Open Sesame

by Mia Watts

  “I don’t fuck on a first date, asshole. I’m not that kind of guy.” The words left him unconvincingly, breathlessly.

  Eyes still holding Oz’s, he felt rather than saw his captor’s hand tangle in his chest hair. His fingers played, edging toward the sensitive bud begging to be touched. Against Alister’s will, a groan filled with capitulation spilled from his lips.

  Oz’s devouring eyes could not have missed every nuance of lust Alister was positive showed on his face. The boardroom control he prided himself on clung stubbornly, but rips in the façade had exposed his need to the sexy predator who found and tweaked his nipple. It wrenched a gasp from him.

  “Do you want to reconsider?” Oz asked, eyes serious.

  “Why? You giving in?” Alister taunted ridiculously.

  His captor’s fingers left the nub to trail over Alister’s ribcage then across the ridges on his muscled abdomen. They threaded in the hair below his umbilicus to sink lower.

  Oz teased Alister’s lips with his own. Alister rose to meet him, but Oz pulled out of reach, only to return and tease some more. Oz’s flattened palm pressed above his pubis, seeming to know Alister craved the weight of another body on him. Blunt fingertips stretched low to torment the root of Alister’s straining cock.

  “Oh, God.” Tendons in Alister’s neck stretched as he pressed his head into the mattress. He hung on to the last shred of reserve as need branded him from inside.

  Oz’s breath raggedly fluttered on Alister’s mouth. The tip of Oz’s tongue flicked between Alister’s parted lips. He lurched upward to take him, yet Oz continued to dodge.

  “Ask and I’ll give you relief,” Oz said, his voice taking on an urgent edginess. “Ask soon. Watching you writhe for me makes me want to rush things along.” He rubbed the side of one finger against Alister’s root.

  Alister lifted his head quickly, capturing a kiss from Oz, tried to delve inside the supple lips for a taste of the man. Oz retreated, stared down at him. Alister panted, waited for him to make the next move. It wasn’t like he could do anything.

  “Nice,” Oz praised, looking a bit dazed. “I didn’t see that coming.” Alister wondered if, tied down and vulnerable, he could command his captor. Isn’t capitulation what Oz wanted? An excuse to take the play into more serious fucking territory? Alister wanted it, too. It seemed to be the most driving common factor they had.

  Get past the fucking. Get it off the table so it wasn’t a bargaining chip anymore. Find out what the Adamos wanted, then burn their asses for thinking he’d give it to them. Cassimer had some shitty qualities, but family was family.

  Right. That’s why you want him to fuck your ass like a man possessed. You just want to remove sex as a power play. Sure. Has nothing to do with the wanting to see Oz’s face when he takes you and empties his balls into you.

  Seeing this man fall apart, lose his composure while inside Alister, would be an ego trip unlike any other.

  “How did you and Cassimer come by your information?” Oz asked, trailing his hand around Alister’s erection to coast down his hip and delve low on his inner thigh. He raked his nails toward Alister’s puckered, hairless sack.

  “What information?” Alister rasped.

  “Simsim. You must know where this discussion is going. The Adamo brothers would eventually locate the flaw that had crippled the Simsim Group.” He flicked his index finger, just nudging the underside of Alister’s balls.

  Alister shifted his hips…toward…away…he wasn’t sure. “Cassimer told me to add them to my investment portfolio immediately.”

  “And you obeyed a man who has the discipline of a child?” Oz asked.

  “I researched Simsim. I liked what it looked like on the global market, the innovative practices and the security of its relationships. Until I told him about your company, he didn’t know you existed.”

  “I thought you weren’t going to share information,” Oz reminded with a lift of his lips.

  “You haven’t asked anything you couldn’t figure out for yourselves. I’ve done nothing wrong.”

  Oz sighed. “I believe you. But we aren’t really here because of your interest in Simsim, are we? We’re here because of Cassimer.”

  “I told you. He invested because of what I found out.” Most schemes Uncle Cassimer was involved in backfired.

  “That’s not the whole story is it? My brothers act first and think later. Cain is smart, but he lets his anger rule him. I did some research of my own after the fall of our family company. Someone traded fifty-five percent of his invested stock the day before Simsim crashed. The massive trade created panic.”

  “From what I heard, it had to do with Simsim on the verge of declaring bankruptcy,” Alister lied. “I thought Simsim had potential. I shared the information with Cassimer who did his own research and insisted I buy. I did. Then I sold and so did he.”

  “You sold well before he did. You sold a normal parcel of stock. Cassimer held fifty-five percent of all company stock. How? My brothers and I have equal shares with a majority portion going to the board. That’s fifteen percent per brother and another forty distributed among the board and shareholders. How did he obtain twenty-five percent of the holdings?”

  Alister felt his throat tighten uncomfortably. “He held a board majority,” he whispered, understanding dawned.

  “And now you understand our concern. Insider trading or theft,” Oz said, coolly.

  “Can you prove it?”

  A slow smile curved Oz’s lush lips. A dark sparkle lit his eyes as his hand slid around Alister’s shaft and took a suggestive pump. Alister tried not to groan, but the warm wide palm and dry friction to the underside of his cock won the battle for him, and Oz chuckled, satisfied in his position of power.

  “Why do you think you’re here?” Oz asked. His voice dipped huskily lower.

  The question seemed almost unrelated to their previous discussion. It could have been the slow stroke of palm creases on Alister’s straining cock that disjointed thoughts. Insider trading accusations seemed completely unrelated to the rising urgency tightening his balls.

  Alister’s gaze locked on the sultry lips of his tormentor, silently wishing them to wrap around his dick and suck with unholy ardor. God, he wanted to fuck that mouth, stare into those mahogany eyes when they glazed over.

  The stroking stopped. “I asked you a question, Baban.”

  He had? Alister thought for a moment, mentally brushing past the fog of Eros and dipping into the vague well of understanding. Insider trading. Cassimer. Oh, yeah. “You think I’ll give you something to hang Cassimer,” Alister said, or rather, panted.

  Cool sweat broke across his brow. Orgasm thwarted, his balls protested and his cock felt insanely sensitive to the heat of Oz’s stilled palm.

  “That’s right.” Oz resumed a painfully languid stroke. His thumb came up and swirled over Alister’s engorged tip before rubbing sharply over the weeping slit. Alister shuddered, his hips and buttocks flexed on the fine edge of anticipation. Tingles warmed like ticklish waves at his upper thighs to crash together on the sensitive skin beneath his balls.

  Oblivious to the desperation of Alister’s body, Oz stroked, swirled, stopped without pattern. Alister’s chest tightened and he thought his heart would explode as every almost-touch nearly sent him to blessed climax only to withdraw it from him at the critical point of pleasure. He hung there on a thread at Oz’s whim. Alister wanted it. Whatever Oz needed from him couldn’t be as important as shooting cum at the encouragement of seductive eyes and baritone voice.

  “Who did Cassimer buy shares from?” Oz asked. His words were barely a counterpoint to the throbbing in Alister’s body, a mere side-note in orgasmic demand.

  “Buy? I—I don’t know.”

  Alister’s body went hot and cold at the same time. Oz lowered his face and blew on Alister’s tip. He strained at the ties holding his wrists and ankles. He tried to buck toward the teasing stream of air, but his hips couldn’t lift high enough to reac
h.

  “Just ask. You’re begging me for it in every other way. Just say the words, Alister. Surely, your pride won’t mind a short lapse,” Oz taunted.

  “Fuck you,” he bit out half-heartedly.

  Oz released Alister’s penis and placed his hands flat on either side of the desperate cock. Heat seeped to Alister’s hipbones, making the sudden indifference to his hard-on all the more obvious. Oz pushed him to the bed. His thumbs slipped down into the thigh crevice and parted Alister’s ass.

  Alister’s balls jostled as the peritoneal flesh stretched. Cool air touched Alister and awakened new needs. “Cassimer doesn’t tell me his business, and I don’t ask,” he said, feeling frantic for release.

  Oz dipped out of sight. Hot, wet, flickering pleasure lapped from Alister’s fluttering hole, up the short sensitive strip to his balls, along the center seam and the length of Alister’s cock. He watched in fascination as Oz’s tongue darted into the slit before disappearing again behind luscious smiling lips.

  “You can do better than that, Alister.”

  Chapter Four

  Alister’s cock gleamed with pre-cum at the tip, and Oz fought the urge to take another lick. The underside of his captive’s penis had been blazing hot and thick with full ropey extension. The man was aroused. His balls were going to turn blue if he didn’t provide answers soon. So were Oz’s.

  Oz rubbed his hips on the edge of the mattress, trying to relieve some of the pressure. It felt good, and he did it again, wishing it was the rigid dick inches from Oz’s face he rubbed on and not a cushioned surface. He wanted to feel muscles, sweat, and the agony of pleasure moving underneath him. He fucking wanted Alister.

  “Where did you get your information?” Maybe Alister didn’t even know he had the information Oz needed. He certainly seemed unaware he had the body Oz needed. Maybe Oz would steal another lick.

  The tip of his tongue teased the soft ‘v’ at the top underside of where Alister’s shaft met crown. That was his favorite spot, and it appeared Alister appreciated the wet nudge as well. Oz had to press the man’s hips down again.

  Climbing between Alister’s splayed legs, Oz settled himself in to appreciate the view. Taut nipples stabbed at the air. Alister’s golden skin rolled over delineated ribs and back with quickly drawing lungs. Oz traced the flare on either side of his favorite ‘v’ and watched with pleasure as Alister’s muscled abdomen caved at the abruptly expanded chest.

  Oz circled a forefinger on Alister’s wet tip, watched the man’s eyes close as he hung on to pride, then Oz used his moistened finger to stroke the puckered hole as it contracted and released in needy shivers. Alister groaned long and ragged.

  “Ask,” Oz commanded. “Or tell. I’m really not particular at this point. Either answer will suffice until I need the next one.” God, he hoped the man would break soon. Otherwise, Alister’s restraint might bring Oz to his knees in whimpering sobs.

  “At a café. Heard some guys talking,” Alister panted.

  About fucking time, Oz thought. He grabbed Alister’s thick shaft in his fist and brought it to his lips. Darting out his tongue to taste him first, Oz sank his mouth over the head of Alister’s cock.

  Alister cried out like a man tormented. He pushed his hips against the still restraining hand flattening him to the mattress.

  The head was so hot. So wide and firm. Oz moaned, the sound coming from deep in his chest, the relief of pent-up longing and self-denial.

  “More. Please,” Alister begged, the words dragged from his throat as though they’d been taken from him reluctantly.

  Oz smiled. Information and a slip in pride. That did deserve a reward.

  Alister couldn’t look away from the plush lips engulfing his cock. “Fuck,” he whispered as he watched himself disappear into the depths of Oz’s mouth, felt himself tap and slide past the back of his throat. Black hair trailed over Oz’s wide shoulders to tumble against Alister’s thighs and balls when his aquiline nose finally buried into Alister’s trimmed curls.

  The man swallowed, and Alister’s vision dimmed around the edges. Warm waves of tingling pressure broke into a tidal wave of molten lust that flowed relentlessly toward the epicenter of sensation. Alister tried to pump upward. Oz held him in place, having moved his hand across Alister’s body to pin him between well-muscled forearm and mattress.

  Alister shouted. Oz moved, sliding his mouth up the shaft and almost off before sinking and swallowing Alister whole. The pressure in his balls built, drew on them tightly and painfully. Unseen fingers stroked his sack, nudged them, rolled the hidden orbs in time to Oz’s pliant sucking mouth and squeezing throat.

  The tip of something—a finger—invaded his hole and Alister’s whole existence fell aside to the orgasmic drive. Nothing else mattered.

  Their gazes met. Oz’s rich brown eyes smoldered, showing he enjoyed watching Alister get-off as much as Alister enjoyed receiving. Pleasure streaked through Alister’s balls, clouding his perceptions, but he thought he saw fierce pride and desire in Oz’s look.

  Alister’s attention fled as synapses fired and blood roared in his ears, sweeping him into the lava embrace of soul-melting orgasm. Cum exploded up his shaft into Oz’s mouth, which hummed in pleasure, sucking and swallowing until the last spurt wrenched from Alister’s body.

  “Impressive,” Oz murmured. Between soft tonguing pets to Alister’s obedient balls and a flick against his asshole, Oz continued to praise him. “Musky, rich, better than fine wine.”

  Alister was speechless. Still breathing heavily, he wasn’t sure he could form thoughts into words yet, anyway. Except, possibly, to plead for the pleasure of tasting Oz’s cock in return.

  Oz nuzzled Alister’s sack and, impossibly, his sated cock twitched. Oz chuckled, flashing his white teeth behind Alister’s already filling dick.

  “Want more, do you?” Oz asked, not seeming the least bit disappointed.

  “You’re still dressed,” Alister said hoarsely. If he’d had a hand free, he’d have smacked himself. Idiot, way to play coy.

  Oz lifted a brow. “You want me naked?”

  Hell, yeah. But how did he say that without sounding like a whining virgin? He wanted the chance to put screaming ecstasy on Oz’s face so Oz couldn’t deny he wanted Alister just as badly.

  Oz rose up on his knees between Alister’s thighs. He began unbuttoning his dress shirt, but stopped halfway down with a shrug. “Well, if it isn’t important to you—”

  “Strip,” Alister interrupted.

  “I’m glad you aren’t pretending you like women. That can be so bothersome, and interferes with a perfectly executed thrust.”

  “I don’t publicize it.”

  “But you’re gay,” Oz finished for him. “As am I.”

  “Yeah, I didn’t overlook the proof.”

  Oz eyed Alister’s partial erection. “I didn’t either. Before we brought you here, I had feared you might be straight. I reviewed your career in old articles. There aren’t many, but never heard about a boyfriend.”

  “Or a girlfriend. What did you think you’d accomplish if I had turned out to be straight?” Alister asked.

  “I had hoped to persuade you into what just happened. If you hadn’t seemed interested, the stripping of your clothes would have been more useful for Jeret’s talents, though much less pleasurable.”

  “Fuck me, or fuck me up. I get it.”

  Oz’s expression soured slightly, but he motioned to his shirtfront. Alister nodded and Oz resumed where he’d left off. Each button exposed another inch of tanned, hairless flesh. Lean and sculpted abs followed pecks. A tight, dark bellybutton made Alister think of other tight holes, and his flagging erection flagged no more.

  Oz straddled Alister’s thigh, then moved to his side. Alister lifted his head to look over at him. He didn’t want to miss a moment of revelation. Shirt opened, Oz pulled the tails from his trousers, removed it, wadded it up, and threw it toward the chair Alister had first occupied. Then he loosened the belt. Al
ister didn’t need to see the missing underwear band to know Oz went commando. The beautifully outlined cock-head and bowed shaft told him all he needed to know through the sturdy woven cotton of tailored pants.

  “Who was at the café?” Oz asked. He took the zipper between his thumb and forefinger, flipping it back and forth at his bulging, hidden cock.

  “I don’t know.”

  “I don’t believe you,” Oz said darkly. He dropped a hand between Alister’s raised arm and head, coming down to look Alister in the eyes. “Only a fool would run off and buy up stock based on the word of an untried stranger.”

  Beneath drawn brows, brown eyes searched his. Oz’s full lips, so recently employed with Alister’s cock, twitched downward in thought. Alister could smell himself on his breath, mixed with the faint trace of toothpaste and warm breath. What did Oz’s mouth taste like now?

  He’d barely had an inkling when Oz pulled away last time and Alister wanted more. He’d hoped he could control his captor despite his own restraints, but Oz controlled him. Alister wasn’t sure that was bad.

  “Who?” Oz asked, his voice dropping seductively as his gaze traveled appreciatively over Alister’s face.

  “What’s my reward?” Alister countered, cocking an eyebrow.

  Amusement lit his captor’s eyes and he thought he saw the beginnings of a smile. “Reward?”

  The way his lips rounded over the word sidetracked Alister into thinking about kissing again. Damn it. He tried to drag his mind back into the sensual but serious game they played.

  “I let you suck my cock, and now you want information. I think I deserve a reward.”

  Oz’s bark of laughter surprised them both. Alister struggled to keep his expression flat.

  “And what reward would you ask?”

  Alister wanted those lips. On his. Now. Those laughing, teasing, maddening, seducing lips locked on his and opened for him to delve inside and taste the man who’s gentle mockery made Alister want to tell Oz everything he knew.