“Do it,” he whispered. It was Sully’s turn to shudder. The thrill of knowing he could make Devyn want him even when they risked being caught spurred him on. “I love your mouth. On mine, on my skin. Suck me.” He begged, “Please. Ever since I saw you put the key in your mouth, it’s all I could think of, I want your mouth on me.”
Sully bit back a groan as he opened the jeans and discovered silky smooth flesh, stiff and hot, and unencumbered by underwear. So fucking sexy. Slowly he explored the length and thickness, listening to Devyn’s moans, and pleas. He wanted to take Devyn into his mouth too, but they were responsible adults, parents to a small child. A ticket for indecent exposure wasn’t an option.
“Watch for anyone approaching the car,” he finally committed himself to the action. Fuck the risk. Right now, he needed to reassert his claim, to remind Devyn who was taking him home. Licking his lips, he leaned into the bucket seat, holding Devyn’s thick cock up to meet his tongue as he licked it carefully. He knew exactly how to drive Devyn mad this way, and he intended to use every bit of knowledge he’d gained in the six months they’d lived together to reinforce his place in Devyn’s life.
Harsh gasps and urgent murmurs told him he succeeded as he found sensitive places and teased with teeth, tongue and lips. Satisfied, he opened his mouth over the leaking tip and sank down, settling into a deep, hard suction while massaging the underside with his tongue. He scraped his teeth along the surface on an upward draw, and Devyn stiffened, choking out a garbled moan as he came.
Sully brought their mouths together again for a slow, leisurely kiss. He tenderly kissed Devyn’s moist, bruised lips ignoring Devyn’s offer to return the favor, despite the clamoring of his dick for release, and settled back into his seat.
Staring into the darkening brown eyes, he parted his lips lightly in invitation which Devyn instantly accepted, sweeping his tongue in broad strokes into Sully’s mouth, leaving him gasping for breath and wanting more. The taste of Devyn’s cum, mingled with sweat and his natural sweetness were intoxicating.
Devyn’s hand on the buttons of his fly reminded him to open his eyes and watch for people in the parking lot. He shifted in the seat to give Devyn more room to maneuver, relishing the strength in those tattooed hands. Sully closed his hand in a firm grip over Devyn’s as the other man drew his cock from the confines of his shorts. He placed the hand where he wanted it, wrapped tight around his cock.
Sully groaned his approval of Devyn’s touch, drawing back from the kiss to press hot moist kisses to Devyn’s rough, stubbled jaw line. He guided Devyn’s exploring fingers to a firmer touch, a faster stroke. He licked the stretched flesh around the gauge in Devyn’s ear. Not something he found sexy in the normal course of events, Devyn’s piercings excited him.
His mouth free to explore, he dragged his lips, tingling from the rough contact with the scruffy stubble, to the soft flesh behind his ear, sucking and licking along the way. Devyn’s whimper of acquiescence was music to his ears, and he nibbled down to the hollow of his collarbone, burying his lips in the tender flesh there, to bite and suck, knowing the mark would be visible to all.
The pleasure of possession, of staking his claim, sent him tipping over the edge of arousal, and Sully’s grunted warning came quickly. Devyn dropped quickly to press his lips to the pulsing tip of Sully’s cock, licking and sucking hungrily.
Sully’s choked, “I’m cumming,” barely preceded the spurt of thick creamy liquid from the blushed mushroom head of his cock. Devyn shuddered as the warm liquid filled his mouth, swallowing, humming in pleasure. “You closed your eyes.” The husky purr was followed by the gentle clack of the tongue stud against Devyn’s teeth, something he only did when he was nervous, or couldn’t find the words he wanted.
Panting for breath, Sully pulled Devyn away from his cock, rubbing at the piercing in his bottom lip with his thumb. “I love you.” The gruff statement brought a sparkle of confidence to Devyn’s eyes, and he nipped sharply at Sully’s thumb.
“I love you. You know that. There’s absolutely no reason to get jealous over every one I talk to.” Devyn stretched, back cracking as he slithered back into his own seat.
“It’s not everyone.”
Head tilted to the side, Devyn studied him. “No, it’s not, is it?”
Feeling a little foolish, Sully forced the words out. “It’s just women. I know you’re bi. And they can give you something I can’t. I’m afraid if you ever leave me it’s going to be for a woman.”
Devyn’s disgusted snort pleased him. “Drive. Our son is waiting for us at the pizza place with your sister and brother-in-law.”
Comfortable silence filled the little car on the short drive. When Sully found a parking space at the back of the crowded lot, Devyn stopped his exit from the car. “I won’t, you know.”
“Won’t?”
“Leave you for a woman. Being married to Kail’s mother was pure hell. I was sixteen and stupid. When she miscarried the first baby, I thought I owed it to her to stick around. Kail is the only good thing that came out of that decision. That, and meeting you. I love you, Sullivan J. Moore.” He pressed his hand on Sully’s chest, directly over his heart. “The person here. I don’t love you cuz you’re a guy. I won’t stop loving you cuz you’re not a woman.”
Embarrassed to be read so easily, to be reassured by the younger man, Sully pulled away. “We’ve got to go inside.” He mumbled. He was older, damn it! He should be the wise one. He made a show of locking the door in a blatant play to get more time to get his emotions under control.
Devyn waited for him patiently at the hood of the car. “Okay?” he asked solicitously.
Sully nodded, holding on tight when Devyn grabbed his hand. “Good, cuz I’m starved.”
They entered the pizza place together, and Sully felt as though every eye in the place focused on them. Dude’s mocking comment carried across to them easily, “Well, now, don’t y’all just glow.”
Kail’s babbling calls for Daddy distracted him from the urge to punch his brother-in-law, and Tallia’s children noticed their arrival at the exact moment. The air was full of excited laughter, and he had duties to perform, kisses to dispense, and later, a man to take home.
THE END
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Cardeno C. – WOMAN WITH A DILDO (Friends to Lovers)
Selected by Cardeno C.
Dear Author,
There is a moment just before it happens when you know your life is about to change. What led them to it and what's going to happen next?
[PHOTO: It is the instant before the kiss. A tall, slim young man in business clothes stands chest to chest with a shorter suit-jacketed Asian man. The taller man tilts his head, eyes closed, waiting. The Asian man places a palm on his shoulder and leans in, mouth opening to claim his lips.]
Sincerely,
Melora
Genre: Contemporary
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Suits, Gay for You
Words: 3,549
WOMAN WITH A DILDO
by Cardeno C.
“This house is truly spectacular. Is Karen marrying into the Kennedy family or something?” Tucker Jones said, as he slid the heavy curtains open and looked out the floor-to-ceiling picture window into the park-like backyard that was bustling with dozens of people setting up for the evening’s festivities.
Finnegan Helford wrapped his arms around Tucker’s muscular chest, pressed a kiss on the back of the man’s neck and rested his head against a broad shoulder.
“I don’t know what they do for a living, but they seem nice enough. Bradford’s a decent guy. At least he seems to treat Karen well. That’s more than I can say for the last guy.”
Tucker nodded as he turned around and moved his hands up and down Finnegan’s back in a firm caress.
“Yeah, James was a real asshole. I’m glad she set him loose. I like Bradford much better, despite his total lack of self-awareness when it comes to dancing. Last time we went out with them, I thought the guy was having a seizure.” Tucker said with a grin.
“Oh God!” Finnegan cracked up from the memory of his soon to be brother-in-law flailing around the club, elbowing anyone within spitting distance. “Me too. I wonder how Karen’s gonna manage things tomorrow. I’m pretty sure that’s a dance floor they’re setting up out there.”
He peered over Tucker’s shoulder and confirmed his suspicion.
“Mmm Hmm.” Tucker mumbled against Finnegan’s lips, taking one gentle kiss after another before finally licking his way to Finnegan’s ear and sucking on the lobe. “So how much time do we have before we need to meet everyone downstairs to drive to the chapel?”
Finnegan shuddered. Damn but did that man ever do it for him. Tucker could take him from flaccid to about-to-go-off-in-my-pants with nothing more than a heated look. It hadn’t always been that way. Sure, Finnegan had always found Tucker attractive. Who wouldn’t? Six feet tall with chocolate eyes and black hair, a prominent, masculine nose, that beauty mark that begged to be licked, and that firm, delicious ass.
So, yeah, Tucker was hot. But during two dozen years of friendship when Finnegan had thought there could never be anything more between them, he’d managed to keep Tucker’s hotness as something theoretical in his mind so he wouldn’t be drooling over his best friend. Well, that ship had sailed the first time he’d kissed Tucker and, to his surprise, the man hadn’t pushed him away.
“I’d say we have at least an hour. What do you have in mind?”
The hardness pressing against his lower stomach gave Finnegan a really good clue about what his partner had in mind. Partner. Almost two years together and Finnegan still felt like he was living in a dream. How else could he explain a relationship with the man who’d been his best friend since preschool? The man he hadn’t even dared to hope he could ever have.
“You and me naked.” Tucker said huskily, then made quick work of unfastening Finnegan’s pants, shoving a big hand down the front of Finnegan's briefs, and wrapping it around his hard cock. “With this big pole so deep inside me I can taste it.”
Finnegan couldn’t hold back a whimper. Sweet hell, the way that man talked to him it was no wonder he was in a constant state of arousal. Tucker cupped the back of his hair and pulled him in for a scorching kiss. It was all tongues and teeth, sucking and biting at each other’s mouths while their hips humped and their hands tore at clothes.
They had to take a short break so Tucker could peel off his own T-shirt and then help Finnegan with his polo because Finnegan had been a little over eager and tried to take it off without unbuttoning it, but eventually they got it sorted. And then they were blessedly naked and falling on top of the bed in a tangle of limbs.
“Christ, you feel so good, Finn. I swear, whenever I touch your dick, mine gets hard. Well, harder, because even knowing my hand is heading in that direction is enough to get me going.” Tucker stroked him as he murmured against Finnegan’s neck, the words interspersed with gasps.
Finnegan rolled them so he was lying on top. He gentled the intensity of their kisses, eventually pulling his tongue out of Tucker’s mouth and pressing a soft chase kiss onto those full, slick lips. He peppered kisses down his friend’s neck, licked his way across that firm sternum, and sucked a dark nipple into his mouth, smiling when Tucker made the familiar hissing sound.
“Turn over, TJ.”
“I wanna see your face.” Tucker replied.
“I wanna eat your ass.”
That ended the debate. Tucker wiggled onto his stomach, folded his knees underneath his torso, and spread them as far as he could. Finnegan couldn’t hold back his grin. Tucker in bed was like Tucker in all other aspects of life – eager, open, engaged, and enthusiastic. The same traits that had wowed the partners at one of the most prestigious boutique law firms in town worked their magic on Finnegan too.
He kissed the back of his lover’s neck, dragged his tongue across a shoulder blade and down the spinal column, then grasped those muscular cheeks and spread them apart and finished his journey. Tucker writhed and moaned as Finnegan licked up and down his cleft, swiping circles over his rosebud and eventually pointing his tongue and pushing it inside that hot, velvety channel.
“Finn! Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”
Tucker was thrusting back and forth, lost in the sensation of Finnegan’s mouth and tongue working his ass. When a finger joined the game, Tucker buried his face in the pillow and cried out a litany of curses and prayers. No man had ever reacted that way to Finnegan in bed.
Tucker made him feel like he was the most amazing person alive, like nobody else could ever match up, which shouldn’t have been a surprise, because that’s pretty much how Tucker had always made Finnegan feel about everything. A hiking companion: “You always find the most amazing views, Finn. I love coming out here with you.” A basketball partner when they played two-on-two with their buddies: “I want Finn on my team. He’ll run circles around both of you.” A student: “Let’s study for the Con Law final together. You’re the best at figuring out what deranged situation these profs will come up with for an essay question.” Even a roommate: “I know we’re both earning enough that we can afford our own places after graduation, but let’s keep living together, yeah? Why come home to an empty apartment at the end of the day when we have so much fun hanging out with each other?”
The taste and feel of Tucker, combined with the man’s constant stream of moans and whimpers, made Finnegan realize that if he didn’t get his cock into that hot body soon, he’d shoot his load onto the sheets. He took a final long, slow swipe of his friend’s cleft and then nudged him to flip onto his back. That put Tucker’s cock right in front of Finnegan’s face so he took a detour and bent down, enjoying a couple of long sucks before reluctantly pulling off so he could give them what they both wanted.
Tucker must have realized they were moving on to the main event because he blindly reached his hand to the nightstand, knocking the alarm clock to the ground but managing to grasp the lube, which he shoved at Finnegan with a grunt. Finnegan smirked, slicked his fingers, and then pushed two into that welcoming passage in fast succession. It didn’t take long for Tucker to bend his knees, plant his feet flat on the bed, and start riding Finnegan’s fingers. The man’s eyes were closed, his tongue was licking his top lip, and his hands were grasping Finnegan’s shoulders hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises.
“You’re so hot, TJ.” He dropped a kiss on Tucker’s stomach. “I mean it. Like seriously hot.”
“Only cuz of you. You make me feel hot, Finn.”
Yup, the most amazing person alive. That’s how Tucker made Finn feel.
After several minutes, he pulled his fingers out of that tight channel and lined up his cock, nudging it in slowly and then pushing forward until he was all the way in, with his balls pressed against Tucker’s ass. He looked up at Tucker and met an adoring gaze. Tucker was smiling, his face full of bliss and lust. When Finnegan gave a few quick pumps and dragged his cockhead over his friend’s gland, Tucker cried out his name and began rolling his hips, meeting every thrust.
“Faster, harder, oh God, right there.”
Finnegan increased the depth of his strokes, pushing all the way into Tucker’s passage, dragging his cock out slowly, and then pounding back in again. All the while he gripped Tucker’s thigh with one hand and stroked his cock wi
th the other, knowing that neither of them would last much longer. Tucker was tossing his head from side to side, panting and moaning.
“I’m almost there, Finn. Almost there. Oh God, now!” Tucker shouted as pearly white release painted his belly and chest.
Two more thrusts and Finnegan held himself deep inside his friend as he shuddered and came. His body was still twitching when he collapsed onto Tucker’s broader chest and snuggled his face into his lover’s neck. Tucker wrapped his arms around him and held him close as their hearts calmed and their breathing evened out.
*****
The ceremony was beautiful, Karen looked like a princess, and Bradford’s family politely pretended not to notice the embarrassing comments drunk Aunt Edna couldn’t manage to hold back. Karen had rented limos to drive the bridal party from the chapel back to the mansion where the reception was being held. It should have been fun, but Finnegan had to paste on a fake smile to cover up the scowl that wanted to come out in reaction to the parade of bridesmaids who couldn’t seem to keep their hands off of Tucker. By the time they pulled into the winding, brick-paved driveway, Finnegan was good and pissed.
“I need to get a drink.” He mumbled without even looking at Tucker.
The last thing he needed was to see where that blond had her hand now. It had already made an appearance on Tucker’s knee, upper arm, and the back of his neck. Finnegan was already several steps away from the limo when Tucker finally managed to squirm out of the car.
“Finn! Hold up. I’ll come with you.”
Finnegan looked over his shoulder just in time to note that the blond was now draped over Tucker’s back.
“That’s okay. I’ll catch up with you in a bit.”
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