills like this? A little voice whispered “experience.”
Gasping, Mac realized that Trelain was lying on his back with that beautiful pink cock sticking hard against his abdomen. Jesus, did he dare? Sure as shit, no one was watching him, so maybe this was the time to try. He reached over and grabbed Trelain’s dick and pulled very gently so he’d get the idea. The man caught on quick and scooted that muscular butt across the sheets until Mac could rise up and get his mouth in the right vicinity. Daniel pressed on his legs. Oh yeah, good idea. He rolled to the side, Daniel did the same, and then Trelain followed. They were a circle. A circle of sex, if Mac just had the nerve.
His cock was on fire, hips ramming into Daniel’s wide, wet mouth. Trelain’s dick filled his field of vision. It must be aching for some action. He reached out his tongue and lapped. He heard an umph from Trelain, whose mouth was otherwise occupied. He licked again and then again. Musky, salty, like when he tasted his own cum after he jerked off. Yeah. No jerking off needed tonight. He wrapped his lips around that long, slender cock and got a deep moan for his efforts. What an odd feeling. Never had such a full mouth. Smooth, soft and hard all at once. The smell was so Trelain. A fresh, clean scent, like sunshine on linen. It felt right.
Yeah, he was a novice, but he knew what he liked. He sucked hard and deep and then swallowed. Almost gagged from too much enthusiasm, but Trelain’s whimpers set him off. A straight guy would find this disgusting. He must not be straight, because he loved it. It was Trelain, and there was nothing about that beautiful rod he didn’t like—the taste, the smell, the feel of it pushing in and out of his mouth.
Daniel was going to town on his cock, and clearly Mr. Happy liked it, because he was crazy to come. Mac didn’t want to go without Trelain, so he sucked harder. Both of the other men were moaning and grunting as they licked and swallowed. Crap, the sounds alone could make you come. Yeah baby, some of those moans were his. His hips pistoned like mad into Daniel, and he was fighting not to get choked by Trelain’s thrusting cock. He just sucked harder until Trelain squealed and his hips went crazy. Mac realized that Trelain was going to come just as his own cock turned into a gusher, heat flashed through his body, and he felt Daniel swallowing his load, his throat working around his cock with sweet suction. Splat. Hot, salty spunk hit the back of his throat. He choked, pulled away, and took squirt after squirt of semen straight in his face. “Crap!”
For a second, he gasped. Then he started to laugh as cum dripped from his nose onto his lips. Yeah, men were messy. Messy in every way.
He opened his eyes tentatively, afraid to get semen in them, and found the turquoise gaze looking at him anxiously. “You all right?”
He smiled. Surprisingly, he was. “Yeah. I’ve just never done that before, and it took me by surprise.”
Trelain lay down luxuriously on his side, stretching those long, hard-muscled legs. Daniel watched them both, still on his side, his cock relaxed in front of him. Clearly, Trelain must have had a protein shake as well.
The dancer arched his back like some kind of feline creature. “Well, you’ve lost your amateur status, Yank, because that was one bloody good blowjob.” Okay, was it sick to feel a little proud at that comment?
Daniel laughed. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He rolled off the bed, went into the john, and came back with two wet towels. Mac reached for one and got his hand brushed aside. “Let me.” Gently, the big man wiped the drying semen from Mac’s face, looking at him like he was some work of art he was restoring. It felt odd to be so totally focused upon—especially by a guy you thought of as a nemesis and a rival. When Daniel seemed satisfied, he took the other cloth and lovingly wiped Trelain’s chest and groin where some of the spunk had scattered when Mac retreated.
Daniel took the wet cloth back to the bathroom, then came in and pulled the covers up from where they had fallen during their oral session. “It’s late, gentlemen. Or early, if you prefer. Shall we get some sleep so we can enjoy Trelain’s last day of vacation?”
Mac glanced at the bedside clock. Two forty. So, Daniel must have come into the bedroom at the end of the party and been unable to resist all that male flesh laid out in his bed. Mac watched as Trelain scooted to the side and turned his back as if to let Mac spoon him again. Daniel sat on the edge of the bed. What was going to happen? If Mac spooned Trelain, then that mean
t Daniel was—Jesus, did he want that? The blue-black eyes gazed at him. There was a challenge there, but not aggression that he could see. He could ask for Trelain to be in the middle. Surely that would make more sense. But if he was honest, that gave him more than a twinge of jealousy. The dancer lay still, as if he too was waiting for an important decision.
Mac shrugged. ”I may get restless.”
Daniel gave a tiny smile. “Not a problem.”
Mac wrapped his naked body around the golden man. He lay still and tense as the lights went off, and he felt that big, long body, warm as hell, wrap around his back. Jesus, he could even feel the softened cock against his butt cheeks. Talk about your firsts.
Not someplace he’d ever thought to be. But weirdly, it felt nice. Warm, cozy, kind of safe. Yep, he was gay.
Chapter Thirteen
Daniel opened the bedroom door quietly and looked back at his sleeping companions. Mac and Trelain were still wrapped together like a litter of very sexy puppies. For a guy who’d been kidding himself for decades, Mac sure took to this sex with men business like a natural. Of course, that was because he was gay. Daniel felt a little sorry for him. How hard must it have been to bury his natural tendencies so thoroughly for so long? He wondered why he had, then shrugged and slipped out into the hall.
It was tough for him to sleep past seven, even when he went to bed at two or three—the hard-working habits of his very entrepreneurial life. He heard activity in the house. Carlos and the cook would both be doing their thing. He could get in some office time before the guys woke up.
Down the hall, he unlocked his office door, went over to his desk, and sat, then logged into his computer with the security code and waited for access. He really wanted Trelain to have a wonderful last day in Laguna. Of course, he hoped this was only the last day for now. No way was he giving up the dancer. Trelain was beautiful, talented, smart, fun, and complicated. All the things he loved in a man and more. There was a tenderness, an uncertainty beneath that brittle British exterior that captivated him.