A Promised Land (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by Jools Louise

  Aaron’s fingers swept downward, raking through the dark pubes below, finding the thick cock that was rising to the occasion eagerly. Stroking the long dick, he pumped a few times, lifting Kadil up a little before setting him down in perfect position for Kadil’s hole to accept Aaron’s heavy cock.

  Kadil let out a guttural groan of pleasure, easing down, panting as his chute stretched to receive the thick invader punching through the tight ring of muscle guarding his hole. Gravity did its thing, and within seconds he was impaled fully, the burn sending shock waves through his body as he adjusted to Aaron’s girth.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” Aaron moaned into his lover’s ear, nipping an earlobe. “So warm and tight. Did I happen to mention how spectacular your ass is?”

  Kadil chuckled, feeling his ass relax around Aaron’s cock finally. Lifting up a tiny bit, he ground down in the next moment, repeating the process until they were both gasping in pleasure. He lifted up just a little more on each upstroke before impaling himself again. Every so often he would come down hard, then swivel his hips a little, driving them both insane with need.

  Aaron grabbed Kadil’s hips, holding him in place as he began to fuck upward, water sloshing in all directions as he filled Kadil over and over. Aaron was proving to be multi-talented, fisting Kadil’s cock still even while he fucked Kadil hard and fast. Kadil felt his balls recede, then with a whimpering cry felt his seed erupt from his slit like a fire hose. Aaron’s teeth clamped Kadil’s shoulder, he grunted once, twice before Kadil felt searing heat fill his ass, signaling Aaron’s orgasm deep inside.

  “Damn,” Aaron murmured, stroking his fingers over Kadil’s belly gently. “I can’t seem to get enough of you. Thank you.” Kadil blinked, startled, and then turned his head to the side, meeting drowsy green eyes, full of love.

  “Thank you?” Kadil asked, his voice rising to a squeak.

  “Yes.” Aaron pinched each of Kadil’s nipples teasingly, flicking bubbles at Kadil’s nose. “Thank you. For trusting me. For not leaving. For not giving in to your doubts. For being honest.” Each sentence generated more bubbles until Kadil stopped the assault with a kiss and a few flicks of his own.

  The teasing escalated with the pair trying their best to dunk the other, laughing breathlessly.

  The laughter died as the added stimulation escalated other areas, with Aaron suddenly standing and lifting Kadil into his strong arms, right out of the tub.

  Naked, he carried Kadil to the large bed in the center of the room, placing him carefully onto the thick coverlet and following him down, his mouth busily licking at the droplets of moisture on Kadil’s tanned skin.

  “Hmmm, delicious,” Aaron sighed, lapping at Kadil’s inner thigh, then along the juncture between groin and the top of Kadil’s leg, He bypassed Kadil’s dick, instead exploring the ridged muscle of Kadil’s flat belly, delving into the small hole in the center and then moving upward to nip and suck at the small brown nipples begging for attention.

  Kadil cupped Aaron’s damp hair, writhing beneath the sensual assault, the cool air causing goose bumps to form on his skin. The heat of Aaron’s body against his was a delicious contrast, that hot mouth sending shivers down his spine. He was so turned on he was about ready to explode again, moaning in bliss.

  “Make love to me,” Aaron suddenly begged, falling to the side and lifting his legs, presenting his beautiful ass for Kadil’s inspection.

  Kadil jerked in surprise, staring at his lover.

  “But I’ve never…” He didn’t want to hurt his lover.

  “I’ll teach you. Just follow my lead.” Aaron pulled Kadil between his thighs, stroking his cock firmly. Kadil gasped, eyes closing at the steady friction on his dick.

  “We need lube,” he gasped, slapping Aaron’s hand away before he came too soon.

  “In the drawer,” Aaron directed, waving one hand vaguely in the right direction.

  Kadil rolled his eyes, crawling over the bed and finding the large tube of lube, then returning quickly.

  “What’s taking so long? I need that fat dick inside me, lover. My ass needs a good pounding,” Aaron was struggling to contain a laugh at Kadil’s shocked expression, then lost the battle when Kadil realized he was teasing, slapping his ass on each cheek firmly.

  “Hey, I’m just learning here. Give a guy a break,” Kadil protested, slapping those firm cheeks again, then leaning down and nipping at each luscious globe.

  He grinned, hearing Aaron’s soft moan before focusing his attention on the little pink hole winking at him invitingly.

  “I’ve always wanted to do this.” He growled, then licked lightly across the little rosebud with his tongue. Aaron jerked as though tasered.

  “I didn’t think…” Aaron’s words were cut off abruptly by another deep moan as Kadil decided he liked the taste of ass, and began driving his blond lover right out of his mind.

  The musky scent and taste were an aphrodisiac, and Kadil was fast becoming an addict. He swirled around the little hole, then licked a long trail from balls to hole and back again. Returning to the quivering ring of muscle, he firmed his tongue, probing gently, feeling the relaxation as the sphincter gave way.

  Aaron was literally shaking, babbling out incoherent sentences and curse words, then he jerked again, like a fish on a hook as Kadil’s tongue pushed right inside, fucking Aaron’s hole with abandon.

  “Fuckfuckfuck!” Aaron whimpered, his head thrashing against the sheets, then he held his breath as Kadil inserted one slim finger inside his ass, right to the knuckle. It had been a while for Aaron, and he felt the searing heat sink inside him. Then the intense pleasure as Kadil found the little gland buried within, and tormented him gleefully.

  “Kadil!” Aaron’s cries were muffled by his fist against his mouth, having enough sense to know they weren’t alone in the house. The bedroom door was closed, but still…

  A second finger, then a third joined ranks, scissoring inside Aaron’s hole, stretching him for the next invasion.

  Within seconds Aaron was clenching his teeth on his own fingers as he felt the thick head of Kadil’s cock push against his hole, then the burn as muscles stretched even further to accommodate Kadil’s fat girth. Kadil was not OMG huge, but he was still generously proportioned and was far larger than anything Aaron had previously encountered.

  “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Kadil whispered when he was seated to the hilt. Aaron opened his eyes, not realizing he had shut them, staring into concerned brown eyes.

  He nodded helplessly, pouting his lips, begging for a kiss.

  Kadil laughed, accepting the invitation as he began to move.

  “You feel fantastic. If I’d known you would feel this good, I’d have jumped your sexy ass weeks ago.” He laughed again as Aaron snorted, then sighed as their kiss deepened.

  Kadil was in no hurry, his cock had already spurted once that evening. He simply enjoyed the sensation of the warm, rippling flesh surrounding his cock as he dipped in with tantalizing strokes, in and out, over and over.

  Their mouths met with languorous greed, tongues sliding together as Kadil’s cock made love to Aaron’s ass, his body writhing against his lover with sinuous grace. His hands stroked along Aaron’s flanks, pinching his nipples, raking against taut abs.

  He found Aaron’s thick cock, stroking its length firmly as he surged against his beautiful lover, relentless as the tide until with gasping cries, ecstasy found them. Kadil came fast, without warning, and he cried out as he shot load after load deep inside the snug tunnel surround his cock.

  Aaron groaned, his hand gripping Kadil’s ass as he ground their lower torsos together, his cock spurting between them with thick ropes of cream.

  “Hmmm, I think I’d like to do that again. Soon.” Kadil sighed against Aaron’s mouth, smiling in delight. “Your ass just might be as spectacular as mine.” He felt Aaron’s slap on one cheek, grinning widely as Aaron stroked his back soothingly.

  “Don’t move. I’ll be ready for round t
wo in a couple of hours,” Aaron was practically asleep, grabbing a fistful of covers as he eased them both up the bed, wrapping them up in the thick warm duvet, with Kadil still attached at the hip.

  “I love you,” Kadil murmured, letting Aaron’s strong heart beat soothe him to sleep.

  “I love you too.” Aaron answered, kissing Kadil’s forehead. “Now stop talking and start sleeping.”

  Kadil felt the quietness of the house and Aaron’s even breathing surround him, his eyes closed finally, and he began to drift off to sleep.

  He found he wasn’t afraid of anything now. He had Aaron, Zada and Akeem. And the formidable Anne. His family. He would fight tooth and nail to keep them.

  With this in mind, and the scent of his lover penetrating his brain, he fell into slumber at last.

  Epilogue

  “Akeem, if you don’t get out of the bathroom soon, I’ll tell Dad about the magazines you have hidden under your bed,” Zada yelled at her cousin through the door, pounding the door with her fist.

  The fifteen-year-old spent more time cleaning than anyone she knew. Weren’t girls supposed to hog bathrooms, not teenage boys?

  “Keep your hair on, Z, you don’t want to go bald before your time,” Akeem taunted as he opened the door, his long dark hair damp and curling in ringlets around his swarthy face. He was in his Orlando Bloom phase at the moment, having just watched Kingdom of Heaven and thinking himself the next movie heart throb.

  Zada rolled her eyes at her vain cousin.

  “The only one who’ll be bald will be my half-witted cousin, when I rip those hair follicles right out of your scalp with my fingers.” She glared at him, stamping her foot furiously. She was running late for work, and had no time to spend waiting for dim wit to get out of the way. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you had a problem with your dick, then I remembered, it’s so tiny you might as well not have one.” She shoved him aside, ignoring his laughter, wondering when the hell he had turned from a cherubic, sweet little five-year-old into the monster teen from hell.

  In ten years, she supposed, anything could happen.

  “My dick’s just fine, thanks very much,” Akeem yelled at her through the door, rapping his knuckles annoyingly against the thick wood. “Just ask Tania,”

  “Who’s Tania?” Aaron asked as he ambled downstairs, looking sharp in a light green shirt, tan jacket and dark trousers. On his feet he wore a pair of lightweight boots.

  Akeem flushed, hearing Zada’s delighted laughter from the bathroom.

  “Just a girl from school,” he muttered, turning to go into his bedroom, sighing when Aaron followed.

  “Oh, yes? Just a girl, huh? Then how come she knows about how your dick is doing?” Aaron quirked a brow at Akeem, repressing a smile as Akeem tried to dig himself out of the hole that was forming around him.

  “Dad, she’s just a girl from school, okay? Zada was being a pest, she made a comment, and I made a comment back. No big deal.” He scowled, grabbing his comb and raking it through his thick curls. His dark brown eyes glimmered with temper, as he tried to avoid the too-knowing gaze of his adopted father.

  “Akeem has a girlfriend?” Kadil poked his head around the door, grinning wickedly. Akeem cursed under his breath.

  “Nooo, Akeem has an annoying cousin. Tania is not my girlfriend.

  “Tania, is it? When do we get to meet her?” Kadil shared an amused glance with his husband, pressing a light kiss to lips he knew extremely well.

  “You don’t. Now if you’ve finished playing kissy kissy in my bedroom, can everyone please leave so I can get ready for school.”

  “Sheesh, the kid has hours before he has to leave. I’m shocked and offended that he won’t tell us about Tania. She must be special since she seems to know things that we poor parents are oblivious to.” Kadil taunted, grinning before heading to the kitchen for coffee.

  “Quit hogging the bathroom, son,” Aaron said warningly, shooting a stern look at Akeem. “And quit winding up your cousin. She’s going to be later for work because of you.” Akeem shrugged his shoulders, trying to be cool, but feeling bad now that Aaron had called him on his arsy behavior.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was taking so long,” Akeem said contritely, and meaning it. “She doesn’t have to be so loud, though.” He growled, sulking.

  “Zada is entitled to be a little loud when her darling fifteen-year-old cousin takes forty-five minutes for a ten-minute shower,” Aaron retorted, then tilted his head to one side.

  “Is anything wrong? You’re not sick, are you?” Aaron sounded concerned.

  “No, not sick,” Akeem said slowly. “I just don’t really feel like going to school today.” He looked anywhere but at his father, not really wanting to say what was really bothering him.

  “Did you get teased again?” Aaron asked sharply, frowning. “If anyone else makes a comment about you having two dads, I’ll go down there and box someone’s ears with a rolling pin.”

  Akeem let out a chuckle at the image of his dad laying into someone with a kitchen utensil on his behalf. Then he sighed.

  “I’m not being teased, dad. I’m being hit on.” The silence was sudden and absolute after the statement.

  “Hit on? By who?” Aaron sounded one step away from a meltdown. The man could be downright scary sometimes, especially when defending his two children. Akeem wouldn’t have him any other way. Aaron had taught him a great deal, had guided him through some tough times when his nightmares had threatened to overwhelm him. All those years ago, when he had first come to England, the images of his parents’ brutal death had haunted him, to the extent he hadn’t slept, hadn’t eaten, despite knowing he was safe. He had imagined those horrible men, Qasim and Malik were still alive, wanting to kill him.

  “Not a ‘who’, dad. A ‘him’. His name’s Michael. I think I like him.” He met Aaron’s startled gaze in the mirror, smiling at the man’s shock. “Geez Dad, for a man who’s been gay for, like, ever, you’re not very good at spotting it in your only son.” His grin widened as Aaron shot him a look that promised retribution for that remark.

  “I waited ten years to find the one,” Aaron suddenly said, his gaze intent. “If this is what you want, then my advice is to just take it easy. Don’t be forced into doing something that isn’t truly what you want, just to please someone else.” He stepped forward, pulling Akeem into his embrace. “If this Michael is just teasing you, let your instincts guide you. Some guys think it’s funny, or they just want a quick lay, or they’re experimenting, not sure in which direction they’re leaning. Be sure before you do anything you might regret later.” He hugged Akeem hard and Akeem reciprocated, absorbing Aaron’s love before easing back again.

  “I’m not sure what I feel right now,” Akeem admitted, raking his hand through his unruly locks. “We haven’t done anything yet, but he’s been flirting and I wondered what it would be like to kiss him.” He flushed a little, uncomfortable with the conversation, wishing he’d never opened his mouth.

  “Kissing is fine, love,” Aaron said seriously. “But if things start to get out of hand, be careful. Go with your instincts. If you don’t want it, don’t let him push you into anything.” He repeated the warning, then pressed a gentle kiss to Akeem’s cheek.

  He left the room then, leaving Akeem to his hair and his jumbled thoughts.

  * * * *

  “Our little boy is growing up,” Aaron said as he entered the kitchen, helping his husband get breakfast ready.

  Kadil sent him a questioning look.

  “He has a guy hitting on him at school. Michael.” Aaron timed it perfectly, waiting for Kadil to take a sip of coffee before dropping the bombshell.

  Perfect hit. The coffee spewed out everywhere and Aaron bit back a laugh.

  “Prick,” Kadil cursed, grabbing a cloth and wiping the floor, counter and chair he’d managed to shower.

  “Yep, and it’s all yours, baby.” Aaron chuckled, grabbing his dick.

  “So immatur
e,” Kadil sighed, grinning reluctantly as he swatted Aaron’s ass in passing to refill his coffee mug. “Should we be worried?” He usually let Aaron lead the way in discipline and concern. He was a little more laid back about things than his husband of nine years. Aaron tended to be slightly volatile when it came to his brood.

  “I may introduce myself.” Aaron frowned thoughtfully.

  “Nah, let them get on with it,” Kadil responded, circling his arms around Aaron’s waist. He rested his cheek against the broad back, snuggling into the warmth. “Akeem’s smart, and no pushover. Probably, since he’s even mentioned it, he’s not sure yet. He’s more than capable of putting a smack down on some unwanted twit if he needs to.”

  Aaron sighed, reluctantly agreeing. Akeem had suffered for several months in the aftermath of his parents’ death. Aaron and Kadil had taken both him and Zada to a local martial arts class which taught self-defense plus the more traditional disciplines.

  Taking control back had done a lot to make Akeem feel safe, and he was now a black belt in three disciplines of martial arts, including karate, judo and kick boxing. He was strong, fit and quick on his feet. Kadil was right, the kid wouldn’t take shit from anyone.

  “I just worry, that’s all,” Aaron turned in Kadil’s arms, kissing him hungrily. After nine years of marriage, and a one-year engagement, the two were still very much in love, and took every opportunity to express it.

  “Yeah, but I don’t think it will do Akeem any favors if the principle of his school suddenly turns Terminator on some poor kid who might just be wanting to ‘talk.’” Kadil chuckled breathlessly against Aaron’s warm lips. “Schools tend to frown on such things.” He laughed again as Aaron slapped his ass, then moved away, waggling his brows.

  “Our son knows the score, more than I did at that age.” He took a sip of coffee, then eyed his watch. “I’ll see you later, Aaron Marshall Blake, I need to get going or I’ll be in trouble with head chef.” He blew a kiss at husband. “Don’t worry about Akeem,” he said, then paused for effect. “Besides, I’d be more concerned about the guy who’s been flirting with Zada if I were you.”