by D. J. Heart
Kyle couldn’t believe it.
“You ever been fucked, Kyle?” Cade asked, still holding his neck tight, squishing Kyle’s face into his meaty pecs. The muscular stud flexed, the hold becoming almost painful.
“N-no,” Kyle stuttered, feeling lightheaded. He’d fingered himself in the shower while he jerked off, but he could never seem to get the angle right. He’d considered buying a dildo, but then never gotten around to it.
“Good. I’ll be your first. I’ll make it real good for you, Kyle.” Cade kissed the top of his head, letting him go. “I’ll drive you home. You free this Friday night?”
Kyle was confused. He’d been sure that Cade was about to fuck him, and as scared as that made him, he’d been more than ready to let the big man have at him.
“I’m.. uh, yeah? I think so?”
“Good. Put your dick back in your pants, and let's go. I’ve got somewhere I need to be tonight.”
Cade lifted his arm off Kyle’s shoulders, standing up. He pulled his compression shorts up over his cock, buttoning his jeans and jacket before pulling on his gloves.
The ride to Kyle’s apartment was over just as fast as the ride to Cade’s, Kyle clinging on for dear life as Cade drove like a crazy person. Cade’s leather jacket was buttery soft, the muscular body underneath warm and hard as Kyle pressed up against his wide back.
Cade walked him to his door; bike parked on the curb. He placed a big hand on Kyle’s chest, pushing him against the wall next to his door, stepping in close and leaning his elbows on the wall on either side of Kyle’s face. Boxed in, Cade smelling of sweat, leather and that musky scent that was uniquely him, Kyle felt overwhelmed and trapped in the best possible way.
“This Friday, okay? I’ll pick you up at seven.” It took Kyle a few seconds to realize what he was saying.
“Yeah, sounds good,” he croaked. Cade leaned down to kiss him. Soft lips pressed gently against his, Cade exploring his lips and teeth with his tongue before he suddenly deepened the kiss, thrusting in almost violently. It felt like he was being devoured, and when Cade pulled back, Kyle gasped for breath.
“Be good, Kyle,” Cade growled, stepping back and strutting away, his stride cocky and obnoxious. Kyle remembered seeing him walk like that back in high school. It was as sexy now as it was then. He unlocked his door, and it wasn’t until he’d hung up his jacket and put away his keys that he realized he’d never told Cade where he lived. Cade hadn’t just known which street he lived on; he’d known which floor. Feeling a little unsettled, Kyle decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. He had a date with Cade Forrest. He was happy.
***
Kyle stared out the window, not able to focus on the figures on his screen. His job as an accountant had never been difficult, numbers easy to understand and manipulate, but today they didn’t want to cooperate.
“You okay?” Marsha, the young woman who shared his desk, asked him. He must look pretty bad if even Marsha noticed. She was a partier, and Kyle had no idea how she managed to do her job with the amount of time she spent each morning nursing a hangover. But she somehow scraped by, and though her performance reviews weren’t stellar, they weren’t all that bad.
“Yeah, it’s just my stomach. It’s been acting funny.” Kyle shot her an unconvincing smile, the cramps in his lower stomach not letting up. It had him crouching over, and though it wasn’t exactly painful, it was extremely uncomfortable.
He distracted himself by thinking of Cade. Smiling to himself and wondering what Cade had planned for their date. He knew he shouldn't expect much - Cade wasn’t what you would call sophisticated - but even beer and football sitting next to each other on Cade’s couch sounded like a great time.
Marsha smiled sympathetically. “Well, if you feel sick you should go home. I’m sure Mr. Pratt wouldn’t mind.”
Kyle was actually sure of the opposite. Mr. Pratt might be nice to Marsha - eyes glued to her pretty cleavage with his tongue hanging out of his mouth every time he talked to her - but for some reason he had no patience for Kyle. The one time he’d made a mistake on an account he’d been chewed out and nearly fired, subject to a rant he still had nightmares about. He had no idea what he’d done to offend his boss, but he wasn’t going to go home sick unless he was literally keeling over.
“I’ll be fine. I’ll just get some fresh air. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Kyle walked outside, feeling a little self-conscious. He never took breaks like this. As he stepped out of the building, the uneasy cramping in his stomach seemed to abate, and he drew a relieved breath. Without thinking about where he was going, he walked toward the park just a few blocks away from his office.
“Kyle, I thought that was you.”
Kyle gave a start, turning to see Cade walking up behind him. The big man was dressed in tight jeans and a snug leather jacket, flashing his teeth in a wide grin as he looked Kyle up and down.
“Cade…” Kyle said, lips curling up in a smile, pleased and surprised. “What are you doing here?”
Cade walked right up to him, throwing his arm around Kyle’s shoulder. He was tall enough that he could rest his arm comfortably, hand curling down to pat Kyle’s chest. He was wearing his gloves as if he’d just stepped off his bike.
“I just met with my financial advisor. Boring stuff. I’m so glad I ran into you,” he said, rubbing his big hand over Kyle’s chest.
Cade’s body was huge and solid, the tight fit of his clothes showing off the bulging muscles underneath. Kyle knew they must look terribly mismatched, him in his frumpy suit and Cade looking like a fitness model turned biker.
“You have a financial advisor?” Kyle asked, trying not to let Cade’s closeness translate into an erection. It was a losing battle.
“Yeah, Staal and Levin. They’ve been handling the family money since before I was born.”
Cade sounded nonchalant, but Kyle was a little surprised. Staal and Levin were for people with money. Serious money. Looking at the way Cade lived, he wouldn’t have imagined that the jock was in any way rich.
“Oh,” Kyle didn’t know what else to say. Cade’s body next to his felt really nice, though he had no idea where they were going. Cade had led him past the entrance to the park, steering him without asking for his input.
“So are you off from work? You’re an accountant, right?” Cade asked him, clapping his chest lightly as he asked the question. Kyle wondered how Cade knew he was an accountant.
Probably the same way he knew where he lived. Kyle tried not to dwell on it.
“I’m just taking a quick break. I wasn’t feeling so good. My stomach was acting up,” Kyle said, then confirmed, “And yeah, I’m an accountant. How did you know?”
“You remember Shawn from high school? He lives in your building. He said you were living there and that you were working as an accountant for some fancy auditing firm downtown. Why, did you think I was stalking you?” Cade laughed, giving his neck a playfully aggressive squeeze. Kyle laughed, shaking his head no.
He leaned into Cade’s body, pushing his face into the leather under Cade’s powerful arm.
He was relieved to have an explanation for how Cade knew where he lived and what he did for a living, but he was surprised that Shawn had talked about him with Cade. He couldn’t imagine the meathead had had anything nice to say about him. While Cade had never bullied him or given him a hard time, Shawn had shoved his head in the toilet on more than one occasion. When he found out he was living in the same building as his ex-tormentor, Kyle hadn’t been happy. And he’d been less than pleased when Shawn cornered him in the laundry room, asked what he did for a living, and laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.
That Cade was still friends with Shawn was an unwelcome reminder of just how different he and Kyle really were. How little they fit.
“Shawn and I aren’t exactly friends. I’m surprised he mentioned me to you.”
Cade looked a little chagrined, peering down at him with a smile.
“He knows I had a thing for you in high school. He used to get a real kick out of it, thought I was a total pussy for not going for it.”
Kyle didn't know what to say to that, so he said nothing.
“He was right, though,” Cade said, looking wistful. “I should have just manned up and asked you out. Not given a shit what people thought.”
Kyle wondered what he would have done had Cade actually asked him out when he was in school.
He’d have been convinced it was a prank and said no. He said as much to Cade.
“I wouldn’t have done that, Kyle,” Cade answered, frowning down at him. “I’m not an asshole.”
Kyle felt guilty. He hadn’t meant the comment as a statement on Cade’s character. It was true that Cade had never been cruel to him.
“I didn’t think you were. But I mean, your friends weren’t exactly my biggest fans. I guess I would have thought it more likely that they put you up to it than that you actually had a thing for me.”
Cade stopped, letting go of Kyle and spinning him around so that they were face to face, He was still close enough that they were nearly touching, and Kyle had to look up to see his face. The view of Cade’s powerful shoulders and wide jaw was beautiful.
“What do you mean my friends weren’t your biggest fans?” What did they do?” Kyle was a little taken aback. High school had been humiliating enough. He didn’t want to talk about his experiences with Cade.
“You know…” he hedged, trying to turn away and keep walking. He didn’t want to discuss his history of high school humiliations. Not with Cade.
But Cade didn’t let it go. He grabbed Kyle by the back of the neck, holding him in place and forcing him to look up. The people passing them were giving them strange looks, but nobody stopped.
“No, I don’t know. What did they do?” Cade’s voice was deep and demanding, and his body tense. There was an aggression in his stance that Kyle found both intimidating and hot.
“You know, typical jock pranks… pushing me around, locking me in my locker, swirlies… I don’t know. That kind of thing.”
Cade’s face was thunderous, making Kyle shrink back. Cade’s hand curled in the hair on the nape of his neck, holding him in place.
“Which friends?” he demanded angrily. Kyle swallowed, eyes looking down at Cade’s chest. HIs leather jacket was zipped up to the neck, stretched tight across his wide chest.
“Does it matter? It was ages ago…” Kyle didn’t want to name names. Didn’t want to make trouble for anyone, or mess with Cade’s friendships.
Snarling, teeth bared, Cade leaned down and brought his face in close.
“Kyle, tell me,” he warned, voice low and dangerous. Kyle trembled, caught, the world narrowing down to Cade’s intense stare.
“Shawn, Jacob, Mark… I don’t know. They were just messing around.”
Cade didn’t let go, fingers gripping his nape tight as he glared Kyle into submission.
“Anyone else?” he growled, looking furious. Kyle shook his head. At least Shawn, Jacob, and Mark were the only ones who had gotten physical with him. Everyone else had just been snide looks and mocking comments.
Cade stepped back, looking around as if he just realized what a scene was making in the middle of the sidewalk. Kyle followed his gaze, flushing in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry,” Cade said, stepping back with an awkward shuffle. His body language went from tense and aggressive to repentant. “I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that.”
Kyle felt lightheaded and short of breath, but mostly he was pleased that Cade was so distressed on his behalf. It was sweet.
“Let’s go, we’re almost there,” Cade said, grinning and grabbing him by the hand. Like nothing had happened. Kyle let himself be led, more than willing to leave the past in the past, Cade’s gloved fingers curling around his and making them look tiny. The muscular hunk led him into an office building, the lobby empty except for a guard sitting behind a desk. There was a gate blocking access to the elevators and the main floor of the lobby, and much to Kyle’s surprise Cade had an access card to let him through. The guard even gave him a respectful nod. Wondering what Cade had to do with an office building this nice, Kyle followed him into an elevator that took them up to the thirtieth floor.
“I have an office here, but I never really use it,” Cade explained, pulling him through a bustling office, sharply dressed men and women parting before him as though he owned the place.
Judging by the size of his office, he might.
Closing the door behind them, the noise of the office suddenly vanished.
“This is really nice-” Kyle started to say, intending to ask what exactly Cade did for a living, when Cade stalked toward him, eyes gleaming as he unzipped his coat and pulled open his belt.
“You want to taste my cock?” he growled, popping the button on his jeans and pulling down his zipper. Mouth dry, Kyle nodded mutely. His heart was beating fast as Cade came to stand right in front of him. The big man stood close, less than an inch separating the slabs of muscle of his chest from Kyle’s face. The scent of him, musk and leather, filled Kyle’s nose.
Big hands landed on his shoulders, pushing him firmly to his knees. Shuddering, hungry for Cade’s cock in a way he couldn’t explain, Kyle needed no encouragement to lean in and nuzzle the giant man’s crotch. He pushed into the big round balls, mouthing at the long hard shaft with his lips. Cade groaned, hands landing on the back of his head keeping him in place.
“Take my cock out with your teeth,” he commanded, clipped and urgent, fingers bunching up in Kyle’s hair. Kyle obeyed, grabbing the hem of his briefs with his teeth and pulling down over the hefty bulge of his cock. The enormous ten-inch monster sprang free, bouncing up and hitting Kyle in the face. It left a smear of pre-cum on his cheek. Kyle tried to angle his face to catch the cock in his mouth, but Cade held him still.
“Lick my balls, Kyle. Show me how much you want my load.”
Kyle forgot about the cock, letting it fall down on top of his head - heavy and warm, pushed down by the flat of Cade’s gloved palm - as he found the big man’s egg sized orbs and lathered them with his tongue. Face getting wet and messy, Kyle licked and slobbered all over Cade’s balls, taking them in his mouth one at a time and sucking on them gently. Cade shuddered, thrusting his cock into the space between his hand and Kyle’s hair, leaving it wet with pre-cum.
“Suck it, babe,” Cade commanded, pulling back and tilting Kyle’s head up, mouth wide open and waiting for Cade’s cock. The large head slid past his lips as Cade thrust forward, one hand on the base of his cock aiming it at Kyle’s mouth. He pushed in deep with the first thrust, ignoring Kyle’s choked gag when the cock hit the back of his throat, pressing on despite Kyle’s hands on his hips trying to push him back.
“You can take it,” he grunted, both hands coming to hold Kyle’s head still, forcing his cock deeper and deeper until Kyle’s nose was pressed up against his wiry pubes. Kyle could feel his throat bulging with Cade’s cock, the muscles in his esophagus working the long shaft, edging it toward orgasm.
Pulling out, Cade let just the head of his cock linger over Kyle’s tongue, letting him catch his breath and worship the sensitive head with his tongue at the same time. Then he thrust back inside, going just as deep, but this time doing it faster. Kyle flailed and gagged, but Cade controlled him utterly. He was drooling all over himself, tears running down his face, but when the whole thing was lodged in his throat, he felt amazing.
“Gonna come, Kyle. You ready to eat my load?” Cade didn’t wait for an answer but kept his cock right where it was. Kyle could feel it expand down its length as each spurt of come was shot directly into his belly, Cade shaking and grunting as though he were working out.
“Fuck that was perfect, babe. Come here,” Cade said, withdrawing his cock and pulling Kyle up to his feet before he’d even caught his breath. Still gasping, Kyle was swung around and pulled into Cade’s chest, large arms encased in leather coming
around his front and trapping him against the muscular chest. Cade leaned down and buried his nose in Kyle’s hair, pushing his big hand - still wearing his leather glove - into Kyle’s pants. The hand was too big to really fit comfortably in his underwear, but Cade didn’t seem to mind. He wrapped his fingers around Kyle’s cock, squeezing it and jerking it off as much as the tight space would allow. It took Kyle just a few seconds before he was coming. His body shook, Cade’s strong arms holding him tight as he milked his cock, the big man jerking him off just past the point where it was too much.
“You got me dirty, babe. Lick it clean,” Cade ordered, pulling his hand free and bringing it to Kyle’s mouth. He shoved three gloved fingers past Kyle’s lips, fucking them inside with a playful chuckle.
“Love your mouth, babe. You’re so fucking hot.” He wiped Kyle’s come off his fingers, holding up his palm for Kyle to clean with his tongue. Feeling dirty Kyle obeyed, the glove tasting of come, leather and dust. “Fuck yeah, show me what a greedy little tongue you’ve got. Lick it off.”