“You know,” Ryan started, “Darren says you’ll be joining us for dinner tonight. He seemed as though you two had a good visit today.”
“Oh.” Michael nodded. “We did.”
Ryan waited, watching Michael, wondering if it were his move or Michael’s. His dick was growing hard in his slacks as he stared at the gorgeous flaxen-haired bartender who had literally rocked his and Darren’s worlds.
“He’s a good cook.”
“Huh?”
“Darren. He’s an outstanding cook. Outdoes some of the chefs at my restaurants sometimes.”
“Oh, I have no doubts that Darren can really turn up the heat and get something going.”
“Ha!” Ryan couldn’t help but laugh boisterously at his double entendre. “So is that what Darren did for you earlier? Cooked?”
“Well, he did get things fired up in the kitchen.”
“Really?” Ryan squirmed in his chair while glancing down at Michael’s cock. Emotions of jealousy and envy filled him, and he suddenly knew what Darren had meant last night.
“If there is something on your mind I would prefer that you just say it. I’m liable to get self-conscious if you continue to stare at me like that.”
“Come here and maybe I will.” Ryan dared him.
Michael pushed himself off of the door and came toward him. He took his steps slow, almost painfully slow as he came around Ryan’s desk and stood in front of the window. “Okay, I’m here now. What do you want?” Michael asked.
Ryan stood up and came behind Michael. “I can’t stop thinking about it. That night. I want you so bad,” Ryan admitted through a shaky and desperate voice.
Michael turned to face him, their lips just a whisper away. “What did you have in mind?”
“Anything. Everything. I don’t care. I just want you to touch me,” Ryan admitted shamelessly.
“I think I’d rather show you.” Michael whispered the words into Ryan’s ear.
Ryan remembered how good it had been when they’d had sex. Michael was more than a good lover. He was an amazing lover.
It was apparent his dick remembered how good he was, too, because just those few words and he was already growing harder, thickening into stone as he waited for Michael to give him what he wanted.
Placing a kiss to the side of Michael’s neck Ryan asked, “How would you show me?”
“Like this.” Michael pushed his hands against Ryan’s chest and forced him back down into his desk chair.
Ryan reached down and unfastened his belt and trousers as Michael knelt before him. Tracing a line along the man’s lower lip with his finger, Ryan then unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. The engorged flesh stretched along his shaft, showing off a shiny and leaking purplish head.
“Mmm…does someone want me to suck them off?”
He replied quickly, “Yes.”
Ryan slouched back in his seat and spread his legs wide, inviting Michael to snuggle in between his legs and do exactly as he had suggested.
Without hesitation, Michael leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around Ryan’s cock. He felt his dick twitch in anticipation when Michael stared at his cock with a look of hunger in his eyes.
Michael opened his mouth and swiped his tongue along the droplet of pre-cum that sat on the tip. The gentle tease sent his body into overdrive.
Michael moaned and brought his mouth down on top his cock, sucking with his lips and drawing Ryan in even deeper.
“Oh fuck yeah! That’s it. Take me in all the way!”
Ryan rested his head back against the chair and placed his hands around the man’s head. His fingers kneaded and massaged Michael’s head. He was trying so hard to hold back and not get lost so soon. It was taking everything he had to not start pumping in and out of his throat while moving his head in similar fashion.
He wanted so bad to fuck Michael’s throat hard and fast. Just like they’d done in Vegas, he wanted it all the same and even more. It was obvious from the one night he’d shared with Michael that he was a generous and giving lover. But he also saw another side to him. The dual roles which he flipped between. One minute he was acting like the dominant one in control of them all, and the next he was an attentive and submissive creature who would do whatever he was told. It was those conflicting traits that made Michael so much of a mystery and delight all at the same time.
If it weren’t for the fact that he had no lube in his office desk, a situation he should probably rectify for future visits, he would have stopped Michael, picked him up, and spun him around the desk. Then he would slam into him, taking his ass for his own pleasure.
“Fuck…Your mouth feels so damn good.”
“I want to make you come. I want to drink up all of you,” Michael replied breathlessly.
Ryan was a man of control, but even the strongest man had his limits. Damn. He was having a hard time restraining himself. He wanted so bad to drive into him hard until his cock exploded into Michael’s mouth.
Ryan wrapped his hands firmly around Michael’s skull. At first he gently pushed Michael further down on his cock. He heard Michael gag for a moment when he hit the back of his throat. He might’ve stopped then if he hadn’t felt him relax his jaw and open his mouth further to accept all of him.
“Take all of me. Suck me as deep as you can,” Ryan demanded between husky and strained breaths.
Still gentle, but with a bit more force, Ryan pushed his head further down yet again. A few thrusts and he could already feel Michael accommodating his length, accepting him further into his throat.
He continued his pace and gave time for Michael to accommodate him all the more until he was torn between wanting to give the man more time and not being able to stand it a second longer.
Ryan didn’t have any choice. His body began moving of its own accord. He began working his hips, thrusting relentlessly into the naughty little pastry chef’s mouth. No more was Michael sucking on his cock. Ryan was fucking his mouth. Quite well at that.
A tingle shot down Ryan’s spine and his cock swelled unbearably, throbbing with its need to shoot his hot cum into Michael’s mouth.
“Fuck…I can’t hold back anymore. I’m gonna come!”
Ryan’s hips thrust one final time, and his cock exploded with his orgasm. He could feel the suction of Michael’s mouth as he drank up all he was being given. Loud slurping sounds echoed in his office as Ryan rode some sort of magic carpet ride of ecstasy.
Moments passed and Ryan remained still, his eyes closed and him completely sated from his release. The sound of heavy breathing mixed with moaning sounds was all he could comprehend as Michael finished cleaning every drop off of his now semihard cock.
Ryan opened his eyes and looked down at the Michael. Smiling, he trailed his thumb along his jaw. “That was incredible, Michael.”
Pulling away, Michael looked up at him. His lips were swollen and the area around his mouth was red from Ryan’s forceful thrusts. The sight looked so damn sexy.
“Even better than you remember.”
Ryan smirked. “Oh yeah, baby. Much better.”
“Good.” Michael stood up and leaned over him. “Because that was only the beginning. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Is that a threat? Or a promise?” Ryan asked.
“Both.”
Michael licked his lips and walked back around the desk, leaving Ryan sitting there with his pants open and his glistening cock lying against his thigh.
“Wait a minute. You’re leaving? Where are you going?”
“I have work to do. As I’m sure you do, too.”
“Well, yeah but—”
“You’ll see me again, Ryan. Tonight, remember.”
“Yeah.” Ryan grinned. “I remember. But why do I get the feeling that you and Darren have concocted some sort of evil plan?”
“Evil? Nah. Devilishly naughty? Perhaps.”
Michael walked to the door and turned back to face Ryan once more. “I’ll see you later, Mr. Coo
k.”
“That you will, Michael. That you will.”
Michael blew him a kiss and walked out the door. Ryan listened while his footsteps faded away into the distance and the sound of the elevator doors closed.
He looked down at his flaccid penis and saw the remnants of Michael’s fingertips on his thighs. He had no idea if he had hit his head in Vegas and this was all a dream or what. But if it was, he hoped to God no one ever woke him up.
Chapter Eleven
Michael knocked on the front door and waited for one of the two to answer. His impromptu blow-job session with Ryan had put him behind schedule all afternoon and he’d been paying for it ever since. His watch told him he was only fifteen minutes late for his dinner date with the Darren and Ryan, but he hadn’t wanted to miss a single second of their time together.
Darren opened the door and greeted him with a smile. “Well hello there, slow poke.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m still meeting with some of the managers at the different restaurants and got held up.”
“It’s all right. Come on inside.”
Michael walked in and held up a bottle of wine. “I picked up a bottle of red. I seem to recall that you two liked red wine.”
Darren smirked. “And here I thought you wanted me sober.”
Michael shrugged. “Sure I do, but I’m not averse to getting you liquored up to get my way, either.”
“Oh really? And what, pray tell, is your way?” Darren asked.
“Every way.” He winked with his response.
Ryan turned around the corner and put his hands on his hips. “Hey you. Fashionably late I see?”
“No. Just late. I got held up in a meeting with the GM over at Fort Worth’s Seafood House.”
“Oh, Callie? Yeah. She’s a hoot. How many times did she try to hit on you?” Ryan asked.
“You, too? Geez, I thought I was just misunderstanding her at first, but after a while it was hard to explain away her actions.”
“I hear ya. She’s been written up by corporate twice. If she doesn’t keep her panties hidden she’s going to get fired. She’s a horny little devil, that one.”
“Ha!” Darren laughed.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ryan asked.
“I think he’s implying that you’re the pot, or maybe the kettle. I don’t know. Anyway…Damn, that lasagna smells good. When’s dinner going to be ready?”
“Uh-huh. Nice evasion tactic,” Ryan said. “But I hardly think you two are ones to talk.”
Darren pulled a corkscrew out from the kitchen drawer and gave him a look of shock. “I bet your pardon? I’m nothing but a sweet and innocent angel.”
“Right. That’s why when I got home today I found the lube lying on the dresser.” Michael eyed them both suspiciously.
“He started it,” Michael said, pointing to Darren like a child trying to avoid getting into trouble.
“I did not. I…” Darren sighed when he saw the looks of accusations on Michael’s and Ryan’s faces. “Yeah, okay. But it’s all your fault, Ryan. You corrupted me.”
“Pfft. Whatever.”
“Personally, I don’t care who corrupted who. I’m just glad to be here to come along for the ride,” Michael said.
His words must have been taken more seriously than he’d expected because a stillness filled the room at that moment and he wished he could go back and click the rewind button to take them back to a moment of less seriousness.
“So, is dinner almost ready?”
“Yes. Sorry. Let me get it out of the oven. Maybe one of you could pour the wine?”
“I got it,” Ryan said, walking into the kitchen.
Michael followed in behind Ryan. He wished he knew what he’d said to ruin the lightheartedness of the moment.
Michael decided to make an attempt at recapturing. “So, who’s the jackass that ruined all the fun, huh?”
“What?” Ryan turned back toward him. “You’re not a jackass.”
“And you didn’t ruin anything,” Darren added.
“Okay, thanks. It just seemed like…”
“Look, we’re all getting used to this. None of us have been in this type of situation before. I think we’re all a little uneasy right now,” Ryan explained.
“Okay.”
“Maybe if we had some food in our belly we wouldn’t be so touchy,” Ryan said sarcastically while turning his attention toward Darren.
“Yeah?” Michael crossed his arms suspiciously. “How so? What happened?”
Darren held up his hands in surrender. “All right, all right. Don’t go getting your boxers in a twist. Dinner’s served. Come on.”
“Good. Hurry up,” Ryan hollered to him as they all shuffled into the breakfast nook.
“You heard the man.” Darren waggled his brows. “Let’s eat.”
They sat around the table and Ryan handed out the glasses of wine, and Darren dished out lasagna onto each of their plates.
“Oh crap. I forgot the garlic bread in the oven,” Darren said.
“I’ll get it.” Michael stood up and raced to the kitchen.
A minute later he was screaming obscenities when he had wrongly assumed the kitchen towel would protect him from the hot pan.
“You all right in there?” Ryan asked.
“Yeah. I’ll be right out.”
After allowing cold water to relieve some of the pain, he tossed several pieces of bread onto a plate and brought it out to the table.
“Thank you, Michael.” Darren winked.
“All right you two. Enough with all the secrets. Just what in the hell happened with you guys today?” Michael asked.
Darren rolled his eyes. “You’re so melodramatic. We’re not keeping any secrets. If you want to know what happened, just ask.”
“Okay, I’m asking. What happened with you two today?” Michael asked, amused that they both thought they were so sly.
“Michael, how’s your lasagna? I hope you don’t mind veggies. I eat so much meat sometimes I like to eat a bit healthier.”
“No, this is great. And I know what you mean. In fact, I had some meat earlier today.” Michael winked at Ryan.
“Did you now?” Darren asked, amused.
“Ahem. Excuse me? If you two are done having fun. I believe I asked you what you two did today.” Michael persisted.
“Oh, today?” Darren smiled. “Us?”
“Yeah.”
“Funny story about that. Today was filled with all sort of…things.”
“Enlighten me.”
Michael smirked, enjoyed their little game of coyness.
“Well, babe…as you know, I invited Michael over this morning to talk.”
“Uh-huh. And…?”
“Well, he’s not much of a talker,” Michael said.
“Hey!”
“Sorry, Darren. But, come on…you weren’t doing much talking.” Michael winked.
“Yes, this is true. But, still.” Darren pretended to be hurt, but it was obvious to Michael that he wasn’t and was in fact having fun.
“If the two of you are finished speaking in code, I am still waiting for my answer,” Michael said before taking a bite of his garlic bread.
“Oh yeah…we umm…well, there was touching.” Darren chuckled.
“Really? Touching you say? Anything else? Maybe you could be a little bit more specific?”
“Sure, babe. Michael and I fucked like our lives depended on it.”
Michael spat his wine out across the table, spraying Ryan and Darren with his backwashed grape juice.
Ryan lifted his napkin and wiped his face clean. “Well thank you for that, Michael.”
“Sorry, I just…Well, I didn’t see that one coming,” Michael explained.
“I think that could go for all of us. I’m not sure any of us saw this coming,” Ryan said.
“I would agree to that,” Darren added.
“Am I the only one who has wondered where we go from here?” Ryan asked.
“Honestly, yeah. I thought that last night. But if you want the God’s honest truth I think we have something here. I mean…obviously the sex is phenomenal.”
“Why thank you.” Michael winked at Darren.
“But…” Darren continued. “I think it’s more than that.”
“In what way?” Ryan asked.
“Well, look at me and you. We’ve been in a committed relationship for a year now. Happy anniversary, by the way.” He held up his glass and toasted with Ryan as Michael joined in.
“Happy anniversary, baby.” Ryan leaned across the table and placed a kiss on Darren’s lips before sitting back down.
“As I was saying though, you and I have been together a year and not until that one night in Vegas with Michael did either of us even think about another man. We stayed true to one another because we wanted to. Even though we hadn’t said those three words we each knew. You know?”
“I would agree to that,” Ryan said.
“Right. So then we go to Vegas on a whim. And then we just happen to stroll into Michael’s bar on his last night of employment, only to bring him back to our hotel, something you and I would have never ever done in a million years. Then the next morning we leave, completely freaked out and unsure of what the hell it was we’d just done to the point that neither of us even discuss it. We bottle ourselves off from one another like we’d committed some sort of heinous act that neither of us can take back.”
“Umm…am I the heinous act?” Michael asked.
“Just take a drink of your wine, handsome. It’ll all make sense soon enough.”
“Okay.” Michael did as he was asked and listened to Darren explain things, waiting for them to make sense to him as well.
“But the thing is, babe. We didn’t commit any heinous act. We did what we wanted to, willingly and with full consent from one another. We both wanted Michael. Not just because he was drop-dead sexy, but because we felt something with him and for him. I know we didn’t realize it that night, but how else can you explain three men giving into their deepest fantasies, some they didn’t even know they had, on one night when fate just happened to bring them together? And then add to that the fact that fate brought them back together after our own stupidity made us run from something we both so obviously wanted.”
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