by Cameron Dane
Sirus looked down the length of his torso, but could barely see clearly through the need clouding his gaze. Grey buried his face in Sirus’s thatch of dark pubic hair, and a wonderful hum buzzed against Sirus’s balls, excitement making them weighty with seed again.
“I love the way you smell,” Grey murmured, his mouth right on Sirus’s testicles.
“It’s pure sex and man.” He drew one of Sirus’s balls into his mouth and suckled it like a babe at his mother’s teat, and Sirus swore he could feel his response all the way down into his toes. Pushing Sirus’s thighs open wider, Grey worked Sirus’s full sac into his mouth and rolled it around in the heavenly wet warmth, only to release him and lick at Sirus’s sensitive perineum, pushing at Sirus’s sweet spot from outside his body.
“Ohh, God, yeah.” Sirus moaned and humped his hips into Grey’s face, begging for more.
Grey took Sirus’s thrusts with a quiet murmur and pushed Sirus’s legs farther apart, splitting his crack. Grey’s fingertips dug into the backs of Sirus’s thighs, flattening flesh and revealing his pucker. “Damn it, Wilder,” Grey’s nostrils flared, and his fingers flexed around Sirus’s legs, “you look good enough to eat all over.” With that, he rolled Sirus’s lower body right off the rug and stuck his face in Sirus’s crease, his tongue going right for Sirus’s asshole.
Sirus jerked, his muscles seizing as he struggled to accept the pleasure Grey delivered him. “Oh, oh, oh God…” Gritting his teeth, Sirus could barely breathe with the first intimate laps and licks. Grey nibbled and probed at Sirus’s bud, and the nerve-rich skin rippled with delight. It felt perfect and right, and at the same time terribly wrong to be doing this so quickly…and Sirus never wanted it to end. He hooked his arms around his knees and held himself open for more of Grey’s tormenting ministrations. Grey added the pressure of his thumb to the mix, and Sirus bit the inside of his cheek, drawing blood as he fought to stave off a second orgasm. God, he hadn’t had a guy rim him in a half-dozen years, and it was so goddamned good he didn’t know how much he could take.
Straining his neck, Sirus watched Grey work his entrance with complete and total focus, as if nothing else in the world existed or mattered. The rough pad of Grey’s thumb brushed over Sirus’s sphincter again, making Sirus’s inner passage contract and his cock throb, pushing out more early seed. Grey pushed at Sirus’s tight muscle, enticing it to open with alternating flicks from his tongue and pressure with his thumb. “Come on, honey,” Grey’s softly spoken words caressed Sirus’s most intimate flesh right along with his thumb and mouth, “give it up for me.”
As if it had a mind of its own and could be sweet-talked, Sirus’s asshole gave way right then, and Grey’s thumb slipped inside, immediately pushing all-in and taking over Sirus’s ass. Grey didn’t give Sirus time to adjust. As soon as he worked Sirus open a little bit, he pulled out and slipped two fingers inside, massaging Sirus’s clenching channel in a deep in and out corkscrew motion, stretching Sirus’s flaming ring with every turn. Sirus’s belly tightened and his cock twitched as he stared, unable to tear his gaze away as Grey’s fingers disappeared into his rectum again and again. Grey grazed Sirus’s prostate with every stroke, but pushed a third finger in and widened Sirus’s passage even more with agonizingly painful pleasure, killing Sirus with the need for something longer, harder, thicker to penetrate his ass to the hilt.
Sirus’s walls shivered all around the invasion, clutching with a strong squeeze.
“Jesus.” Grey looked up and found Sirus’s eyes as he eased his fingers in as far as he could get them, and then slowly pulled them back out, driving Sirus’s backside crazy for more. “You have an incredibly responsive ass.”
Sirus wanted Grey so goddamned badly right now his body hurt with it. “Fuck it then. Take me, Grey, please.” Sirus heard the plea for connection in his voice, and hated it. He growled, covering the slip of weakness with naked rawness that lacked any hint of intimacy. “Fuck my ass. Hard.” He pushed up, jamming his stretched ring into Grey’s hand. He could not let this be anything more than sex. Sirus screamed those words in his mind, above the lust and passion, and didn’t quiet the voice until the message hardened in his heart. “Do it,” he commanded, his voice harsh. “Give me your fucking cock deep, right now.” He demanded it, and didn’t back down.
*
Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Grey had never been harder in his life.
His prick reared against his belly in reaction to Sirus’s tone, smearing a line of precum onto his skin. He had his fingers invading Sirus’s ass to the second knuckle, with Sirus’s burning channel clamped tight and quivering around the penetration. The visual swelled Grey’s balls, making them weighty and achy, and he knew his response would be a thousand times more mind-blowing when it was his cock encased in the suffocating home of Sirus’s ass.
No, don’t think like that. Panic constricted Grey’s chest in a painful band. Sirus’s body is not your home.
On instinct, Grey withdrew his fingers from Sirus’s asshole and smacked his hip, gaining the man’s full attention. “Roll over.” His voice was full of grit, but that, Grey could not hide or control. He forced himself to study Sirus’s stunning form as purely something of physical perfection, and tried not to think about the man who made beautiful pieces of art, kissed like he needed the act in order to breathe, and who didn’t snore. Grey looked at the male body and edged out the man he was accidentally getting to know. He looked down and teased his finger into Sirus’s open entrance again, focusing back on just the sexual. “On your hands and knees.” He eased his finger out of Sirus’s channel just as quickly as he had poked in, then reached over to the couch and grabbed the hem of Sirus’s coat, pulling to the edge of the seat. “I want a nice view of my cock taking your sweet ass.”
Grey’s hand trembled as he felt around in Sirus’s pockets for the lube, but he refused to shy away from the intensity heating Sirus’s eyes to charcoal. As he waited for the man to roll over, Grey watched, unwavering, challenging the fire burning hot in Sirus’s gaze.
Sirus lifted up to his elbows, but didn’t make any effort to shift his position. In fact, he looked downright defiant, and Grey’s pulse started to race.
Never let them see you bested; never let them see you sweat. Remembering his words to live by, Grey palmed the bottle of lube and got right back between Sirus’s spread thighs. On his knees, he looked down into Sirus’s eyes and didn’t blink. “You want me to flip you over and hold you down, fuck you that way?” Grey squeezed out a dollop of lube, dropped the bottle, and slipped his middle finger into Sirus’s ass again, pushing through the tight, moist tunnel until he hit the kill zone he wanted. He held his finger right on Sirus’s prostate, denying the man the pressure Grey knew his body so desperately needed. With every miniscule pump of motion Grey made in Sirus’s ass, Sirus gasped, and his cock released a steady stream of early semen. “Yeah, you want it.”
Christ, how Grey’s dick cried in anticipation of filling Sirus’s ass. He teased Sirus’s channel with one lonely finger some more. “But is it the fucking that has you leaking so damn hard, or is it the thought of force?”
Sirus knocked Grey’s finger out of his hole and reared up on those words. He quickly shifted to his knees, putting their fronts in full contact with each other. He looked right into Grey’s eyes while he reached down and stroked the full length of Grey’s rigid penis. “Don’t try to overtake me,” Sirus bit Grey’s lower lip and tugged, letting it pull through his teeth until it released, “unless you’re ready to be the one who ends up on the bottom, with my cock buried in your ass.” He planted a hard kiss on Grey, bruising in force, but then abruptly pulled away, turned around, and rubbed his ass right into Grey’s erection. “Remember that.”
Grey wasn’t sure Sirus’s words were a threat, a challenge, or a promise. Right now, with his dick slipping into Sirus’s crease, riding his crack and sending every nerve ending on Grey’s cock into a frenzy, Grey couldn’t think clearly enough to care. He wrapped
his hand around Sirus’s throat, yanked the man’s head back and took his mouth in a hard, thrusting kiss, going deep and aggressive enough to make Sirus jerk and go compliant.
An almost silent whimper escaped the man, begging without words for more. Knowing he was in charge fully once again, Grey reached between their bodies, positioned the head of his cock to Sirus’s ring, and drove his length home.
“Ahh … fuck, fuck.” With the first piercing, Sirus dropped down to his hands and pushed his weight back into Grey’s cock, forcing Grey’s erection deeper inside. “Fuck me, Grey.” Sirus started helping himself by pumping his hips back and sliding his channel along Grey’s embedded cock. “Fuck me.”
The wrongness of that home word slipped into Grey’s conscious for a second time in nearly as many minutes, nagging him to correct his thought process. But this time, Jesus Christ, this time, Grey had his unsheathed dick lodged inside another man’s tight, hot ass, and his brain could not process anything as more important or relevant than that. Grey looked down and watched his cock push into Sirus’s stretched hole, invading the man’s very body, with nothing in between them. Sirus moaned as Grey filled his channel, the sound coming from deep inside him, and Grey was pulled completely into the undertow of sex with this man.
He fell on top of Sirus and fused their bodies together in another way, covering him like an animal in heat as he withdrew and knifed his length through Sirus’s clenching rectum, jamming his cockhead into a second interior barrier that wouldn’t budge. Grey nudged, and Sirus grunted, his knees slipping a little farther apart, pushing them both a few inches down. Grey pushed again, but still didn’t get what he wanted, what he ached for with every fiber of his being.
Full penetration in Sirus ass.
Grey licked Sirus’s neck and bit his shoulder. “Give me the rest,” he said, his voice rough and hard. Grey probed his tongue into Sirus’s ear at the same time he pulled out and sank his prick back into Sirus’s ass, taking as much as Sirus gave. “I want it all.”
Sirus breathed heavily beneath Grey, and sweat poured off his body, making them slick like seals at play. “Take it.” He shoved back into every pump of Grey’s cock, seemingly as desperate for more as Grey was. “I want it.” His legs fell open wider and he slipped to his elbows, his forehead digging into the floor. “Make me yours.”
When Sirus gave that raw permission, Grey lost what little control he had left. He bore down and shoved Sirus all the way into the floor, collapsing the man’s arms and legs as he thrust his hips into Sirus’s ass and rammed his cock in with driving power, breaking that second ring of muscle and invading Sirus to the hilt.
Sirus cried out with the deeper fucking, but the man’s snug passage felt so damn good around Grey that he couldn’t stop taking Sirus’s ass with fast, full strokes. He planted his hands on either side of Sirus’s shoulders and pulled almost all the way out, only to push his way back inside that suffocating tight heat, until the base of his cock kissed Sirus’s stretched ring. Grey held himself up with straight arms and a rigid upper body, but everything below his waist moved in a frantic pumping of motion, his balls slapping into Sirus with every slam in, the sound mingling with his own heavy breathing and Sirus’s low moans and gasps for breath.
Grey shook his head, working like the devil to clear the drugging, wonderful pleasure wreaking havoc in his body, in order to think about the man taking the punishing blows of his ardor. “Okay?” His mouth fell open as he choked and willed his body not to move. “You … oh, fuck, so tight … okay?”
Sirus reached back and scraped his fingers across Grey’s buttocks, grabbing for purchase. “Don’t stop.” His voice was rusty and breathless. “Oh God, I feel so fucking full with you.” He bumped his ass up into Grey’s dick, providing delicious friction that got Grey growling with pleasure and pounding away again. “That’s it, that’s it…” Sirus looked back at Grey and his gaze was slate with lust. “Fucking let me feel you come.”
Sirus’s face, voice, and Jesus God, those expressive eyes of his slammed Grey right into a brick wall. He let go of his toehold and dropped down, burying his hand in Sirus’s hair and twisting his head at an unnatural angle, needing his mouth.
Grey bit and got his tongue inside. Sirus whispered, “I want you,” brushing the sentiment over Grey’s lips, stilling Grey in place, their bodies locked in an intimate puzzle, “…to give it to me,” Sirus went on, his voice a whisper and a command at the same time. He pulled back a hair and their gazes locked, once more slipping this to something more complicated than sex. “Now.”
Grey could not look away, and he could not control his body. With his cock tucked deep in the tight confines of Sirus’s flaming ass, his balls drew up and his spine raced with that familiar tingle. No time to get away, Grey squeezed his eyes shut as he drove his cock deep, orgasm overtaking him. He jerked and spilled inside Sirus’s body, shuddering with every drop of seed he gave.
Just when Grey thought he might feel far too naked to ever look at Sirus again, the other man shook and his rectum contracted in tight spasms around Grey’s still embedded, amazingly sensitive cock. Grey opened his eyes, found Sirus’s face pulled taut, his eyes half closed, his teeth gritting, and knew without a doubt the man had just ejaculated and stained the rug with cum.
Goddamnit, Sirus is something to behold when he comes.
He didn’t know how it happened, but Grey found himself getting hotter than hell to go at it all over again.
The trembles in both men eventually subsided. Sirus opened his eyes, the shine in them punching Grey right in the heart.
“Holy shit,” Sirus’s voice held a smile, “we are good at this.” He rolled over, dislodging Grey from his body as he shifted to his back and put one hand under his head as a pillow. Darting up fast, he nipped Grey’s lips with a quick kiss, and then did his cheek. “That fuck deserved an award.” Every word he spoke put lightness into the air, sweeping the intensity of the sex they’d just had from the room. “We ought to look into that online or something. A fucking championship. What do you think?”
Grey’s stomach chose right then to rumble in a very unsexy way. “I guess I want food.” He chuckled, and could have hugged Sirus for so naturally infusing needed levity into the moment. If I hugged people, that is, Grey amended silently. “I did make something earlier. It should be fine if we reheat it. Are you hungry?”
Sirus groaned, but did pull himself to a sitting position. “I could probably make it to the kitchen and eat something.” He actually shifted to his hands and knees and started to crawl. Grey’s gaze dropped right to the man’s red, raw ass, his focus zeroing in on the semen already starting to leak from within.
Stopping about halfway to his destination, Sirus looked over his shoulder and forced Grey’s attention to his face. “You coming?” he asked, his tone as deep, flirty and sultry as all get out. “It is your meal, after all.”
Groaning as his dick tried to thicken, Grey looked Sirus over from top to bottom, and knew the man understood exactly what he implied. Son of a bitch wants it just as much as I do.
“Hell yeah, it’s my meal,” Grey threatened. He jumped to his feet and took two fast strides toward his goal, watching Sirus’s eyes widen in response. “And I’m going to fuck you right through the table if you don’t start running.”
Sirus shouted and managed to get to his feet and allow chase, but he didn’t put up much of an effort. Grey caught him and wrestled him right up onto the sturdy kitchen table, making a damn fine meal out of Sirus Wilder before he ever touched a bite of food.
Chapter Nine
Grey shoved Sirus into the back of the couch and plunged his cock into the man’s tight, scorching ass, slamming his length to the hilt.
Sirus cried out at first full penetration, bracing his hands on the sofa as he pushed his backside into Grey, demanding more without words.
Jesus, he has the finest, tightest body I’ve ever seen. Or fucked. Running his hands all up and down Sirus’s exquisitely mus
cled back, Grey stared down at his prick disappearing into Sirus’s entrance time and again, and slipped to a place of pure, physical desire. “Take it. Oh, fuck…” He pulled all the way out, left Sirus gaping for a moment, then filled his begging hole again. “Take my cock.”
“Give it to me.” Sirus squeezed his rectal muscles in a vise around Grey’s invading prick, driving Grey insane with pleasure. “Give it to me hard.” Sirus bucked and grunted as Grey pierced his channel with vigorous, full thrusts, giving Sirus what he said he wanted. “Oh, yeah, fucking … just … like … that.”
Animalistic aggression Grey usually kept banked deep inside emerged, and he mounted Sirus like a stallion on a mare. He bit into Sirus’s thick shoulder as he covered the man completely and started a series of piston-fast pumps of his shaft into Sirus’s body, humping him in the most rudimentary of ways.
Sirus moaned and pushed back into the mating. He looked over his shoulder, and his eyes flashed silver light in the charcoal depths. “So goo—ahh!” Sirus shouted hoarsely as Grey drove particularly deep and ground his pubes into Sirus’s stretched ring. Unable to help himself, Grey forced his way in somehow even deeper, needing every goddamned inch of Sirus he could steal. Just as quickly, Sirus reached back and grabbed onto Grey’s hips, pulling them together. He pressed his forehead into the couch, hiding his face once again. “So … good.” Shortness of breath guided his words. “Fuck me; fuck me. Don’t stop.”