by Lynn Stark
They were fueling Deacon’s passion. Heat was flashing through him, and his balls were tightening. When he felt the shiver run over his skin, he knew he was close to coming.
“Baby, I’m about to come.” It was a half-hearted warning. He was giving Neville the choice of swallowing his cum or allowing him to hold off until Deacon could be buried deep in his silky dark channel. “Oh, fuck, baby!” he shouted as the head of his cock hit the back of Neville’s throat and his nose buried itself in the curly hairs at the base of Deacon’s cock.
The forces that allowed Deacon to stand left him. His legs wobbled. Neville took one last slurp before he dropped and rolled across the bed. Deacon fell onto the bed beside him. Then he reached out to pull his smaller body close.
They were both beginning to get sweaty. Their scents were warming, filling the room. Deacon rolled to his side to look at Neville. The guy was staring up at the ceiling, panting. Deacon’s gaze focused on the swollen, most kissable lips on the planet. He suspected there would be days when he would want to do nothing but cuddle with Neville on the couch in front of the fire and kiss. That was it. Just kiss. A dozen kisses. A hundred kisses. Then a thousand more.
The depth of what he was feeling for Neville didn’t come as a surprise to Deacon. He had known that when he found the man for him, he would fall hard. Deacon stroked Neville’s flat stomach. It was smooth beneath his touch. Leaning in, he captured a brown-hued nipple between his lips, sucking until Neville was squirming and begging for more. His slender fingers twisted in Deacon’s hair, holding him close as he kissed his way to the other nipple.
Lifting his head to watch the expressions on Neville’s face, Deacon slid his hand down until he found Neville’s hard cock. Pre-cum smeared on his fingers before he wrapped them around the shaft. He stroked a couple of times before releasing the throbbing dick and exploring beyond, finding his rewards of smooth balls and a tight asshole. Neville’s slender legs pulled up, and his knees went wide, giving Deacon all the access he needed.
“Deacon! I need you to fuck me!”
Neville’s begging crushed the last of Deacon’s self-control. “Lube, baby. We need lots of lube.”
“In the table. Do you have condoms?”
“Around you? I haven’t gone without carrying them since we met.”
“Good to know. I’ll get the lube. You get the condoms. We’ll meet back here in ten seconds.”
As he laughed softly, Deacon got off the bed long enough to retrieve his jeans and the packets from the pockets. Then he was returning to his man with seconds to spare.
Chapter Eight
Although Neville trusted Deacon, he was still nervous as hell. He couldn’t recall ever being this nervous with a lover. Not even with the jerks. This time was new, different. It was special and he didn’t want to screw it up. He didn’t know how he would do that, but it was probably possible.
Neville watched as Deacon rolled the condom down the length of his magnificent cock. It was definitely the largest one he had encountered so up close and personal. His past lovers, whom he planned never to think about again after this moment, hadn’t come close to what Deacon was offering him.
Yeah, he would paint the ruggedly gorgeous man one day, Neville thought with a giggle. Dropping against the pillows, he pulled his legs back and spread them again, offering himself completely to Deacon.
“You’re gorgeous, baby. Just hold the pose.”
“I want to name it.”
“Name what?”
“Your dick.”
He grinned when Deacon choked on laughter. Looking up at him, he saw that his lover was experiencing something between being appalled and being amused.
Deacon tried to take control by pouring lube over his fingers and them pushing two of them into Neville’s tight hold. He sucked in his breath and forced himself to relax. Deacon’s strong fingers worked into him, stroking, teasing, until heat began to radiate throughout his body. His nipples puckered. Because he wanted to play with them, he put his ankles on Deacon’s broad shoulders. That tightened the access point for Deacon. Neville groaned and pinched his nipples hard.
“I think we should name it ‘the beast,’” he told Deacon in a thin voice.
“Baby, you can name it anything you want,” Deacon told him as he added a third finger. “But you will never hear me refer to my dick as anything other than ‘my dick’ or ‘my cock.’ Although I might throw ‘pecker’ in there from time to time.”
Neville nearly came off the bed when Deacon stroked his gland and a sensation seemingly akin to electricity, shot through him. His balls tightened, warning him that his orgasm was close. Coming was the destination. However, he was more interested in the journey. He stared at the ruggedly handsome face of the man above him, as Deacon withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock. Neville pushed out as he pushed in. He caught his breath as he felt the wonder of the moment.
Their gazes locked, and neither of them looked away.
The rush of pleasure was heady, overwhelming, and something he had never experienced until this moment with Deacon. His blood rushed through his veins. Neville gasped again as he began to feel both unfamiliar and intensely pleasurable sensations.
“Oh, fuck me with that beast!” Neville cried as Deacon bottomed out. Neville was folded nearly in half. Deacon was braced on his arms, holding his upper body away as he looked down at him. “Fuck, I’ve never felt so full. I feel like you’re going to split me in half.”
Deacon rearranged his arms and Neville’s legs. He was then able to wrap them around the man’s powerful, muscled torso.
A kiss was pressed to his lips. “You’re good for my ego, baby. Now, hold on, I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
The thought was enough to push Neville closer to the edge. He forced himself to think about bunnies and butterflies for a few seconds, until he got himself under control again. Deacon began to move. His cock was pulled out until all but the head was inside Neville’s body, before it was sheathed once more in his dark channel. The process was repeated until his toes began to curl. He locked his ankles across Deacon’s lower back.
One deep breath followed another as Neville tried to remain in control. His cock slapped his belly with each of Deacon’s powerful thrusts, his balls crushed by Deacon’s tight abdomen. It was the beginning to the end. Beads of sweat dripped onto his hot skin. Neville had little hope of holding off his orgasm. When a man was lucky enough to find a lover like Deacon, one so tempting, as well as skilled, they finally had to accept that they were powerless.
Cum erupted from Neville in spurts of pearly white ropes that landed on his chest and a bit on his chin. It was almost embarrassing, the amount covering him. With the exception of the one time he’d come while Deacon spanked him, it would appear as if he hadn’t come in years.
His orgasm triggered something in Deacon as his inner muscles clamped around Deacon’s cock. The man growled. Actually growled, sending a primal thrill through Neville. Then Deacon was pounding away at his ass as if his life depended upon it. Neville held on to the powerful forearms for all he was worth, as he stared up at the face above his.
The hardening of the dick in his ass was the only warning he got that Deacon was about to come. Then cum was pumping into Neville. He could feel the heat of it through the condom. Deacon’s flesh throbbed, sending tiny shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Neville trembled violently as another orgasm unexpectedly shot through him.
Deacon collapsed on top of him. Neville’s legs unlocked and fell away as his hands eased their death grip on the man’s muscular forearms. Their hearts thundered in their chests as they both began to recover. He grimaced when Deacon’s softening dick slipped free. Deacon reached between them and caught the top of the condom, before moving away and off the bed.
Neville closed his eyes as he listened to Deacon moving around in the attached bathroom. The water ran for several seconds before being shut off. Then Deacon was returni
ng. Neville turned his head on the pillow and opened his eyes. His gaze was admiring as it looked the man over. As it lingered on his dick, Neville had a hard time believing it had fit in his ass. Even soft, the beast was impressive.
Deacon had him lie still as he wiped him down with a wet cloth and dried him with the towel he had brought with him from the bathroom. Once he was finished, he tossed them aside and got back into bed before turning off the light.
He couldn’t see a thing until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. It didn’t matter. Warm, firm lips touched place after place on his face. Neville moaned and giggled. The new growth of beard covering Deacon’s strong jaw scraped his skin. He didn’t mind. It was just one more thing to heighten his awareness of the man making love to him.
As their sucking and nibbling on each other increased, Neville moved so that he was draped over Deacon’s torso. He wiggled his hips, enjoying how his dick and nuts rubbed against the hair-covered skin. It felt good. Real good.
When something tapped his ass, he knew that the beast was reawakening. “Oooh, I think someone’s happy to see me.”
“I’m always happy to see you, baby.” Deacon’s strong hands stroked along his sides, caressing his overheated skin, until they reached the mounds of his ass. His long fingers curved over them, giving them a playful squeeze. “I think it’s about time we got some sleep, don’t you?”
“What about this?”
Neville scooted back, wiggling suggestively. The head of Deacon’s cock pressed against his quivering hole. A repeat of what they had just done wasn’t something he would say no to, even if he was a bit tender. Deacon had rocked his world. It was worth a little discomfort.
Deacon laughed. Moving, he rolled onto his side, taking Neville with him so that they were facing each other. “My dick’s not going to fall off if we don’t have sex again until morning.”
Reaching between them, Neville stroked the length. He was still impressed. “I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“Baby, I think sleeping with you in my arms all night will be as exciting as making love to you. Now,” he whispered against Neville’s lips, “let’s find out if it’s true.”
How could he say no to that? He couldn’t. It was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to him. Closing his eyes, he sighed as Deacon kissed him gently, slowly, until he felt all of the growing sexual tension seep out of him. He relaxed into the mattress and yawned.
As he fell asleep, Neville decided Deacon was perfect.
* * * *
Having a relationship with Neville was unlike anything Deacon had expected or could have imagined. They got along very well. Neville didn’t have classes the last two weeks of December. At some point they realized they would be spending their first Christmas together. Deacon didn’t know how that fact had completely slipped by them before it too late to shop and decorate.
Neville’s energy was something to get used to. He woke up in the mornings as if someone had flipped a switch, and it didn’t lessen as the day progressed. Neville behaved as if he drank endless cups of coffee. The guy was on a natural high almost all of the time. It influenced his life in all sorts of ways, from the way he brushed his teeth to the way he created his art. Neville was just quirky in the most wonderful ways possible. Deacon loved it and him.
So when they went to choose a tree for their apartment, he wasn’t surprised when Neville had to encircle each one and examine it from all angles. They looked at nearly a dozen trees before Neville was satisfied with his choice. It was a tall tree and appeared to be slender. Deacon knew that could change. He hoped the branches didn’t relax and spread too much after it warmed, otherwise they would be in trouble for space. Once the tree was bundled up for easy transport and handling, they put it in the back of the truck.
“This is so cool!” Neville said enthusiastically as they climbed up into the truck’s warmed cab. He all but crawled across the console to wrap his arms around Deacon’s neck and kiss him soundly. “You do so much to make my life special. That’s not why I love you, but I want you to know I appreciate the things you do.”
Just when Deacon didn’t believe he could love Neville more than he already did, the man gave him another reason to be grateful to whatever power had brought them together.
“It’s the same for me,” he told Neville. “You’ve brought something special to my life.”
Neville kissed him again before he dropped back into his seat and buckled up.
However, their life together wasn’t all sunshine and sweetness. Deacon was now part of Neville’s support system. He was more than happy to do it. He was proud to help the man he loved through the rough times, when he was feeling the cravings for drugs. They went to therapy together and to the group meetings. Their lives were completely entwined now, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Although Deacon wasn’t happy about it, he let Neville talk him out of having bodyguards. He supposed that made sense. There hadn’t been any sign of the Bellum brothers in weeks. While there was a warrant out for their arrests, it was believed they had moved out of the area. That was definitely a good thing. Still, Deacon found it difficult to relax. His protective nature, especially where Neville was concerned, was locked in.
The drive home took less than ten minutes, Neville all but bouncing in his seat as they drove through town. Once they arrived in the lot behind the gallery, they parked in their spot and began unloading the truck. Neville took the bags of ornaments and lights they had purchased while Deacon got the tree out of the back. He shook off as much snow as he could before taking it inside. He knew he would have to run a mop over the stairs and the hall floor.
By the time he was in the apartment with the tree, Neville had towels spread out on the floor around the tree stand. One of their purchases had been a small hand saw. Deacon made a fresh cut to the tree trunk before putting it in the stand. Neville crawled around on the floor so he could turn the screws to hold the tree in place. Then he was filling the stand with water from the jug he had filled before they left to shop.
Once he was finished Deacon cut the netting surrounding the tree, allowing the branches to begin to settle. Neville clapped and cheered. Watching him was a delight for Deacon. The man’s exuberance for life was incredible. He had explained it once, telling Deacon that when his life had been all about drugs and nothing else, he had seen his life from the bottom of a deep, dark pit. He had felt helpless, as if he had nowhere else to go, that he had not only given up on life, it had given up on him.
That had been when Neville knew he needed to get himself to help. Deacon knew he had earned this moment and so many more. “Okay. Let’s leave the tree to do whatever it is trees do, while we make supper.”
“Sure. Is the sheriff working tonight?”
Deacon looked suspiciously at Neville. “It’s Tuesday. You know he is. Why?”
Neville began stripping off his clothes. “No reason. Do you mind if I go paint for a while?”
Swallowing so he didn’t drool, Deacon admired the parts of Neville he could see. “No, I don’t mind. Be warned, however, that if Tim calls to ask me if you’re wearing clothes or not, you’ll be punished.”
Neville gave him a grin and a thumbs-up. Then he was laughing and hurrying across the room to where his studio was set up behind the decorative screens that divided the space from the rest of the apartment.
There was never a dull moment when Neville was around. He definitely kept Deacon on his toes. As he made supper, he waited for Tim’s call. He knew what his naughty lover wanted. They hadn’t played with everything they had bought at Totally Discreet during their first visit. Neville had also bought a couple of smaller items, bragging about his employee discount as he showed Deacon the nipple clamps and pink leather cock ring.
Neville claimed he loved his job. One of the rules was that he couldn’t discuss customers or their purchases, so there wasn’t any sharing once he got home from work. However, if the flushed skin, as well as the demand that
Deacon fuck him as soon as he walked into the apartment, were anything to go by, some kinky things were being purchased by Totally Discreet’s clientele.
“Honey buns?” Neville called from his “studio.”
Deacon smiled. “Yes, dear?”
“Can we have Jessica and Daniel over for supper sometime next week?”
Jessica and Daniel were Totally Discreet’s owners. Someone had once told Deacon they were lovers, but he had never seen anything romantic take place between them. In fact, he rarely saw them in public together, which would be odd if they were a couple. Having worked part time at the Silver Edge, Deacon did know Daniel spent time on level four of the members-only sex club. The level catered to those who enjoyed a BDSM lifestyle. He suspected Daniel didn’t have a permanent Dom. It was a good place for him to find a Dom for a short period of time. The participants were closely monitored. Safety was a priority.
“Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!”
Startled, Deacon spun around to see Neville running across the apartment toward him. “Hide. Turn off the lights. Don’t answer the door.”
Neville ran past Deacon and disappeared down the hallway just as his phone rang, the mounds of his ass jiggling temptingly. Deacon shook his head, grinning as he pulled the phone out of his pocket and swiped a finger over the screen. “Hey, boss, what’s up?”
“I’m on my way up.”
“I believe I’m supposed to tell you that we’re not home.”
“Your little nut job just waved to me as he hung out the window.”
How had he missed that? Neville was getting sneaky. He really did need his ass warmed.
Deacon was tempted to claim ignorance, if only to annoy his boss. “Come on up.” There was no avoiding talking to Tim. He was as tough and no-nonsense as his predecessor, Grayson Evans.