by K. L. Hiers
“Stop,” Cypress said, his thick hand grabbing Tom’s shoulder.
“What?” Tom was instantly embarrassed. Oh, this was such a stupid idea. He should have never even tried it. As Cypress held him in place, the very air around them felt charged. He looked at Cypress’s lips, felt the heat of his grip, and he knew something had shifted between them.
Something was happening.
Tom’s face was getting hot, and he gasped when Cypress pulled him in for a fierce kiss. He didn’t even care how it made his busted mouth sting, its burn lost in the passion of their colliding lips. He was actually kissing Cypress, right there in the hallway.
The brewing energy ignited instantly, and Tom was helpless in Cypress’s powerful embrace. He gave himself over completely, groaning loudly when Cypress’s tongue slid inside his mouth. The kiss was deep, hot, and it sent all the right signals to every inch of Tom’s body.
“You’re not sucking me without at least first fuckin’ kissing me,” Cypress murmured, his fingers raking through Tom’s hair and holding him firmly. “You got it?”
“Yeah,” Tom said, panting hard. The way Cypress was so boldly taking charge had no right to be this exciting. Tom had had some bossy lovers before, but no one could compare to the dominance Cypress was exuding right now.
His reserved attitude had been swallowed up by a hard gaze and an unrelenting aura. Impossibly, he seemed taller than before, and no one had made Tom’s knees quake like this with only a kiss.
“Now,” Cypress said firmly, “you’re going to suck my cock and swallow down what I give you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Tom gasped sharply when Cypress’s grip tightened in his hair.
“Yes… what?” Cypress challenged expectantly.
Tom wasn’t sure how, but he knew immediately what to say, shivering as he replied, “Yes, sir.”
“Good boy,” Cypress said as he pulled Tom back in for another kiss. He let go of his hair, reaching for his hand and guiding it over his crotch.
Tom could feel how hard Cypress was through his jeans, and he squeezed. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on him, and his excitement was building. He hadn’t been out on a date in months, and he barely had enough time to rub one out in the shower without it feeling like a chore.
His rising arousal was intoxicating, and he couldn’t get enough of Cypress’s hot mouth. He moaned against Cypress’s lips as they traded tongue and quick nips, positively breathless as he asked, “Now?”
Cypress grunted, his big hands grabbing Tom’s hips. “Wait.”
“What?”
“You sure you want to do this?”
“What? Blow you?” Tom was startled, and he suddenly felt insecurity prickling up his spine. “Look, if you don’t want me to or whatever, I get it. I’m not your type, fine, but you can’t call the cops—”
“Oh, no,” Cypress assured him. “I definitely want you. Though I can’t say I have a type per se, I’m totally down to have you right here, right now… but there need to be rules.”
“Rules?” Tom didn’t understand. “I suck your dick, you keep your mouth shut.”
“If at any time I get too rough or start to hurt you, tap my leg twice to stop me.” Cypress kissed him. “Do you understand me?”
“Why, why would I want you to stop?”
“You’ve never had anyone do this, have you?” Cypress asked bluntly. “You’ve never given yourself to someone before, hmm?”
“I mean, I’ve had sex before.” Tom hated how he started to blush. “I know what I’m doing.”
“Tell me then. What will you do if I get too rough?”
“Tap your leg.”
“How many times?”
“Twice.” Tom was getting frustrated, and he had the oddest feeling he was getting himself into something he wasn’t ready for. He didn’t care. He wanted Cypress.
He needed some kind of outlet for all the frustrations, anger, and resentment that had been building up inside of him all day. He was helpless to stop Junior from tormenting him, he couldn’t stop Mrs. Dresser from hitting him, and he couldn’t stop thinking about whether or not that dead kid had ever lived long enough to have his heart broken.
Cypress was studying Tom’s face and after a moment, he loosened his grip. “Go on, then. Show me how much you want to be a good boy for me, Tom.”
Dropping to his knees, Tom’s hands pulled at Cypress’s jeans. It was like a switch had been flipped, and all the brewing worries he’d had were being consumed by a passionate cloud. He didn’t have to think about anything else except getting Cypress’s cock in his mouth and showing him that he knew exactly what he was doing.
There was a part of him within the lusty fog currently invading his brain that couldn’t quite believe he was actually doing this, but there was no turning back now. He’d fantasized about having Cypress for weeks, and there was something so deliciously naughty about what they were about to do.
They were at his work. Anyone could walk in on them. They might get caught.
The forbidden element made it even hotter, and Tom groaned quietly in appreciation when he discovered Cypress wasn’t wearing any underwear. A quick tug of his jeans and his cock was out, thick, uncut, the glossy head already damp with a dribble of pre-come.
He seized the base of it with one hand and immediately began to feed it into his mouth. He didn’t stop until it hit the back of his throat, pulling off to dive back in again with a loud slurp.
“Mmm, look at you,” Cypress murmured, dropping a hand down into Tom’s hair. His length flexed against Tom’s tongue, and he groaned loudly. “Who knew the shy little undertaker loved sucking cock so much, hmm?”
Cheeks burning from the accusation, Tom kept going. He kept up a heavy suction, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue up and down the shaft of Cypress’s fat cock. He did love this, and he couldn’t deny it. The heat, the girth, the easy way it slid in and out of his mouth, slick from so much spit.
Cypress’s fingers had tightened in his hair, but he wasn’t pulling or tugging. He seemed to be watching, waiting, gauging what Tom could do.
If this was his only chance to have Cypress Holmes, Tom was going to give it everything he had. He opened his jaw as wide as he could, keeping his lips tight as he started sucking faster, harder. The sharp gasp he heard in reply made him shiver, and it spurred him on.
Tom was hard, his cock tenting the front of his pants. There was a flood of adrenaline making him feel tingly and hypersensitive, his pulse pounding relentlessly in his ears. He had to reach down and palm himself, grinding into his hand to get some relief.
“Pull it out,” Cypress commanded suddenly. “Let me see you.”
Tom couldn’t explain why that seemed so dirty, especially when he already had Cypress balls deep in his mouth. He whined, hesitating.
“Pull it out,” Cypress said again, his grip in Tom’s hair now teetering on painful, “or no deal.”
“Mmm…” Tom whimpered.
“You want to be a good boy, don’t you, Tom?” Cypress taunted. “Come on. Show me. Show me how much you like this.”
Whimpering again, Tom obediently unbuttoned his pants and exposed his hard cock.
“Good boy,” Cypress praised. “See, wasn’t that easy? That’s all you have to do to be a good boy. You just have to listen to me.”
It was so simple, so easy, and the immense rush of satisfaction Tom felt coming over him rivaled the thrill of a family saying they wanted to keep the casket open after he’d worked his magic.
“Go on and touch yourself, hmm?” Cypress urged. “Jerk yourself off while you suck me.”
Tom’s hand slowly began to work over his dick, short pulls to make it last, grunting as Cypress began to boldly thrust into his mouth. He let himself be used, closing his eyes as he took it all.
This must have been what Cypress was worried about; hurting him, choking him up with his big dick.
The wet sounds of Cypress’s cock fucking his face were so lo
ud, and the only other thing Tom could hear was the thumping of his pulse inside his head. He liked this. He couldn’t get enough. He wanted Cypress to take what he wanted, and he found himself desperate to taste his load.
He could feel himself drooling now, spit running down his chin as he savored the smooth texture of Cypress’s cock gliding so effortlessly over his tongue. He began to stroke himself faster, alarmed at how wet he was. Pumping into his hand created yet another filthy moist sound, and he was getting so close.
“You’re gonna come from sucking my cock,” Cypress growled, digging his fingers into Tom’s hair and pulling him down on his dick. “You’re gonna come like a pretty little slut, letting me fuck your tight little throat.”
“Mmm!” Tom moaned, lost to every nasty word—why did being called a slut make him so hot. Why did he like the kick of humiliation so much?
“Here it comes,” Cypress warned, bucking forward and holding himself as deeply as he could. “Ah, ah, coming, I’m fucking coming.”
Tom held on, tensing as the back of his mouth was flooded with a hot wave of come. He could feel it going down his throat, swallowing greedily, and he moaned as Cypress pulled out just enough to direct the next splash over his tongue.
Lazily fucking his mouth, Cypress continued to speak, his voice a breathless little whisper. “Such a good boy. Such a very good boy… swallow it all down, every drop… come on, make yourself come now. I wanna watch you bust all over yourself.”
The pressure inside of Tom’s body twisted up until it hurt, his hand a blur on his dick as he stuttered and twitched. There, he was coming, coming hard, splashing all over his fingers and his shirt, pulling off Cypress’s dick to gasp for breath.
He felt drunk, heavy, staring up at Cypress as if seeing him now for the first time.
Cypress looked so calm, so very handsome, and as the last echoes of pleasure left Tom’s body, they were both smiling from ear to ear.
Damn, that was good.
Tom couldn’t remember when he’d ever made himself come like that, and he was adding this tryst to the very top of his spank bank vault. His lip was positively throbbing, but to see the satisfied glow on Cypress’s face and know he was the cause of it?
Worth it.
“Come here,” Cypress commanded, reaching for Tom’s hands and helping him back up. He kissed him, gently, letting it linger.
Tom stroked Cypress’s chest and melted as his thick arms wrapped around him. It felt so good to be held, and he sighed contentedly. He was safe here, happy, and he didn’t want this to end.
Maybe Cypress would magically forget what he’d seen since Tom had given him such amazing head. Maybe they could pretend it never happened, and he could go on sucking his dick for the rest of his life.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on now?” Cypress prompted suddenly.
Shit.
So much for that idea.
“You already know way too much,” Tom replied, the harsh reality of his situation stealing away his joy. “Just know I’m only doing it because I have to.”
“Someone’s making you sell that shit?”
Tom tried to pull away, but Cypress held him firmly. “Look, it’s better if I don’t say anything else. I swear I’m trying to get out of it.” By plotting to flee the country or change my name, you know, the usual. “I’m trying to make it stop. I’m not… this isn’t who I am, okay?”
“You mean you’re not actually a hardened criminal illegally selling formaldehyde to weird old white dudes?” Cypress grinned. “Kinda got my hopes up.”
Tom couldn’t help but laugh. He was glad Cypress was joking with him about this, and he began to relax again. “Well, I’m really sorry to disappoint you. I’m merely an idiot who makes really awful decisions.”
“Mmm, well then, I guess you wouldn’t mind if I called the police and got all this cleared up then. Feels kinda heavy on my conscience, you know.”
“Hey!” Tom’s smile vanished, his earlier panic making a quick return. “I just fuckin’ gave you head so you wouldn’t do exactly that.”
“That was then. This is now.”
“What?” Tom snapped angrily. “You want me to do it again? Props if you can go back to back like that, but—”
“Later,” Cypress said, reaching down to zip himself up. “You working tomorrow?”
Backing away, Tom fixed his pants and crossed his arms stubbornly. “Maybe.”
“You are, right?” Cypress looked smug. “You said you weren’t off again till Tuesday.”
Dammit.
“Fine, yes, I’ll be working.” Tom frowned. “Why?”
“I wanna get my dick sucked again,” Cypress replied flatly. “Obviously.”
“How far is this gonna go?” Tom demanded, a fresh wave of lust catching him off guard at the thought of dropping down on his knees for this man again.
“How far do you want it to go?” Cypress countered as he advanced on Tom, pinning him up against the far wall. “What exactly would you be willing to let me do to you to keep me from snitching, hmm?”
“I… I don’t know,” Tom replied, bracing himself against Cypress’s broad chest. His head felt light again, and his heart rate was skyrocketing.
Anything…
He couldn’t say that, instead trying, “I really don’t know what I’m doing. I just… I need time to figure it out so I can stop, okay?”
“Well, I’ve got some ideas of how you can keep me happy in the meantime,” Cypress teased.
“Blow you again in a dank hallway?” Tom dryly retorted.
“Dinner.”
“Huh?”
“You wanted to know what you looked like to me,” Cypress said, dropping a hand down onto Tom’s hip. He squeezed, pressing their bodies flush as he leaned in to whisper in Tom’s ear, “You looked like somebody who needs to be taken out to dinner, spanked hard, and fucked until you can’t move.”
Tom stiffened immediately, Cypress’s breath tickling his sensitive ear and making all the little hairs on the back of his neck stand up. No one had ever talked to him like this—it was filthy, indecent, and he wanted more.
“Does that sound about right?” Cypress pressed. “You want somebody to be in charge, hmm? Tell you what to do so you can escape from the world for a little while?”
“Yes.” Tom closed his eyes, another shudder rocking through his body and making his spent dick twitch.
Grabbing Tom’s ass, Cypress demanded, “Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir,” Tom replied immediately. “I liked it. I liked it a lot.”
“You’ve really never done anything like that before?”
“No.”
“Good.” Cypress looked pleased. “Then I have a lot to teach you.”
“Yeah?” Tom unconsciously licked his lip, running the tip of his tongue over the little gash.
“Oh, definitely,” Cypress promised.
“So, what? Is that the deal? You get to show me a good time, teach me some stuff, and you won’t call the cops?”
“As long as you’re a good student,” Cypress said with a wink. “Tomorrow, then?”
“Yes,” Tom answered right away before cringing. “Shit, no. I can’t tomorrow. I’m on call.”
“So?”
“It means I have to be able to leave my house or wherever I am at any moment to come back here to pick up someone if they die.”
“What about… hmm, Saturday?”
Tom ran his schedule through his head before answering this time. “Yeah, I’m free that night. I usually get off work at five unless I have a late prep. Where do you want—”
“I’ll pick you up. Say seven o’clock?”
“Yeah. Totally.” Tom was absolutely buzzing, and he couldn’t stop smiling. He had a date. They were going out on a real date. When Cypress leaned in to kiss him again, he had to resist the urge to pump his fist into the air.
Okay, so Cypress was technically going to be blackmailing him into learning some very sexy weird lesso
ns of some kind, but this was infinitely better than being forced into selling embalming fluid.
Right?
If nothing else, it would buy him some time to figure out what to do about Junior and had the added bonus of totally getting laid.
“Does this have anything to do with what I saw?” Cypress asked, gingerly rubbing his thumb over Tom’s split lower lip.
“Huh?” Both the question and the concern Tom saw in Cypress’s eyes were unexpected.
“Somebody put their hands on you?”
“No.” Tom shook his head. “Work-related injury. Family wasn’t ready to let go of their loved one yet.”
“Does that happen often?”
“No? Sometimes?” Tom sighed. “Death can be very complicated. People are complicated. It can get messy.”
“I’m curious. About what you do, I mean.”
“Really?” Tom blinked.
“Really. I hear Mr. Crosby always singing your praises, all this stuff about you being some kind of restorative artist.”
“You don’t think it’s… weird?”
“Of course, I do.” Cypress laughed quietly. “That’s why I’m so curious.”
Tom was pleasantly surprised. Not many people wanted to hear about his job because it could be pretty gross, and he was really looking forward to being able to share his passion.
He was looking forward to sharing a lot of things with Cypress as a matter of fact.
“So, Saturday at seven?” Tom confirmed, reaching up to run his fingers through Cypress’s short hair. He loved how soft it was, and the warm smile Cypress gave him in return sent his stomach fluttering again.
“Yes.” Cypress kissed him, deep and slow, before finally stepping back. “See you then, Tom. Try not to do anything illegal, okay?”
“Not gonna make any promises I can’t keep.” Tom grinned crookedly. “I mean, but no, like seriously. I won’t.”
“Have a good night.”
“Good night.” Tom stayed pressed against the wall, watching Cypress slip back into the garage. He heard the flower door slam closed as he left, and he flopped down on the floor right on his butt.