by Tara Lain
Why the hell was he staring at her? Unlike his erstwhile boyfriend, he had no interest in women in any sexual or romantic sense. Never had. But what was she doing here?
She filled a glass from a spigot of filtered water.
Her head went back, so he assumed she was drinking. Suddenly she turned toward him, and he was staring into brilliant blue eyes. “Did you want some water too?”
Her voice was soft and low. A lilt suggested moonlight and magnolias.
“Uh, sure. Yes. I’d like some.”
She reached into a cabinet like she owned the place, pulled out a glass, and filled it from the spigot. Micah watched the play of muscles across the low back of her dress. Then she turned with the water glass extended. Man, what a beauty. Delicate, sculptured features—wide eyes, soft lips, a pointed chin—all surrounded by the velvet blanket of smooth gold hair.
Micah stared and… stared. Beautiful face. Beautiful Adam’s apple.
“You’re a guy.”
She… uh… he smiled. “Of course. Why else would I be here, sugah?” The “why” sounded like “wha” and the “I” like “ah.”
Micah grinned. “Excellent question. You’re quite convincing as a woman. And very beautiful.” Jesus, his body didn’t care what the guy was. Total turn-on. Who knew he’d get excited over a cross-dresser?
“Thank you, kind sir. So are you.”
Micah stuck out his hand. “I’m Micah.”
He took it. His skin was so soft Micah could barely feel it except for the warmth that flowed straight to his balls. He smiled. “I’m called Queen.”
“But you’re not a queen, are you? I mean, a drag queen?”
He smiled. Hell, it was practically demure. “No. Just a man who likes to wear women’s clothes sometimes.”
Micah was out of his depth here, but he felt willing to drown. “Like a transvestite?”
Queen sipped his water. “I prefer to avoid labels. I only get the chance to dress up occasionally. I’m perfectly happy in men’s clothes as well.”
Micah smiled. “It’s confusing.”
Queen looked up through his lashes, which were darker than his hair. “How so?”
“I’m not usually attracted to women.”
“Ah, but I’m not a woman.” He took Micah’s hand that wasn’t holding the glass and pulled it to his crotch. Not demure at all. And oh baby. A big hard lump pressed through the silk against Micah’s palm. Whatever that thing was that drag queens wore under their clothes to disguise their cock, Queen wasn’t wearing it. Micah squeezed gently, and Queen’s eyes closed.
“God, I have to stop thinking of you as a woman.” He squeezed again, and a soft moan slipped out of Queen’s lips. “This doesn’t feel at all feminine.”
Queen leaned forward and raised his lips to Micah’s ear. “Why don’t we go somewhere, uh, more public?” His eyes glanced over Micah’s shoulder.
He’d forgotten about the caterers. Surely they were preapproved by Yancy. Still. He took Queen’s hand and walked out the kitchen door.
In the living room and out by the pool, the party had gotten into full swing. A guy leaned over a footstool, and two other men took turns hammering his ass while he wailed and other guys stood around stroking their erections. Just as Yancy promised, the condoms were flying. Micah had never seen a porn movie this out of control.
But God, it was sexy! Palms-sweating and cock-aching sexy.
He tightened his grip on Queen and pulled him to the hallway. The hall made a turn, and Micah bumped into a guy leaning against the wall while another guy deep-throated his cock. Transfixed, he stared at the cock disappearing into that wet mouth and then reappearing all shiny and dripping. Both men moaned and mewled as they worked. Micah’s balls tightened and black dots floated in front of his eyes. It felt like he was getting the blowjob. Could a human be this turned on and survive?
He looked at Queen, who stared just as fixedly with a little smile on his lips. His blue eyes flicked up to Micah’s. “Do you like that?”
“Hell yes.”
“My, so do I. Want me to blow you?”
Kee-erap. In twenty-six years of being gay, he’d never gotten such a direct invitation. “Yes.”
Queen smiled like he’d just asked Micah to a garden party. He pulled on Micah’s hand, skirted past the very involved couple, and peeked into the first bedroom they came to.
“Unh, unh, unh. Oh baby.” Queen looked up and smiled. “No privacy there.”
The next bedroom door was closed and locked.
They looked into the third and found six guys on a king-size bed all sucking on each other. Micah trembled. If he stuck his hands in his pants and jerked off, nobody would even care. Except maybe Queen. Queen stepped in front of Micah and pushed him against a closed door at the end of the hall. “This place is busier than a billy goat’s ass in a pepper patch. Looks like we don’t get privacy, sugah.” Queen dropped to his knees, ripped down the zipper in Micah’s jeans, and had his throbbing penis out of its hidey-hole and into his mouth on the count of three.
“Whoa!”
“Ummmm.” Queen sucked like a pool cleaner. Oh. My. God. No way Micah could last more than a second. Never, never had he received head like this. Those red-painted lips left pink stains on his cock as it slipped in and out of Queen’s mouth. Queen’s tongue caressed the head and tickled the frenulum as those lips did a vacuum move on Micah’s shaft. Oh God, never let it stop.
But no. He didn’t want to come like this. He knew what he’d been missing and, damn, he wanted it. He ran his hands through Queen’s silky hair. “Wait. Wait. Can I, uh, fuck you? I’ve got condoms and lube.” He took a breath. “If it’s too fast, I totally understand.”
Queen’s blue eyes looked up. He popped Micah’s cock from that fantastic mouth. “Most gentlemen seem to prefer oral.”
“Yeah, well, I’d really love to fuck you if you’re into it. Otherwise, suck me and then I’ll suck you.”
Queen stood up, smoothing the red dress over a very prominent bulge. “You certain?”
Jeez. Why did he want to explain? Micah pressed both hands to either side of Queen’s beautiful face. “I don’t know if you care, but I’m not promiscuous. I’ve been with one guy for a year, and before that was a long dry spell. I just came to this party because he cheated on me and we split. I was pissed off and wanted to do something stupid. But the idea of having real sex with you is about the sexiest, most incredible thing I’ve ever thought of. If you’ll have me.”
Queen smiled. “And you’re about the sweetest thing I ever did see. In case you care, I’ve never been to one of Yancy’s parties before. I’m new in town and mostly just wanted to wear my dress somewhere safe. But I think getting fucked by you, darlin’, would be the best thing ever.”
Micah’s smile was so huge it stretched his cheeks. “Come on.”
“Where?”
Micah reached back and opened the door he was leaning against. He glanced inside. Yes! “It’s a bathroom and I didn’t think I heard anyone in it.” He pulled Queen into the large slate-floored room with a long wooden vanity and bowl sinks. Micah closed and locked the door after them. “There. Alone at last.”
His cock, still sticking out of his jeans, throbbed and bobbed. Funny, he felt kind of shy now by himself with this beautiful creature.
Queen stepped in front of him and took two small steps to press his hips against Micah’s leaking cock.
Micah chuckled. “Careful. Don’t want to stain your beautiful dress.”
Queen’s lips came up by Micah’s ear and one hand grasped Micah’s dick. “I want you to stain me and muss me. Ride me and put me up wet, darlin’.”
“Damn.” He grabbed Queen’s head and closed his mouth over those luscious lips. Oh sweet. Queen melted against Micah and wrapped his arms tight around Micah’s waist as his mouth opened and received hot tongue. Sweet God, could he get deep enough? Micah pressed his tongue in and out, in and out, while their hips surged together. Micah rip
ped his mouth away. “Oh God. Gotta fuck.” He pulled lube and condoms from his back pocket as Queen turned around and bent over the counter. Micah gasped at that red butt pointed at him. He pulled the dress up over Queen’s back and found a gorgeous, hard-muscled ass outlined by a black-and-red thong. “You are kidding me. That is so gorgeous.”
“You like, sugah?”
“Sweet heaven. You’re beautiful.”
“Then get that cock in me, darlin’. I’m dyin’ here.”
Queen reached back and pulled at the thong. Oh God. The red lace slid down slim muscled thighs and two gorgeous, pearly white, completely shaved balls fell down in the space between his legs.
Micah could barely breathe. “You weren’t kidding about being a man.”
Queen raised a hand to his front and pushed a big cock down between the balls so Micah could see the head and several inches of shaft. “That man enough for you?”
Micah leaned over and kissed that silky butt.
Queen whimpered. Micah pulled back. “That’s my beautiful target.” He pulled his jeans down to his ankles along with his briefs and stepped out of them. Queen gazed over his shoulder while Micah stroked himself like a porn star. What had gotten into him?
Queen handed him a condom and lube packet he’d opened with his teeth. Micah fitted the condom, then poured some lube in his palm, scooped two fingers worth, and pressed it into Queen’s puckered hole.
“Ooooh, yes.” The pretty butt waggled. “More, please.”
He pressed in while Queen moaned. God, it was hot and tight. He might pass out. “I gotta get in there.”
“Yes, darlin’, yes.”
Micah slathered his cock and pressed against the hole. Just as he pushed, Queen shoved back on him, and in one flash his dick buried to the hilt in sweet hotness. “Holy shit!”
He couldn’t push hard enough, and it seemed like Queen felt the same. They banged against each other, balls flying.
Oh God, he wanted to see Queen’s face. “Wait.” He pulled out and Queen wailed. Micah turned Queen’s body around and lifted him up on the counter, ripped the thong off, and threw it on the toilet lid. He dragged Queen to the edge, grabbed his own cock, and positioned it.
Queen got the idea. He put a hand on Micah’s dick and directed it, then wrapped his legs, still wearing four-inch stilettos, around Micah’s waist. Micah held him up and began to thrust wildly. Queen’s cock rubbed against Micah’s belly, leaving hot trails of precum. His eyes closed, red lips parted, and the golden hair flew around his head as Micah hammered and hammered.
Micah screamed. Hell, who cared? Half the house was screaming. “Oh God, this feels so good. So good.”
“Yes, darlin’. Oh sweeeeeeet.” Hot streams burst out of that very masculine cock all over Micah’s belly and shirt.
Fire! Straight from his balls into his cock and out in jets of semen, pouring into the condom buried in the hottest ass he’d ever known. His vision went dark, then light, and the orgasm seemed to spread from his cock to every cell in his legs and arms. Sweet God, it wouldn’t stop.
He fell forward to get Queen’s butt back on the counter so he didn’t drop him and then pressed his face into that lightly perfumed neck. “What have you done to me?”
The soft, sultry voice murmured, “Just a little Southern hospitality, sugah.”
Breathing. No easy task. He kissed Queen gently below the crystal earring dangling from his lobe. “Any chance you’d like to go home with me and do that again?”
Not sure why he’d said that, but he could use a lot more sugar.
Silence.
Micah pulled back and looked into those blue eyes. They looked—what? Wary? Sad? Micah tried a smile. “Sorry if I overstepped.” He gently pulled his happy, depleted cock from that pink, shiny butt and disposed of his condom.
Queen shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. But I actually have to go. I have somewhere I need to be.”
“Another date?” He frowned.
“No, nothing like that.”
Hell, this was supposed to be a one-nighter. Or a not-even-one-nighter. He should let go. Still. He tossed the condom. “Any chance I could see you again?”
Micah got fixed with a steady blue gaze surrounded by mascaraed lashes. “Do you have something to write with?”
Micah patted his pockets and shook his head.
Queen grabbed a piece of tissue, then reached into the front of his dress and pulled out a lipstick. He wrote a number on the tissue and carefully folded it. “This is a private number. My life is complicated so I may answer or not. Either way, I loved meeting you and I loved this.” He leaned forward and kissed Micah gently on the lips. “Why don’t I go first, darlin’?” He bent down and grabbed his panties from the toilet top, tucked them in with the lipstick, gave a small wave, and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Micah looked down at his dangling cock and bare legs.
What in the hell just happened?
Chapter Three
QUEEN WALKED into his bedroom and kicked off his stilettos. Oh lordy, he wasn’t used to them, and his feet were aching. But hearts on fire, what a night. One for the record books for sure.
He unzipped the dress and tossed it in the basket of dry cleaning he kept at the back of his closet exclusively for Queen clothes. A front snap took care of the padded bra and the panties tucked into it. It had been sexy driving home with his bare cock brushing the silk of his dress. Of course, compared to his hookup with that hot guy, Micah, everything paled in sexiness.
Would he call? Did Queen want him to? Hell’s bells, he didn’t need any more complications in his life. He created enough of his own. But, oh my, that man was hot. Hard, hard, hard to resist.
He sat at his dressing table and carefully removed the blond wig—his very best. Everyone thought it was real. He put the wig on the stand and then stood and carried it to the back cabinet of his walk-in closet and tucked it away. Who knew when he’d get to pull it out next?
Back at the dressing table, he creamed his face to take off the makeup and ran a comb through his head of wheat-colored curls. He stared at his bare face. Even with no makeup and his own hair, he knew he could pass for a girl. Not such a glamorous one as Queen. More of an ingénue. He took out the earrings and put them in his jewelry box. Time for a shower.
After a quick wash off, he pulled on his khakis and a white long-sleeved shirt and walked through the condo to the back door. A down vest hung on a hook, ready for a quick grab, and he headed out across the walkway to the next-door condo. He glanced at his watch. Only eleven. He felt like Scrooge or something, living a whole bunch of lives in a few hours.
He put the key in the lock and entered the kitchen. The sound of the television drifted in from the parlor. He walked toward it. “Hi, NeeNee. Sorry to be so late. Ready for bed?”
Mary Beth Allerton Darby looked up from her place on the sofa. “Hi, darlin’. Did you have a good time tonight?”
“I did, thank you, ma’am. Someone got their hair done today.”
His grandmother patted the curls she had passed on to future generations. The wheat color shared space with a lot of silver, but the face-framing style looked young and current. “Thank you for noticin’.” She patted the sofa and put the volume on mute. “Come tell me about your evening.”
Oops. He hated lying to his grandmother, but that wasn’t as bad as being a disappointment. “I went to a party at a friend’s house. He called it anti-Valentine’s Day. For all the people he knows who are unpartnered at this time of year.”
“How very cynical of him.” She laughed. “But I am delighted that you are making friends. How did you meet?”
“At a coffee shop.” The Shell gay bar probably served coffee. “We struck up a conversation.”
“How nice. But you left the party early. I could have gotten myself to bed. I am still fully capable.”
“I know, dear, but I enjoy helping you. Humor me.” It was true. Mary Beth pretty much defined his heart
. She was the only parent he’d known since he was small. How he wished he could have been the man she wanted him to be, but that train had left. So doing small things for her was the best he could manage.
“Why don’t you invite him over sometime?”
“Umm. It’s not a close friendship, dear. I wouldn’t want to expose you to someone I barely know.” Like a rich gay guy who threw Valentine’s Day orgies.
“You know best.”
“Time for bed?”
“Yes, that would be wonderful. And you get some rest too.” She put her hand on his cheek. “You look a little tired.”
Oh my, if she only knew.
OH NO, not Tim Croner too. Micah tried to look nonchalant, sitting on the bench as he stared across PCH at the line outside Charismatic Cupcakes. At least ten people waited patiently to be poisoned. The place was a veritable cesspool of bad nutrition that bunches of his customers were queued up to dive into.
Shoot. He’d planned to walk over, slip surreptitiously into the store, and try to get a look at this paragon of an owner the girls had told him about. Maybe Micah could explain to this Quentin what he was trying to accomplish with his regular customers and how eating a cupcake in the middle of a feeding-and-fasting cycle would undo a lot of good work. Maybe the guy would listen. Huh, fat chance.
But no way was he going in there if his customers were hanging around. The four-lane road between him and the shop made seeing into the window pretty much impossible, but he got a good look at the people anxiously waiting outside for the white-flour-and-sugar bombs.
Oh hell, no use obsessing. He got up and started walking up the block toward the Place. Speaking of obsessing, should he or should he not call Queen?