Fire Inside Me

by J. Hali Steele

  Emory wanted to fuck his brains out, Sage yearned letting him.

  He had waited so long for this, felt as though he might ruin it by coming in his pants.

  Emory’s dick was fat and long, it filled his mouth again and again. Soft hands held Sage’s head so he could jam cock far down his throat. He gagged around the tip, struggled to keep it buried in his mouth. Fuck, he was delicious and Sage came a little knowing the big cock he sucked and made wet would soon be in his ass.

  “Em, please, please fuck me. I’m going to come in my pants any minute.”

  “You want it that bad, huh?”

  “God yes. Please, I’ll get on my knees and beg.”

  “You will get on your knees but not today. I want you on your stomach stretched over the hood of this beautiful car.” He tilted Sage’s head making him look up. “I’m going to come so much it’s going to run out of you onto your shiny car. Is that okay?’

  “Yes, yes; just fuck me, Em.”

  “Take your pants off.” He traced the bellybutton tattoo. Touching it, and on closer inspection, saw it was an injury Sage attempted to conceal. “What’s this?”

  “I have waited and waited—Can. You. Fuck. Me?”

  “You’ll tell me. And, yes, I’m going to fuck you.” Watching Emory continue to jerk his dick, keep it hard and the tip wet, urged a jolt of cream from Sage. “On your stomach.” He swatted Sage’s buttocks. “Oh, I’m going to take this big ass slow and easy. You will beg for more and I might give you more.”

  “Jesus, do it. Stick your fat dick in my asshole, fuck me hard.” When the head slid in, Sage bucked off the car, tried to get every inch.

  “Do that again, I’ll stop. I give it to you when I’m ready.”

  “Yes, please.”

  Shallow strokes in, out, until Sage whimpered. Sliding his length balls deep, Emory leaned and nibbled Sage’s earlobe. He purred, “Fucking tight hole has all my big cock.”

  When he began to rock back and forth sending his shaft inside Sage, even the car springs groaned. “Jesus, yes…so good. Harder, fuck me harder.”

  “Squeeze it, Sage, squeeze my dick. Keep taking it. Oh, fuck, fuck, tell me you’re close because I want to fill this wide ass.” Hand slapped a cheek hard and Sage tightened around Emory’s prick. “Ooh, you like that.” Again, again, and again, he smacked one buttock then the other. “Nice big ass wrapped around my cock.”

  “Ah-ah, shit, Em, talk, tell me what you’re going to do.”

  “Fuck you hard. Give you inch after inch of my thick cock.”

  Crotch slapped ass, Sage bounced up and down on the hood not carry if his weight caused damage. “Yeah…fuck yeah! I…I’m going to come. Make me. Take it, take me, Emory.” Unable to hold it, Sage roared, “Help me, please slam that dick deep. Make me do it.”

  “Yeah, come on your pretty little car. Close your legs tight.” He did and Emory’s knees banged the hood each time he drove inside. Raked fingernails down Sage’s back. “Come, damn you. Give me what’s mine.”

  Sage hollered, “Take it.” He released a rope of come against his car’s hood. Hips slipped up and down in cream. “Emory, please, I’m begging.”

  “It’s yours.”

  He rode deep, rolled his narrow hips when they met Sage’s buttocks. Then he felt it. Cum jetted inside his ass giving Sage just what he coveted. “You, you, oh shit, I wanted you.” Emory kept coming and Sage loved it. “Yeah…aww fuck, fill my ass.”

  When he fell forward draping his body over Sage’s, he planted tiny kisses across broad shoulders before whispering, “This is my ass now.”

  And it was.

  Chapter Ten

  S

  hopping helped put tomorrow out of his mind. It never excited Sage who did it out of necessity. Twice now with Emory, if he counted the pet store, and he liked it.

  “Sage, this is too much. Why are you doing this?”

  “To see your face look exactly as it does right now.” Felt as if he were the kid in a candy shop. Emory, God, his eyes lit up at the smallest things all morning. “It’s not an attempt to pay… I’m not paying…”

  “Wonderful because I’m not for sale. Just so you know, Sage, I’ll fuck that ass any time I want.” Waiting for the tailor to return, he pirouetted in front of the mirror. “I’ve never had a suit this sexy.” Skinny, skinny black slacks Sage couldn’t wait to peel from Em’s body and a jacket flaunting material infused with silver threads sported a slight flare at hips. Christ, he was the most beautiful man. “And my watch.” Holding up his arm, he asked, “What time is it?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Do you see all the shit going on with this damn thing?”

  “Em, why’d you pick that one?”

  “Because it’s pretty.”

  “Fuck’s sake.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  A seamstress came in and knelt at Emory’s feet. “Sir, please, put your, umm, sandals on.”

  “We trust you.” Sage grinned. A professional, she’d perfect the length. “Why are you sorry?”

  “I wasted your money.”

  “That’s not fucking possible.” Sage closed distance between them. Screw the lady fidgeting with hems. “I’d give you everything I have.” He drew Emory into his arms and kissed him. Small space in time, he forgot where they were. Tasting painted lips stirred memories of the night before.

  After coming together in the basement, they’d retired to Sage’s room. Emory spread his legs wide, rimmed his asshole forever before he took Sage again. Christ, his mouth, his tongue. He knew exactly how to draw Sage out of the shell he’d started to build around himself in regards to sex. Didn’t have to tell Em what to do, how firmly he could smack Sage’s ass, how fucking hard to pound his dick deep. And when he flipped Sage to his belly, he straddled his hips, sank inside slow, slow, slow. Knees pressed against the outsides of Sage’s thighs to keep them tight, Emory fucked him so magnificently. He rode Sage as if he were an animal, Emory spanked his ass, took his ass, and spanked him some more as he drove deeper and deeper.

  Driving in, yanking out, riding back in. He nipped Sage’s big ass cheeks and, God, he had prayed Emory left marks for him to see day after day until they faded. Sage would beg him to replace them every time he fucked him.

  Hands, fingers had covered every inch of his back, Emory kissed up and down his spine all while he rode Sage into Heaven before he dumped another load of cum. Sage came ropes in his bed and they changed sheets together before falling in and going to sleep. He wrapped Emory in his arms, held him all goddamn night.

  His asshole clenched thinking about it.

  “Hey, where’d you go?”

  Seamstress had slipped out and Emory stared at him. Couldn’t remember their lips separating. “I didn’t go anywhere.” He kissed Em softly. “You did.” He whispered, “I can still feel how far inside me your big cock went, how good you fucked me with it.”

  “Sage!”

  Laughing at the look on his face, Sage asked, “Where to next?”

  “Shoes. Then I want to go home so I can go here again.” He swatted Sage’s butt.

  They spent the afternoon fucking and then slept with Vegas stretched between them; claws dug into Sage’s pillow.

  Damn cat was stealing Sage’s heart too.

  Oak wood paneling covered soundproofed walls; plush, exotic print carpet silenced footsteps as Sage walked with Wiley through World Wide’s halls. WWAI occupied the whole top floor of a vintage 1900s building in Ventura which also had a couple splendidly appointed bedrooms to house operatives from out of town. Location was much more low profile than an LA address.

  Sage was glad to stretch his legs. Limo Wiley hired had plenty of room but he despised traffic heading up the coast. “Could have used my car. We’d have been here in thirty, forty minutes.”

  “And let you kill me doing a hundred and twenty zigzagging in and out of traffic? I don’t think so.”

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sp; “Yeah and I need to have it cleaned anyway.”

  Felt eyes studying him. “Oh, hell no. You got nasty in your car?”

  “Mind your business.” He wished he was back in Topanga holding Emory. “I’d rather be home.” Wiley laughed. “Shut the fuck up, Wiley.”

  “I didn’t say a word. Wait, didn’t realize I couldn’t laugh around you.”

  “Smart fucker.”

  The guard who buzzed them into Syl’s office was probably deadlier than Sage or Wiley.

  “Figured this shit.” Syl, tall and lean with silver gray hair, could pass for anyone’s elegant grandfather. He studied Wiley. “Your reasoning?”

  “Fuck, Syl, it’s simple. Sage is my friend.”

  “Friends. A bad thing in our business.” Rising, he crossed to a window. “Thought you were taking over Europe?”

  “I did. I have a lot of fingers and they are in many pies.”

  Sage’s turn to study Wiley. “You want to tell me about Europe?”

  “It makes no difference.”

  “Hell it doesn’t.” A man he called friend held the same power Syl did in their organization. WWAI in Europe was as large or larger than the United States.

  Wiley conducted thousands of operatives.

  “I liked you more than the others I deal with.” Syl pivoted to face Sage. “You never came here after your initial visit, nor did you fuck with me. Every job was handled with professionalism leaving no traces.” Brown eyes softened. “You have morals so many in our faction lack. Goddamn it, I still like you but this has become a fucking mess. Why’d you have to fall for your mark?” Turning on Wiley, “Was killing those bastards necessary?”

  “Yes.” He flopped into a chair. “Jesus, Syl, we have to draw the line somewhere. Being gay isn’t something I’m going to stand seeing a man killed for.”

  “Really? I remember one of your eliminations differently.”

  “No, no, that son of a bitch was wicked and deserved to die. I wouldn’t have cared if it was my daddy the way he was showing his ass across the country robbing and maiming innocents. The woman who hired WWAI did so because of her son dying. It had nothing to do with sexual orientation.” Wiley shrugged. “He was a stone-cold lunatic who happened to be gay.” Scooting backward, he placed his feet on the sofa. Wiley continued, “This involves Sage but I’d react the same way at any time. The originator is pissed his son is gay. Personally, I wouldn’t give a shit if he was already president. It’s not going to transpire on my watch.”

  “Now you’re watching him too? This kid must be something else.” Soft bings drew Syl’s attention. “He’s here. And get your goddamn feet off my chair.”

  “Sorry. Lost my mind for a minute.” Wiley swung feet down. “Let’s get this shit done. I’ll personally give the bitch his money back as long as he leaves here understanding he heads back to that insignificant burg he hailed from and never crosses the fucking Mississippi again without informing me.”

  Door swung open silently and Sage eyed the big fucker cross the floor. An older version of his son. Had to admit he was a handsome man who carried himself as though he owned the world. Could certainly see him sitting in the oval office. “Gentleman. I’m Jeffrey R. Farrington.”

  “Syl.” He waved toward Sage and Wiley. “Two of my best operatives.”

  “Good. Now we’re getting somewhere. I am unaccustomed to dealing with employees I cannot personally meet. Man from your organization I already paid botched the assignment and I’m sure you’ll handle him appropriately pertaining to our original agreement. Two goons I never should have trusted screwed up miserably in Coatesville and bastards I carted across the country got themselves murdered during a robbery while I slept in a political ally’s home.” He took in Sage and Wiley. “These look like real men who can finally finish the job. That little faggot has made my goddamn life miserable long enough.”

  “You homophobic pig.” No one could have prevented Sage from launching himself at the motherfucker. “I never fail.” Tackling him to the floor, he punched him in the face cutting him just above the eye. Grasping his tie, he tugged his head up. “That beautiful, sexy little bastard fucked my ass so good last night I still might be coming.” Hit him again busting his lip and realized no one tried to stop him. Glancing, Sage saw Syl shuffling papers on his desk and Wiley nonchalantly picked his fingernails. Neither moved toward him and Farrington.

  “What the hell is this?” Blood gurgled from his mouth. “Syl…”

  “This is me telling you if you go within a mile of Emory Welton or his family, I’ll kill you right in front of your kid and feed your entrails to the fucking buzzards. Got it?”

  “Christ, you…you’re…”

  “Word you’re looking for is gay. Say that other word again, you’ll need a complete set of dentures and likely plastic surgery because I’m two hot seconds from breaking your goddamn nose, ripping it from your face and sticking it up your ass.”

  “God’s sake, get this maniac off me.”

  “Sage, you’ve made our point.” Wiley stood. “Everything spent will be reimbursed after you relay information regarding who revealed our elite company. Intelligence, Mr. Farrington, that will preclude your requiring insurance on your sorry ass particularly should you decide to divulge delicate material. Pray God you do not continue on this path because, honestly, I don’t want to clean up the aftermath.”

  “Michael Sabatini of Sabatini and Sons in Philly.”

  Wiley extended his hand to help the man up. “See how easy that was?”

  Sage’s phone went crazy in his pocket. Gate alarm. “What the fuck.” Shoulder to shoulder with Farrington, he checked the screen. Goddamn it to hell. Looked like… He rotated the screen toward Farrington. “Is that your car?”

  “The rental I left for my son’s use.”

  Jeff was driving and Emory, having scaled the gate, climbed into the passenger side and the car sped away. “Call him.”

  Wiping blood from his eyebrow and mouth, he awaited connection. A few seconds passed before he shouted, “Jeff, what the hell are you doing?”

  “Put him on speaker.”

  Sage heard, “I’m not going to let you hurt him, dad. I’m taking him to Pennsylvania. Don’t look for me.”

  “Jesusfuckingchrist.” Sage glared at Farrington. “Will the pilot take off without your say so?”

  “Don’t try to stop me, I took your gun from the suitcase.”

  “There’s your answer.”

  “Fuck me to tears.”

  “Sage, is that you? Sage, Vegas…”

  Phone went dead.

  Wiley said, “I’ll handle things here.”

  Van Nuys was too far away to prevent young Farrington from taking off. “Syl, I need your help.”

  “I’ll contact WWAIs pilot who will handle things at Oxnard. Go. My car will be out front.” Opening a drawer, he pulled out a piece. “Take this.”

  He reached in the back waistband of his jeans and yanked out his gun. “No matter what else I carry, or pack, I don’t travel without my Legion.” Sage faced Farrington. “Did you expect this outcome? Did you even stop to think you were turning your own damn kid into a sick monster because you won’t except who he is? Motherfucker, if he harms a hair on Emory’s head, you’ll watch me cut his heart out before I slowly kill your sorry ass.”

  “Sage, enough!”

  Twenty-minute ride seemed to take forever. Reaching the airport, saw Syl’s jet pulling onto the tarmac near the gate used for private transport. Kept dialing Em’s phone. Nothing. Christ. Vegas. She’d be all alone. He called Vick. “Vick, I’ll leave the gate open. She, fuck, I don’t know how often she gets formula or food…Okay, I know you’ll handle it.” She attempted to put Sage at ease. “Stay with her or take her to your place.”

  Feeling at ease wasn’t an achievable feat. Until he saw Emory, knew he was safe, Sage would be a disaster waiting to happen. After last night, no one could make him happ
y or whole, no one could make him feel alive or… It felt like love. Sage wanted it to be love but did that shit occur in two weeks? It damn sure was growing and he had no desire to curtail the emotion or turmoil that seemed to come with it. He was ready but what if it was too late?

  Why was Jeff at… Unfuckingbelievable. Emory called him. Angry at realizing that, Sage still needed Emory to be safe. If not, he wouldn’t stop until he saw Farrington and every son of a bitch related to him dead and gone.

  “Where the hell are you taking him?” Where would Jeff go? God, reaching Coatesville, what would he say to Rusty? Em’s mom and dad? He told them he would care for Emory. “I’ll find you.”

  If not, chaos would ensue.

  Chapter Eleven

  J

  eff has a gun!

  “Have you lost your mind? I called you to see if you were okay. I knew you were out here and I wanted to talk. Nothing more. This is crazy and Sage… You don’t understand what you’ve done.” Oh God, Sage will kill Jeff. Now Emory had to stay with him to keep him alive. “Damn you, Jeff.”

  “My father, look, Em, he plans to hurt you because I told him I wanted to be with you and wouldn’t lie anymore about who I am. It’s my fault.” He sped into the Van Nuys airport and parked. “Who’s Sage?”

  “I’m staying with him. He promised my family to take care of me after I was attacked in front of my house.”

  “Shit, that was my father’s handiwork. He’s serious about this but I won’t allow him to do it even though he threatened to disown me.”

  “If we leave here, where in heck do you think we’ll go after we reach the G. O. Carlson airport, Jeff? If he threatened to cut you off, you’re broke, I’m broke. We can’t go to my parents. Wait, my mom would be okay with it. I’ll say you’re a friend from school.” Preferred keeping him in California. “Let me call Sage; he’ll work this out with your dad.”