Getting Rough

by C. L. Parker

  Then it occurred to me… the one thing I’d wanted, even more than my own orgasm, was Shaw’s cock in my mouth. Once again, he’d somehow managed to get his way and deny mine.

  So I refused to bask in the afterglow. Jesus, that sucked, but not as much as it would suck for Shaw’s ego. He’d no doubt be disappointed by my mediocre response and it would wipe the arrogant smirk right off his too-handsome face.

  I wanted his cock. And I was going to have it.

  Resolved, I placed the sole of my boot on his shoulder and extended my leg with deliberate ease. His thumb and forefinger slid from my body and I fought the urge to put them back where they belonged.

  Shaw rocked back on his haunches, a confused expression on his face as he tilted his head to the side, quizzically.

  “Stand up.” The order was quiet, methodical.

  The corner of Shaw’s mouth lifted before he rose to his feet and crossed his arms over his chest. He raised a single eyebrow, waiting to be dazzled.

  Pushing off the wall, I pulled up my pants, the proverbial Closed for Business sign dangling from my navel, and stepped to him. Reaching up to cup the back of his neck, I pulled him down to me, kissing him deeply and tasting myself on his lips. It was my tongue that took the lead, coaxing his to play along even as I massaged his cock through his pants to do the same. Shaw’s breath was heavy through his nose, his body a willing participant to what I wanted.

  His hand covered mine and squeezed, encouraging me to stroke him harder. His cock was thick, firm, and pulsed inside my grip. With a quick maneuver of my feet, I turned us so that he was now the one with his back to the wall. Amusement washed over his face and he chuckled. I may have controlled his body and held his cock in my hand, but there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that Shaw had allowed this. It didn’t matter.

  Dropping to my knees, I made quick work of his belt and freed his erection from the confines of his pants. I grinned in satisfaction when the object of my obsession finally sprang free. I’d just prepared to suck him off when Shaw cupped his cock and pulled it to the side. Away from me.

  “No,” he said when I peered up at him with a furrowed brow.

  “What do you mean, no?”

  “No is a pretty basic concept. What is it that you don’t understand about it?” The corner of his lip caught between his teeth and he pushed a lock of hair that had fallen from my ponytail behind my ear. What was that look he was giving me? And, God, he was rubbing himself.

  “Let me get this straight… I want your cock inside my mouth, and you’re denying yourself the pleasure?”

  “You just said it yourself. You’re the one who wants it. So who is it that I’m actually denying?” He stroked my hair, reverently, and that simple touch of affection startled me. I didn’t know whether to press closer or back away.

  But his cock was right there in front of me, so I went for it. Shaw was faster, pinning my head to his thigh so that my cheek was against his skin. Undeterred, I made another attempt, and again, Shaw refused to let me have what I wanted, even pulling farther away.

  I went for the next best thing.

  With little effort, I was able to lean forward and sample the treat before me. Shaw’s balls tightened under my tongue and I gave them a long, exaggerated lick.

  Shaw’s hands were like the fingers of God forcing the Red Sea to part as his cock went in one direction and my head went in the other.

  “Ah-ah-ah,” he admonished. I was dripping wet between my legs again. Why was this so sexy to me?

  “Look at me,” he said, and I did as directed, though I still couldn’t move my head.

  “Do you remember earlier when I told you to say please and you refused?”

  He was right. But I wanted him… it… and apparently I wasn’t above swallowing my pride to get what I wanted.

  I hated the desperation that leaked into my voice. “Please?”

  “Please, what?”

  Christ, he was going for the kill. “Can I please have your cock in my mouth?”

  He quirked his head. “I don’t know, can you?”

  You’ve got to be kidding me. “May I please have your cock in my mouth?”

  He was stroking himself, a wicked tease before my eyes, like a fat kid eating the whole damn Christmas turkey in front of a hungry man. “Yeah? You want it?”

  I licked my lips in anticipation. “More than anything.”

  “Then have it.” Holding his cock, Shaw aimed it toward my mouth while simultaneously controlling my head to put me in position to receive his gift. As eager as I was to take him into my mouth, he held me close to his thigh, still controlling every minute detail as if this was for my pleasure, not his. Maybe it was.

  “Open,” he said with a pat to my cheek.

  My lips parted and Shaw finally pushed into my mouth. Though not all the way, thanks to the grip he still held on the base of his cock. I was sort of grateful for that. Shaw wasn’t abnormally long, but his girth was enough to stretch the corners of my mouth. And he was freaking delicious.

  “There you go,” he groaned. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

  My lids shuttered closed and I couldn’t suppress the low moan around his flesh.

  Yes. Mine.

  With greedy sucks, I took him to the back of my throat and worked his erection hard. Saliva pooled and coated his flesh as I moved my tongue over every ridge and contour.

  “Slow down.” Shaw fisted my ponytail and pulled me back until only the tip of his cock remained. I whimpered, afraid he was going to put a stop to my fun, but then he eased back inside, still gripping my hair.

  “That’s better.” He controlled the glide and pace, despite the rising urgency flooding every cell in my body.

  With each push and pull, the ache between my legs worsened. I needed to come again. I clawed at his thighs, cementing my knees to the floor. With his tight grip in my hair, the controlled thrust and retreat of his hips, there was no doubt who prevailed. I was along for the ride and that was fine by me. We both had what we’d been after.

  I wanted to see his face, so I looked up at him only to find his head had just started the backward descent to rest against the wall behind him. The view was magnificent. The tendons in his neck were taut, the veins in his forearm were thick with blood, and the grip he still had around the base of his cock seemed almost painful. With his fingertips pressed into the base of my skull, he maintained the rhythmic pace best suited to his liking. It was clear to see…

  Shaw was in ecstasy.

  I continued to maul his thighs, my short nails scraping his skin, but I was pretty sure he liked that, too. His cock was delicious, that bit of precum foretelling his impending release. I could hear Shaw’s breaths, his light hisses, and soft moans. God he was going to come. He was going to come hard. His muscles tensed underneath my touch and the lazy, yet controlled thrusts grew erratic. I recognized all the signs and I was ready for it. In fact, I’d never been more focused in my life.

  His cock thickened, the veiny network just below the smooth skin growing with the intensity of each stroke of my mouth. His grip on my hair tightened, and he held me in place, looking down at me with eyes that dared me to move. He was ready. So ready.

  The soft rap at the door might as well have been blasted through concert speakers, so loud in the quiet space of the room charged with so much unspent energy.

  “Cassidy? Are you in there?” came Casey’s voice through the door.

  I yanked myself out of Shaw’s hold, his still-rigid cock falling free of my mouth. With the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth and scrambled to my feet.

  “Fuck!” Shaw cursed under his breath.

  “Cassidy?” Casey asked again.

  I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping Casey hadn’t heard Shaw. We aren’t together. Casey is not my boyfriend, I kept repeating to myself over and over inside a subconscious riddled with guilt. So why did I feel like I’d just been caught cheating? My heart raced in my chest, my skin on fire. Though I couldn’t
quite pinpoint if my body’s reaction was due to the very hot exchange that had just happened with Shaw or the panic over having been caught in the act.

  “Um, I’ll be out in just a minute. Is everything okay?” Even I could hear the shaky timbre of my voice.

  “Yeah, your pop’s on the phone for you,” he called back. “You weren’t in your room, so I thought maybe you were here. Is everything okay in there?”

  “Everything is just peachy,” Shaw said, grimacing as he tucked his hard cock back into his jeans.

  “No offense, but I was asking Cassidy, not you.”

  “I’m sorry, she couldn’t answer because she had my cock in her mouth,” Shaw whispered and then flipped him the bird, though Casey obviously couldn’t see it.

  I rolled my eyes at his immaturity and gave his chest a slap. “I’m fine, Casey. I’ll be right down.”

  “Might want to hurry. Your ma’s okay, but you know how impatient your pop can be,” he warned.

  Which wasn’t entirely true. My da was about as patient as a man could be, but he absolutely detested talking on the phone. He much preferred to be face-to-face with a person because he said most of the conversation happened in the body language.

  Giving myself a quick once-over in the mirror to be sure nothing looked out of place, I turned to Shaw. “We’re not finished,” I told him.

  “Obviously not,” he said, motioning toward the awkward bulge in his jeans. “Though I’d say you got finished well enough.”

  I grinned because, yeah, I did. And maybe I even delighted a bit in his uncomfortable predicament. “I meant with the conversation. As far as the other, maybe next time,” I said with a wink.

  “Well, that’s just great,” he grumbled.

  I couldn’t help the smug feeling I had when I left the room, knowing he was still standing there staring after me with his hands on his hips and a raging hard-on in his pants.

  There would definitely be a next time, though I couldn’t quite pinpoint the moment when a “maybe” had become a sure thing.

  CHAPTER 5

  Cassidy

  Shaw Matthews was in my house. And I had no idea why or how he even knew where I’d gone. But I had a pretty good idea of where to start to find the answers he’d refused to give.

  The call from Da that had interrupted the pornolike oral trade-off between us had been like a glass of cold water being thrown in my face. Though I was pretty sure it hadn’t had quite the same effect on Shaw. His cock had still been furiously engorged, desperate for a release when I’d left him, which sort of made me a happy camper. Served him right for playing keep-away like a mean kid on the playground.

  Da had called only to give me the update from Ma’s doctor. Her blood pressure had improved dramatically and he’d be releasing her in the morning with plenty of medication to get her through. I’d see to it that the pharmacy had my credit card on file to process both of their prescriptions each month after this because knowing they were killing themselves, literally, while trying to afford their medicine when I was sitting on more than enough money to help out was not okay with me.

  Ma’s release was great news, even though she’d be wheelchair-bound until the cast on her leg came off and I’d have to stick around to help out. But how was I going to explain Shaw’s presence to my parents – or worse, to Casey – when I didn’t know why he was there myself? There were only two people who’d known where I’d gone, and only one of those would’ve been brazen enough to spill the beans to Shaw. So I got comfortable in the sitting room and pulled out my laptop, cueing up the Skype application and dialing the culprit’s phone number.

  Quinn answered by the second ring as if he’d been waiting for a call he had no way of knowing would come. “Cassidy? Oh, um… hey, you!” My roommate was still in bed, which wasn’t odd since it was ten o’clock in San Diego on a Saturday morning. What was odd, however, was that he was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, every hair in place and maybe even a little sexy with all those blood-red silk sheets and white satin pillows surrounding him like he’d been preparing for a half-naked boudoir photo shoot. I almost felt intrusive. Shame oozed from his nonexistent pores as if he was hiding something.

  Naturally, I was suspicious. “Quiiinnn… What did you do?”

  “Huh? Nothing! I swear!” He might as well have spilled his entire guts with that reaction. It probably would’ve been easier if he’d gone ahead and pled guilty, throwing himself upon the mercy of the court.

  But due diligence was a must. “Right. So do you want to tell me how it is that Shaw Matthews knew where to find me?” I asked, giving my roommate the opportunity to confess his sin.

  Relief washed over his features. “Oh, that.” Quinn sat up and pushed his shoulders back, the “deer in headlights” look replaced by something a little more holier-than-thou. “I did what I had to do. I will not apologize. You’re welcome.”

  “I’m welcome? For what? Shaw Matthews is in my house!”

  Quinn shushed me. “Hold on. I think I just heard something,” he said, cocking his head to the side to have a better listen. He nearly came out of his skin when the door to his bedroom burst open. There was a flurry of confusion then as the screenshot bounced around, the sound of a sheet covering the microphone muffling the multiple voices.

  “Quinn? Are you okay?” I asked, concerned that I was about to witness the murder of my best friend.

  “Are you still in bed? Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead!”

  “Christ almighty,” Quinn grumbled. “Hello, naked gay man under the sheets. How did you two pervs get in?”

  Finally, the screen settled back into place and the sheet half covering it was ripped off to reveal a very jovial Demi and Sasha now sandwiching Quinn. They’d done their best to popcorn him and all his perfectly laid pillows out of bed, which he didn’t look too happy about.

  Demi held a silver key inches from his face. “You gave us a spare, duh.”

  Quinn groaned and plopped back onto his pillow. “Leave that shit on the counter when you see yourselves out, Creepy McCreepersons.”

  “Nope,” Demi said, popping the P. “Not until you’re out of the woods.”

  He wasn’t the only one lost in the woods. “What’s going on?”

  Quinn rolled his eyes. “I’m on suicide watch, didn’t you know?”

  Sasha waved him off. “He’s not on suicide watch. We simply want to be sure he doesn’t get too lonely.” She shifted around to get more comfortable, fluffing the pillow when she suddenly stopped and pulled her hand away. A pair of black fuzzy handcuffs dangled from her index finger while she examined it. “What’s this?”

  “Stop being nosy,” Quinn said, yanking them away and tucking them back under his pillow. Ignoring Demi’s and Sasha’s laugh, he attempted to change the subject. “Cassidy, how’s your mom?”

  “Well, you know… She looks like she fell from a ladder, but she’s going to be okay. My ma’s a scrappy little thing. She’s not going to let a couple of broken bones, some scrapes and bruises keep her down for long. I was scared to death, of course, but the good news is that the doc is going to let her come home tomorrow.”

  Quinn sighed. “Oh, thank goodness. The girls and I were going to come out, but my stupid boss wouldn’t let me off work, the heifer. She said I’ve taken off too much lately, which is all because of Daddy.” His expression soured. “I hate him. I hate his very existence, the fat bastard.”

  Daddy wasn’t fat, but he was Quinn’s most recent ex-lover. A very rich, very married, very hot ex-lover who didn’t like the ultimatum Quinn had given him to come out of the closet or lose him for good. Daddy had chosen to stay with his wife instead, shattering Quinn’s heart to smithereens. Quinn had gotten even by shattering the bathroom mirror in the penthouse apartment Daddy had bought for him and then taken away. Plus he’d carved “He’s gay” into the wall, essentially forcing him out of the closet. Unless he did the patchwork himself, contractors were going to know the truth. And a truth like that, about someone with
as much money and stature as Daddy had, was bound to get leaked.

  “Sorry, Cass, but we couldn’t leave him,” Demi said with a squint of her eyes as if it pained her to say the words. “Of course if you think you might need us, we can always split up and one of us could come there.”

  “Don’t be silly. There’s nothing for you to do here. I’ll mind the bed-and-breakfast for Ma until she’s back up on her feet and then I’ll be home in no time. I hope. Meanwhile, I want to talk about those handcuffs,” I said, grinning at Quinn.