by CJ Bishop
Riley grinned against his mouth and kissed him again. “Then that should assure you that I’m not just after your body.” He leaned back a little and cocked an eyebrow. “Not that I don’t love your body. It’s quite…fabulous.”
Darius laughed softly. “Yours is…extremely fabulous.” He recalled their recent encounter in Riley’s bedroom and shivered all over. He still wasn’t sure how they hadn’t made love that day. But the time for holding back was over. Tonight was their night, and Darius had no doubt it would, in fact, knock the earth off its axis, as Riley had insisted it would the day they’d played on his bed.
“Do you remember how good it felt the other day in my bedroom?” Riley moaned and nuzzled his neck.
“How could I forget?” Darius shuddered as the younger man sucked his skin and pushed closer to him, his crotch hard.
“That was nothing…” Riley breathed. “…compared to how good you will feel tonight.”
Darius believed him.
Riley stepped back and took Darius by the hand. He smiled. “Ready to experience the best night of your life?”
“I’ve been ready for a while now,” Darius whispered.
The two men entered Riley’s room hand in hand where Darius found candles waiting to be lit, a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket on the nightstand, and red rose petals sprinkled all over the black satin comforter.
“What…?” Darius looked at Riley, surprise in his eyes.
“You didn’t think I was just going to drag you in here, throw you on the bed, and do the deed, did you?” He smiled and kissed Darius on the cheek. “Just because this isn’t our wedding night, doesn’t mean it isn’t special.” He caressed Darius’ face. “It’s our first time making love, baby. This is a very, very special night and it’s so important to me that it feels special to you, too.”
Darius stared at him; the man never ceased to amaze him.
“Wait right here,” Riley said. “Let me give you the full effect.” He walked around the room lighting candles, turned off the overhead light, then filled the two champagne glasses that accompanied the chilled bottle. He brought the glasses over to Darius and handed one to him and held up his own in a toast. “To the most amazing night of our lives.”
Smiling warmly, Darius touched his glass to Riley’s then took a sip. He licked his lips. “How do we…begin?”
Riley laughed quietly and reached out, gently loosening Darius’ tie. “We begin…” he slid the tie free and commenced to unfastening Darius’ shirt buttons. “…by removing our clothes.”
Darius shivered as Riley’s fingers brushed his skin with each button loosened. He gazed at the younger man’s handsome face and wondered at the stark turn his life had taken since meeting Max. His older brother was a real-life good-luck charm. Since coming back to the city with Max, his life had gotten better and better. He hadn’t expected to find romance so soon, but a single encounter with Riley and he was taken in by the beautiful younger man.
He touched Riley’s face and the young man raised his eyes to meet his gaze. “I’m falling in love with you,” Darius whispered, his voice shaking. “Is that okay with you?”
Riley paused and took Darius’ hand and kissed it softly. “I was hoping you were,” he murmured. “I didn’t want to fall alone.”
Chapter Four
Angel’s tender, naked body felt so good beneath him. Two days of celibacy was two days too many and Dane could hardly contain or restrain himself. The mere friction of their hard members rubbing together had him ready to burst. The length and thickness of Angel’s shaft let Dane know that he was as close to combustion as Dane. Both their cocks were well-coated with cum juice, thoroughly slicked up and becoming more so as they moved against each other, hips rolling and thrusting.
“Oh, God, Dane…” Angel gasped shakily. “You’re gonna make me cum.” His fingers pressed tensely into Dane’s back muscles, gripping his flesh. “Please, fuck me, baby…” he moaned as his head tilted back into the pillows and his supple body arched to his husband. “Please…now…”
Angel was already lifting and gyrating as if Dane were buried deep inside him. A little surge zipped up Dane’s cock warning him he was dangerously close to unloading. He quickly added spit to his wet shaft, hooked his arms around the back of Angel’s thighs and lifted his legs a fraction, elevating his ass to the perfect angle for penetration—then penetrated him, his steel-hard dick squeezing in deeper and deeper. Holy fuck!
“Uuh!” Angel cried out loud as his slender body curled upward a bit, taking Dane’s entire cock. “Oh, fuck yes…yes…fuck me, baby…do it-do it…uuhhh!”
Dane wondered if the “choir boys” were still out in the hall and listening in…and how many of them were secretly getting off to the sound of Angel getting off?
Hooking his arms firmly into the crook of Angel’s knees, Dane gave him what he begged for and fucked him furiously. At this point, he could give him no less as his own surging orgasm demanded he fuck him like mad.
“Oh, fuck—fuck!” Angel wailed and clutched the pillows above his head, his beautiful face distorting in sweet, sexual ecstasy as he writhed beneath Dane, his skin glossing with sweat. “Oh God!” he nearly screamed when Dane drove in deep and hard and gyrated his hips, grounding his cock against Angel’s sweet spot. “Fuck-fuck! Don’t stop! Right there-right there! Oh God—keep fucking me like just like that—you’re gonna make cum so fast!”
Dane was pretty sure it didn’t matter where the bible thumpers were at in the hotel—they were hearing this.
“Oh, my God!” Dane panted and grunted, his arms squeezing like vices around Angel’s legs as he channeled all his strength into his hips and assaulted Angel’s prostate gland. “Oh fuck, baby…I’m gonna cum!” he leaned down and grabbed Angel’s mouth in a fierce kiss, gasping hard. “Uuhh…shit! I’m so close—cum for me, baby! Cum! Uuuhh!”
Angel’s head jerked back, and he cried out loud and sharp—and shot cum all over him and Dane. “Fuuck! Yes-yes-yeeess! Uuh-God!”
Drawing his own knees up a bit so they wedged under Angel’s ass, Dane lost all control and fucked him with wild abandon. In seconds, he was yelling and cumming, filling his husband with loads of creamy hot love.
“Yes…yes…” Angel whimpered, panting hard. “Give it to me, baby…I want it all…”
Dane grunted as he thrust in a few more times, his balls not quite empty yet. “Oh my God…ahh fuck yes-yes…oh shit…that feels so good…so good…” Dane exhaled hard and released Angel’s legs then sagged down on top of him. “Oh, fuck…promise me you won’t ever make me go without again…not even one fucking day…”
Stroking his damp hair, Angel grinned, eyes heavy. “I don’t know,” he whispered breathlessly. “I kind of like the way you fuck when you’ve been deprived.” He grinned. “Maybe I’ll have to cut you off until we leave for our honeymoon.”
Dane groaned in agony and buried his face in his neck. “Don’t even fucking joke about that.”
Laughing, Angel kissed his ear. “Don’t worry, baby…there’s no way I could survive another sex fast, either.”
“Thank God,” Dane shuddered.
“Speaking of God…” Angel chuckled softly. “Do you think they enjoyed the acoustics?”
Dane raised his head and kissed Angel, a smile on his face. “Not that they’d admit. But I’d bet a few of them are hard as a rock right about now.”
“Good,” Angel smiled smartly and ran his hands down over Dane’s ass. “Serves them right for judging us and treating our love like it’s unnatural.”
“Amen.” Dane grinned and submerged them in a strong, passionate kiss as they curled around each other and savored their natural love for one another.
♦
Axel sat beside Clint on the rear porch steps watching the kids play their games. Noah’s limp was becoming more pronounced and slowing him down some, but he didn’t leave the game. “We should probably have them come in before too long,” Axel murmured. “I
’m sure Jules and Reuben are already up way past their bedtime.”
Clint nodded silently, his eyes following Noah.
“I hope he remembered to bring his medication,” Axel said. “He looks like his leg is starting to hurt.”
“Devlin made sure he packed it,” Clint told him.
“Oh. Good. I wasn’t sure if regular pain relievers would be enough.”
The two men stood up. “Boys,” Clint called to them. “Time to come inside.”
Rather than complain, the two little boys and Noel raced back toward the house. Noah lagged behind, his face pinching a little with each step. When Noel realized he wasn’t with them, he stopped and waited for his brother, concern in his eyes.
“We should’ve stopped playing sooner,” Noel told him. “You should’ve said your leg was hurting.”
“It’s not too bad,” Noah insisted, though he was clearly fibbing.
Clint walked over and, without a word, scooped Noah up in his arms and packed him into the house. The little boys were already inside and Axel waited for Noel. He draped his arm around the boy’s shoulders. “Want me to carry you?” he teased.
Noel laughed and shook his head. “No. I’m good.”
“All right,” Axel chuckled. “You know, that cowboy is really fond of you two.” He hugged Noel against him as they walked through the back door. “Me, too.”
They stopped in the kitchen for something drink while Clint helped Noah get settled on the sofa in the other room. Noel went silent and Axel looked at him curiously.
“Something on your mind?” he asked.
Noel chewed his lower lip. “How much older is Clint than you?”
“About fifteen years,” Axel answered. “Why?”
Noel shrugged then sighed. “Noah keeps saying that Chris is too old for him. But he’s only six years older, that’s less than half as old as Clint is to you. And nobody says anything about Clint being too old for you.”
Smiling, Axel leaned against the counter. “Well, you can bet they would have if I would’ve met Clint when I was fifteen. He would’ve been like twenty-nine or thirty at the time.” He chuckled. “It’s different when one is underage, and the other is an adult. Once Noah is eighteen, then Chris’ six years won’t mean anything. A lot of couples have a few years between them, and sometimes a lot of years, like Clint and I. There’s like seven or eight years between Angel and Dane, and Angel is only nineteen.”
“Noah isn’t worried about when he’s eighteen,” Noel said. “He’s worried that Chris will be involved or married by the time he makes it to eighteen.”
Axel’s heart went out to Noah; it had to be torture on his young heart to be around the object of his affection almost every day and know he has to wait years before he can confess what’s in his heart. “He might be,” Axel murmured. “But then again, he might not. He’s gone this long without getting serious, maybe he’ll go a few more years.”
Noel sighed. “I hope so. I think…I think Noah might be falling in love with him…for real.”
Honestly? Axel had suspected the same thing. Considering the real love that flowed between Maddy and Savannah, it wasn’t hard to imagine fifteen-year-old Noah discovering true love at his age. Like Noel, though, he found himself hoping that Chris was still free when Noah’s eighteenth birthday came around. And Axel had a quiet “optimism” that he just might be.
Although there was absolutely nothing “inappropriate” about Chris’ behavior toward Noah, Axel sensed a very deep affection in Chris for the younger boy. If he had enough foresight to consider that, as adults, they could maybe have something really special between them…he might be willing to make the three-year wait.
“I just want him to be happy,” Noel said softly with emotion. “After getting hurt, and then…” he blinked and looked down. “…trying so hard to protect me…he deserves to have what he wants. He deserves someone to love him for real.”
Axel stepped closer and cupped the boy’s head, drawing him into a hug. He kissed his hair. “You both deserve to be happy.” He smiled and leaned back. “And you came to the right family for that.”
When they walked into the living room, Cint was bent over, removing Noah’s shoes and helping him stretch his leg out comfortably on the cushions.
My cowboy, Axel thought with warm affection. Tough on the outside, tender on the inside.
♦
Gabe hadn’t required much rest after their initial hot-n-heavy fuck. After two days of not getting any from Cole, he was fairly certain they could both go all night without much downtime between sessions.
After giving Cole a blowjob, they went to the shower and played a little bit more, then returned to bed. They hadn’t gotten off in the shower but had definitely amped each other back up to maximum capacity.
“My turn to service my husband.” Cole hovered over Gabe and began a very sensual descent down his body beginning at his throat. It never ceased to amaze Gabe how Cole’s kisses and caresses could go from intense and demanding to soft and tender like the flip of a switch. Gabe favored neither “mode” over the other. They were always in sync, always wanted the same thing at the same time. And right now, they were both in the mood for love. The hard-fucking mode would come back later, without a doubt, but at this moment, they were both content to take their time and savor one another…and let it truly sink in that they were now husbands.
Gabe thought it might take more than one night for that amazing reality to really absorb into his heart and mind.
A short, soft gasp suddenly caught in his throat when Cole licked his stiff shaft then wrapped it in his strong fist and pumped him a few times.
“Mmm…your hands are magic,” Gabe moaned and raised his hips, his lower ab muscles flexing as he rocked his cock through his husband’s hand. “Almost as magical as your mouth.”
“Was that a hint?” Cole smiled and ran the tip of his wet tongue around the head of Gabe’s cock.
“Fuck,” Gabe gasped and nodded. “Yes…it was.”
“And just what are you hinting at?” Cole murmured as he teased the drooling tip of Gabe’s dick with his tongue while he continued to stroke up and down the thickening shaft.
“I have to tell you?” Gabe shook his head. “I thought you knew me better than that.”
Cole chuckled and dipped his tongue into the tiny bubbling hole, causing Gabe’s member to jump and stretch. “I just love to hear you say it.” He raised his eyes to Gabe’s face and grinned. “It gets me so turned on.”
Gabe understood; he liked to hear Cole say it, too. He reached down and slid his fingers through Cole’s short hair, so damn in love with the man his heart threatened to explode out of his chest. “I want you to suck me, baby,” he groaned. “I want that sexy mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.” He raked his fingertips against Cole’s scalp, his breath quickening. “I want you to suck the cum right out of me.”
A slow grin spread across Cole’s handsome face. “I believe I can do that.”
Gabe laughed low. “I know you can.”
And he did—within a few short minutes—leaving Gabe panting and trembling, his entire body tingling and aching to be filled with Cole’s thickness.
Gabe tugged Cole up over the top of him and kissed him. He opened his legs wide and dug his heels into the mattress, lifting his hips, arching his ass as Cole’s stiff cock found its way to its destination without any help.
“Fuck…” Gabe sucked in a deep breath as he was suddenly impaled on Cole’s gloriously long, thick rod. He shuddered and moaned, his senses spiking as Cole pinned his wrists to the bed above his head.
Cole pumped him long and deep a few times then pulled out. He released his wrists and rubbed his hands down Gabe’s body, planted a kiss on his heavy cock, then withdrew from the bed. “Don’t move,” he murmured with a gleefully dark smile. “I’ll be right back.”
Chapter Five
“Do you think tonight is the night for Darius and Riley?” Horatio gently laid his nake
d husband down on the bed and kissed his lips as his own nude form hovered over him, his member fully erect, the damp head rubbing Max’s lower abdomen.
Max quivered with anticipation; he’d been aching to make love to Horatio for two days now. So much so that the need had become physically painful. He swallowed thickly and smiled. “Yes, I do. Darius said he was ready to take that step.” He ran his fingertips along Horatio’s lean flanks. “He said he was in love with him.”
“Ah, that’s great,” Horatio murmured and dipped down, pressing soft kisses to Max’s throat. Max moaned and shivered. “Those two are perfect for each other.”
“I think so, too,” Max whispered unsteadily.
“I hope their first time together is as special as ours was.” Horatio raised his head and stroked Max’s face. “Do you remember our first time?”
Max smiled softly. “That’s a silly question,” he said quietly. “I remember every second we ever shared together…but especially our first time.”
Horatio kissed him, gently cupping his face. “It seems like a lifetime ago,” he whispered.
“It was,” Max said. “But remains as fresh in my mind as if it was yesterday.”
Gazing down at him, Horatio’s eyes misted. “Every time with you is like the first time.” He swallowed and licked his lips. “I don’t ever want that to change.”
“It won’t,” Max murmured and drew him into another tender kiss.
Moaning softly, Horatio gently pulled his legs up until he was straddling Max’s body. Then they were one with each other. Their kiss extended as the two men moaned into one another’s mouths while Horatio slowly swiveled his hips with a skill that never failed to blow Max’s mind.
“Oh, God, baby…” Max breathed unsteadily and grasped Horatio’s hips. “I love you so much.”
Horatio sat up straight and rotated his ass smooth and graceful, his member rock hard and dripping juice all over Max’s stomach.