by Willa Okati
“You little devil!”
“Thought we’d already decided I came straight from hell, bent on tempting a man past his limits.” Alex didn’t release Dylan’s hair. “I don’t care whether I’m on my back, my stomach, my side, or standing on my head. I want you inside me, and I want you there now. Do you understand me, or do I need to draw a map?”
Dylan grinned. “I already drew one.” He fairly smoldered with passion underneath his playfulness. “Open the bedside table and get out another condom.”
“Oh, the perks of the position,” Alex teased as he slid a drawer out, rummaged around, and came up with another condom that had the Amour Magique logo stamped on the silver. “Is this for you, or for me?”
“Me. You’re messy enough already. A shower’s going to fix you right up.”
“Mmm. Could you be convinced to join me?”
“Anything is possible, but then again, I think you’re already aware of that, aren’t you? I can read you already, Alex ‑‑ you never question anything and jump in with both feet.”
“Do I have to remind you how desperate I am?” Alex passed over the condom and reached down to pump his own erection, rewarded by a spasm of pleasure and a small drop of clear fluid welling from the tip. “Oh, yeah. Wouldn’t it be better if you were doing this for me?”
Dylan growled. “If I didn’t already have plans to fuck you out of your mind, I would have them now. On your hands and knees, Alex. I’m going to slam my cock into your ass until you’re sore but still screaming for more.”
“Now we’re talking.” Alex reached for another hard kiss, licked his lips, and scrambled gracefully into position. His ass high in the air, he glanced over his shoulder and lowered his eyelids. “Well? Don’t take all day.”
“Always in such a rush.”
“And that’s a bad thing? We’ve got to cram as much as we can, literally, into one night. So go ahead and stuff yourself inside of me.” Alex made a rumble in his throat. “Keep moving, Dylan. I want to feel that fat cock filling me up.”
He heard Dylan groan, then some muffled curses, and the sound of a condom wrapper tearing open. “Lube,” Dylan muttered, reaching over Alex into the drawer again.
“Does this have the Amour Magique logo as well?”
“Benefits of the rank, little one.”
“Mmm. If you could feel me ‑‑ and I wish you would ‑‑ you’d know that is the last thing I am.”
“Let me check.” Dylan’s hand snaked around to grip Alex’s cock, squeezing nicely firm. “Oh, no. My apologies. Not little at all.”
“Don’t go,” Alex pleaded when Dylan would have withdrawn.
“Just need to get you ready, that’s all. Then I’ll be back.” Alex heard the click of a tube opening, a squish, and Dylan rubbing his hands together to warm up the lubricant. Mmm, a considerate lover. Points in his favor.
He arched and hissed as Dylan’s fingers sought out his puckered hole. It’d been months, and he was aware that he’d be tight as a virgin again. He remembered exactly how to relax, though, and with a deep breath, he let his body open for Dylan to plunder within.
“Arr, matey. This is a fine booty I’ve discovered.”
Alex dissolved into giggles. “You smell like the sea, you say you come from the sea ... I’d better not be with a pirate. If a parrot appears on your shoulder, warn him to stay out of the way or he’ll be in for a special education.” He shut up as the hand that wasn’t stretching him open came around and began to rub his dick. “Oh, God, yes. That’s the way.”
“No parrots. Just you. Just me.” Dylan released his grip on Alex’s cock. “Ready for me? You’d better be.” Alex felt a hard, blunt pressure at his entrance. “Here I come.”
“Careful, sugar. It’s been a while. I bet you have lovers every night, though.”
Alex felt a light kiss being pressed to his shoulder blade. “Not every night,” Dylan whispered. “Not for a while. No one’s been able to reel me in like you have.” He pushed with greater force ‑‑ there was a moment of unbearable pressure ‑‑ and then he was in. Both men drew ragged gasps of pleasure, Alex almost convulsing at the feeling of Dylan’s thick cockhead just inside him.
But if he’d thought the head was good ... “Ohh,” Alex moaned as Dylan slid in with one long, slippery stroke. He felt stuffed full to bursting but so damned good he couldn’t help bearing down around the dick inside him. He laughed at Dylan’s stifled curse and squeezed again.
“You keep doing that and this’ll be over.”
“I’m a bad boy. Oh, God, fuck!”
“Good thing I like you bad. Now.” The kiss returned, turning into a love bite. “Let’s see if I can make you really scream.” Dylan pulled out, the almost painful retreat burning its way into pure pleasure for Alex. With only the tip of his cock still inside, Dylan plunged back, quick and nasty, stopping when his balls were flush with Alex’s ass.
“Dylan! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Oh, yeah. That’s one. I love it when you say my name like that.”
Alex tossed his head, too needy to form any more words. He pushed back against Dylan, silently begging him to continue. And Dylan’s hand was wrapped around his cock, couldn’t forget that. He somehow managed a mewl of encouragement, prodding the man to move faster, harder, deeper.
“Hungry,” Dylan breathed, then got down to the real business ‑‑ which was, apparently, fucking Alex blind and stupid. Alex lost his breath as Dylan’s luscious fat cock slammed in and out of his ass, the fire turning into pure bliss as Alex was filled, emptied, and refilled. Dylan’s hand stayed busy on Alex’s dick, pumping it hard in rhythm with his strokes, giving a strong squeeze to the head at the end of each pull.
“Dylan!”
“Two,” his lover panted, his breath coming in short bursts. “Want to go for a third?”
“Dylan ...”
“Doesn’t count.” The bartender stilled his hips, even though Alex could feel him shaking from the effort, then set to work on Alex’s cock, jacking him hard. Alex cried out, wordless streams of nonsense, babbling Dylan’s name at least fifteen times as his dick jumped, protested, and all but opened its tiny mouth to howl in pleasure.
When Dylan pushed a thumbnail into his slit, he was done for. Arching his back, opening his lips in a silent scream, Alex came like a geyser. Ropy strands of come spurted from his cock to stripe their way across Dylan’s quilt and coated the big man’s hand. The rolling waves of bliss went on forever and ever, leaving him a shaking mess held up only by Dylan’s sturdy arms.
“Dylan,” he hummed when he finally caught his breath, turning the name into a long, drawn-out caress.
“Now that’s more like it.” Dylan’s own voice shook. “Get ready, because it’s my turn.”
Oh, yeah. Bring it on.
His hand loose and viscous around Alex’s cock, Dylan began to thrust in and out, brutal in his movements, but it was exactly what Alex wanted. His own cock tried to rise again at feeling the powerful prick stroking across his sweet spot, hitting it time and again, but all Alex could manage was moans, groans, and the rippling of his body to match Dylan’s rhythm.
Dylan grunted and seized Alex forcefully around the abdomen. “Can’t wait ... gonna ‑‑” And he froze. Even though his lover wore a condom, Alex could feel the burst of extra heat inside him, turning his brain inside out and making him see stars. He could only imagine what was going through Dylan’s mind.
Probably Fuck, yes, fuck, yes!
When Dylan relaxed at last, releasing his bruising hold on Alex, he let out a long breath that tingled hot and cold on Alex’s back. Alex flexed his muscles, satisfied as a cat wriggling in the sunlight. Dylan made a mumbling sound, probably some sort of curse or blessing, and Alex made a grimace of pleasure and mewled back at him.
“I’m going to need to eat again if you want me to fuck you a second time,” was the first thing Dylan got out as he slowly withdrew, careful of the condom. “You take everything out of a man.”
“Mmm.” Alex collapsed onto his side, careful to avoid the wet spot. “So I’ve heard from a few good men.”
“But not recently.” Dylan paused. “I’m glad I’m your first in a while.”
Alex felt an odd wave of tenderness wash through him. “Me too,” he said softly. “Let’s get comfortable, huh?”
Dylan disposed of the condom and lay down next to Alex, the two of them wrestling playfully for a minute over who had to lie on the damp splotch. In the end, they pulled up the comforter and lay huddled together, Dylan’s hands still roaming over Alex’s body. Alex stroked Dylan’s chest, playing idly with his nipples. Dylan laughed. “Insatiable.”
“Always.”
“Some of us need a little recovery time, kitten. How about you take ten while I just close my eyes for a little?”
“Spoilsport. There’s all sorts of things we could be doing.”
“Yeah, but I’ve been working all night on top of this marathon fucking session.” Dylan yawned. “Endorphins, adrenaline ... whatever. I need to zonk for a bit.”
“If you must, you must.” Alex reached up to brush a curl out of Dylan’s forehead. “If I can’t sleep, I’ll just watch you.”
“Careful, kitten. Someone might think you’ve got a soft side under all those sexy sharp edges.”
“We can’t have that. Go on and rest. I’ll just amuse myself by tying your hair into knots.”
“If I wake up with a head like a fishing net, your ass is going to pay.” Dylan’s voice was already slurring, though, and soon enough his breathing evened out.
Alex closed his eyes in deep contentment. So far, his evening at Amour Magique was everything he could have hoped for and more.
What on earth could come next to top what’d already happened?
Whatever it was, he couldn’t wait to find out.
Chapter Five
Patience didn’t come naturally to a guy like Alex. He tried to be good, honestly, but after watching a quarter of an hour tick past on the alarm clock at Dylan’s bedside, he got restless.
Now, really, every man had his flaw. Recovery time ‑‑ okay, fine. Most guys needed a few minutes to catch their breath. But unlike most of the men Alex had known or had slept with, he didn’t need to crash after sex. There was no “Make me a sandwich and roll me over” for him, no, sir. Alex was always ready for a little more playtime.
He tried nudging Dylan. “Hey, sugar bear,” he whispered in singsong. “Time to get up. The sun is shining ‑‑ well, the moon is shining ‑‑ and all the happy gay men who’ve gotten lucky tonight are ready to frolic some more. Good evening to you, good evening to you ‑‑”
Dylan let out an annoyed whoof and slept on. Alex rolled his eyes and gave the man’s shoulder a harder push. “Sleepyhead,” he complained. “Okay, you get fifteen more minutes, and then I’m going to wash you down and suck your cock again. How’d you like that, huh? Being woken up by a hot, wet mouth wrapped around your succulent prick, just eating you up like the best treat anyone could think of ...”
The bartender mumbled in his sleep and smiled. Alex couldn’t help a wry grin. “Okay, fine, be that way.” He carefully eased his way out of Dylan’s arms. “I take it you don’t mind if I just amuse myself?”
Dylan made another noise and flopped his hand into the empty space Alex had left behind.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Oh, I should have been born a cat, no doubt about it. Just can’t contain myself when there’s ever so much to be curious about.
Alex rolled out of the bed, chuckling when Dylan grunted, and stood up. His nakedness didn’t concern him. Why should it? Dylan would have a great view when he woke up.
First off, he investigated the room service cart. They hadn’t gone through half of the contents and, okay, call him just a little bit stereotypical, he was sort of hungry. Lifting one cover and then another, Alex snacked on bites of spicy chicken and beef that had been marinated in some sweet sauce. Everything was sticky, designed to leave its mark on lips or body.
He licked his fingers, sucking them between his lips and playfully fellating the digits with his tongue. Just practicing; got to keep the skills in top shape. What should he try next?
Ooh, the fruit tray. An aperitif would be just the thing, and he knew there were more bottles than the one Dylan had used for the body shot. Turning his attention to that tray, still uncovered, Alex bounced in excitement. An entire ring-around-the-rosy of individual servings.
He picked up a crème liqueur, saving the others for later. He wouldn’t mind lapping something up off Dylan’s body himself. Uncapping the bottle, he saluted his newly found lover. “Here’s to you, bartender. A drink to your drinks.”
Tilting his head back, Alex took a deep swallow of the most delicious, sweet alcohol he’d ever had the pleasure of savoring. Cinnamon, nutmeg, spices ‑‑ what was this? Lifting the bottle to eye level, he had to chuckle.
The Amour Magique logo was on the label, done up in shades of red and gold.
“Always the best,” he said, saluting again, this time to the surroundings. “Now, what else is there to do in a joint like this?”
Carrying the bottle in his hand and taking tiny sips to make it last longer, Alex began to prowl around Dylan’s living quarters. He investigated the bathroom, wanting to tidy himself up a little before he got too matted. There were plenty of fresh white towels and a neatly wrapped bar of soap. Maid service, too, he mused, not bad.
Alex wondered briefly about getting a job serving drinks himself ‑‑ maybe spending a few more nights in Dylan’s space. Not that he minded working for his employer, but he still went home to quarters that were empty, and no one provided him with any little bottles of shampoo or conditioner.
And with Amour Magique, you could bet their supplies would be the best at keeping your hair nice and shiny. Mmm. Alex hummed in pleasure at the sensual memory of Dylan’s silky curls slipping through his fingers. He’d smelled so very good, just like a day at the beach.
Next, a peek into the shower. Alex frowned. There was barely enough room for one person in the stall and definitely no tub. Phooey! He’d been hoping for some splashy fun later ... but, then again, if they didn’t mind getting close and cozy, which he didn’t think would be a problem, they could probably manage, even if Dylan was the size of a Mack truck. Big, delicious man. Yum!
Curious, he uncapped the bottle of body wash hanging in a rack off the shower wall. Oh, yeah. Pungent sandalwood. He squeezed a tiny dollop out, rubbing his fingers through the smooth gel.
“You don’t mind if I borrow a few of your toiletries, do you?” Alex called out to Dylan. He got a mumble in response. Alex chuckled to himself. Plucking a white washcloth from the stack on a polished faux-marble counter, he wet it with nice soft water from the tap, and added a bit of that most delicious body wash. Rubbing it up into a lather, he carefully cleaned his groin, and then his ass.
Cleanliness was next to godliness, after all.
Alex winked at his reflection in the mirror as he dried off with a fluffy towel. A little more investigation turned up a hamper, where he deposited both pieces of terrycloth and washed his hands of the mess.
His coif? Not too bad. He looked properly fucked and had the memories to prove it, as well as a few very decorative red love bites decorating his chest and belly. He did like a good mark to remember the occasion by. And if he had his way, there’d be more than a few more occasions. Oh, yes, Dylan was a keeper. Alex had a notion that the price of admission to Amour Magique was more than he made in a week, but he could save up, or Dylan could just hop out of his luxurious accommodations to come downtown and visit for a while.
Of course, he didn’t know what Dylan had in mind after their interlude. If the man thought this was just a one-night stand, Alex would have to change his mind. And he could do that. The sex between them was more than too much to write home about, and Alex had a feeling it hadn’t been as good for either of them in a coon’s age.
/> Flirting at his reflection one more time, Alex left the bathroom.
Well, what next?
Alex scanned the room. Dylan had flopped over onto his back, one arm outstretched in the spot where Alex had been lying. Apparently, he was a sleeptalker. Every few seconds he’d shift, mumble, and then subside back into silence. Bless his heart. Well, at least he didn’t snore.
Mischievous, Alex sat down on the edge of the bed. “What’s that, big bad bartender? Are you dreaming about the wonderful time we just had? I have to admit, you’re the stuff fantasies are made of.” He trailed his fingers across the man’s beautifully muscled, rugged chest. “You are going to wake up in a few, and we’re going again. I have the most delicious ache in my ass, but there’s no way I’m done with you yet. I want to remember you for days and days whenever I sit down.”
Maybe he should look into getting a bartending job. He’d done some of the work in college, filling in at the occasional party, and he did love a good time. Alex bet the tips were just out of this world, too. He’d have to talk to Liam and see if he could get an “in.” If anyone knew how, it would be the small man he owed a great big bunch to already.
Well, Alex could just owe him a little more. Not that he thought Liam was keeping score.
“So you know my buddy Liam, huh?” Alex asked, petting Dylan’s hair.
“...cubus,” Dylan muttered. “S’good.”
“You bet it’s good, sugar. You just lie here for a little longer. I’m going easy on you.” Alex stood up with a final pat and put his hands on his hips. “What ever should I do with myself?”
He toyed with the idea of masturbating next to Dylan in the bed, hopefully waking him up with breathy whimpers and soft sighs. But, no, why play by yourself when you had a partner? He loved the thought of that big, hard hand wrapped around his cock again. Maybe they could bring each other off or, ooh, a sixty-nine would be just plain nifty, or ...