by Mia Ashlinn
Shane opened his mouth, taking more of the crown into his mouth and letting the salty flavor roll over his taste buds. He’d always been repulsed by the thought of tasting another man, but it turned out that he wasn’t. Landon’s cum was like everything about him—delicious.
Continuing his downward descent, Shane let one inch after another into his mouth. The hardened flesh felt so good in his mouth, so right. He kept going and going until Landon’s crown bumped into the back of his throat, and his pubic hair tickled Shane’s chin. Someone needs to shave. I think I will take care of that.
Shane drew his head back, slowly releasing most of Landon’s shaft. But before he reached the tip, he dove back forward and engulfed his dick again. He set a pace after that, altering it often enough to keep Landon on edge.
Landon fought back, thrusting his hips and plunging his cock into and out of Shane’s mouth. But Shane refused to let him get away with that. He latched one firm hand onto Landon’s hip, exerting more pressure than was probably comfortable, to keep him still. Then his other hand came down on Landon’s muscular ass check with a hard thwack.
As soon as his hand came into contact with Landon’s ass, his partner’s eyes popped open. His erection swelled drastically, making Shane’s mouth even more crowded than before. But unwilling to let him come, Shane pulled away.
Landon’s cock popped out of Shane’s mouth before rebounding and bumping into his rock-hard abs. “Son of a bitch, Shane. Why the hell are you stopping now?”
“Because I am not going that easy on you, buddy. Nice try, though.”
“Fuck you.”
“How about I fuck you?”
“Fuck away.”
Chapter 16
Landon had no clue where his inner playfulness came from. In all his wicked fantasies about Shane, he’d never once pictured bantering back-and-forth as they stood naked in their home office. Granted, he’d fucked him in this room many times in his mind—on both of the old walnut burl desks, on the leather couch, on top of the giant oriental carpet, next to the roaring fireplace. He wasn’t picky. They’d fucked anywhere and everywhere in his fantasies.
He just hadn’t anticipated sex with Shane would be fun, too. He’d always thought it would be all-consuming and intense. He’d not weighed in their friendship, only their lust. Now he realized he’d done a great disservice to not only himself but also to Shane.
“Don’t mind if I do fuck you,” Shane growled as he got to his feet, all traces of teasing gone.
This is more like what I’d imagined.
Landon’s asshole quivered in anticipation for Shane’s hard cock. Yet unease surged to the forefront of his mind, and his body’s needs had to fight the nerves suddenly plaguing him. He’d never been fucked in the ass. He hadn’t even touched a man before. It had never felt right to submit to another man because for him, the only man was this one. So he’d just avoided men altogether. It wasn’t like he’d found one he’d felt compelled to fuck anyway.
Landon decided it might be wise to tell Shane before he stuck his huge dick in his ass and banged the hell out of him—which he would. Landon had no doubts about that. But he wasn’t sure what to say, in this case, or how to say it.
“Shane…” Landon began but didn’t finish. He felt his face heat as the awkward moment went on and on.
“I know,” Shane replied softly, almost tenderly for him. “I haven’t either.”
Shane’s quiet confession caught Landon off-guard, and he let out a gust of air he hadn’t even noticed he’d been holding. He’d naturally assumed that Shane had fucked a man at some point. Obviously not. “But I thought—”
Shane whirled around, giving Landon his back, before marching over to his side of the desk. He skimmed his hand across the surface, sending everything flying. Every pen, every paper fell into the floor. Even the lamp crashed to the ground.
Shane turned to face Landon again. “Yeah well, you thought wrong,” he retorted, sounding completely affronted. His anger seemed piqued by Landon’s false assumption. “I couldn’t imagine fucking any man but you.” His face flushed as he finished his sentence, obviously as embarrassed as Landon to be having this discussion. They were moments away from fucking for the first time, and they had to have a heart-to-heart talk.
“Well, shit,” Landon cursed. “I guess that makes us virgins.”
Shane snorted. “Not hardly. I have fucked plenty of asses, just not a man’s. It isn’t that different, I’m sure.”
“No.”
“Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page. Now get over here so I can fuck you.”
“Such a way with words, Shane,” Landon smarted off without thinking.
Shane frowned. “Kiss my ass.”
“I would prefer to lick it.”
Shit. Where the hell was this coming from? It was like Landon didn’t know himself, like he had a side he hadn’t known existed. He and Katie-Anne loved to tease and joke around, but with each other and no one else and definitely not Shane. Maybe, it was just that Shane hadn’t given them a chance to.
“Later,” Shane snapped. “You. Me. Fuck. Now.”
Landon found himself thoroughly enjoying his playfulness and Shane’s impatience. If he weren’t so damn horny and so ready to be fucked, he would enjoy continuing this sort of fooling around. But that wasn’t happening. Later, yes. But now was a big, fat fuck no. He had better ideas for playtime, and they involved adult entertainment.
Landon crossed the room in two steps, his earlier nerves gone as fast as they had come. He strode straight up to Shane and did something he’d always want to do—he kissed him without restraint or fear. There was no domination or submission on either side. This was two men in love, two men on equal footing.
Landon realized that the equality of this kiss wouldn’t last long. Shane wouldn’t allow it, and that was fine by him. Now that he’d done it, Landon didn’t give a fuck who was in control. He’d just wanted one moment of sexual equality before he turned his body over to the man he trusted above all others, the one man he’d willingly submit to.
Shane ran his big hands through Landon’s hair as he continued to torment his mouth, and Landon found himself relaxing into his partner’s body. Their hardened cocks bumped into each other, causing simultaneous groans to erupt from deep in their chests.
Pausing his hands halfway down the back of Landon’s head, Shane grabbed a handful of hair. With a merciless pull, he ripped their mouths apart. “I know what you’re thinking,” Shane stated.
Landon panted, unable to find any words. He could barely find air. Focusing his eyes twice, he forced himself to see Shane through the haze settling there.
“We are equals,” Shane ground out, heaving small pants in between each carefully enunciated word. “Everywhere but when I’m fucking you, we are partners. In bed, I need this and so do you. I need to be in control. I need to dominate you and Katie-Anne. You can top Katie-Anne as often as you want, just like I will. That is what she needs, but this is what we need. You need to bottom, and I need to top. Are you with me?”
Shane didn’t let Landon answer before he bit into his bottom lip, sucking it into his hot mouth. Releasing him quickly, Shane said, “This is your last chance to back out, because if you don’t do it now, I’m going fuck you until neither of us can walk.”
Landon groaned, thrusting his hips forward so that their cocks came into contact again. “Katie-Anne is not going to like it if we’re completely out of commission.”
“That woman could revive me from the grave with a single look.”
“True.”
“Now stop stalling, Landon Tolliver. I don’t know about you, but my cock is going to explode if it doesn’t get into that tight ass of yours soon.”
“Bring it,” Landon growled at Shane. “We made a deal, and you better live up to it.”
Shane arched a dark eyebrow. “Is that a dare?”
“I prefer to think of it as a challenge.”
“Get on the desk and o
n your fucking back,” Shane commanded, his voice sounding edgy. The dark look on his face had Landon more than willing to do his bidding.
“Yes, Sir.” Landon couldn’t hold back a smirk as he situated himself on the solid, chilly surface. Could he have picked a harder surface? Mentally, Landon laughed at his asinine observation. I’m not going to be worried about comfort once he works his dick in my ass. His thought had his heart speeding up inside his chest cavity, the thump-thump-thump taking his breath away.
Making sure he was close to the edge of the desk without hanging completely off, Landon laid flat on his back. He rocked his hips at the same time as he pulled his knees up. In those two simple movements, he freely offered himself to Shane.
Shane stepped forward and moved to the spot between Landon’s open legs. His eyes dropped to Landon’s vulnerably open entrance and a smile appeared on his face. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to fuck an ass as much as I do this one.” He licked his thumb then placed it against Landon’s hole, massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves there.
Landon’s cock lengthened, a titillating tingle building in his balls, as he waited patiently for Shane to continue. Okay, he waited not-so-patiently for Shane, but he knew about the darker side of his partner. At this point, provoking Shane would only prolong the orgasm simmering inside of him. Shane would probably withhold for another millennium, if that was what it took.
Opening the desk drawer closest to him, Shane produced a full-size bottle of lubricant in his free hand.
“How long has that been there?” Landon asked curiously.
“Awhile,” Shane told him as he opened the bottle. “I figured that, eventually, one of us would give in, and we would fuck. Since we spend so much time in here, this was a given.”
Landon chuckled. “You’re a wise man.”
Ignoring him, Shane flipped the whole container over, letting the fluid drizzle out. The cool moisture hit Landon’s balls before trickling down his ass crack, and he squirmed at the odd sensation.
Shane used far more than he would ever need, but Landon didn’t care. He was far too transfixed by the hungry look on Shane’s face as he watched the lube’s erotic trail. Without warning, Shane stopped the flow of the slippery fluid. He lifted his free hand so that he could pour a handful of lube into his palm.
While Landon watched, Shane coated his cock, rubbing his hand up and down the shaft methodically. He stroked himself numerous times, obviously giving Landon quite a show. “You like watching me jerk off, do you?” Shane asked with a diabolical grin that made Landon break out into a sweat. His partner was up to something, and it would be oh-so-bad but oh-so-fucking-good for Landon.
Hell yeah! Landon stopped himself from blurting out his response. Instead, he chose to not answer that, even though they both knew he did.
Shane’s grin widened. “I like to jerk off while you watch and cannot do anything about it. But I think I would prefer to jerk you off myself.”
Landon swallowed. From nervousness or excitement, he didn’t know. All he knew was that if Shane touched him right now, it would take an avalanche to stop him from coming. Landon shook his head with a croaked, “No.”
Shane’s smile vanished, as did his amusement. “I don’t recall asking for your permission,” he said icily.
Maybe, an avalanche is coming for me, after all.
Landon swallowed a second time, but this time he knew it was from nervousness. This scenario didn’t bode well for him. When Shane had that look, there was hell to pay.
Shane reached between Landon’s legs and took his throbbing cock in hand. “Don’t come,” he barked. In a strong, unyielding grip, he stroked Landon’s shaft furiously, giving no leeway and showing no compassion.
Uh-oh. Landon’s orgasm approached fast, and he had to grit his teeth to hold it back. Breathing in and out slowly, he concentrated on everything but the feel of Shane’s hand and the ache in his cock. That lasted all of five seconds.
When Shane’s finger prodded his anus, Landon tensed. Not from the pain but from the pleasure that swamped him as the pinch started then turned into a small, slow burn. Shane didn’t give him time to adjust to the feeling of the pleasure-pain radiating from his ass. And he didn’t need it nor did he want it. He wanted to feel it all, and Shane made sure he did.
Without slowing his rhythmic stroking in one hand, Shane continued to invade his ass with the other. Reaching his sphincter, Shane pressed on, and he quickly breached the tight ring of muscles without much effort.
A moan slipped past Landon’s lips as Shane’s finger seated itself fully inside his rectum, and he felt his cum boiling in his balls, ready to spill out. Will not come. He chanted those three words in his mind ten times over, but it didn’t help. Not even a little.
“Don’t you dare come,” Shane barked a second reminder. “I will make you regret it.”
Landon grunted. He squeezed his eyes closed, resuming his inner chanting. Will not come. Will not come…
Shane’s stroking went wild, tormenting Landon further. But that was nothing compared to the feel of a second then a third finger sliding into his asshole.
“God,” Landon groaned as a shudder ripped through his body. “I can’t take this, Shane.”
Shane leaned forward and whispered, “You can take this and a lot more, Landon. You might not like it, but you will take it. Remember that the next time you feel like telling me what I can and cannot do to your body. It is mine now. You gave it to me.”
Landon’s heart sped up, beating painfully in his chest. The blood in his veins pounded through him at a frenzied pace, and he wondered if his thirty-five-year-old body was going to give out at any second. “Yes,” he panted. “Yours. Please.”
Landon should probably have been uncomfortable with begging Shane. And he should probably have been embarrassed that he’d done it. But he wasn’t. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be doing it a lot when he was in bed with Shane. He might as well get used to it now. It would be far more pleasurable that way. Hell, life would be easier in general.
“No,” Shane denied him as both his hands disappeared from Landon’s body.
Landon bit his tongue, preventing himself from begging because he knew better. If he did, Shane would continue this heinous torture. And Landon didn’t want to wait anymore. He wanted Shane to fuck him in any way he wanted, anywhere he wanted, and however he wanted. But he needed for it to start right now.
Landon’s eyes snapped open when he felt the head of Shane’s hard cock press against his hole. A shiver ran down his spine, but his skin heated so rapidly, so hotly that it overrode anything else his body felt. At this rate, he would likely go up in smokes before Shane fucked him.
Shane stared into his eyes, and Landon stared back at him. Relaxing his muscles, Landon prepared to take every Goddamn inch of his partner.
“You wanted me to give you all I’ve got. Well, here it is,” Shane growled then plunged his cock inside of Landon.
“Motherfucker,” Landon roared, his voice sounding louder than ever before. His animalistic cry came from somewhere deep inside his soul as the agonizing pleasure swept through his ass. The pain that should have been present wasn’t there. Even with Shane’s ruthless thrust and even with his huge dick fully embedded, all Landon knew, all Landon felt was ecstasy.
Shane’s hips jerked, and he bore down on Landon. He pounded into him madly, crazily. It should have been more than he could take, but it wasn’t. Landon pushed down, meeting Shane thrust for thrust and going every bit as savage as his partner.
The two of them didn’t last long before Landon’s balls drew up, ready to release his cum. And Shane’s dick grew inside of Landon’s ass, the sizable shaft going from huge to fucking enormous. The full feeling nearly did Landon in, but when Shane grasped his dick and stroked it, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Landon came in thick jets on his stomach with a keening howl.
Shane followed not far behind, his hot cum filling Landon’s ass, marking him in a way th
at neither of them could ever take back.
Chapter 17
Lounging on the wooden bench outside of Lou’s Café, Katie-Anne sipped on yet another chocolate milkshake. The sweet taste slid easily down her throat, and she hummed in pleasure as the icy treat settled her queasy stomach, even if only a little. She closed her eyes and ignored the world around her. The people milling outside of the café disappeared, and she couldn’t feel the cold weather or the whipping wind.
Katie-Anne pretended to be alone so she could think. So she could really think.
“It doesn’t work,” a soft, melodic voice told her.
Katie-Anne jumped, her eyes snapped open and her head whirled to the side—all at once. “Excuse me?”
While Katie-Anne had receded into the privacy of her mind, Brooklyn Sokolov had sat down beside her. The unusual blonde woman sipped on a drink of her own. It looked like a root beer float, but Katie-Anne couldn’t be sure without tasting it. And, damn it, she wanted to taste it.
Reflexively, her stomach rumbled and corroborated her though. Shit. I am drinking this calorie-filled concoction, and I want more!
“You have every right to be drinking that,” Brooklyn pointed at Katie-Anne’s large glass, “especially now.”
Everything inside of Katie-Anne froze, and her nausea returned in full force. “I have no clue what you are talking about,” she said frostily, sounding as cold as the ice cream in her cup.
“Yes, you do,” Brooklyn replied before touching Katie-Anne’s still-flat stomach. “But that is not what you need me for.”
The strikingly beautiful Russian-American woman was a strange cookie. She seemed as strange as her mother. Sometimes, Katie-Anne believed she might be even odder. It was as though she could read people’s mind. But that couldn’t be possible. Could it? No, it couldn’t. Well, maybe…
Katie-Anne shook her head, shaking out her crazy errant thoughts. There was no way that Brooklyn was a mind-reader. She was being silly. “You can’t—” she blurted out.