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“Almost?” She cocked a delicate brow in the mirror, coming off as anything but delicate in that moment. “You take that back right this second.” The blonde was tall and statuesque, with lips as red as her nail polish.
“I look utterly and completely cool?” I guessed.
She nodded firmly, lips pursed. “If Martin doesn’t approve, I’m dropping him as a client.”
She’d already finished him before it was my turn, and now he was—not too surprisingly—enjoying a pedicure next door.
“I love it,” I said sincerely.
“I’m glad.” Her expression warmed up. “Come with me, I have some products for you to bring home.”
I followed her to the register and pulled out my wallet, prepared for anything. I’d known the second I stepped foot inside this place—called The Cut—that I’d be paying the big bucks. Everything was white and stainless steel, the only colors courtesy of the shelves of fancy shampoos and conditioners that were for sale.
“These are the two I’ve used for you today.” She set two small bottles on the counter and went on to explain about some fucking oil and refreshing gel. She described how I was supposed to use them too.
“I’ll do my best.” I accepted a small paper bag with my new products and peered inside. I could do this. Maybe. “How much do I owe you?”
“Not a dime. Martin’s got it covered. Products and tip too.”
“Motherfucker,” I blurted out in a moment of annoyance. “I’m sorry, but he and Henry need to quit fucking paying for me.”
Of course, Tanya didn’t have a reply for that, so I thanked her and walked out.
The sun was setting over Malibu as we drove back to the apartment. It should’ve been peaceful; instead, I was having my first real argument with Martin.
“Don’t you understand it makes me uncomfortable as fuck?” It was impossible to keep the irritation out of my voice because he was so goddamn dismissive about it. “I’m here to enjoy myself, not be some pet project. I already feel bad—”
“Okay, that’s enough, Zach.” He threw me an angry look. “Could it be that you’re seeing this the wrong way? Henry and I love having you with us, but we are not completely selfless. Between his jaded, lonely ass and my inability to stick to one partner, we’re doing this as much for us. We didn’t pay for all your drinks last night, did we? No, because you wanted to go there. It was your request. But damn right, I will pay for whatever I want you to experience. Same for Henry. If there’s something he wants you to do, expect him to assume he’s paying.”
Well, fuck him and that fucking logic. I hated that he made sense. At the same time, it was their generosity that made me enjoy myself even more, so the problem didn’t disappear. And that was my problem, not theirs. I had to make a decision; either I let them drag me out on shopping sprees and hair appointments and thanked them like a good boy, or I had to say no and keep my dignity. A dignity they had no interest in robbing me of. It was all me.
“You didn’t let me pay for brunch,” I pointed out.
“Hmm. Oopsie?”
Oop—? I glowered at him, and he only smiled.
“Cut us some slack, please.” He flourished that dismissive hand. “Let us enjoy the doting before you leave us behind for greener pastures.”
Wow, that was heavy on the guilt.
I took comfort in the fact that they didn’t seem to think less of me because I couldn’t live the way they did. As for the rest…I’d work on it.
“Why can’t you stick to one partner?” I asked, making a reluctant topic change.
“Ah. Well, I see a twenty-five-year-old dick and automatically want to suck it.”
I spluttered a laugh.
Henry did a double take when I entered the bookstore with a smirk playing on my lips, and then he cursed and rounded the counter. Fully expecting a kiss and maybe a compliment, I frowned as he walked past me. The hell? Oh. Never mind. He was locking the door.
“Come here.” He yanked me into his arms and kissed me hard.
“Umph.” I sucked in a breath and fisted his shirt. “Want—oh, fuck…wanna take me right here?”
“Don’t tempt me.” He gave me another drugging kiss, his tongue invading my mouth, then smacked my ass and let go. “Get upstairs.”
I grinned, victorious, jogged past a cat with a staring problem, and hurried up to Henry’s place.
“What’re you thinking about?” I kept my tone casual. “What we should do tomorrow? Dinner plans?”
“No.” He trailed after me, and the huskiness of his voice sent a shudder through me. “I’m thinking about my tongue fucking your sweet little asshole.”
Fuck me! I stopped short with eyes wider than saucers and spun around on him.
He wanted his what where?
He pointed at the bed and began unzipping his shorts. “Lose your clothes and lie down on your stomach.”
“Is this because of my hair?” My grin turned wobbly. I couldn’t make sense of the storm of feelings surging inside me. Most of all, I liked the shock. Being caught off guard. And he was usually so fucking kind that his dirty side was a surprise. That was after he made me come three times already.
“Tip of the iceberg.” He moved closer and pulled at my tee. “I’ve spent the two hours you were gone fantasizing about what I want to do to you.”
My heart pounded, and I rushed to get all the clothes off me. After setting the pace in our so-far very brief relationship—or whatever the hell I was supposed to call it—I couldn’t wait for him to take charge and hopefully be a demanding fucker.
Feeling emboldened for a moment, I hit the bed stark naked and on all fours, and I glanced at him over my shoulder. Take me. I swallowed and pushed my ass toward him, and he narrowed his eyes at me.
“Be careful with what you offer, darling.” He joined me on the mattress, stroking his cock lazily.
“I trust you.” I was honest. Honest and goddamn excited.
“I make mistakes too.” It wasn’t a warning, just a quiet statement as he caressed my buttocks. “We were reckless last night.”
“How so?”
“Protection.” He smiled ruefully, then dipped down to kiss my spine. Goose bumps rose across my back, and I shivered. “You’re not a stranger from a bar, so I’ll trust you, but we should have had this discussion before our clothes came off.”
“I’m clean.” I’d be embarrassed if he knew just how clean. I hadn’t touched another woman since my fantasies about being with men had started occupying my thoughts two years ago.
“Me too. Very much so.” He grinned faintly into the next kiss, this one closer to where my ass cheeks parted. “Promise me you’ll be careful with others, though?”
“Buzzkill,” I accused. “The fuck would I think about others when I’m with you?”
He had no answer for that. Instead, he rested his forehead along my lower back and reached for my cock. I startled, only to let out a heavy breath and face forward. My head hung, my eyes fluttered closed. His fingers worked me teasingly, stroking the soft skin stretching around my hardening cock. At the same time, his kisses traveled lower.
The anticipation made me shake. Rim jobs were something I saw in porn, and it hadn’t really appealed. With Henry, it seemed all bets were off.
“You have the most beautiful tight little ass,” he murmured. “Just soft and round enough to squeeze and sink my teeth into.” He nibbled at one cheek, and I laughed breathily. “I can see when you tense up.” When he slid a finger over my opening, I did tense up.
“Christ.” I gulped. He’d barely started, and I was already losing control. I took a deep breath, but I fucking lost it. An explosion set off inside me as he tightened his grip on my cock and licked the length of my ass. “God-fucking-damn, Henry,” I growled. He hadn’t given me any warning!
“Drop to your stomach and form a fist around your cock,” he commanded quietly. “You’ll fuck it slowly.”
My body obeyed him without hesitation. Pushing awa
y the pillows, I gripped my cock and felt him grabbing two fistfuls of my ass. Heat rose to my face, and it wasn’t all arousal. There was a trickle of embarrassment and a whole lot of vulnerability. I couldn’t not wonder how the fuck he found this sexy, but his lustful groan settled most of my nerves.
Henry licked me firmly, softly, teasingly, so fucking sensually, and greedily.
A choked gasp escaped me, and my eyes flew open. He blew out a gentle breath right across my asshole, then rubbed his thumb over the skin. I clenched and trembled.
“So responsive,” he whispered. “Tell me you want me to prepare your ass for my cock.”
Those words triggered me to push my cock into my fist, and I moaned against the mattress. “I want it.” I couldn’t imagine he’d ever fit…but God, I wanted it.
“Good boy.”
“Hnngh.” My intelligent reply had to mean I was loving the good boy.
He went back to driving me crazy with his tongue. Each wet pass over my opening made me thrust into my hand, and more than that, I pushed back against him when he didn’t give me enough.
“You’re turning me into a damn slut,” I muttered, out of breath.
“Good. I think the slut needs to spread his legs for me some more.”
I groaned and forced my knees apart, and then we found our rhythm. It was fucking hypnotizing; I succumbed to it, the desperate rocking, the push and pull. Henry tongue-fucked me sensually and deeply until I was begging like the slut he was turning me into. His hands squeezed and abused my cheeks, and I found myself hoping my flesh would be red after this.
“Fingers,” I panted. “Fuck me, Henry—oh God.”
As if he’d been waiting for me to give the green light, he immediately wriggled the pad of his thumb inside me, and my automatic response was to clench down.
“Relax, Zachary,” he murmured huskily. “Otherwise, I can’t fuck you one day.” A few deep breaths got me there. “Perfect. Fucking beautiful. Bear down on me, okay?”
“Uh-huh.” I squeezed my cock, face buried in the mattress, and breathed through the sharp sting of his finger. He must’ve replaced it with his middle finger, because he went deeper. “Oh Jesus.” I was panting again and swallowing dryly. “More.” I couldn’t fucking believe what I just said. The pain hadn’t faded, and I was asking for more?
Henry complied, coating two fingers in spit and tonguing me expertly before forcing them inside me. The sound of my cry was muffled by the bed and my gnashed teeth, but what shocked me the most was the ball of pleasure that exploded inside me. I met his thrusts instinctively as my body heated up and flushed.
It was like being drunk. I threw myself into the moment recklessly and chased the crest, the rush that would send me flying.
Henry fucked me without mercy. Harder whenever he wanted me to fuck my fist faster, slower when he wanted to be a teasing bastard. I groaned unintelligibly and then gasped as he brushed against something. Oh God, was that what I’d read about? Holy fuck, I needed more.
“Please,” I whimpered hoarsely. Sweat began to bead on my forehead, and the sheet was getting damp where I muffled my sounds. “Please—fuck, Henry.”
His breathing was getting heavier, his kisses wet and sharp along my spine and cheeks. It hit me with another jolt of excitement that he was stroking himself, and I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Don’t come on the sheets.”
He nipped at my ass. “Why?”
I swallowed. “I wanna feel it,” I whispered.
There was no forgetting when he stroked himself off over my cock on the stairs. I wanted to feel it again. It was the fantasy that drove me closer to the brink, and I almost missed Henry’s curse.
Clutching the sheet with my free hand, I pushed back harder and jerked my dick impatiently. My balls ached, my ass clenched. It sent ricochets of pain up my body, but the pleasure won. I panted and screwed my eyes shut, getting closer. Closer, closer.
“Please come,” I bit out.
Henry grunted and hauled in a breath. I felt him straining, his legs tensing up wherever they touched me.
Moments later, the first hot splash of his release coated the crease of my ass, and I lost it. I spiraled, my mind swimming, and started coming. It was too much, at the same time as it wasn’t enough. With his fingers buried deep in my ass, his come running down my thighs, my cock spurting in my hand, and the sensations pummeling through me, there was nothing to do but take it. Processing would come way later.
I forgot to breathe. Black spots filled my vision, and I white-knuckled the sheets so hard that my hand hurt.
When I finally collapsed, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. It was overwhelming to have both your head and body in the game. Sex hadn’t been this intense for me in the past.
“Get—get your fingers outta my ass and come snuggle,” I croaked.
He chuckled, as out of breath as I was. “They’ve gotten attached.” He slipped them out slowly, and I shook. He did seem awfully into my ass, especially because he couldn’t help himself; he brushed his thumb over my opening and rubbed in the come. “Such an exquisite sight.”
I squirmed and grinned sleepily.
“I’ll be right back.” He literally kissed my ass. “Just getting a towel.”
I zonked out.
Nine
I’m not pregnant. I just have that gay glow
Put it in your mouth, dammit.
I glanced up at Henry’s face. His light snores meant he was asleep and that I could stare unabashedly. Thing was, I itched to blow him. I’d spent the past ten minutes creeping on him while he slept, and I didn’t even feel bad. With all that sexiness on display, he needed to be ogled.
Watching him got me hard. Thinking about sucking his cock had me needy, yet something held me back. I guess I was afraid I’d be awful at it. After the pleasure he’d given me, I wanted it to be good.
Quit overthinking, idiot.
Carefully shifting the covers away completely, I leaned over him and kissed the top of his thigh.
It was admittedly a turn-on that he was asleep. It was dirtier, and I’d watched porn where the sleep thing was part of role-play.
I gently gripped his semihard cock and gave him a slow stroke. Goddamn gorgeous. His cock, I loved just staring at it. It was soft and smooth. Warm. Long and thick.
He shifted in his sleep, and I inched closer, breathing in the scent of him. The tip of my tongue darted out to lick the vein that traveled up the underside. He was growing harder, and his breathing pattern changed. It wouldn’t be long before he woke up.
Before I could overthink it—uh, further—I lifted his cock and wrapped my lips around the blunt head. The softness of the skin did it for me, and I swirled my tongue around him as I took him deeper. Ugh, I could’ve been doing this since I started dating.
I remembered once…a boy in my class, I couldn’t have been more than fourteen. Blow jobs were kinda always on my mind at that age, and sometimes, possibly, I thought about a classmate doing it. A guy. Over the years, there’d been a few of those errant thoughts. Still, it wasn’t until I was twenty-five that it really hit me, and now I had a lot to make up for.
Since I was new, I did what I liked. I tightened my lips on the upstroke, simultaneously using my hand to stroke down his smooth skin. He was uncut like me, and once he was fully hard, the skin wouldn’t stretch over the head. I sucked harder, tasting him at the slit.
He shifted a little again, and he exhaled a heavy breath. Then his hand was in my hair.
“So good… Fuck.” His whispered groan made my cock throb, and my breath stuttered. “That’s it, baby boy…keep sucking me like that.”
I didn’t know something had been missing until he spoke. Now I wanted more of his filthy words.
Call me baby boy again.
I used more tongue, and I tightened my grip at the root. I could take little more than half of him, so I used my hand for the rest. He would have to teach me how to suck him deeper.
“I can tell you like it,” he rasped. “God.” He swallowed audibly and shuddered. “My gorgeous cocksucker.”
“Mmph.” I pressed my dick hard against the mattress and closed my eyes. Saliva trickled over my fingers, and I used it to slick up the rest of him. Needing a quick break to breathe, I licked and kissed and nibbled at the skin while I stroked him faster.
Henry gasped and fisted my hair firmly.
It wasn’t the perfect position. I couldn’t reach everything I wanted to explore, so I pushed myself up on all fours and figured he wouldn’t mind having my ass close. This angle was better. I kissed my way down past his balls and licked them.
“Jesus Christ,” he panted.
His thighs went rock solid as I sucked on his balls. Shit, my mouth fucking itched to suck harder. I became frenzied, and it was possible it made me sloppy. I couldn’t help it. I had to have more. Back to his cock, I took a bit more than I could handle, and I choked.
That made him groan my name.
So I did it again and again. My eyes watered. I gave no fucks. Next, his rough hand was on my ass, and he was as grabby as ever. I loved it. He squeezed and stroked, fingering me lightly. It only spurred me on.
“Close, baby,” he moaned.
I wrenched away, panting. “I wanna try swallowing, but you gotta—gotta keep my head in place.”
He cursed viciously and pushed me down on him. I grunted, my dick weeping at this stage. After he came, I had to get off quickly.
“Perfect,” he gritted out. A beat later, he tensed up and started coming.
The wet heat flooded my mouth, sending my thoughts in two different directions. Taking a whole load was fucking different than small tastes, and I wasn’t a huge fan. But damn…the entire situation—and the fact that I was doing this to him—had me ready to burst.