by A. T Brennan
“Fuck, baby.” I pushed my finger in until I was all the way inside him. “You’re so fucking tight. You’re going to make me come so fast.”
I moved my finger in and out of him a few times, getting him used to the sensation, and when Galen whimpered I gently pushed a second finger inside him, making sure to stroke his weeping dick.
“Do you feel that? That’s two, baby.”
I felt his body opening up to accept my fingers, and moved them a few times to get him used to having me inside him.
“Blaze...” he shook his head as his hand reached out. “Kiss me.”
I was barely holding onto my composure, and I knew the second his lips touched mine, I’d be lost.
I carefully pulled my fingers from his body and stripped off my boxer briefs. I made quick work of rolling on the condom, then slathered it with lube and added a bit more to my fingers. I wasn’t done getting him ready.
Sliding one arm under his body I leaned over him, pushing my fingers back inside him as our lips met and our bodies pressed together.
His kiss was desperate. His tongue and teeth mashed against mine as he ran his hands through my hair over and over again. I tried to go slowly as I moved my fingers in and out of him, but after only seconds he was pushing back, forcing me to go deeper and faster.
“I need you. Now. Please!”
The plea in his voice, not to mention the desperation in his eyes, shook something deep inside me, and I had to fight a wave of emotion that rolled over me.
“Lift your legs up and wrap them around me.” I waited until he did as I asked, the move opening up his body a little bit more, and I pulled my fingers from him. He groaned in protest, but that groan turned into a moan when I pressed the head of my cock against him.
After giving him another kiss I slowly pushed in until I breached his outer muscles.
“Bear down, baby. Let me inside you.”
He drew in a hissing breath and I paused to give him a chance to adjust. When he opened his eyes and looked up at me, giving me a slight nod, I pushed in a little bit further.
Holy fuck he felt like heaven. I’d never fucked a virgin before, and while I’d expected him to be tight, I wasn’t prepared for how his walls squeezed and held my dick.
“Fuck, Blaze!”
“Jesus, baby.” I felt my control slipping but fought to keep my movements slow and even. Sweat gathered on my skin as I kept moving, and when I was fully seated in him I blew out a breath.
“More, please more,” he almost begged.
I slipped my other arm under his body so I could hold onto his shoulders, then I lowered my body onto his, making sure there was no space separating us as I pressed my lips against his in a sweet kiss.
I began rolling my hips, keeping my strokes light and deep, and Galen groaned against my kiss. When I felt his body open up and accept me, it took every ounce of concentration I had to stop from pounding into him like I so desperately wanted to.
After a dozen shallow strokes and I couldn’t stop from moving harder, faster, but any worries about hurting Galen died when he cried out and began thrusting his hips upward, trying to force more of me into him.
“Fuck!” I shouted and suddenly I was pounding into him. The only thing stopping him from sliding up on the bed was my grip on his shoulders, and I shamelessly used his body as an anchor so I could fuck him as hard and fast as I dared.
I couldn’t concentrate enough to keep kissing him, but left my lips hovering over his so I could feel his breath moving over my face every time he grunted and moaned in pleasure.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come!”
“Come on, baby. Come for me,” I urged.
I shifted and was about to reach down to jack him off when his body arched and his eyes almost rolled back in his head. I’d found his prostate.
“Fuck! Oh god!”
A moment later I felt a stream on my stomach where our bodies were joined, and when his ass clamped down around me I gave into my orgasm.
We were both shouting as I kept thrusting inside him, desperate to experience every moment of my orgasm.
When the pleasure finally passed I lay against Galen’s body and held him, giving him a chance to process what had just happened.
We lay in silence for a few minutes, and I tried not to purr as Galen toyed with my hair and gently massaged my scalp.
That had been the most intense, and most satisfying sex I’d ever had. My entire body was still tingling deliciously and I was getting lost in the haze of the afterglow.
I just hoped Galen was okay with what had happened, because I couldn’t handle another freak out that ended in him shutting down on me.
Chapter Ten
Galen
Concentrating on my meeting had been next to impossible. It had been routine and I’d been prepared, but between the stinging in my ass and the memories of Blaze on top of me, fucking my damn brains out, I could hardly focus.
I have no idea how long I’d laid under him, just basking in the glow of my orgasm, before my phone alarm had gone off, warning me I only had forty-five minutes to get back to my office.
Blaze and I had jumped into a quick shower, and even though I’d wanted him to turn me around and fuck me against the tiles, he’d just kissed me as he’d washed us up. I’d gotten dressed, my cock hardening as I’d slipped on my torn shirt and remembered how hot it had been when he’d ripped it open, and then kissed Blaze goodbye. I’d changed my shirt in my car, put on my jacket and driven to my office to go over the case I was arguing tomorrow.
Not only had I fucked a guy, twice, I’d then let that same guy fuck me. And I’d loved every second of it.
I’d known Blaze had a bit of a dominant streak, but the way he’d manhandled me had been so exhilarating it hadn’t even occurred to me to try and fight him for the power. Truth be told, I’d not only loved it, I’d craved it.
Being flat on my back with my legs up had been strange and made me feel very exposed and vulnerable, but then Blaze had taken the time to reassure me, and he’d been so gentle and amazing. It was as though he’d known what I needed even though I hadn’t, and it had been incredible.
It had hurt at first, and felt foreign. I’d almost stopped him when his first finger had been halfway inside me, but his voice and the erotic words he’d been saying had added flames to my desire and I’d wanted to hear them more than I’d wanted him to stop.
It had burned, and there had been pain, but the discomfort had melted into something amazing. His fingers couldn’t match the size of his cock, and when he’d pushed into me a slice of real pain had gone through me. I knew it had to get better, I’d seen the pleasure he’d found when I’d fucked him, so I’d breathed through it and waited.
When the pain had faded, a deep, burning need had started to grow in my body, and the more he moved, the more pleasure I’d felt. Then he’d shifted and hit something inside me that had caused my entire body to light up like I’d been struck by lightning, and my orgasm had hit within seconds. And he hadn’t even touched my dick.
That was the part that was both awesome and worrisome. My first time with a dick in my ass and I’d come harder than I ever had in my life, and all without any other stimulation. I’d seen and felt Blaze’s orgasm when he’d come like that the night before, but he had experience. He knew his body and what he liked, and he’d been in control. All I’d done was lay there while he pounded the fuck out of me and I’d nutted so hard I’d seen stars.
I didn’t know why it bothered me so much, but it made me question things. I’d always seen myself as a focused alpha male. I knew what I wanted and I did everything I could to make it happen. I was confident, thanks to years of faking it, and people usually submitted to me. I’d always been in control of my sexual encounters, and other than my family, most of the people in my life were happy to let me take the lead.
Then Blaze had come along and flipped everything over and tilted my world on its axis. He hadn’t submitted to me that first night
, he’d let me have control. Then he’d taken it back and I hadn’t fought him, hadn’t wanted to. I’d craved and needed him in a way I’d never felt before, and I’d happily given him everything I had.
He’d owned me the way I usually owned others, and I’d fucking loved it.
“Mr. Wells?”
“Sorry, Shawna.” I shook my head and looked over at my client, only then realizing I’d stopped paying attention to the conversation around me. “What do you say we take a ten minute break, go over the deposition one more time, and then Candace and I will finish up?”
Everyone seemed happy with that arrangement, and even though Candace, my second on the case, gave me a questioning look, I brushed it off and excused myself to go to the bathroom.
I didn’t know what the hell was going on with me or how Blaze had managed to completely shake up my world, but I knew staying away from him wasn’t an option. He’d awakened something in me, and there was no way in hell I could walk away from him.
* * * * *
I probably didn’t handle things in the best way.
After I’d gone to Blaze’s for a little early evening delight, I’d thrown myself into my work. I had a full caseload and a lot of my time was taken up either in court or in meetings, but I did have some free time.
I didn’t call or text Blaze; not until Saturday night.
He’d sent me his work schedule so I knew he’d worked a day shift and had gotten off at six. At seven I’d picked up my phone, feeling like a complete asshole, and texted him.
You’re still alive.
That was the message I got back, and I couldn’t blame him for being angry.
Sorry, I was really busy with work.
Yeah, I saw your calendar. You’re a bit of a workaholic.
I’ve been called worse.
How about asshole? Because that’s usually what I call guys who don’t call or text me for three days after I fuck them.
Can we talk?
We are talking.
Not over text. Please.
Fine.
Are you free now?
I have plans.
I desperately wanted to ask him who he was going to see, but I hadn’t earned the right to question him, or feel the jealousy that surged through me at the thought of him with someone else.
Tomorrow?
Pick me up after work. I’m done at eight.
I’ll see you then.
He didn’t answer and I put my phone down.
I didn’t know what was going on between us, but there was more than just casual fucking. Blaze brought something out in me that I usually didn’t let people see. I was relaxed around him, and I found myself smiling more and not giving a shit about work or whatever else seemed important in the moment. I liked spending time with him, and the sex was incredible.
By not reaching out to him I was treating Blaze like a fuck buddy. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t what I wanted, but I didn’t know how to do anything else. I’d never been in a relationship. Hell, I’d never even bothered to keep a sexual relationship going with someone longer than a few encounters.
I didn’t know what I wanted. The thought of being in a relationship with anyone was foreign, but being in one with a man was completely outside of what I’d ever even considered.
One thing I firmly believed was that sexuality was more fluid than most people thought it was. I’d always assumed I was straight because I’d never been attracted to a man, but now that I’d met Blaze I was positive I was at least on the bi-curious side of the scale. I had no idea if other men turned me on, and frankly I didn’t care. I wasn’t interested in other men, I was interested in Blaze.
After knowing what I did about his past, I was amazed at how strong he was. How he was a survivor. I hated that he’d been forced to prostitute himself to live, but I didn’t judge him for it, and it certainly didn’t change how I felt about him.
I was way out of my element here, and I’d been truthful when I’d told him I was a selfish prick. I’d never taken the time to have friends because I found they got in the way, and I was disconnected with my family. I was a loner by choice, but now I was wondering if being alone was really what I wanted.
Maybe I wasn’t ready to have a real relationship, but I wanted to give Blaze more than booty calls and radio silence. I had no idea what he wanted, but I was determined to try and give him whatever I could.
* * * * *
When I walked into the bar Blaze worked at ten minutes before he was off, I hadn’t been sure what to expect. I’d looked it up online and found it had great reviews, and it was a known gay bar.
I wasn’t a big bar person to begin with, and I’d never gone to a gay bar. I was a bit ashamed to admit that my preconceived ideas of what it would be like had been shaped by every stereotype I’d ever seen.
It was a typical bar with booths, tables and TVs mounted on the walls. There was also a small stage near the back, and I was shocked to see Blaze sitting on a stool strumming away on a guitar as the patrons watched.
He looked at home. He gave off an air of confidence and he had an aura about him. I hated to say he had the rockstar vibe going on, but he did.
He looked amazing with his hair down and flowing, and the sleeveless hoodie he was wearing showed off his tattoos and muscles as they flexed while he played. His jeans were skin tight and artfully ripped in several places. He was fucking gorgeous.
He also had an incredible voice. It was clear and husky, but at the same time controlled. His range was higher than I would have guessed considering how deep his voice was when he spoke, and as far as I could tell his pitch was perfect. Watching him stirred something in me, and it went far beyond attraction. I felt connected to him, and proud that he was so talented and not afraid to show it.
Realizing I’d stopped near the entrance I shook myself out of my reverie and went to sit at the bar.
“What can I get you?” A very young looking bartender asked.
“Scotch, neat.”
I watched as he went to the shelf and then glanced at me, a grin on his full lips.
“I’m guessing you want the good stuff.”
“You guessed right.”
He was cute, but in a young, puppy sort of way with his light blond hair, soft blue eyes and slender figure.
I couldn’t help comparing him to Blaze, and while I could acknowledge he was handsome, there was no flutter or surge of adrenaline like I felt when I looked at Blaze.
“He’s pretty amazing, isn’t he?” The bartender put my drink in front of me and nodded to Blaze.
“He is. I didn’t know you had live music here.” I pulled a ten out of my wallet and waved off his silent offer to go get change.
“We started doing it on Sundays about a year ago. Blaze usually doesn’t play anymore, but the local act cancelled so he agreed to step in.”
I took a sip of my drink, enjoying the slight burn that trailed down my throat and into my stomach, and got lost in Blaze and his music. I didn’t recognize the song and wondered if he’d written it.
At ten minutes after eight Blaze put the guitar he’d been playing on a stand in the corner of the stage, and thanked everyone for listening. As the applause followed him he made his way over to the bar.
“Hey.” He plopped down on the stool next to me.
“Hi.”
“Want a soda, Blaze?” the bartender asked.
“Thanks, Cody.”
“I didn’t know you could play guitar, or sing.” I said as his drink was put in front of him.
He thanked Cody and turned to me, shrugging. “I’ve always loved music. It was the one church thing I didn’t mind when I was living at home.”
“You sang in the church choir?”
“Sort of. We had a youth group and they did all the singing. My parents let me learn guitar so I could play with the group. I wasn’t allowed to sing with them, that I learned on my own. Mind you, I was only able to play at church while my dad supervised to make sure I d
idn’t play anything unholy.”
“But you kept playing?”
“Not for a long time. Evan bought me a guitar as a six month sober gift. I picked it back up then.”
“Is Evan your ex?” I hated the hint of jealousy that crept into my voice, and Blaze grinned at me. He’d heard it too.
“My boss. He’s the one who hired me while I was living at Open Arms and helped me get my life on track.”
“Open Arms, the LGBT shelter?”
Blaze nodded. “I went there to get clean. I lived there for three months doing their program, then Evan hired me and helped me find my apartment. Basically he and Layla taught me how to adult.”
“Layla?”
“The day manager.” He grinned and nodded to Cody. “She’s taken a shine to me and Cody, mothers us every chance she gets.”
“It’s amazing you’ve found a family here.”
“That’s exactly what we are.” He nodded. “Do you have that at all?”
“Not especially. I’ve never been big on friends.”
“They get in the way of your ambitions?”
“You can read me like a book, you know that?”
“If that were true I would have seen you’d pull an invisible man act after Wednesday.”
I could tell Blaze was trying to act like it was no big deal, but I could see in his eyes how much I’d hurt him.
“That was a dick move on my part.”
“I don’t know what you want, Galen. Is it sex? A relationship? Am I crossing a line right now by talking to you about this here?”
“Usually I’d prefer to have private conversations in private, but no, you’re not crossing any lines.”
“So what is this? Am I your gay fuck toy—”
“No, not at all.”
“Then what do you want?”
“I don’t know.”
“You must have some idea. Sex? Friends with benefits? Casual dating? I’m a grown ass man and I can chose what kind of relationships I have in my life, but you need to be honest with me and tell me what you want and not string me along.”