by Nikki Soarde
“There’s what I wanted to see,” said Jake when at last every last item of clothing lay in a puddle at Evan’s feet.
Jake’s hand touched Evan’s cock and just about sent him through the roof.
“Here.” Something touched Evan’s lips and he opened his mouth to accept it. It was another hunk of brie, larger this time, and he chewed it greedily. “And then you can have this.” A hunk of bread was pressed into his hand. “While I do this.”
When Jake’s mouth closed around Evan’s cock, Evan almost choked on the brie and dropped the hunk of bread.
“Christ,” he said, struggling to swallow the cheese.
Jake’s tongue and lips were cold, wet and intensely shocking. Evan thought at first he’d merely been sucking on the ice cube—that is until he felt the intense cold of the ice cube itself touch the tip of his cock.
His breath caught in his throat. “Fuck!” was all he could manage to say.
Jake paused just long enough to instruct, “Keep eating,” before he returned to his task. His tongue took long, languorous strokes in between taking him deep and sucking him hard. Eventually the ice cube melted away, leaving only the warm, wet heat of Jake’s mouth—Jake’s very talented and unrelenting mouth.
Evan wanted nothing more than to sink his fingers into that mop of thick, blond hair and direct the motions of Jake’s onslaught, but he had no doubt that would not meet with Jake’s approval.
He had to concentrate on chewing and swallowing even as Jake drove him mad and made him want to sink to the floor and let the sensations wash over him without interference.
He swallowed the last of the bread and gripped the edge of the kitchen counter for support. He was on the verge of coming, the climax building low in his balls like a tsunami about to break on the shore when, abruptly, Jake’s mouth was gone.
His tongue trailed up over Evan’s belly and chest to his throat and neck until finally stopping at his ear. The silky fabric of his shirt rubbed against Evan’s chest, the barrier at once frustrating and exciting.
“Not yet,” whispered Jake. His hands bracketed Evan’s face. “Not quite yet.” And then Jake kissed him.
Chapter Five
Jake was in awe. Had been in awe ever since stepping into Evan’s condo. The elegance, the style—the sheer scale of the way Evan lived had set him back on his heels. In all honesty, it had been a bit startling and he had been relieved to hear that such decadence was not really suited to Evan’s taste. This room, however, was another story.
It was the epitome of decadence—sexual decadence. And Jake took it all in with relish.
Mirrors lined the walls. Toys of every style and description hung from the walls and adorned the shelves. There were dildos and remote-controlled vibrators. Handcuffs and blindfolds. There were bottles of lube and massage oil. A sex swing dangled from the ceiling and in the far corner sat what could only be described as a giant spider’s web. Apparently you bound your partner to the cross-strands in whatever position was desired, leaving them completely helpless and vulnerable—the fly awaiting the spider’s bite.
“So this was her idea, eh?” asked Jake as his eyes scanned the shelf in search of just the right fragrant oil.
“Yes. It took us months to find everything and furnish it just as we wanted.”
Jake picked up a bottle and sniffed. Cinnamon. It made his mouth water. “And you made use of it?”
“Oh yeah. For months. We played and explored each other for hours. And when that got blasé we brought in…playmates. The last year, however, even that got old as we couldn’t stand to be in the same room together.”
Jake’s eyebrows arched and he glanced at Evan over his shoulder. Damn, he looked amazing like that. His wrists cuffed together in soft leather and suspended above his head. He was nude, bathed in the light of a heat lamp recessed in the ceiling and standing on a plush towel. Ready for whatever exquisite tortures Jake chose to inflict.
“Really?” he asked. “What kind of playmates?”
“Women, of course. And a couple of men, but they were entirely focused on her. I would have never trusted her with this. I learned my lesson with the first wife.”
Jake understood, of course. “Still…” He took a leisurely stroll across the room to stand in front of Evan. He had stripped now as well, and in the background a heavy rock beat pulsed. Just loud enough to add an ambiance of drama to the room. “That’s pretty kinky stuff for a temp from the secretarial pool.”
“It got even kinkier.”
Jake poured a dollop of oil into his palm and spread it across Evan’s chest. His skin was smooth, the muscles tensed from the position they were forced to hold. “Oh? How so?”
Evan laid his head to the side, resting it against his arm. “I don’t know, really. I only heard vague allusions to it. All well after the fact.”
Jake stopped. “She wanted to make you jealous.”
“I think it was more along the lines of wanting to make me feel inadequate. But by then it was far too late for that. She could’ve fucked an entire football team for all I cared. I had lost interest.”
Jake shook his head sadly, ran his oil-slicked hand down over Evan’s abs and back up over his chest and shoulder. “She was a fool, you know. An idiot for screwing around on you and screwing everything up.”
“She’ll get her half million as per the prenup. I don’t think she feels overly foolish.”
Jake felt a flash of anger. “That’s not what I’m talking about.”
Evan’s eyebrows arched. He said nothing.
“But I’m through talking. I’d rather show you what I’m talking about.”
He took the bottle of oil and proceeded to drizzle it over Evan’s shoulders and chest, being generous and thoroughly enjoying the way the droplets trickled lazily over each ridge of muscle and thread of sinew. Evan closed his eyes in pleasure as Jake rubbed the oil into his skin, leaving a fine, slick film over every inch and making his skin gleam in the muted light of the heat lamp.
When Jake moved around to Evan’s back, he took a moment to trace the three scars with a gentle finger, and then with his lips and tongue before rubbing in the oil. He took his time over the rest of Evan’s back, taking extra care when he got to the enticing curve of Evan’s ass.
His oil-slicked finger slipped into the crease and he sensed Evan tug at the restraints.
Jake paused. “Are you all right?”
Evan nodded, his shoulders relaxed, and Jake pressed his lips to Jake’s back as he slipped his finger deeper to toy with the edges of Evan’s anus. He penetrated him with a fingertip, felt the muscles tense briefly and then relax as Jake’s other hand came around to grip his cock. He pressed deeper, assuring himself that Evan was enjoying the pressure, before gently withdrawing and reaching for the toy he’d set aside.
“I want to try something,” he said quietly. “Just say the word if you don’t like it.”
Evan craned his head, trying to see what Jake had in his hands, but he couldn’t see, and that was exactly what Jake had intended.
With the deep bass beat pounding in the background, he pressed the tip of the oil-slicked plug against Evan’s anus. “Relax,” he said quietly, working it in a little bit and withdrawing before urging it deeper. “Relax and let me do the work.”
Evan nodded, his body liquid gold beneath Jake’s hands. He eased it in, pulled back and eased it in deeper until at last the plug penetrated completely and only the safety handle remained.
“How does that feel?” asked Jake, his hand tracing the curve of Evan’s ass with appreciation.
“Good,” breathed Evan. His head lolled forward. “Yeah. Good.”
“Good.” Smiling to himself, Jake reached for the stereo remote. He quickly turned up the volume until the beat pounded deep in the pit of his stomach and then he reached for the other remote control that he’d set aside.
He walked around to stand before Evan. He pressed a hand to Evan’s chest even as he pressed a kiss to Evan’s l
ips. Then he flicked the switch.
Evan’s body jolted. “What the fuck?”
Jake had set the vibrations to the lowest setting, but immediately he turned it up a notch. His hand wrapped around Evan’s cock, which was already so hard Jake suspected it could drive nails.
“Jake…” Evan’s breath came in labored gasps. “Please.”
“Please what?” He massaged that cock, the movement gentle so as not to overwhelm.
“D-don’t. It’s too—” He sucked in a breath and groaned. “Too much.”
“I don’t think so.” Evan hadn’t used the safe word they’d agreed on. “I think you like it.” He turned it up another notch. “And I think you need to come hard.” And that was why he’d chosen to cuff Evan. He suspected Evan’s hands would just…get in the way.
“No, I—” Jake cranked it up to the last setting that he intended to use, and increased his massage of Evan’s cock.
Evan groaned with pleasure but then he said something that surprised Jake. Suddenly Jake shut down the vibrations. “What did you say?”
Evan sucked in a breath. “But I want to come inside you.”
Jake smiled, the thought of that piston of a cock inside him making his own cock twitch with anticipation. “Really? You want to fuck me?” That surprised Jake. He’d understood that Evan preferred to be the recipient of anal play. Jake enjoyed both giving and receiving, but had been quite content to focus all his attentions on Evan. He enjoyed the thrill of being in control and of giving such exquisite pleasures. “You want to fuck me with that thing inside you?”
“Oh yeah.” Evan’s eyes opened. “Please.”
“Fuck.” Jake laughed. “You got it.”
Two minutes later Evan’s hands were freed and the cuffs lay in a heap on the floor. They’d chosen to make use of the tantric sex chair that had occupied one corner of the room, dragging it into the light of the heat lamp to enhance the effect. The soft curves and erotic shapes of the chair were designed to facilitate and enhance a variety of sexual activities and positions. The soft foam and silk brocade upholstery were as erotic to Jake’s skin as the shape was to his eyes. Because they wanted to face each other, he lay with his back supported by the lower curve of the chair. Evan knelt before him on one knee with the other leg bent, his foot placed securely on the floor for support. Jake held the remote control for the vibrator but had not yet turned it on. That control would remain with him, at his absolute discretion.
Evan’s hands cruised over Jake’s chest and belly with obvious enjoyment. “I want to suck you first.”
Jake’s cock was already engorged and eager for Evan’s attentions. He nodded and sighed with pleasure when Evan’s lips closed over the head and slid sweetly down the shaft.
He allowed his head to loll against the cushiony support of the chair and languished in Evan’s talented mouth. He flicked the switch and turned on the vibrations. He was rewarded by a low moan from Evan that sent its own brand of vibrations coursing through Jake’s cock.
Jake turned it up another notch and was rewarded with the feeling of Evan’s fingers cupping and toying with his balls. Then one oil-slicked finger slid inside him.
Jake sucked in a breath of pleased surprise.
He turned up the control to level three.
The motions of Jake’s mouth increased and he added another finger to Jake’s ass. Working them in and out until it was all Jake could do to keep his grip on the remote.
He turned the control up to four, and apparently Evan had had his fill.
“Fuck!” He withdrew his fingers and lifted one of Jake’s legs to loop his knee over Evan’s shoulder. His cock, already sheathed in a red condom, touched Jake’s ass and slid easily inside. Deep.
Jake turned the dial to the final setting and Evan’s thrusts turned urgent. He grasped Jake’s hips and pounded into him with all his might, the vibrations of the toy a subtle enhancement that reached Jake even through the barrier of Evan’s body.
Sweat broke out on Evan’s chest, every one of his muscles standing out in rigid contrast to his gleaming skin. Jake thrilled to the view, to the hunger he saw in Evan’s eyes. To the hardness of his cock and to the knowledge that he’d had a part in releasing Evan from something that had held him back from experiencing his ultimate sexual pleasure for years.
The internal pressure was exquisite and an orgasm loomed. He wrapped his hand around his own cock and massaged himself toward orgasm.
“Come on me,” ground out Evan, his voice so tight it sent shivers skittering up Jake’s spine.
It wasn’t hard to comply. Jake let go of his control, the climax pumping through him and releasing his cum in a milky jet of pleasure that struck Evan in the chest and drizzled down his belly. His ass contracting around Evan’s cock so hard Jake almost feared he would hurt him.
Suddenly Evan stopped, his cock buried so deep in Jake’s ass it verged on painful.
But Evan’s head reared back and he let out a cry of release as his body convulsed in as intense an orgasm as Jake had ever seen.
The moment it was over Jake switched off the toy and dropped the remote to the floor, reaching for Evan as he withdrew from Jake’s body and collapsed over him.
“Jesus,” moaned Evan as Jake gently eased the toy from his body and dropped it on the floor beside the remote.
“Yeah,” was all Jake could think to respond. “Jesus.”
* * * * *
“Thank you.”
Evan’s voice was a soft echo in the darkness. Outside, snow fluttered through the air and pelted the window of Evan’s bedroom, each giant flake making a soft swishing noise as it hit.
“I hardly need thanks,” said Jake, rolling onto his side and facing Evan. “I’m pretty sure it was entirely mutual.”
Evan glanced at him and smiled. But then the smile fell away, leaving his eyes looking sad and strangely haunted. “So what now?”
Jake rolled onto his back, stacking his hands beneath his head and staring into the darkness. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, really. I guess—” He shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Jake hesitated. This had started as something that he was sure they both thought would begin and end that night. It was going to be a brief tryst, a few hours of decadent and deviant pleasure shared by a couple of like-minded men. This was not the kind of relationship that was destined for long-term success. Or, heaven forbid, commitment. And yet…
There had been surprises. Evan was more of a man than Jake had ever imagined. Intelligent and sensitive with ambitions and hidden complexities that intrigued Jake. And would be very hard to walk away from. He suspected he had held some surprises for Evan as well.
In fact, he was sure of it.
He took the plunge. “I’d like to see you again.”
Evan nodded. “So would I.”
Surprise and relief flooded through Jake. But now they had some decisions to make. But before Jake could ask the question Evan answered it.
“I have that cottage on the lake.” He turned his head to face Jake.
“Yeah.” Jake nodded, smiled and rolled over to lie on top of his new lover, covering that hard, sinewy body with his own. He bracketed Evan’s surprised face in his hands and lavished a brief kiss on his lips. The grin never faltered. “You certainly do.”
About the Author
Nikki lives in a small town in Ontario, Canada. In the midst of the chaos that comes with raising three small boys, working part-time as a lab tech in a hospital blood bank, and caring for her ever-adoring husband, she dreams up her stories. Nikki's work is an eclectic combination of romance, mystery, suspense and humor with characters that have plenty of room to grow.
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