Wrecked

by Deanna Wadsworth

  “All right,” he agreed, shivering from the delicate caress. But he still had questions. “How could something like that feel good?”

  “You thought last night was amazing, but that pales in comparison to the pleasure of coming with a cock in your ass. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced. There’s this little spot up there... damn it makes everything so much more intense!”

  “There is?” He let out an amused sniff. “Well, they didn’t teach us that at Cambridge.”

  Laughter bubbled out of Rief, and Mathew knew then, everything was going to be fine. “No, I don’t suppose they did. I had to learn about it from a Spanish whore. I’d been fucked before, but when she put her fingers up me and rubbed this one spot, I shot like a musket without even touching myself.”

  “She?” A seed of jealousy sprouted at the pronoun.

  Rief gave him an unapologetic shrug. “A man can only take isolation so long, Matt, so sometimes you take what’s available. Let’s just say, I wasn’t her only client that preferred a brass dildo up his backside rather than getting into her skirts. Men like me were her favorite clients.”

  Mathew didn’t have the right to be jealous of this Spanish whore. Naturally, Rief had been in other beds, and if this woman had taught him things, he supposed he should be grateful the knowledge she’d imparted would benefit them both now.

  “So she put her fingers up your bum?” His cheeks warmed with embarrassment, but he wanted to know so he could please Rief.

  “Yes, but to have a cock hitting that spot over and over while you stroke yourself, or better yet, if he strokes you,” he groaned, “it’s incredible.”

  “I want to make you feel that way.”

  Grinning, Rief reached for his waistband. “Then maybe we should get rid of these.”

  Once he slid off the rest of his clothing, they came together with all the glory of their fully nude forms pressed tight, mouths convening in a passionate kiss. All of Mathew’s concerns disappeared as Rief’s cock rubbed against his, their masculine bodies uniting in a sensation like no other.

  Rief may have learned some tricks from a whore, but the two of them were something different altogether. There was not a man and woman in this bed. Nor was one of them a man taking the role of a woman. This was more significant, meaningful.

  Two men, one heart, and endless passion.

  How could he have not seen that before?

  Feeling empowered, Mathew rolled his tanned, beautiful wrecker onto his side. He placed a leg over his thigh and lined up their cocks. Taking a hold of them, he stroked, Rief’s leakage providing plenty of lubricant as his own erection returned. They were reveling in the pleasures that Mathew was beginning to learn, only two men could ever understand.

  It was sheer heaven.

  Groaning, Rief untangled himself before Mathew could bring them to completion. “Stop, I’ve got to taste you first.”

  When Rief slid down his body, Mathew sucked in his breath. He’d imagined this so many times....

  Eyes locked on Mathew’s face and mouth open, Rief paused above his cock before grasping it in both hands. He wrapped his lips around the head and swirled his tongue over it.

  Bolts of pleasure shot throughout his entire body and his hips canted up. “Uh-oh!”

  Rief spit a few times on his head, making Mathew flinch. He licked all the way up the shaft then gently kissed his balls, first one, then the other. “Is that okay?” he whispered as he nuzzled them.

  “Yes.” The coolness of him inhaling, followed by the warmth of his exhale was exquisite. “They’re just really sensitive.”

  “I’ll be gentle,” he assured him before diving back in, this time sinking his mouth down the shaft.

  That sultry heat and suction were the most euphoric sensations Mathew had ever experienced. He clutched the bedding at his sides, writhing from the resistance of Rief’s throat against his cock. He somehow took him all the way in, sliding up and down, over and over. Lost to unheard of passion, Mathew muttered incoherently, unable to believe his cock was moving in and out of another man’s throat!

  Grabbing at Rief’s rounded shoulders, he fought the impulse to thrust. He didn’t want to hurt Rief with his inexperience, but it felt so damn good the need to move was almost too strong to ignore. He wound fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp, thanking him for teaching him what two men could be like together, and for doing this to him. Looking down his heaving abdomen, he savored the sight, feel, and sounds of Rief’s mouth sliding to his tip, sucking, then gliding back down.

  Overcome, Mathew pressed on Rief’s head the next time, powerless to stop his hips from thrusting upward. Rief made a strangled sound.

  Mathew quickly recalled himself. “I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”

  Spit trailing from his lips, Rief pulled off. He rubbed the tops of his thighs, clinging to him. “I’m fine. Please I need this.”

  Brushing the hair from his brow, Mathew asked, “Are you sure?”

  “Stop holding back. Just fuck me any way you need. I want to do this for you. I need to do this.”

  Boldly, and having no idea where the notion came from, he said, “Perhaps I should be on top then?”

  “Yes, yes!” he cried, quickly shifting to lie on his back.

  Straddling his chest, Mathew took hold of his cock. “You’re sure I won’t hurt you?”

  Rief stared up at him, and gingerly caressed Mathew’s balls, making him jolt in surprise. Last night, what he’d thought might be pain was just an incredibly sensitive place. Rief held his sac in his hand like a priceless treasure. “Do you think I’ll hurt you, Matt?”

  “No. I trust you.”

  He placed both hands on Mathew’s waist, gripping him with sudden distress. “Then trust me when I say, the only thing that would hurt me is if you stop. Please, shove it in me. I can’t stand it!”

  That whine caused a surge of fluid to gush from Mathew’s cock and he shuddered from the startling effect Rief had on his body. Nodding and eager to please, he inched closer and aimed his cock at Rief’s willing mouth. He circled the head over his lips, relishing the silky sensation. Being in control, with Rief so vulnerable beneath him, made his blood race and his balls ache. All of his earlier insecurities seemed like distant memories.

  There was only this moment, this man begging him for pleasure.

  Mathew felt powerful.

  He felt like a man.

  With a groan, Rief wrapped his lips around his head, his hungry whimper vibrating up Mathew’s shaft as he slid into him. Warmth engulfed him and he shuddered from the now familiar snugness of Rief’s throat. From this angle, however, it seemed to be even tighter than before, the weight of his body pressing him impossibly deep. Heat and bliss washed over his mind as everything he’d ever wanted, yet never knew existed, roared to life.

  Bracing both hands on the wall behind the bed so he didn’t crush him, Mathew pumped a few times, seeking pleasure but also knowing—though he didn’t understand why—this act was what Rief needed too. His thighs burned from the strain of supporting himself. Beneath him, Rief whimpered, writhing while his hands roamed all over Mathew in a frantic passion. He’d never felt so desired in all his life, so strong.

  He couldn’t believe he was doing this!

  Mathew knew people saw him as a dandy, weak, and effeminate even. So often he felt like a foolish boy who could never live up to the expectations of others. No matter how he fought those conceptions, they were always in the back of his mind, taunting him. Mocking him and making him feel lesser.

  Yet he was none of those things here with Rief.

  In this bed, he held the power to make another man weak with wanting.

  With Rief, Mathew was pure man.

  Suddenly, Rief gripped his bottom and yanked hard.

  Mathew couldn’t help his body’s reaction.

  He dropped his hips, releasing any and all restraints. As he gave himself to thrusting, lust and passion blurred his vision. The tightness, the heat,
the sheer joy of dominating Rief careened into him.

  An intense pulsing surged through his body and he screamed. With one final convulsion, he slammed deeper, seed spurting out of his cock and pouring down Rief’s tight, giving throat. Riots of pleasure made his back seize, and blood pounded beneath his skin as the ecstasy of release consumed him.

  After a mind shattering moment, he came back to his senses and realized he must be crushing Rief. “Are you all right?” he asked, panting as he shifted to climb off.

  With a swollen and reddened mouth, Rief nodded fast, grabbing at Mathew. In answer to the silent but urgent entreaty, he scooted down and took Rief into his arms.

  “Are you sure?” he asked between kisses laced with the familiar salty warmth of his own release. “You’re truly all right? I didn’t hurt you?”

  “I’m fine,” Rief moaned, wrapping his legs around Mathew, clinging to him. “I needed that so bad. Thank you.”

  Confused, he held him close. Though Mathew had spent his seed, not Rief, the man trembled as if he too had found release. Breathing easier now, he pressed lips to Rief’s brow. “I need to take care of you.”

  Shifting to his side, he took hold of Rief’s still-hard cock. There was enough skin on his shaft that when he rolled up, it covered the head. Feeling the skin pull against his palm, he quickly realized, despite the leakage Rief made, he needed more lubricant to do this right.

  “There’s oil on the bed stand,” Rief panted when Mathew released him to spit on his cock. “I got it for us.”

  “Good forethought,” he said, spying the small bottle. After drizzling some in his palm, he rolled back to Rief’s welcoming body, hand making a beeline for that needy erection.

  Propped up on one elbow beside him, Mathew began to swirl his fist, pumping up and down the shaft, his slicked hand gliding seamlessly.

  This Mathew knew how to do. After years of touching himself, however, he found it so much more rewarding to do the same thing for another.

  “Feels so good,” Rief groaned, thrusting into his grip. One hand clung to the arm Mathew used to stroke him and the other went to toy with his nipple. His head dropped back as he gave himself over.

  Mathew smiled, enjoying the sight of his own hand—a hand he’d always thought too soft and feminine—wrapped around that dark cock, pleasuring him and making him moan.

  Rief was completely lost to ecstasy.

  And it was Mathew who took him there.

  Emboldened, he switched hands, freeing his other to cup Rief’s sac. He caressed the two balls in his palm, letting them roll between his fingers like two boiled eggs in oil. Chewing his lower lip in concentration, though never ceasing to stroke his shaft, he slid his hand farther into the sultry crevice below, hoping to give Rief the pleasure he’d talked about.

  “Please,” Rief whispered, raising one knee.

  The skin between his cheeks was hot, damp with sweat but dry in places too. The oil helped him glide between the tightness of his bum, soft hairs tickling his palm. When his middle finger found the textured opening, he circled the shape of it, marveling at the way he could almost feel Rief’s pulse, racing along with his own. Rief spread his legs apart, moving his hips to allow room for Mathew’s hand. He shifted too, suddenly free to caress that hole with two fingers.

  “Unh-ah,” Rief grunted, trembling. “Get ’em inside me.”

  Heart skipping with excitement, Mathew prodded at the furrowed hole. He slid inside to his first knuckle, but the flexing of Rief’s body and the tightness popped him right back out. The springiness of his barrier surprised him somewhat, but hearing Rief whimpering for more, he pushed past it a second time, the movement of Rief’s hips causing the same result. He pressed again, feeling around the softer tissue behind his ring—was that what it was called? He had no idea, but that was exactly what it felt like. A powerful ring, guarding the entrance to Rief’s most secret place.

  Over and over he prodded and played, reveling in the way his asshole seemed to push his finger out each time he neared the edge, only to welcome him back in again. Beneath him Rief groaned and twitched, his movements forcing Mathew to shove his finger deep just to stay connected.

  “Can you feel that?” Rief panted.

  Before Mathew could ask, Rief took a hold of his wrist and pushed it toward the bed, making his finger curl upward. About two inches inside, he felt a swollen mound. He wriggled his finger against it. “There?”

  “Oh!” Rief’s entire body seized and his mouth fell open in a frozen cry.

  Grinning with discovery, Mathew shifted into a more comfortable position to do it again. His stomach leapt at the way Rief seemed to explode in delight, his eyes rolling back and lashes fluttering. Not wanting to hurt him in his eagerness, Mathew gently rubbed with the pad of his finger. His wrist cramped from the odd angle, but he would never stop now, not when Rief liked it so much. Massaging inside him, coupled with fast strokes on his cock, increased the fluid he leaked by tenfold, until a veritable stream of passion trickled down his fingers.

  All of it for Mathew.

  Rief suddenly cried out and his cock throbbed in Mathew’s grip. The ring of his ass began to spasm. Wanting to prolong Rief’s pleasure, Mathew pressed deeper, pushing on the spot which made his lover react so intensely. When Rief’s entire body shuddered, tightening up, Mathew pumped faster over his crown until ribbons of white shot from the tip.

  “Dear God,” Mathew breathed at the glorious sight of a man receiving ultimate release at his hands, the flood of warmth covering his hand and coating Rief’s belly.

  When the pulsing subsided and Rief’s went weak, Mathew slid his finger out. He drank in Rief’s flushed skin, his chest rising and falling, and his cock darker after release and shiny with seed. In awe, he studied him, proud that he had been the one to put him in such a state of euphoria.

  As Rief came back down, Mathew trailed his wet fingertips up his torso, smearing the white creaminess over his olive skin. Rolling his tongue between his lips, he stared at that fluid and his mouth watered. He’d always enjoyed eating his own release and was overcome with a longing to sample Rief’s. Tentative, he licked his fingertips, surprised to find the taste saltier than his own. He licked it again, relishing the warmth and thickness as it slicked down his throat.

  What would it be like to feel it spurting from Rief’s cock and into his mouth?

  His groin stirred, and with a few hungry breaths, he devoured the mess on his hand. With a lazy smile, Rief watched him, his palm gliding up Mathew’s arm. When it was gone, Mathew slid between his legs. The scent of Rief’s arousal so close made his head spin. He twirled his tongue in the wet mess on his stomach. Face buried in Rief’s groin, he inhaled, never wanting to forget his unique fragrance, his taste. Then he took hold of his spent shaft, and nursed on the remnants of his desire. The feel of his skin, hot, smooth, and salty tore a groan from his chest.

  Above him, Rief moaned.

  Needing to kiss him again, Mathew slithered up his hard, masculine body, loving the feel of a man beneath him. Rief circled his legs around his waist, spreading the remaining wetness between their stomachs.

  Smiling down at his tussled wrecker, he whispered, “Thank you, Rief. Thank you so much.”

  Chapter Eleven

  “Being your slave, what should I do but tend upon the hours and times of your desires. I have no precious time at all to spend, nor services to do, till you require.”

  —William Shakespeare; Sonnet 57, 1609 AD

  “Can I sketch you?”

  The question was so sudden, Mathew started. Dozing, he had not realized Rief was still awake despite the lateness of the hour. He was snuggled tightly behind Rief, his knee between his thighs and the candles still flickering around their perfect cocoon of passion and love.

  He tipped his head to look back at Mathew, as if afraid he might say “no.”

  Who in their right mind would be able to reject that fearful yet hopeful look? Knowing he had not been in his right m
ind since first setting eyes on the other man, he nodded. “Of course.”

  After delivering a quick peck to his cheek, Rief extracted himself from the bed and strode across the room. Stretching languidly, toes reaching to the coolness of sheets below, Mathew rolled over to enjoy the display of round, pert ass. Rief rummaged through a dresser, withdrawing paper and a box of charcoal. A warm feeling stirred in his groin. Never in his most illicit fantasies did he imagine there might be a place inside a man’s body to create such pleasure. Sure, he had spent many a satisfying load, but none had been as intense as what Rief had obviously experienced. While the dynamic of two men had required him to reevaluate his preconceived notions, he was not rethinking his ban on being buggered—Rief’s cock was too frighteningly large to invite inside one’s body without serious thought.

  Yet he looked forward to doing it for Rief.

  He looked forward to doing anything and everything this man wanted.

  Rief pulled the table with candles closer to the bed, looking through Mathew as if he were something entirely foreign. When he reached for the blanket tucked under his chin, Mathew shied away.

  Recalling himself, Rief smiled and asked, “May I adjust this?”

  Completely helpless surrounded by the musky scent of their coupling, he nodded.

  Rief lowered the blanket until it grazed his cock. He freed Mathew’s arms and untucked his feet, leaving the barest of his body covered. Feeling awkward and on display, Mathew smoothed his hair.

  “No,” Rief cried. He jumped and Rief softened his tone. “Please, don’t. I like your hair that way. It looks like you’ve just had a romp in the sack.”

  Blushing, Mathew smiled. “Well, I think I did.”

  When Rief sat beside him, Mathew let his gaze soak in the other man’s nakedness. All these years he had trained himself not to notice attractive men and their bodies, but no such scruples held him back this time. Today, his eyes could drink their fill because, in this bed, they had no secrets.

  Here, with Rief, he could just be.

  With great interest, he watched Rief touch charcoal to paper, drawing a long smooth line. Then another. The simple marks looked like nothing but a quick moment later they connected, taking shape. A form. A bed. Mathew.