by B L Morticia
Completely turned on, I moaned under my breath and exhaled, wondering how long I’d last before I spontaneously combusted.
“Jonas…” Myles cupped my dick, grasping my hard shaft and balls through my jeans.
“Fuck.” I moved along with his hand, pressing into it as if his grip was the only thing holding me together. Before I could make a move, Myles crushed his mouth atop mine while he darted his tongue in and out, tangling the both of ours together.
“Jesus.” I breathed out, inching down to take his buttocks in my hands. I squeezed hard, making him grunt into our kiss.
“Yes. That’s what I want. That’s how you act like a lover. Like you need me. Like you can’t live without me,” Myles said between lip locks and nibbles on my lips. “I swear if I weren’t part of the condo board, I’d fuck you in this elevator.”
“Hmph, so much for… being an−ah fuck—exhibitionist,” I said, still driving my cock into his hand and loving it. With his hands on me, I was completely under his control. Truthfully, I didn’t give a damn.
Nearly over the edge, I reached down between us and returned the favor, caressing his hard dick through his khaki’s.
Myles and I moved against each other until he pulled himself away.
“Yes, oh shit, Jonas. Stop. We’re almost there and just in case my neighbors are waiting, I wouldn’t want them to catch a glimpse of anything indecent.”
“Then you need to turn your pretty ass away from me,” I snarled and pushed him off to collect what little control I had left. This freaking man had my mind reeling. Any minute now and I wouldn’t give a fuck about his position with the condo or anything else. If he continued to tempt me, I’d strip him and slam my ass onto his cock right here and now.
Myles laughed and held my hand, pulling me off the elevator, leading me down the posh hallway. The gray carpeting sank under our feet as we walked and finally we arrived at one of the only two doors on this floor I could see through my hazy vision. The pain in my groin sent chills up my spine and I leaned against the wall, huffing like a rabid animal waiting to be fed.
“Come in.” Myles pulled me through the door and the minute he shut it, he crushed his mouth on top of mine. While we kicked off our shoes, we tore at each other’s clothes. He tugged at my jacket and pushed it off my shoulders, damn near tearing the thing. When he finished, I shook it until it fell limply to the floor.
I moved back from his kiss a moment to stare at the gorgeous man before me. I yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
“Hungry for me aren’t you,” I asked while we both gasped and clawed at each other’s garments some more.
Myles pressed his lips atop mine quickly and clutched my shirt collar. With a fast pull, Myles tore my shirt open with our mouths still plastered together. I shrugged it off me until it fell on the floor along with my jacket.
“Anxious much?” I said, ripping at his pants.
“Yes. I gotta be in you. Now dammit!” Myles moved away and kicked his trousers off.
While he did, I also pushed mine down to my ankles and toed them off. Once I kicked them aside and removed my socks, Myles was back on me. He attacked me with reckless abandon, mouth to mouth, body to body, fighting as if we were in combat.
“Fuck, babe!” I pushed him off me a bit and drove him backwards to catch my breath.
“You can’t keep up with me, young buck?” Myles smiled wickedly, sparking the urge to show him that I could.
“I can. I’m ready for the real thing. We got thirty hours or so to do everything else. Right now, I need you in my ass,” I said, still eyeing him.
Apparently amused, he said nothing and pulled at my arm, leading me through his home. Everything was so open, browns and grays, modern furniture and a picturesque window with a beautiful view of the skyline.
“God, this is gorgeous,” I said to him. Because he was dragging me, I didn’t have any time to see the place.
“Maybe I’ll give you the grand tour, before you leave,” Myles said. We hurried through a corridor, to a bedroom I assumed was his. When we walked in, it appeared much like the other rooms in colors and design. The humongous four post bed stood in the middle with only two bedside drawers on the sides.
“So… we’re here.” Myles swung me around and pushed me backwards until I landed on the mattress.
“Umph.” After gathering myself, I leaned back on my elbows watching him hold up my legs to yank off my underwear. I sucked in a breath, feeling the cool air on my balls and the tip of my cock.
“Baby boy, you are huge.” Myles gave me a playful slap on my thigh. He headed over to his bedside table retrieving the lube and condoms.
While he removed his own boxers, Myles stared at me with the look of a predator. It turned me on in the worst way and I couldn’t wait to have him buried deep inside me.
I rose my head so I could get a good look at his hardware that I’d be taking pleasure in.
“Well, sir. I’d say you’re working with more than a little there,” I laughed, trying to sound formal.
“You think?” Myles asked me.
“I know.” I turned over and knelt down on the bed, spreading my legs to give him full access. “Don’t take it easy, now. Remember, cowboy, I’m that wild horse you need to tame.”
Myles laughed and smacked my ass again, making it sting.
I flinched and wiggled because I wanted him to do it again. Myles did, and I hissed at the feeling of my ass stinging from his heavy hand coming down on my buttocks. My dick was already rock hard and with those small slaps on my thighs, the top of it pulsed and wept.
“Myles…” I looked over my shoulder at him.
“You like that shit, don’t you? The big lug likes to be dominated.” Myles said while he tore open the foil and rolled the latex on himself.
“I do. I love it. I can’t deny I like to be punished.”
“Oh shit. Really? You, the fireman? The tough guy. You like being submissive?” Myles stared at me while he squeezed lube onto his fingers, spreading it onto the tips.
“Yeah. Gotta problem with that?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. I loved that evil expression he gave me. The confident smile, the fucking look that used to get guys in school knocked out turned me on.
“Nope. I like it, cause I love to be the one in control.” Myles took the opportunity to smack my ass repeatedly while he pressed a finger into my anus.
I squirmed a little then, his fingers penetrated me, getting me loose for what was to come. Staring at the wall in front of me, I sucked in a breath, ready for more pressure on my prostate. Myles provided that, continuing to add fingers to the party and making me lose all my control at the same time.
“Myles, fuck me already!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Fuck me like you hate me!”
“You like it rough, huh, country boy? You like when someone plows your ass?”
“Fuck yeah! Do it!” I snarled through gritted teeth.
“Ah sweetie, you ain’t said nothing but a word,” Myles managed through hampered breaths. In moments, Myles breached me, pressing his large cock into my ass.
Feeling him inside, I inhaled sharply and waited for the burn to subside. He was quick with his motions, thrusting into me as I asked without any remorse.
“Yes! Oh God, Myles!”
Myles continued to push himself into me until he could go no further. I grimaced with every movement, but after a while it became as easy as breathing. I kept up the pace with him, pushing back when he thrust. I repeated the action, not letting up as he didn’t. I huffed, trying my best to keep my climax at bay. Instead, all I felt was the pain I desired. I’d wanted that my entire life.
The masochist in me wanted more hurt than pleasure. I truly wanted to feel like being pummeled or jack hammered into the ground. Porn fucking is what I termed it and Myles handled my request like a champ.
“Fuck!” I pulled away and flipped over onto my back. The minute I yanked him close, he penetrated me again, without mi
ssing a beat.
As our eyes met, Myles continually rammed his body into mine. I grabbed his shoulders to give myself leverage, pulling up just enough to press our lips together while we fucked.
“Myles−,”
“Jonas, damn.” Myles spoke between kisses and nips, traveling down the side of my neck until he reached my Adam’s apple. He licked the skin there, then came back up to my lips, tracing them with the tip of his tongue.
“Mmph, Myles.”
“Yes, Jonas. God, this, you and…” Myles shoved his body into mine while speaking gibberish. “Fuck, you feel amazing!”
“You… all you,” I moved my hands down to his ass, squeezed the taut skin there, and spread his ass cheeks apart. I dragged my finger down as far as I could.
“Ungh.” Myles threw his head back, apparently aroused by that.
“Like it, huh? You kinda like my finger there.”
Myles nodded and kissed me again, moving in closer and forcing my legs further back. My knees were pressed into my chest as he put his weight on me.
Our lips collapsed onto one another and I wrapped my arms around his neck, binding his body to mine. I inhaled again, bracing myself for what was to come. At any moment, my climax would reach its peak. I’d kept my control this long, thinking I’d explode. Instead, I desired to feel more, so I held off.
“Jonas. Yes, so close.” Myles managed, still drilling me.
I held onto his shoulders, waiting for my orgasm to come. With our lips still locked together, I shifted some to wrap my legs around his waist. I lost myself in the feeling of our bodies being near. Skin on skin. I loved the sensation of his scruffy cheeks and chin rubbing against my face. I had a thing for facial and body hair.
“Uh, Jonas. Fuck, I can’t… shit, I can’t −,”
“Then don’t.” I kissed him with every ounce of energy I had left, waiting for my climax to take over and wrack my body. In moments the shudders began, and I held on tight, knowing the ride was about to end.
“Shit, Jonas!”
I gnashed my teeth together and huffed, ready to spurt my release between us. I tried my best to keep it together a little longer because I was selfish and needy.
I needed us to come together.
As one.
Maybe it would make him think about what he could have. I held out hope that he’d see how well we’d fit.
* * * *
Myles
Listening to Jonas moaning and gasping underneath me broke something inside me. Through tired eyes and sweat pouring from my brow into my line of vision, I looked down at another man I’d want to have in my life. As ridiculous as it was, Jonas had me craving for more of this, more of whatever this was. I’d told him to act like a lover. He’d done that and so much more. The piece of me that desired to file this away as just another fuck didn’t materialize. At least not now while we were in the thick of it, but I had the sneaky suspicion it wouldn’t happen at all.
I’d always believed I could only love two people. Santiago and Pierre. Pierre was gone, but Santiago remained within my grasp. However, my brain played visions of having Jonas in my life on the regular. How he could be more than the fuck buddy if I allowed him to. I knew it had been a while since I’d had sex, but when I fucked other men, it never tugged at the heartstrings or impacted my train of thought. This time with Jonas did just that.
How could this be possible?
How could a man I barely knew wind up being as important as the man I loved? How could one fuck… well, truthfully we weren’t even done with the first round. So how could my emotions be out of whack for this man?
This big lug.
The country bumpkin with the wide body and beautiful smile along with eyes as clear blue as the ocean. I’m sure he was the man everyone wanted to be with in high school and college. Most desirable, likeable, and freaking hot.
And in these two and a half days plus, I’d seen things about him other than his looks that endeared me to him. How he cared for an almost complete stranger. How he turned from completely disliking me into best friend material. Was that even possible these days? Could people change their minds so easily about a person, even one like me who didn’t make it easy?
I supposed so, because here was one underneath me, wrapping me with his legs and arms, kissing me like a lover. A partner. I could get used to this. To being cared for and held in this manner. I hadn’t had it in a while and needless to say, my body and heart felt good right now despite the heartbreak of losing my mother.
Incredibly, my sense of loss and despair had been forgotten while in bed with this gorgeous man. And a small part of me wished I could keep him here while I made all the arrangements and prepared for the aftermath.
When Jonas’s hard bite on my lip woke me from my emotion filled haze, I locked our mouths together again. Though I topped, I liked his finger around my taint and I inched up more so he could play with it as I drilled him.
To say I was aroused was an understatement. Energy zipped through my body, from the tip of my dick, hitting every erogenous zone there was. My nipples tightened on my chest. My heart beat sped up, my orgasm close to exploding from the base of my balls into that barrier in between us.
With each kiss I slipped further into the abyss. Sharp rays of light imploded behind my eyelids while our tongues thrashed together. Though I wished to stop kissing him, I couldn’t. The power of having our mouths sealed together fed my arousal. I languished in his mouth, tasting coffee and winter fresh gum on his buds. I hadn’t enjoyed kissing anyone as much as I did him at this moment and dare I say it was more because of how good he was instead of my horniness getting the best of me.
Why was this happening? Why couldn’t I separate the emotions from the desire for physical contact? Why couldn’t I see it for what it truly was?
From my own reactions, I knew I’d have the hardest time trying to pull away from Jonas. I had to at some point. Less than two days from now, he’d go back home to his hick town, where my Santiago awaited him. Would I be able to distance myself from them, knowing it to be the best decision for all of our futures, including my niece’s?
I’d have to try. I knew from the first moment I kissed him it would be a mistake. So now, I’d have to deal with the fallout and enjoy the pleasure of being in a fake relationship while it lasted.
Our moment seemed to go on forever and once I removed the condom and cleaned us both up, I laid in bed next to him, completely silent. Although I was the dominant one I lay my head on his chest while he made small circles on my back with his calloused fingers. Not surprisingly, Jonas’s touch caused my cock to jerk under the sheets despite the marathon session we’d just enjoyed moments ago. My body liked Jonas, and unfortunately, my head and heart were quickly following suit.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Jonas pressed a soft kiss to my temple.
“I need a haircut and a shave,” I said.
Jonas laughed. “That’s all?”
I sighed. “Jonas, the deal was to act like a lover−,”
“Hey dude, that’s what lovers say to one another when one of them is silent after having sex.” Jonas chuckled and tugged me into him.
Oh, that laugh.
So endearing, so innocent, and charming. Being so damn friendly was effortless for this big lug. Hard to believe he had any anger management issues.
“Sorry. I’m afraid I don’t have a lot of witty things to say,” I said in reply. And I didn’t, because in actuality, Jonas mentally topped me. My mind and body were truly well fucked.
Jonas exhaled and rubbed the back of my neck. “Say you liked it, Myles. Say you enjoyed fucking me.”
“I did. No question.”
“There you go. Did that hurt so much to say?”
“No, not at all. I just didn’t expect it to be so damn epic.” I grimaced when the words left my mouth.
“Ohhhh…” I heard the smile in Jonas’s voice. Obviously feeling good he had me in this position of wanting more of him in the n
ear and forever future.
“Don’t get so smug.”
“I’m not. I’ve gotta say, my ass is legendary. Many men I fooled around with in the Army told me so.”
Hearing that comment, I rose to meet his blue gaze. “In the Army, hmm?”
“Yep. Made it to Lieutenant. When my mom got sick, I decided not to re-enlist.”
“How old are you, Jonas?”
“Twenty-eight. Why?”
“You act so much younger.” I settled back into his body because, well dammit we were lovers for now.
“Ha. Yeah, I am a big kid at heart. What can I say? I like to have fun. I’m not serious all the damn time, not even at work.”
“I hope you are when fighting fires. Goofing around will get you killed.”
“I am when it’s appropriate, yeah, but we see so much. I mean, I’ve walked in on whole families being burned or injured because of a blaze. And in the Army, hell, I saw too much. I don’t have PTSD real bad, but when I first returned, sometimes I could hardly sleep because of what I’d seen while I was deployed.”
“Where were you stationed?”
“In Afghanistan. I was there for two years, then shipped back here when I got my promotion. If I’d stayed in, they were gonna ship me back there. I wasn’t grateful why I left, but honestly the timing couldn’t have been better.”
“I hear you there.” I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his shoulder. I eyed the dimple in his chin and smiled. He really was a stunner.
“Anyway, now you see why I like being a big kid. I have to keep the comedy going somehow or else I’ll be crying most of the time.”
“True. I guess I’m just old and crotchety, that’s all. I’ve been through so much I don’t know how to be amusing.”
“You have been through a lot, Myles, but you gotta look at the positives.” Jonas pulled me up so we would be at eye level. “You’re successful. In good health, I’m thinking. You have the most beautiful niece in the world and you own your company.”
“And no partner to share it with.”