by Alex Roberts
I was sensitive from our earlier fuck, and my climax already threatened. My hands clenching the headboard, I looked down the length of my body at a gorgeous, muscular man with his mouth around my cock. His attention shifted up, and our eyes met. We locked on one another as he swallowed my cock, running his lips down my shaft near the base. He sucked hard, and his tongue flattened on the underside of my erection. He ran his mouth back up in one torturously tight stroke, and my cockhead popped from his lips.
God, I needed more. Jamie’s smirk turned wicked, and his big hands settled into the space between my cock and my thighs. He pushed up, and I lifted my legs, my knees rising, and my feet sliding higher on the mattress. He pushed further, and my ass tilted – my cock drawing further away from him, but my tight hole coming closer. One more push, and Jamie spread my legs wide – then his head lowered.
The first touch of his tongue to the rim of my asshole was a shock of electricity. My grip tightened on the wooden slats above my head. Holy fuck. His breath was hot, and his tongue was firm. I opened wider, stretching myself for him and arching my back. I let out a stuttering gasp, and he responded with a muffled moan.
One strong hand left my thigh and lifted my ballsack, grazing at the sensitive skin between it and my asshole. His tongue pulsed against my tight bud, sending ripples of euphoric anticipation up my core. That god-awfully, sweet tongue stroked my opening into a throbbing need.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I let go of the headboard with one hand and groped for my lotion. I practically threw it at Jamie and went back to my death grip on my headboard, every muscle in my upper body in a state of tension.
Jamie was the picture of calm contentment as the lotion bounced off his shoulder and landed on the mattress next to him. Without missing a beat, he squeezed a stream onto his hand and then went back to work on my rim job.
I clenched my jaw – it was too perfect. This man between my legs – one hand pumping his own cock, his mouth between my legs. My eyes rolled back in my head. I needed to blow my load.
The mattress shifted between my legs, and I opened my eyes. Jamie watch me – supported by one hand and on his knees now. His other hand held my hips in place as he positioned himself at my entrance. He was going slow and being gentle. Holy fuck, just do it. I shifted downward, and Jamie’s cockhead popped through. He immediately tensed, lust darkening his features.
He repositioned himself and thrust. My cry was immediate. My balls tightened, and my cock pulsed. Jamie leaned over top of me, pulled back, and then thrust in again. God, the man’s cock was heaven. He hit deep, and stars clouded my vision. The twinge of erotic pain started in my balls. I was almost there. He pulled back slow and fucked in fast. I came hard. The prostate orgasm seared up my chest, and my prick came like a freight car.
Jamie increased the pressure, and my vision never cleared of the clouds with specks of dancing light. His grip on my hips tightened, and he lifted my ass into the air, giving himself a better pounding angle. And God, did he pound. Jamie fucked me. His biceps and shoulders turned into tight wads of muscles that held me fast. He snarled as he worked his hips.
That cock coursing in and out of my tight hole – slamming into me deep and hard – pushing my whole body with its force – it was what I needed. I came again, every muscle seizing from my prostate out, all the energy draining from my body. Jamie’s jaw tightened, and his eyes became intense. Then he let it go. He thrust one last time and yelled out all the air in his lungs. His cock twitched inside of me, and he stilled.
The tension in his face seeped away, and Jamie took deep, steadying breaths. I kept my grip on the headboard, coming off my high with him, watching his big chest heave as he calmed himself. I let my body relax and lay on the sheets, a sweaty, confused mass of spent and exhausted muscle.
Jamie took one last big breath and then broke into a smile. Beaming, he withdrew from me and collapsed on his back, his muscle gathering into knots as he intertwined his fingers behind his head. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. I attempted to close my eyes as well, and a long, low snore rattled from Jamie’s lips. The man could fall asleep quick.
My fingers untwined from the slats on my headboard, and I mimicked Jamie’s position with my hands behind my head. What the fuck just happened? My body was in an amazing state of blissful exhaustion, and yet my brain was telling me this isn’t how we work. We don’t invite men into our home to share our bed. Not like this. Not like it means something.
I’d been in a pretty serious relationship not long after high school. An older man. It started with a kick and went downhill after a few months, but it’d taken a couple years for me to pull away. Ever since then, it’d been a string of short, shallow relationships. I didn’t want to get in deep. Especially with another man. Andrew had been much larger than me, and let’s just say I could appreciate how intimidating certain masculine actions could come off around women. I try never to avoid that with the girls I pick up at clubs.
A little voice whispered at the back of my mind. You’re doing it again. I closed my eyes and willed it away. This wasn’t anything big. Jamie’s just staying for some badly needed sleep before he gets behind the wheel – then he’ll be gone – out of my life. You liked it when Andrew was rough, too – at first.
***
Sometime later that day, I awoke to breath on my neck and an arm wrapped around my side. I smile came over my lips, and I stirred to stretch my muscles. Jamie took in a sleepy, deep breath and squeezed me tighter. His palm flattened against my chest, and he drew me into his body, his thick cock pressing against my ass.
I stilled then slowly turned to him. Jamie’s breath evened out. He was still asleep, and he was peaceful. I scooted out of his hold and sat up, wiping at my eyes. I looked down on him from the side of my bed. His open palm explored the mattress until it found my pillow. He grabbed it and hugged it to him. I’m pretty sure the man would cuddle with a rock in his sleep.
Still. I liked it. I liked the way his body felt curled against mine. I liked the hard muscle under his soft skin. I liked the tickle of that dusting of chest hair against my back. I liked the feel of his cock. You like strong men, sure, but you know what his kind wants from you. I shook my head to clear it.
I needed coffee. Hell, I needed more than coffee; some java with a shot of whiskey would be nice, but I opted for strong and black, instead. Into the kitchen I went and meandered to the coffee machine, digging out the can of grounds from the cupboard above and filled the pot with water.
Goose bumps formed on my arms and down my legs thinking how close Jamie was wrapped around me when I awoke, and the something that was poking me from behind. Sure, that was probably just the wood that men can’t help in the mornings, but it’d sent a shiver through me just thinking of how close – how tempting it was – to scoot closer and have him inside.
Didn’t I have enough last night?
My cock stirred, forming the beginnings of a tent in my sweat pants. Shit. I stared out the window, my imagination running wild, and leaned against the counter. I watched as the coffee pot hissed to life and the first drop fell into the decanter. I could go back in there. There were condoms in my night stand. Maybe I could take my turn. A hot tingle swept through my balls, and I brushed my hand against my hardness. Fuck… Before I could turn around with my mind made up, I felt a pair of hands sneak around my hips.
“Do I get some of that?” Jamie whispered into my ear.
My heart lumped into my throat, and I braced myself with both hands on the counter. “Jamie, what are you—”
“The coffee, Bran. Do I get some coffee.” The man wasn’t talking about coffee, and we both knew it. His fingers trailed around my sides and closer to my groin. His moist lips kissed my neck. “I was hoping you’d be in bed when I woke up.”
“Needed coffee…” I murmured, but suddenly I needed something else. I tried to block it out.
“Mmm, it can wait.”
He moved his hands from my eyes, but I kept them c
losed. He grabbed hold of my arms, pulling them behind my back in an immobilizing position. My mind raced. I told you. But my body needed him. He kissed my neck again, down my shoulder, leaving hot trails on my skin and electricity in my nerves.
His grasp tightened, and he stepped back, pulling me along. I could only imagine he was leading me into the bedroom, so I didn’t dare make a move lest I break what I was feeling. I could barely keep track of the two directions my mind and my body were pulling me in as my mind went wild for whatever he was tempting.
He pushed me into the living area, and his grip shifted. He held my arms down in front of me, and his fingers were replaced by fabric. Please say you’re going to fuck me.
But, he pulled away suddenly. My eyes popped open. He was in front of me now. The man was completely naked, and his cock was beginning to rise. I tried to move my arms, but I realized they were loosely tied together.
“What the hell?”
His smile wavered, “Trust me.”
I looked down at my hands to see my one and only necktie encircling my wrists. Jamie cinched the knot tighter. My mind screamed. This is how it starts. Don’t let it happen. But my prick was at full attention, and my brain has never been good at winning that battle.
Jamie eased my sweats off my hips and dipped to his knees, taking the fabric with him. Having his mouth that near my cock again was intoxicating. I stepped out of the legs. I licked my lips, and my legs began to tremble as the powerful man rose – and I realized I was naked and helpless. And I had no idea what this man was capable of. What the fuck was I doing?
But, God, there was his body. His tattoos stretched and flexed with his muscle as he took me by the wrist and lifted my bound hands over his own head. He stepped close, and a thrill shot up my spine as our erections touched. My arms encircled him, and my bound hands rested at the back of his neck.
He leaned into me, kissing my neck and my chin. His fingers took a lazy path down my shoulders, down my sides, and to my hips. My heart hammered in my chest.
“You’re wonderful,” he whispered as he took hold of my ass.
Good Lord, the man was strong. With a quick dip, he lowered himself and then lifted me. Sheer reactionary instinct had my legs wrapped around his sides in an instant. I couldn’t see it, but I felt the smile in his lips. Suddenly, the fact I was bound lost all its interest. I was free enough to squeeze my thighs on his sides, to run my fingers through his hair.
Jamie walked with me to the wall between my bedroom and the kitchen and eased my back against the hard surface. He looked down our bodies and positioned his cock at my entrance. A bead of precum escapade his head, and he used his thumb to spread it. I needed him to hurry. I needed him inside, and I needed that right now.
I rocked my hips, my own prick rubbing against his stomach. Jamie squeezed his shaft, and more precum escaped. I let out a moan, rolling my hips in the motion of making love.
“Christ, you’re impatient.” Jamie spread his cum on my asshole and slipped a finger in.
I gasped. It was a hint of what I needed. “Just fuck me.”
That dark lust shadowed Jamie’s features once again, and the smile slid from his lips. Look what you’ve done. But my brain didn’t have time to make the argument. Jamie seized my hips and pressed me down, piercing me with his thick cock. A searing heat rose into my chest, and I cried out. My cock twitched and throbbed as Jamie leaned into me, pinning me between him and the wall.
His strong hands worked with his hips, pulling my ass into him as he thrust. I hung on for dear life as heat spread throughout my body, and my muscles trembled. Jamie grunted and growled with each animal thrust. He had me bound and pinned, and he fucked me with powerful, demanding strokes. I arched and flexed, but he pushed me harder into the wall. I moaned and gasped with every sweep of hot friction against my prostrate.
Jamie dove into a hard kiss – a claim of possession. His hard chest pressed against mine. His lips muffled my cry as I came against his stomach. He pulled me down and thrust up.
I had to break the kiss. I couldn’t take it. “Christ. Fuck.”
His mouth moved from mine to my shoulder, and he bit hard. My skin stifled his shout, and I could feel the pressure of him coming inside me. The tension eased from his powerful body, and I melted. My muscles shook when I stopped flexing.
The contented smile was back on his face, and Jamie kissed me gently. Something in the back of my mind stirred. He eased me off his hips and withdrew from me when my feet hit the floor. I leaned against the wall for support, not having realized just how weak my thighs had become.
Jamie untied my wrists, and I rotated them to get the motion back. He leaned in, his skin against mine, and his hand smoothing up my chest. He came in for another kiss, and this time I was free take his sides in my hold. It was tender and intimate as his lips met mine. Heat rose into my neck. Jamie’s hand moved to my neck as well, and the span of his fingers gently caressed.
My brain came back to me. It told me to wake up. I realized Jamie’s fingers were around my throat in the soft mimic of a chokehold. Stop! I summoned all the power left in my spent muscles and pushed. Jamie stumbled back, caught off-guard.
I cast about for my sweats. “Leave.”
He was startled. “What?”
“Go. Get out of here.” His confusion was turning into something else, but I didn’t care to find out what. I grabbed my sweats and stepped into them. “Get your shit and go. Now.”
There it was. His confusion turned into anger. “What the fuck?”
“I’m not your punching bag, asshole.”
Jamie’s eyes widened, and the anger deepened. “Oh, fuck you.”
“No thanks. Just get out.”
He stormed into my bedroom, and I moved for the kitchen, closer to my knife collection. I wasn’t going to let this happen again. Jamie was way bigger than me. I wasn’t going to be defenseless this time.
Jamie reemerged within a minute, boots in hand and pulling his shirt down. He saw me, stationed near my block of knives and snarled. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”
I actually laughed. “Me? You’re the violent asshole.”
A vein bulged at his neck, and he yelled, “Seriously. What the fuck?”
“Don’t.” My lips twisted. “That’s your thing? Beat the shit out men for your living then tie them up and choke them to get your rocks off?”
His eyes bore into me with a ceaseless intensity. His jaw set, and his nostrils flared. Then he turned, and he was gone, the door slamming behind him.
My brain and my body battled it out again. I wanted him to go, but my heart was thundering. I jumped after him and darted out the door. He was fast and was already in his boots and half out to his truck when I stopped in the doorway. I stood, shivering shirtless in the cold. My feet immediately stung, my arms tingling, and the breeze swept past my face, making my cheeks burn.
“Mr. Dixon?” My elderly neighbor stood on her step, a shovel in her hands. She glanced over with concern – and, yes, amusement.
I could only imagine what was going through that woman’s head. The truck’s engine roared. I’d wanted to chase after him — damn, why did my car have to be back at work? — but her voice stopped me.
“What are you doing? It’s freezing out here.”
“Sorry, Ma’am.” I sighed and went back inside. There wasn’t much I could do now.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes, Ma’am. Sorry about the disturbance.”
I didn’t need a shirt. I blushed hotly under the older woman’s scrutinizing inspection.
I closed the door behind me and moved back to my kitchen where the aroma of coffee greeted me. I wiped my brow with the back of my hand, though I most certainly was not sweating. I felt like I should be. My body was trembling, and my insides were twisting.
My favorite coffee cup was front in center in my cabinet, and I filled it with my hazelnut blend. I lifted it to my nose and sniffed at it as my gaze drifted
over to my knife block. The look in his eye when he realized why I was standing near it – it was like I’d already cut him. Who the fuck cares? Guys like that aren’t safe. Don’t deceive yourself. You’re not a kid anymore. I wanted my brain to shut off. I couldn’t make it stop.
***
I’d made a promise to myself – and to Sue – that I’d help with truck delivery when it came next Wednesday. To Sue, I said that I needed the extra hours, especially after having my hours adjusted last week due to the storm. Kinda shitty, if you ask me. It’s not like I wasn’t at work. I mean, sure, I was getting fucked by the delivery guy, but I was there – at work.
To myself, I swore up and down I was going to was going to have my say with Jamie. After a few days of sitting in my quiet apartment and sleeping in my bed – alone – I was slowly coming to the acceptance I may have overreacted. Not that I was in the wrong. I mean, maybe I didn’t have to stand by the knife block, but I wasn’t about to take my chances, and that’s just being safe.
What I really needed to know was his nature. The chemistry was undeniable, and his body was bitable, but he’s the kind of guy I had to be cautious with. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice…
I wasn’t about to get within a stone’s throw of that shit again. I liked Jamie. I mean, I really liked him. I’d never been that comfortable with a man since I’d first met Andrew. But then Andrew went Conan, and Jamie – his hand around my throat. Shit. My cock stiffened. I hated that I liked it. Why did I have to be drawn to violent assholes?
I had to know. I had to know if violence was his nature. Did he fight because he loved the taste of blood? Did he tie men up because he loved them to be helpless? Those were two questions I needed answers for, and I was willing for an awkward as hell reunion in order to obtain them.