by CJ Bishop
“Uh!” Darius gasped and clutched the blankets. His cock jumped and morphed to steel hardness.
“And this?”
Darius whimpered sharply when Riley probed his hole with his tongue. “Oh my God…”
“You have a beautiful ass,” Riley groaned and squeezed his cheeks, opening him a little wider. “And tasty, too.” With that proclamation, he tongue-fucked him again, a bit harder this time—which felt so fucking good.
“Oh, fuck…” Darius swallowed hard. “…don’t stop…”
Riley laughed softly and licked him a couple more times, wet him with saliva again, then sucked his hole.
“Uuh!” Darius was sure he would come if Riley kept it up. He’d had no idea it would feel this good to get his ass licked and tongue-fucked. Beneath him, the blankets were already growing wet with cum juice and his balls were so full they ached.
“Slide your knees up under you a bit,” Riley murmured, his breath unsteady. Darius complied. “Mm. Much better.” Riley’s warm breath puffed against his exposed hole as his new position naturally spread his ass open. His member hung stiff and heavy between his legs, his balls like steel. “Good God,” Riley moaned. “Do you know how sexy you look, all presentable like this?”
Darius could imagine how sexy Riley would look if they were switched. He’d never thought of himself as “sexy”, in any position. He was okay with his looks but hadn’t considered his appearance to be above average by any stretch. Riley seemed to have an opposing opinion about that.
“You have the most perfectly rounded balls,” Riley observed with quiet amusement, then fondled those “perfect” balls, gently squeezing and tugging.
“Oooh…God…” Darius buried his face in the soft pillow and shivered all over.
“You like that, do you?”
“Yes,” Darius whimpered.
He shivered again when Riley dipped down and used his tongue to scoop Darius’ tight sack into his mouth—then sucked hard.
“Shit!” Darius gasped.
Riley released him and dragged a very wet tongue up through his ass again as he slipped one hand between Darius’ legs and took hold of his cock. He pumped his tongue into his hole again as he stroked Darius’ hard shaft.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” Darius moaned shakily.
“That’s okay,” Riley murmured against his hole. “Trust me, you won’t stay soft for long. If you want to cum…then cum.”
Riley buried his whole face in Darius’ ass, thrusting his tongue through his tight ring as he pumped his cock with a strong fist.
“Uuhhh…” Darius choked quietly, his moans muffled in the pillow. “Oh…God…I’m so close…so close…” His jaw tightened and throat constricted as his muscles began to lock up and his balls knotted with the impending orgasm. “Oh fuck…fuck…Riley…I-I’m gonna cum—I’m gonna—uuuhhh!” His body convulsed and dick jerked in Riley’s hand, spilling cum onto the blankets in quick, short squirts. “Fuuck…fuck…” his body shuddered and shook as Riley stroked his shaft, pumping the cum from his balls.
“Yes, baby,” Riley groaned into his ass. “I love to make you cum.” He let loose of Darius’ pulsing member, sat back and picked up the small tube of lube he’d brought to the bed with him. He coated his fingers and Darius’ entrance. “Get ready to get hard again,” he murmured as he very gently squeezed one finger inside him.
Darius sucked in a sharp breath, startled that a single finger could feel so big pushing in. A brief moment of doubt struck him; if just a finger filled him up so much…how would he take Riley’s long, thick dick without it splitting him wide open?
His anxieties caused his body to tense and his ass to clench Riley’s digit. “Relax, baby,” Riley whispered and kissed his cheeks. “I promise, you’ll loosen up and all this will feel incredibly good.”
Darius believed him; it already did. But he was still admittedly tense. He tried to relax and enjoy the feel of Riley’s finger moving around inside him. He was getting looser and it was feeling better and better. Soft moans began to roll up his throat.
“See?” Riley smiled and planted kisses all over his ass and lower back. “Now…how does this feel?”
Riley suddenly hit a button that nearly shot Darius through the roof. He yelped sharply as a mind-shattering surge of ecstasy exploded through his body.
“Nice, huh?” Riley chuckled softly and continued to probe that special spot.
Darius panted and gasped, his cock stretching into an instant erection. “Oh my God…oh fuck…fuck…”
“Told you it wouldn’t stay soft for long.” He grinned against his lower back and slipped in a second finger, scissoring his digits around inside him.
“Uuhh…God…” Darius choked on a whimpering cry and thrust back against his fingers, fucking his digits. “Oh my God, that feels so good…”
Three fingers went in and pumped him deep.
“Shit…” Darius swallowed thickly and clutched the pillow, hard breaths puffing out of him. He suddenly wanted more than Riley’s fingers, no longer afraid of the man’s large cock—but now craving it. His ass flexed and tingled in anticipation and want of Riley’s thick flesh forcing inside him. “Please, Riley…fuck me…”
Chapter Seven
With the coffee table moved out of the way, the floor space before the sofa was opened up, allowing plenty of room for the boys’ blankets and pillows. Axel sat on the floor with his back against the sofa between Clint’s knees. Noel’s pillow rested on Axel’s thigh as the boy laid next to him, watching tv. Jules and Reuben were a little further out on the floor, a thick comforter beneath them and another pulled over their heads so only their faces were visible as they whispered and giggled.
Axel watched them with a smile on his face. He was beginning to have doubts that they would fall asleep. Noah was practically out already, and Noel wouldn’t be far behind. Axel gently stroked Noel’s soft strands as the boy gazed at the television screen through heavy-lidded eyes that were steadily closing.
Until tonight, it didn’t occur to Axel just how much he really wanted this; a family of their own, a house full of kids. Upon meeting Clint for the first time, the last thing he would’ve believed was that the cowboy would make an amazing dad and husband. Funny, he thought, how there was so much more to people than meets the eye. Shit, looking at himself before he became part of this family, he would’ve thought he’d end up face down in a gutter somewhere, strung out and worthless, unwanted…unloved. Just another piece of trash to be tossed away.
Who knew he’d be rescued by the two boys he’d helped abuse…and a cowboy gangster?
And end up here—smack in the middle of heaven on earth?
He cleared his throat and blinked as he gazed down at Noel and lightly combed his fingers through the boy’s hair. He would’ve never believed back then that one day he would be someone that a kid could look up to.
Fingers touched Axel’s curls and he laid his head back on Clint’s thigh. He looked up at the cowboy with great love and affection for the man. Clint stroked his fingertips beneath Axel’s jaw, his thumb caressing his cheek. He knew that look in his cowboy’s eyes and it warmed him through and through.
“Are they asleep yet?” Clint murmured.
Axel realized he hadn’t heard a peep from the two little boys for a few minutes. Noel had dropped off into dreamland and Axel carefully slid out from beneath the pillow then crawled to his feet. He checked on Jules and Reuben and found them out cold. Apparently, when sleep struck, it did so with a vengeance.
“They’re out,” Axel whispered and came back to the sofa. He made sure Noel was covered up.
Clint gently lifted Noah’s foot then laid both his foot and pillow on the sofa cushion as he stood up. He tugged the blanket up around Noah’s shoulders and ran his hand over his head.
“Should I turn off the tv?” Axel asked quietly.
“Leave it on,” Clint told him. “Just turn down the volume a little.”
Axel nodded and
picked up the remote, lowering the volume. The tv would provide light in case Reuben woke up. He didn’t worry about Jules or the other boys being afraid, but Reuben might be.
Axel looked at the twins and took hold of Clint’s hand. “I wish they were ours,” he whispered. “I wish they lived here, with us.” He looked at Clint. “I know they have a good home with Abel and Devlin, but…” he sighed and leaned against Clint. “I still wish they could live with us.”
Clint wrapped his arms around him and pressed his lips to his hair. “They’ll stay with us when Abel and Devlin go on their honeymoon.”
“I know.” He laid his head on Clint’s shoulder. “I just wish they could move in permanently.” He raised his eyes and found Clint gazing at the boys. Axel smiled. “You do, too, don’t you?”
Clint slowly shifted his stare from the twins to Axel. He kissed him. “Let’s go to bed.”
“That wasn’t an answer,” Axel insisted as Clint clamped onto his hand and led him down the hall to the bedroom.
♦
Abel laid back and reveled in the ecstasy of Devlin’s mouth and his skill for bringing Abel to the edge of explosion, then backing off, letting him regain control, and doing it all over again until Abel nearly went crazy.
Taking mercy on him, Devlin was about to go for the gold and take him all the way—when Abel stopped him. His hands trembled as he lifted Devlin off him. His member was so hard and stiff he could barely move. “I want…” he swallowed hard through a constricted throat, his voice rasping with sexual tension. “I want…to make love to you…now.” He swallowed again and pulled Devlin up to him, over the top of him. “I want to be inside you.” He kissed Devlin and clutched his head.
Devlin pushed into the intense kiss and drew his legs up, straddling Abel. He backed out of the kiss long enough to wet Abel’s shaft with saliva then crushed his mouth again as Abel grabbed his hips and pushed up inside him.
Whimpering moans shuddered through them and Abel about went blind with sheer ecstasy as Devlin’s tight, hot cave squeezed his cock, taking him in deeper and deeper.
“Devlin…” Abel gasped and lifted to his husband, slowly thrusting…then faster…harder. He wanted to cum so bad but didn’t want to be over too soon, either. With Devlin riding him, though, he wouldn’t last. Abel sat forward and wrapped his arms around Devlin and kissed him with trembling lips, then laid him down and took the dominant position. His eyes hazy with desire and love, Abel slowed their pace and rhythm, laying soft kisses on Devlin’s mouth.
“Mmm…” Devlin gently sucked his lips, his tongue, and caressed Abel’s warm, damp body.
“I love you so much,” Abel whispered through their kisses. “So much.” He stroked long and deep inside Devlin, not too fast, savoring the tightness of his body. He shivered as Devlin moved with him, rolling his hips upward. “Oh, my God…” Abel gasped softly, shakily, and hugged Devlin’s head, his lips on his throat. “Oh, baby…”
Devlin palmed his flexing ass cheeks and held on as their rhythm quickened. “Oh, God…” Devlin shuddered. His shaft was rock-hard and the tension in his body let Abel know he was close to cumming again.
“Fuck…” Abel choked and shoved up on his hands. He stared down into Devlin’s flushed face and pumped harder and deeper inside him. “Fuck, baby…yes…uuhhh….I’m gonna cum…”
Devlin reached between them and stroked himself as he maintained a firm grip on Abel’s ass with his other hand. “Fuck me, baby…” he panted. “I’m right there…”
Breath bursting out of him, Abel fucked him harder. “Uuh! Shit!Devlin—I’m gonna cum! Fuuuck…”
Devlin pumped himself urgently, chest heaving with ragged breath, his skin slick with sweat and hot to the touch. “Oh my God…oh God-oh God…Abel…fuuck!” He came with a hard jerk of his hips, a sharp cry wrenching loose as he shot his juice onto his sweaty body.
“Yes, baby…” Abel gasped, his face strained and jaw tight. “Uuuhh! God! Yeesss!” He slammed in hard—once, twice, three times—and unloaded. “Shit!” He fucked him wildly a few more seconds, then slowed and dropped down on top of Devlin. “Oh my God…fuck…mmm…”
Devlin chuckled and let out a hard breath. He slid his fingers through Abel’s damp hair, up the back of his head. “Damn, baby, you’re good.” He lifted Abel’s face and kissed his mouth. “Out of this world fantastic.”
Abel smiled, eyes heavy. “Glad you married me?”
His head dropping back, Devlin laughed out loud. “Fuck.”
Abel laughed softly and laid his head on Devlin’s chest, exhaustion coursing through him. He mumbled tiredly, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
♦
Cole returned with a small bag and set it on the end of the bed.
Gabe propped on his elbows. “What’s that?”
He had given Gabe a few strokes of his cock then stopped; his husband wanted more—a lot more. Cole would give it to him. He smiled darkly and withdrew a few of the items. “Just some toys they gave us at the bachelor party.”
Gabe looked at the handcuffs, the flogger, collar, leash, and a few other goodies Cole laid out on the comforter. He raised his eyes to Cole’s face. “I get to restrain you, right?”
“No,” Cole countered. “Not the first time around, anyway.”
“At the bachelor party, I said I get to be the master.”
Cole looked thoughtful. “I don’t recall agreeing to that.”
“What makes you think I’m going to let you be the master?” Gabe queried in a deep, dark tone.
“What makes you think I need your cooperation?” Cole grinned evilly. “And besides, I know something that you don’t know I know.”
“Which is?”
Cole crawled up between Gabe’s legs, dipped down, and dragged his tongue up the full length of Gabe’s hardening cock. The man shuddered. Cole whispered, “I’m your weakness. There’s nothing you would deny me.”
Gabe stared back at him, a small smile on his lips. “Is that so?”
“It is.” Cole licked his shaft again. It twitched and stretched.
Releasing a slow breath, Gabe asked, “And just what is it you plan to do to me as my master?”
Cole grinned, accepting Gabe’s question as his consent to be Cole’s slave. “First…” He picked up the handcuffs. “You must be restrained.” Cole sat back on his heels. “On your knees and turn around.”
Eyeing him coolly, Gabe finally obeyed. Cole cuffed him then picked up the leather collar and wrapped it around his throat, fastening it in the back. Two “O” rings were attached to the front and rear of the collar. Cole retrieved a strip of leather with a clip at each end and snapped one onto the rear “O” ring of the collar, and the other he hooked onto the handcuffs, assuring Gabe’s hands were securely locked behind his back.
“Now what?” Gabe inquired—and received a smack on his ass, making him jump.
“Don’t speak unless I tell you to,” Cole murmured close to his ear. He chuckled. This was hardly an “official” D/s situation; he was just having fun with Gabe for tonight. Later, they would explore it more seriously and decide if it was something they wanted to permanently implement into their sex life.
Gabe went silent and waited.
Plucking a thin leather blindfold from the accumulation of “toys”, Cole covered Gabe’s eyes. He flattened his hand between his husband’s shoulder blades. “Bend over,” he instructed and applied pressure. “Head on the pillow.”
Gabe obediently complied.
“Mm.” Cole looked him over, his ass arched and presented to his master. “Spread your legs.” Gabe obeyed. Cole smiled and ran a single fingertip between Gabe’s wide-spread cheeks and rimmed his hole. The puckered flesh flexed in anticipation and Gabe instinctively pushed his ass against Cole’s finger, eager for penetration. Cole spanked his ass again, leaving a bright red flush on his left cheek in the shape of a hand.
Gabe gasped…then groaned in pleasure.
“Don’t ask for anything,�
� Cole told him firmly. “Verbally or non-verbally. If I give you something, then it’s my decision, and mine alone. You wait for it—but you do not ask for it. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Gabe answered, his voice slightly muffled against the pillow.
Cole smiled, his erection hardening; this was fun and more of a turn on than he’d expected. He was playing it by ear, so to speak. He hadn’t planned this out any further than getting Gabe into the handcuffs. Well, maybe he’d planned the spanking part. It was already a known fact that Gabe enjoyed being spanked. So did Cole. It got him harder thinking about Gabe taking the role of Master next time. If he were to be honest, Gabe would probably make the better Master.
But for now, Cole intended to enjoy himself and make his husband “suffer” in the most erotic way.
Among the items they’d received at the bachelor party, were a few Cole had added himself. He picked up a slim, hard, silver vibrator about half an inch in diameter, the straight rod sleek and smooth. Not necessarily created as a torture device—rather one of pleasure—Cole had his own ideas on how to use it to torment his new husband.
He turned on the vibrator. “Don’t move,” he told Gabe. “No matter what I do. And stay perfectly quiet.” He smiled with evil glee and ran the tip of the vibrator through the crack of Gabe’s ass. Gabe gasped when it grazed his hole—and Cole smacked his ass cheek; not hard but as a warning. “No sound.”
The silver rod hummed its way down over Gabe’s full balls.
“Fuck,” Gabe choked tightly.
Smack. Cole’s handprint glowed bright red on Gabe’s fleshy skin. The sting in Cole’s palm made his dick throb and ooze cum juice. Gabe’s tight, flexing hole beckoned to his cock, but he resisted for the moment. He wouldn’t be able to resist long, though. This might become more torturous for himself than Gabe.
He touched the tip of the vibrator to Gabe’s member, sliding it along the underside of his shaft. Gabe clenched his jaw, swallowing his gasp this time as his cock instantly hardened.