by Cara McKenna
The man’s smile deepened. “You don’t have to explain every little request you’ve got, you know.”
“Sorry, I know. I’m like that. And my ex was like that…probably why it took so long to get dumped, we were so good at talking the hell out of a problem, never actually taking any action.”
“You want to just take some action tonight?”
Adam licked his lips. “Yeah, I think I do. I mean I do. No more thinking.” He laughed at Stephen’s grin. “Jesus, I ought to be the one with my mouth stuffed full of dick, just to shut me up.”
“Nah. Your accent’s too sexy to waste.”
The flattery warmed Adam’s cheeks. “Your turn,” he said. “What do you want?”
Stephen nudged Adam to the side and lay down in his place. “Touch me.”
Adam got rid of his underwear and nestled close, loving the firm warmth of this new man’s bare body, and its smell. He ran an appraising hand down Stephen’s chest and stomach, up his arm, along his side and finally took his half-hard cock in hand.
“Tell me how,” Adam said.
“Whatever you fancy. Just play with me. I want to see your hand on my cock.”
Adam went slowly to start, enjoying the drag of Stephen’s hot flesh against his palm, feeling him stiffen, watching his head emerge as his skin grew taut and his shaft lengthened. He was buzzed down to a soft tease of hair, same as on his head, the perfect blend of masculine and tidy. Adam cupped his balls, taunting with soft tugs until he was rewarded with a deep, dirty groan.
“Good,” Stephen breathed. “You ready? Ready for me to get you ready, that is?”
Adam nodded.
“Brilliant. Get on all fours.”
He did, thrilling at the warm pressure of Stephen’s palm on his lower back as he leaned over and grabbed the lube bottle from the pillow, dropping it somewhere closer. Then Adam felt hands on his back and ass, appraising.
“Christ, you’re sexy.”
He blushed. “Thanks.”
More greedy caresses, the gentle tease of thumbs along his crack, rough hands kneading, squeezing, spreading. Fingertips circled his asshole, bolder than before. He heard the snap of the cap then felt cool slickness at his entrance, tensing him. He pictured Stephen’s cock, every thick inch disappearing inside him and the thought struck like a punch, making him reel. “Fuck me.”
“Want my fingers?”
“Yeah.”
More cool lube, then exquisite pressure as the tip of a single finger demanded access. The initial burn as it penetrated. Adam commanded his muscles to relax and welcome this long-missed sensation.
“That’s right. Open up for me.”
Adam gasped as the digit drove deeper. Stephen eased it out, brought it back with more lube. He slid it deep, deeper, Adam’s resistance finally easing, pleasure coming.
“Good. Fucking hell, you’re bloody tight.”
“More.”
Stephen gave it, teasing just his entrance for moment, then inching two fingers in, deep and smooth.
“Yeah.”
“You thinking about my cock?”
In truth, Adam had been happily preoccupied with reality, but the question and the image it conjured were a welcome fantasy. “Now I am.”
“Me too. Thinking about how good you’ll feel when I push inside.”
Adam imagined the moment—the pleasure-pain of the penetration, the moment when Stephen’s warm hips would touch Adam’s ass, those gruff hands, judging and approving.
“More.”
Another cool sweep of gel, then three fingers pressed at his tender, tight flesh, easing in, twisting, slipping out, leaving him more primed and relaxed with each venture, violation morphing into exploration, to worship.
“Think I’m ready.”
Stephen didn’t ask for further confirmation. His fingers withdrew, leaving Adam feeling empty and eager. They made eye contact as Stephen grabbed a condom from the table and opened the wrapper, deft considering how slippery his fingers must’ve been. He went back to his spot, thighs nudging Adam’s knees wider. Adam craned his neck to watch Stephen unroll the rubber down his length. He suddenly wished he owned some horrible, cheesy mirrored headboard so he could enjoy the entire show.
The smooth, sheathed head of Stephen’s cock brushed Adam’s asshole, and he quit caring about the view. He shut his eyes and quieted his brain, and braced himself.
“You tell me to back off if it’s too much,” Stephen said.
Adam gasped as the pressure started, more excitement than pain. Big, though. Damn.
Stephen paused. “All right?”
“Good. Keep going.”
Another inch and a taste of searing discomfort. “Slow. Slow, and more lube.”
Stephen slid out and the bottle snapped behind Adam. The fingers that slicked inside him felt like nothing, now. They disappeared, and the scary, dirty, wonderful threat of Stephen’s cock returned, pushing in, slow and shallow. Just one point of resistance to conquer and it’d be smooth sailing. Stephen moved at a glacial pace, exactly what Adam needed.
“Fuck.” Adam gritted his teeth and Stephen eased past the tightest point. “Hold there. Hold there.”
Adam took deep breaths and willed his body to relax, acclimating around Stephen’s presence. Hands stroked his ass and hips and thighs, the touch patient and sensual, fond, even. When he’d first laid eyes on this man, “fondly” was not an adverb he’d have used to describe how he wanted the guy to fuck. But here they were.
“Okay. You can go deeper. Just slow.”
“Sure.”
Another inch, another, then back out. Adam winced through the first few thrusts, but soon enough the pain faded and pleasure emerged. He felt his cock stiffen as his body realized this was a treat, not a crisis.
“Fuck, deeper.”
Stephen gave it, slow and steady.
Adam shuddered, high from the mean push, that glorious trespass. “You feel fucking amazing.”
“So do you. You ready for more? I’m almost in all the way.”
“Yeah. Give it to me.”
Jesus, just perfect. Adam had fucking missed this, the threat of a strong man’s body, rough hands clamped to his hips, guiding him. Owning him. He felt the soft bump of Stephen’s hips against his ass as their union became complete. He moaned at the thought. Only thing better would be to see the man’s face.
Stephen had been quiet but after a few seconds he groaned, long and low. The sound vibrated through Adam’s body, sinful.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Adam said.
“Show me. Show me how fast.”
Adam was eager to get fucked, but there was something about this tough man, treating him with such surprising care…
He eased himself forward, wallowing in the slow, explicit drag as Stephen’s hot length left him. He pushed back, engulfed by pleasure. Forward again, and he recovered enough of his shallow breathing to mutter, “More lube.”
He listened to the flick of the cap, heart pounding. Cool, slippery fingers touched him, right where Stephen’s cock was penetrating. He grunted as Stephen drove in, then back out, working the lube inside, slow and thorough. The bottle clicked closed and he heard Stephen take a steadying breath.
“Ready?”
“Yeah, I’m ready,” Adam said.
“I’ll go slow.”
He was as good as his word, sliding in deep, steady, so Adam felt every inch. “Fuck.”
“All right?”
“Amazing. Just keep it slow and let me adjust for a couple minutes, then take whatever you want.”
“Right.”
Adam moaned when a hot palm alighted on his lower back. He gasped as Stephen inched in deep, sighed as he withdrew. He hugged the pillow tight, shut his eyes. In his mind he replayed the memory of stroking Stephen’s cock, making it long and thick, getting it ready for this purpose. The hand on his back grew slick and bossy, as Stephen’s thrusts turned insistent.
“Feel good?” There was strain
in Stephen’s voice, a thrilling sound.
“Yeah.” Adam savored another deep push, shuddering from the sensation. “Feels amazing. Do you want it faster?” Adam sure as hell did.
“If you’re ready.”
Ready to find out if his man fucked as rough as his demeanor suggested? “Yeah, I’m ready.”
Chapter Six
Stephen surveyed the scene. Had to be a dream. Way too good to be real. After two-plus years of shame sex, it was a revelation, this gorgeous man’s naked body unhidden, here in the light. This man’s open sounds of pleasure, his body and mind eager for what was happening.
Stephen seated himself deeply, pausing to study Adam’s ass and back with admiring hands. If they didn’t wake up regretting all this, it’d be a welcome memory on the lonely nights he had ahead of him. He could feel both their bodies pulsing, his cock throbbing, encased in Adam’s tight heat. He pulled all the way out, thrilling at the sensation as he breached his entrance to drive deep again.
“Still good?” He asked to be courteous, sure, but also for the fresh novelty of being with a man who wouldn’t hesitate to communicate with him.
Adam flexed his shoulders and back, seeming to luxuriate. “Real good. Lemme feel what you like.”
“I like it pretty rough.” Rougher than he’d usually dared be with Ethan. “Just tell me if I cross a line.” He found his preferred pace, excited to find Adam receptive. A little harsher, and quick enough to hear that smack of skin on skin. Lust settled around him like fog. “Fuck.”
“That’s good,” Adam said, voice jolting with the impact. “That’s so good.” He sounded awed, exactly how Stephen felt. How sad they’d both gone so long not having the sex they’d wanted. How fortunate they’d chosen to drown their resulting sorrows at the same bar, on the same lonely evening.
Stephen wanted to show him everything he liked, show him who he was in bed. He let sliding turn to thrusting, to pounding.
Adam groaned. Stephen grasped his sides and tugged him into the thrusts, reinforcing his dominance for the both of them.
Another deep groan seemed to darken the entire room. “Yeah.”
“Yeah, you like that? You miss getting fucked like this?” Stephen hammered him hard for a few seconds.
He was answered by a wordless sound, a resounding yes.
“Me too. I missed fucking this way.” Fucking like a primal scream, loud and ugly and violent. He let his body take what it wanted, confident Adam could handle it. He gave his ass a harsh slap, then another, raked his short nails down Adam’s back, lost in the temporary insanity of sex. How on earth had he let himself accept a life without this? How had he just shut this part of himself off, like an entire limb left to atrophy? And not just this—so many other things.
He imagined those things as he owned Adam’s body. Getting fucked himself, as hard as he was punishing Adam. He reached around, finding the man’s cock. He held him tight and stroked, earning a shallow moan, a hardening of flesh. He pleasured him until his length was stiff and thick then imagined taking it inside his body. It had been so long, it’d feel like the first time. And wasn’t that just poetry, when this whole night had him feeling new again, sex an uncharted territory?
“Something I want from you,” he mumbled, still stroking.
“Anything.”
“Need you to fuck me.”
Adam’s breaths had grown panting and noisy, but they quieted then, and he cleared his throat. “Oh yeah?”
“If you’re willing.” Ask me to beg. I will, and gladly.
“Of course. Tonight?”
“Yeah. Right now.”
Adam craned his head and their eyes met, the moment stopping Stephen’s hips dead. “Anything you want.”
Anything he wanted. To feel used, then. Exploited, violated, exposed. Everything he’d so fetishized with Ethan, turned inside out, spread open and with Adam watching. Stephen slid out, the physical pleasure fading only to let the thrill of what was coming take over, exciting so much more than just his cock. He eased the condom off and caught his breath.
“How?” Adam asked.
Stephen pondered it, realizing he didn’t want to be the one dictating. “However you want me.”
“On your back.”
Stephen smiled at the swiftness of the reply, and at the notion. They swapped places, Stephen lying down against the pillow. Fuck of a view, he thought, as Adam got comfortable on his knees between Stephen’s thighs. So different than the first such moment. Now Stephen was the one being stared down at, the one poised ostensibly to give, not receive. Felt goddamn good, being on the bottom. Exotic. Weirdly liberating.
Adam’s face was set, and the look of determination tensing his features was sexy as sin. Stephen couldn’t wait to see what he looked like when he fucked, this handsome man turned wild and mean.
Stephen closed his eyes as Adam touched him, rubbing his thighs and stomach and sides, glancing his balls, taunting his dick with light strokes. His fingers slipped lower and Stephen brought his legs up and opened his eyes.
He hadn’t felt this way in so long. When he’d been younger he’d hated it, so hell-bent on being the “man” in a coupling, so desperate to be the fucker, not the fucked. He blamed his upbringing. Be a man, son. Translation, if you’re a fag, you’re dead to me. Stephen couldn’t have helped that, and he’d spat on his father’s unspoken pleas.
Still, even unapologetically, openly gay, those damn messages had been ingrained, and he’d been a complete dick for the first ten years of his out adulthood, insulted to be asked to get topped by anyone. He was gay, but he wasn’t one of those fags. He’d fuck them, but he wasn’t one of them. Then he’d grown up, fallen in love a couple times with those kinds of fags and gotten over himself. Gotten over himself even further by dating a self-hating closet case, and realizing how maddening and pointless it was, trying to keep a stranglehold on one’s own perception of masculinity, when it was, after all, men you chose to kiss and screw and fall in love with.
Still, there’d always be a part of him that would resist being the bottom. Like his accent, it was a piece of his upbringing doomed to follow him around for the rest of his life, never quite erased. But tonight, right now, there was no place he’d rather be than flat on his back, at the mercy of another man’s desires.
He watched Adam drip lube across the pads of two fingers, and his mouth fell open as the wetness cooled his skin. Adam seemed as impatient as Stephen felt, wasting little time teasing before he eased his middle finger inside.
Fuck. Stephen had forgotten how this felt, the intrusion as potent psychologically as it was physically. But his body wanted this. No pain, only the dirty, alien sensation he’d given up for so long.
“I’ve missed this,” he whispered.
Adam smiled, looking wicked. “Me too.” He added his index finger, pumping Stephen slowly, easing the way. His cock was hard, beading with arousal, and Stephen imagined it disappearing inside him. Imagined flashes of that swollen flesh as he got fucked, imagined it driving deep as Adam fell to pieces before him. Above him.
“Take me.”
“Now?”
“Yeah.” Fuck perfect preparation. Bring the sting, bring the burn, he just wanted to feel this act for what it was—violation. He wanted to see it in the light and record every last second of his own submission. “Go slow, but I want your cock.”
Adam glanced to the side table and Stephen grabbed a condom for him, opening it. He sat up to pinch the end and slide it down Adam’s length. Adam took hold of himself as Stephen reclined, and both sets of eyes locked on the same spot. Adam slicked himself with lube, eased a final fingerful inside Stephen. The filling sensation had his muscles twitching in alarm, his breath short.
“You. Now.” He was topping from the bottom, but fuck it. He was a bossy son of a bitch. No changing that.
Adam got himself lined up and the pressure arrived.
Stephen gasped. Of course it was more demanding than two fingers, but Jesus, he
’d forgotten how this felt. He shut his eyes and softened his body, breathing mindfully until Adam could push deeper, crown breaking through the first threshold.
“Oh fuck.”
“Still okay?” Adam asked.
Stephen opened his eyes, finding the man in deep concentration, jaw set, gaze aimed at the point of penetration. “I’m good. Keep going.”
Another push, another flash of welcome pain, then utter surrender. Stephen’s spine went slack as his body gave in, inviting the intrusion. Adam slid out and lubed up, drove back in to the same depth.
“That’s good,” Stephen murmured. He watched as another inch claimed him, pleasure rising. He laid his hand on his soft cock, not stroking, just holding, starting to build the bridge connecting his erogenous zones. He ran his other palm over his chest, distracting himself with the caresses as Adam’s cock demanded more.
“Almost there,” Adam said, still seeming utterly in control, cool and calculating. Stephen couldn’t wait to see him reduced to a wreck, chasing release.
“Faster,” Stephen said.
Adam made it deep, hips meeting Stephen’s ass. He sighed, all his composure melting away, only lust left in its wake. “You sure?”
“Faster.”
Adam mastered the angle first, out then back in, again and again, steady and smooth. More lube, more speed.
“Rougher,” Stephen said, starting to play with himself. “Wanna hear that slap. Hear you pant.”
He got what he’d asked for, the rush of Adam’s hard flesh coming quicker, harsher. Stephen’s hand sped as well, tightening around his cock as it grew. Fucking hell, he’d been missing out, choosing only one role to play for so long.
“Harder.”
He saw Adam going crazy as he took the order, saw his cautiousness fade and aggression grow. The muscles in the chest and arms and belly stood out as he gripped Stephen’s hips, cock racing. The smell and sounds of sex filled the unfamiliar room, the most perfect porno ever playing right here, live and in color for Stephen’s sole consumption.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
Stephen blushed at the comment, humbled and pleased, equally. “You’re hard.” He stroked his own cock, just as stiff. Adam watched for a moment then freed a hand to cup Stephen’s balls. The touch seemed to complete a circuit, pleasure swelling deep in Stephen’s belly, rushing hot through his veins, down his limbs to his toes and fingers.