by Sean Michael
He kissed Mike hard and then crawled up the long body, wanting Mike’s mouth. Mike worked his robe open and reached for his sweats. “Need you, baby.”
“Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Take it. Fuck.”
Groaning, he did, guiding his cock into Mike’s mouth. Mike’s lips fastened around his cock, suction strong and immediate, heat pouring through him.
“Baby!” He leaned against the wall, hips moving, sliding his prick between Mike’s lips, eyes on Mike’s.
Mike fed on him, so hungry, pulling hard, swallowing. He moved faster, harder, just taking Mike’s mouth. It was so good, too good. Mike’s low cries vibrated through him, settling in his balls.
He shook his head. “Soon,” he growled, voice harsh, full of need.
Mike’s eyes were wide, hot.
“Love you,” he whispered as he came, shooting down Mike’s throat. He was swallowed down, pulled and sucked.
He reached down to stroke Mike’s cheek, carefully pulling out.
“Love. Oh, Jess….” Mike licked his lips, whimpered.
He bent, bringing their lips together, sweeping his tongue in to taste himself in Mike’s mouth. Mike groaned, tongue moving, fucking his mouth. He purred, reaching down to slide his hand over Mike’s bound prick.
“Oh. Oh, yeah. Jess. I need.”
“I know, baby.”
He tightened the collar just a tiny bit and slid back down Mike’s body, flicking the clamps as he wet the material of the sleeve wrapped around Mike’s prick.
“Please. Please. Need to come. Jess.”
He slowly unwrapped the makeshift cock ring, jostling the big plug with his fingers.
“Uhn.” Mike’s shoulders rose from the mattress, hips moving furiously.
Once Jessy got the shirt away, he swallowed Mike’s prick, taking it deep and sucking hard. Mike screamed, bucking, shooting down his throat almost immediately, cock staying hard, pumping in his mouth.
He sucked hard and then, before letting Mike’s prick go, licked it clean. “Mmm… so sexy, baby.”
“Oh. Thank you. So good. Needed it.” Mike was purring, smiling, all cuddly sex kitten.
He nodded. “I know.”
Then he jostled the plug gently before covering Mike with the sheet again. He grabbed a cloth and cleaned up quickly. “And you need to eat. Let’s hope the pizza’s not too cold.”
Mike groaned, shifted. “It won’t be.”
“You want me to feed you?”
“Mmm… do you want to?”
“Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you want.” He stroked one lovely cheek.
Mike nuzzled, cuddling into him. “Oh, Jess.”
“Yeah, Mike. I know.” He held Mike close and pressed kisses on his lover’s face until Mike’s stomach growled, making them both laugh.
“All right. Food. And then I want to watch you walk around a bit with that plug in. Maybe we’ll take a shower or something.”
“Evil man.” Mike grinned, nuzzling in.
“You love it,” he shot back, bending to give Mike a long kiss before sitting and bringing the pizza boxes over. He handed Mike a piece, leaving their drinks on the side table, and helped himself to a slice of his own.
Mike devoured the pizza—after the workout he’d had today, Jessy couldn’t blame him. Jess ate most of his own, as well, not as much because he was starving as because he knew he was going to need his energy afterward. He cleaned up the boxes and their drinks once they were done and settled back on the bed, casually pulling away the sheet that covered Mike’s body.
Mike curled toward him, rubbing and snuggling, purring a little.
“You still wanting?” Jessy teased. As if he didn’t know that plug was making Mike absolutely bug-fuck nuts, that those clamps were fighting the plug for Mike’s focus, and that collar was rubbing, just tight enough that Mike knew it was there.
“Mmm…. Can’t a guy snuggle with his lover?”
He chuckled. “Maybe ‘a guy’ can, but I know what that rubbing means.”
“Hmm? Me? I’m innocent.”
He snorted. “Sure you are. And you hate the water too.” God, a man could live for weeks on that sexy, happy little laugh.
Grinning, he stood and stripped, holding his hand out to Mike. “Come on. Let’s get that shower.”
Mike moved slow, legs a little trembly, fingers warm in his own. “Oh… I…. Mm.”
“How’s that plug feel, baby?” Jess asked, arm going around Mike’s waist, supporting him.
“Big. Heavy.” Mike pinked, snuggling in. “Really good.”
He purred, stroking Mike’s hip. “Good.”
“Mmm….” Mike’s hardening cock slid against his skin.
He walked them around the room a couple of times first, enjoying the way their bodies touched, the way that Mike moved with that big plug sitting inside him.
“Jess… you’re evil.” Mike kissed his jaw, his chin.
He laughed, the sound husky, his own cock hard again, bobbing as they walked. “I do believe I am, baby.” He kept them walking.
Mike was purring, rubbing harder, faster. He wished they had a proper leather cock ring along; he imagined Mike had forgotten it deliberately. It wasn’t like the kid wouldn’t be hard again in a few moments, but he liked making Mike wait, making him desperate.
Well, he could go with the flow. He stopped Mike and went to his knees, mouthing the long cock.
“Jessy!” Mike arched, fucking his mouth just like that.
He wrapped his hands around Mike’s hips, encouraging the movements, sucking just as strongly as he could. Fuck, his Mike was beautiful, uninhibited and free, pushing into him, cries filling the air. Knowing that with the way Mike was moving, that plug wasn’t going to need any help from him, he reached up instead, flicking the clamps on Mike’s nipples.
“Oh. Oh, Jess. Yeah. Anything. Fuck.” Mike’s hands fell to his head, cock pushing deep.
He swallowed around the tip of Mike’s cock, loving it when Mike just went for it. Seed poured into his mouth as Mike arched, hips pumping in short, little bursts. He swallowed it all down, pulling Mike in, purring around Mike’s cock.
Mike shuddered, blinking up at the ceiling. “Oh. Oh. Need to…. Jess. Need to sit.”
He stood, picking Mike up and carrying him to the shower. “I’ll hold you, baby.”
Mike cuddled right in. “Love you so much.”
He got Mike into the shower and the water running. He propped Mike up against the wall, and cleaned them both quickly. Mike smiled up into the spray, water pouring over them, looking happy as hell.
Jessy purred, admiring, loving. He wouldn’t change a thing.
Not one fucking thing.
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Personal Best 3
Personal Best: Book Three
By Sean Michael
Swimmer Mike Gauliet is on his way to an Olympic berth, sitting on the edge of fulfilling his potential, and achieving the dreams his coach and lover, Jessy Turner, has for both of them.
All Mike wants to think about is swimming his laps faster than anyone else. Too bad things aren’t going exactly according to plan. Mike’s getting threats, and he’s afraid to tell Jessy and determined to handle things alone.
When the threats escalate to the point where Mike can’t hide them, though, Jessy takes over, moving Mike to a new training location, promising to keep him safe. Mike and Jessy try to go on with business as usual, but someone has such hatred for Mike that it seeps into their everyday life, straining their relationship, making Mike wonder if he even wants to swim anymore. Danger lurks around every corner, in and out of the pool, and while Mike and Jessy work with the police to discover the culprit, one attack leaves their life in shambles. Can Mike and Jessy find their attacker and get Mike back on track to a championship?
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Chapter One
“BUT….” MIKE pulled himself up. “What kind of juice?”
He
chuckled. “Orange.” He wrapped Mike in a towel and led the kid over to the patio table.
Mike drank deeply, throat working as he drained the glass. “Oh. Good.”
“Speaking of good, you’re looking great out there. You’re going to be at the top of your game for the National Qualifier.”
Truth was, Mike swam like a dream on an off day. When he was happy and working hard and concentrating, Jessy didn’t believe anyone anywhere in the world right now could beat his swimmer.
“Yeah? Cool. I haven’t had pizza in days.” Mike grinned, plopped down into a chair. “What’s on tonight’s agenda?’
“Not pizza,” Jessy teased. He leaned over and spiked up Mike’s blond-tipped hair. “I was thinking we could watch a movie or two. See what came up.”
Mike leaned into the touch, humming softly. They’d been lovers so long, and Mike was still eager for each touch. “No. I took the stuff out for chicken sandwiches earlier.”
“Sounds good. I’ve got some sponsor agreements to go over with you as well, but it can wait until tomorrow if you want to relax for the rest of the day.”
“Does that mean I have to eat weird stuff or hawk cell phones?”
“Not this time. I told Sunkist you drink orange juice by the crateful and they were immediately interested. And there’s a camera company and Speedo wants to see you.”
“Oh, cool.” Mike grinned over, eyes twinkling.
“They said something about making a Mike Gauliet line.”
“They did not….” Mike, his sweet ‘just let me swim’ lover, just had no clue. None.
“They did too. They wanted to talk to you, though, about what you like, your favorite colors and stuff. Something about getting you together with a designer.” Sponsors were sometimes a pain, but that’s what let them live where they did, paid his salary, took care of Mike’s needs.
“Weird.” Mike grinned, shook his head. “Like anyone wants swim trunks with my name on them.”
“Just you wait. All the kids are going to want to be you when they grow up.” Christ, Mike was cute. Adorable really. “We’ve got a bit of time before we make supper. Unless you’re really hungry.”
One eyebrow raised and Mike smiled wide. “Yeah? You wanting to play, Jessy?”
He shrugged casually. “If you do, baby.”
God, he loved that laugh, husky and happy and full of life. “Always. Forever.”
“Excellent.” Grinning, he leaned in and licked at Mike’s lips. “Let’s go in.”
One long hand slid into his, Mike grabbing some juice with the other. “Yeah. I’m right behind you.”
“Enjoying the view?” he teased, leading the way back inside.
“You know it.” Mike goosed him, as they headed up the stairs.
He gasped and whipped around, eyes wide. “Somebody wants to play.”
Mike looked wicked, eyes shining, cheeks flushed. Little bastard. “Who? Me?”
“No, the other guy I fuck every night until he screams. Brat.” He tugged Mike into the bedroom they’d converted into a playroom. “I’m gonna tie you down and make you crazy.”
“I don’t scream. Moan? Maybe. When you’re really good….” Mike slid his hands down along his spine, warm and stroking.
“You moan…. When I’m really good….” He narrowed his eyes; it was hard to look seriously annoyed when Mike was doing that, making him feel good. “Is that a challenge, kid?”
“I don’t know, old man…. Are you up to it?”
“I’ll show you up.” He tugged on Mike’s hand, pulling his baby in for a hard kiss.
Mike opened easily, pushing his tongue against his, that smile tasting sweet. He slid his hands over Mike’s body, wrapping fingers around the waistband of Mike’s swimming trunks and tugging them down. Mike was already half-hard as he stepped out of the trunks, pushed their bodies together.
He purred into Mike’s mouth, his own prick pushing at the zipper of his jeans. They were opened, Mike sliding fingers in as the zipper went down.
Groaning, he pushed his hips toward Mike’s touch. “Baby… oh.”
Mike nodded. “Yeah. Oh.”
He started rubbing, stroking. He nodded, whimpering, working with Mike. He bent and started to lick at Mike’s neck, breathing in the sweat and chlorine scent.
“Mmm… love.” Mike lifted his chin, head falling back.
“Uh-huh.” He wrapped his own hand around Mike’s cock, mouth still working the warm skin of Mike’s neck. There was nothing like his baby. Nothing.
Mike moaned, pushing into his touch, rocking nice and slow.
“Gonna take off the edge?” he asked, matching Mike’s movements.
“Yeah. Make the second time better.” Mike kissed him, fucking his lips in time with their hands.
Jessy just purred in answer, beginning to move faster. It felt so good; loving Mike was the best thing he’d ever done. They moved together, in sync, panting together. Jessy slid his free hand around to grab Mike’s ass, playing with Mike’s hole.
“Oh….” Mike spread a little, kept stroking him.
“That’s my baby,” he murmured, sliding one finger into the tight heat of Mike’s body.
“Y… yours. Yours.” Mike arched, moan sweet.
“You got that right.” He worked Mike’s cock and ass, moaning into his baby’s mouth.
Mike pressed his thumb into the tip of his cock, sending sparks through him.
“Baby!” He squeezed harder on Mike’s cock, wanting Mike to tumble first.
“Yeah.” Mike bucked, heat splashing over his fingers.
That’s all he needed to go falling over himself, and with a cry, he came as well. “Oh… yeah, that’s the good stuff.”
“Uh-huh.” Mike nodded, panted, eyes just rolling.
He took the few steps they needed to get to the bed and laid Mike down on it, smiling down. “So what do you want tonight?”
“Everything.” Mike grinned, winked.
Jessy chuckled and went to the wardrobe that held their toys. “Whatever you want, Mike.”
He started pulling out stuff. A pair of nipple clamps, a collar, a heavy plug, cock ring.
“Am I missing anything?”
“Cuffs.”
“Oh, I do like the way you think, baby.” He pulled out the thick, padded cuffs. “Wrists and ankles?”
Mike moaned, shifting in the sheets. “Uh-huh.”
Jessy’s cock throbbed and he shivered, tossing everything on the bed and stripping properly out of his clothes. Mike was working his cock, pumping nice and slow, watching.
“Christ, baby, you look amazing.”
“For you.” Mike arched, moving faster.
“Always for me. And you can stop now.” That was his cock Mike was pumping.
“Hmm?” Little tease, daring him, pushing him.
“Brat.”
“Yep.” Mike stuck his tongue out.
He pounced his baby, straddling the warm thighs, taking Mike’s wrists in his hands and holding them up above Mike’s head. Mike’s muscles, lean and strong, tensed, pulled, tested him. He growled a little, squeezing his hands, holding Mike tight.
“Oh. Fuck. Jess….” Those dark eyes flared, Mike’s cock jerking. Yeah, his baby liked that, liked being held down.
He put both of Mike’s wrists into one hand and got the cuffs on. Mike tugged, moaned for him, fingers clenching. “So pretty, baby.” He hooked the cuffs up to the headboard.
“You make me want so bad.”
“Gonna make you wait for it too.” He bent and kissed Mike hard before sliding down along the long body to cuff Mike’s ankles too.
Mike’s thighs, strong and smooth, pulled, stretched that bare, beautiful body for him. Groaning, he started to explore, sliding mouth and fingers on Mike’s skin. Mike’s cock was hard, wet-tipped, bobbing, balls drawn up tight.
“You need the ring?” he asked, nosing Mike’s balls.
“Uhn….” Mike’s toes curled, chains rattling.
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sp; “That’s a yes if I’ve ever heard one.” He wrapped the leather around Mike’s balls, making them nice and snug before wrapping the long cock. “So beautiful.”
“Want. Oh, Jess. I want so much.”
“I know, baby. Gonna give it to you.” He tilted Mike’s hips as far as he could and bent to lick at Mike’s hole.
Mike’s thighs shuddered, shook, body rippling. He hummed and purred, sliding his tongue along Mike’s crease, pushing into that beautiful heat. He loved the way the chains rattled, the way Mike panted for him.
“Tell me how much you need it, baby.”
“Oh. Oh. I….” Mike’s head rolled, wetting the red lips with his tongue.
“That much, yeah?” He chuckled and shifted, moving up Mike’s body to suck on one nipple, making it pebble up for him.
Mike jerked, those eyes blazing, almost black. He let Mike’s nipple go, teasing it with his tongue and blowing on it, before setting the clamp on it.
“Oh! Oh, fuck!” Mike panted, rocking and sliding, tugging the chains.
“You’re something else, baby. Amazing.” He teased the other nipple with the edge of the clamp, watching it come up.
“I. I. Fuck, Jessy. Need.”
“You’ll get it.” He grinned at Mike. “Eventually.”
“Bitch.” Mike moaned, mock-glared. “Always mean to me.”
He laughed. “You love it.”
“I love you.”
Jessy stopped, looking into those dark brown eyes. “I know, baby.” He got a smile, warm and happy, beautiful. His. “Gonna make you fly, baby.” Leaning in, he kissed Mike softly.
“Yeah. Yeah, Jess. Please.”
“You want the collar, too, baby?”
Mike blushed a deep red, but he nodded, cock throbbing.
“That’s my baby.”
He dragged the leather collar over Mike’s skin, letting Mike know it was coming, letting the anticipation build. Mike closed his eyes, cheeks blazing, body tight. He finally wrapped the collar around Mike’s neck, making it snug, but not cutting off Mike’s air. Yet.
“Mmm… Jess.” Oh, he could smell Mike’s need, Mike’s heat.