Private Dicks

by Samantha M. Derr

  "Can we take these off?" he purred up at me, fingers already popping open the button and working the zipper of my jeans. He had to slide off me to pull my pants down and my dick was instantly cold and lonely for his touch. He yanked and tugged, managing to get them down past my knees before realizing he'd neglected to take off my boots. Huffing with frustration, he grabbed one of my boots but paused and shot me a mischievous grin before dropping the boot and diving down on my dick.

  I couldn't muffle my gasp this time. An uninhibited whimper and the clenching of all my muscles accompanied it when he swallowed me to the root and gave me a hard suck. Fingers dug into my left thigh and I spread my legs a little wider, hindered by the pants holding my calves hostage and the pinning press of Jade's arm against my thighs. He slid his mouth up and licked a long stripe from the back of my balls to the tip of my crown, his tongue flattening and curving around the sensitive underside. My belly fluttered and flipped, my skin crawling with arousal and lust. I could hardly keep myself from thrusting into his mouth when his lips slid down my shaft again.

  My balls tightened and hardened as Jade rolled them between his fingers. He bobbed his head, his whole body moving and responding to every suck and lick he adorned on me. When my cockhead hit the back of his throat and he constricted his muscles. I knew it was now or never. Twisting my fingers in his hair, I tugged gently at first then harder when his lips and tongue simply continued to bring me closer and dangerously closer to orgasm.

  "Jade," I hissed through lips flapping like a fish gulping air. "If you want me to … ohhh, fuck you … gotta stop. Make a decision."

  His vibrating chuckle against my cock almost rendered the decision null for the both of us, but he finally pulled off. He lapped more pre-come from my tip before sliding up my body and immediately capturing my mouth in a brutal, teeth-clicking kiss. He sucked all the breath from my lungs just as he'd almost sucked the seed from my dick moments before.

  When he ripped his mouth from mine, my lips burned and throbbed from the friction but, goddamn, I wanted more. He sucked and nipped at my mouth, my chin, my jaw, while his clothed erection rubbed and ground against my thigh.

  "You taste so good," he growled into my mouth. "Could suck you all day and all night and never get enough."

  I moaned and bucked my hips, my cock painfully hard and ready to burst. "You're gonna make me shoot like a teenager." I hissed through my teeth and closed my eyes as he latched on to the flesh of my earlobe.

  His response was to suck harder and change position, one hand slipping around my wrist to hold it over my head while he moved his body flush on top of mine. His hard length rubbed over my leaking shaft, and he proceeded to grind against me. When I let out a louder whimper and dug my fingers into his back, he kissed me again, soft but determined, his tongue caressing mine when it slipped inside.

  I saw stars when my orgasm hit and suddenly I was flying. My legs bent, feet pressing flat into the floor while my body writhed and shuddered beneath Jade. He rocked me harder into the floor, our breath mingling and huffing between our open mouths while he whispered and talked me through my climax. His words mere noises to the buzzing in my ears. My cock was raw and burning by the time I was milked dry, the roughness of Jade's pants not the perfect choice for frottage, but I certainly wasn't complaining.

  He kissed me gently, my lips lingering on his while I caught my breath. He released my hand and I wrapped it around his neck, my other encircling his bicep. His mouth opened, but before he could get a word out, I'd reversed our positions so that he was lying open-mouthed under me and crawled down his body. I marveled at how useful threadbare jeans were, if only for the sole purpose of slipping them easily down slim hips.

  Jade snickered below me when his commando state sent his erect dick slapping me in the face with a resounding thwack. I vowed to show him just how funny I could be as I snaked my tongue around his shaft, tugged, and then let it slap against his belly this time. He laughed again, the sound like music to my ears after a day filled with highs and lows. But humor wasn't exactly what I was looking for, so while I sucked him down and massaged his tip with my tongue, his gasps and groans proved to be just as sweet.

  I purred with contentment as I tongued his Prince Albert piercing, the four gauge steel, circular barbell cone that I'd bought him for his last birthday cool and resisting under my tongue. I alternated flicking it and sucking it into my mouth, sliding one of my hands up to worry his left nipple ring. I always enjoyed the writhing and squirming of his sexy body under my touch—maybe even took a little pride in it—and today was no different. He cursed under his breath when I lifted up on his piercing, stretching his sensitive tip for a second before letting it snap back. He'd encouraged me to get pierced as well, but as much as I loved playing with his metal accoutrements and went through-the-roof crazy when his Prince Albert rammed my sweet spot, I preferred to be piercing-free and leave the hardware to him.

  I concentrated on his scrotal piercing next—they didn't call him Iron Balls for nothing—tucking the tip of my tongue inside and wrapping around it. I tugged and lapped, scraping my teeth carefully over his perineum, my fingers tugging and twisting on his nipple ring at the same time. I knew it wouldn't take much more to spark his orgasm, but I hadn't even gotten to the main event yet.

  As I lapped and kissed my way back up his shaft, I sucked two fingers into my mouth alongside his dick, and then released him completely. I shoved both his legs up, ducking my head so I came back up framed between his thighs with his jeans bunched at his ankles. He grabbed his legs and managed to hoist them further into his belly, his body almost bent in half as he anticipated what was to come.

  I spit on his hole then swiped my tongue over his entrance a few times, jabbing and pressing before repeating the process: once, twice ,three times. Jade was the only man I'd ever met who preferred to be rimmed—and fingered—over having his dick sucked, and once I'd learned exactly what and how he liked it, I'd become an expert rimmer.

  After adding some extra saliva to my fingers, I circled his pucker and slowly pushed one digit inside. Jade's hips bucked and his fingers twisted painfully in my hair. I pushed against the underside of his thighs, bending him harder into the floor while reminding him who was in charge. He groaned when I replaced my finger with my tongue. Jade didn't tolerate slow and easy when it came to my fingers in his ass. He hated when I pussyfooted around with his hole, preferring two fingers to start then working from there. He also had the most sensitive prostate I'd ever encountered, able to shoot his load with merely a brush of a finger and no contact at all with his dick. I knew if I wanted to taste him some more, I needed to go easy on his hole.

  I spit, sucked and played with his ass a while longer, adding a finger now and again but removing it quickly when Jade groaned and tried to move. His fingers wrapped around my wrist and he tugged my hand up his body, immediately shoving three of my fingers between his lips and laving them with saliva. I continued to moisten and stretch his entrance until he shoved my hand back between his legs and whimpered.

  "Please, Mase … need to come."

  I flattened my tongue and lapped over his pucker—slowly—then spat once more before easing two of my wet fingers into his hole. He gasped but stayed still, nodding when I peered up at him. Kissing the inside of his thighs, I moved my mouth back up his body until my lips found his dick and I sucked him back. The bitter taste of his pre-come had intensified, a sure sign he wouldn't last long. I dug luxuriously into his slit, savoring the salty spunk and taking my time tasting him. I knew he was getting frustrated with my fingers breaching his entrance but remaining still while I relished in his taste. He attempted to grind down on my fingers while I held him immobile with his toes almost touching the floor behind his head.

  His hand sank into the short stands of my hair again, fingers molding around my skull as he hissed at me, "Fingers, Mase. For fuck's sake, move them."

  I grinned up at him then sucked the tip of his leaking dick into my mou
th, tonguing and twirling the P.A. and twisting the fingers in his ass a tiny bit. "Say 'please.'"

  He groaned and tugged harder. "Guhhhh ... please."

  "Tell me you love me."

  "Fuck! I love you."

  I sawed my fingers slowly in and out, his tight muscles clenching and releasing as I thrust shallowly, not straying too close to his prostate ... yet. "How much do you love me, Jade?"

  He whimpered and pulled one hand from my head, rubbing it roughly over his face. "Enough to be your come-whore for the rest of my life."

  I chuckled and felt myself harden again. It was a game we played sometimes: master and come-whore, daddy and boy, teacher and student. Jade generally played the Alpha role in our games, but sometimes those rare occasions arose when he wanted—almost needed—to be dominated, and he played the submissive like a pro.

  "Do you love me enough to let my fingers just stay in your ass, stretching you but not moving, not fucking your sweet spot. Just making you … wait?"

  "Yesss," he hissed. I could feel the struggle in his body as he forced it to relax: the writhing and grinding slowing and calming. "I can wait as long as you want."

  I twisted my fingers again then thrust them all the way into his body, my mouth sinking down over his throbbing dick as it began to shoot threads of come down my throat. I finger-fucked his ass, brushing his prostate with every stroke as I attempted to keep his bucking body from sending us both toppling to the side. When he'd had enough, he tapped the top of my head before pushing me back and letting his legs fall to the sides. He dragged me to his chest, his mouth immediately crushing mine. His soft moans rolled down my throat when I opened wide and he swept his own seed from my mouth.

  I let my fingers slip from Jade's body then rested my full weight on top of him, feeling his arms wrap tightly around me. I would have stayed that way for as long as he let me, but I didn't imagine the floor was very comfortable despite the expensive carpet. "We should move, love." I nuzzled my nose into the side of his neck.

  He kissed the top of my head and rolled to his side, taking me with him so we ended up face to face on the floor. "Just gonna lay here a minute," he said, closing his eyes and pulling me tighter to his chest.

  "More relaxed?" I asked, sinking into his embrace. My mind calmed right along with my body and a sated buzz radiated through me.

  He sighed heavily, his whole body feeling boneless and pliable against me. "You didn't fuck me though."

  "Need lube for that, babe. But next time…"

  "Deal," was all he said before the room succumbed to silence and I let my lids slip closed.

  Section Five

  Falling asleep on the floor wasn't a good idea at the best of times, but doing it with an already stiff back was a definite no-no. Unfortunately, when you had the most beautiful man on earth holding you—his snores more like really loud purrs of contentment in your ear—it was hard to resist, at least for a while. I was aware not only of the strain on my back, but the stickiness of our come, mixing lovingly together but also threatening to rip off odd patches of body hair and irritate already over-sensitive skin.

  The sun had shifted in the sky, and the lounge was now bathed in only the tiniest of light that danced in strange patterns over the walls. Before I'd met Jade, I'd never taken the time to bask in the sunlight, never noticed the intricate shadows that played on walls and floors, or even simply sat and enjoyed the timeless beauty of an old piece of music. It wasn't that I'd been too busy or unhappy to enjoy life; I just went about my routine day with my eyes metaphorically closed. Jade had put a stop to that in a well-meaning, carefree way, and now I found myself enjoying the smaller things in life—the quiet moments and times when I mindfully allowed myself to live moment to moment.

  Brushing my nose against his, I whispered that we'd better get moving. He didn't stir at first, but a tiny grin curled up one side of his delicious mouth.

  "Morning blow job?" he asked, grin expanding as he leaned in for a kiss.

  "You just had one, and it's not even close to morning."

  He glared at me for a moment but was unable to hold it for long, his eyes and face brightening as he untangled himself from me and pushed up to a sitting position. He stretched his well-toned arms up over his head, smirking at my groan when I tried to do the same. My result was nowhere near as pretty, and the bones and muscles in my back protested loudly under my skin. In the end, he held out a hand to pull me from the floor and straight into his arms.

  "Let's go home and figure out our next step." He brushed a kiss over my lips then reached down to pull up first my pants, then his own. "Wanna stop and pick up some soy burgers?"

  "Not even a little bit."

  *~*~*

  Jade sprawled out on the couch as soon as we arrived home, Calliope purring contentedly on his flat belly. It was very unusual behavior for him considering he was always in motion whether cooking, picking up after me, or honing his craft. Every time he went out on tour I vowed I'd learn to clean up after myself, keep things tidier in the condo, even eating healthier, so Jade wouldn't have to coddle me quite so much. He always said he didn't mind, that he liked taking care of me because I was so awful at doing it myself and he had a selfish reason for keeping me around. He was too good for and to me, but how stupid would I be if I questioned his motives?

  "Wanna tell me what's going on in that beautiful head of yours?" I seated myself beside him and ghosted my fingers over his arm. "You think this is some elaborate set-up from Griz to get back at you?"

  He nodded, but kept his eyes averted, his lashes fluttering defiantly in the opposite direction from me. One of his hands repeatedly stroked over the full length of Calliope's furry body while her purr echoed through the room.

  "But getting an underage girl pregnant, Jade? That's even too low for him to sink, don't you think? Not to mention illegal."

  He looked at me then, grim sadness filling his eyes. "He told me once … the last time, you know, when he attacked me?" I dipped my head in understanding. "He said one day I was going to regret taking his job in a really big way."

  "But there's no proof that you even slept with her, let alone that the baby's yours, and with a paternity test, it'll be proven just the opposite."

  Jade shook his head, removing his hand from Calliope's body and receiving a vindictive "meow". He shoved his hair off his face in what I knew was pure frustration. "But you said so yourself, if the cops get involved, my innocence won't mean squat."

  I leaned in and stilled the rough movement of his hand in his hair. "We have the photos, babe."

  "Can you honestly show them to the girl's father, Mase? They're pornographic. I don't know if I can do that."

  "The cops will handle it, but the photos are the proof we need that something else is going on here. What else is bugging you?"

  He captured my hand on his cheek, holding it there and rubbing his face against it. It reminded me of a cat twining itself around the legs of its owner, seeking comfort and reassurance. "I was gonna quit."

  My eyes sought his, but he maintained his steely resolve, eyes cast downward. "That's why I was in such a hurry to come home. I wanted to tell you I was done with the touring and traveling, at least for a while. I just want to live here with you, write my songs, maybe record. I'm only twenty-six and I've been on the road since I was nineteen. I wanna kick back a bit, spend some time with you, have a life with you, but now..."

  I stroked his cheek with my thumb as Calliope snorted and jumped to the floor. "Now?"

  "I still want all that, but not this way, not with everyone thinking I've abused a fan or that I'm a fucking pedophile."

  "Then let's fix it before it gets to that point."

  He finally looked up, eyes dark with anger and sadness. "What?"

  Sliding my other arm around him, I pulled him tightly against me and kissed the side of his head. I felt the tiniest of wetness against my shoulder but just continued to hold him. If Jade needed to shed a few tears, I didn't have to make it
harder by exposing him. Pride was pride and I respected that.

  "I have an idea."

  *~*~*

  Jade's face crinkled with discomfort as he perched on the edge of a chair in my inner office. I realized the chair was almost older than he was and had seen way better days, but I didn't believe a few springs and a missing armrest could be the cause of him looking like he was ready to jump out of his skin. Nonetheless, I really needed to replace that chair.

  The creak of the outer office door made Jade jump from the piece-of-shit chair and stalk over to the furthest corner of the room. I held up my hands like I was calming a frightened horse. "Relax, love."

  "Easy for you to say," he hissed then lowered his gaze in apology.

  "Cason! You here?"

  With one last glance at a very antsy Jade, I smiled. "Ready? Here we go."

  "I should stay here?"

  "Until I give you your cue." This was turning into the most exciting case I'd ever had: drama and an elaborate ruse. Of course, it would have been better if Jade wasn't involved.

  I slipped out the door, closing it behind me, and immediately faced the broad back of Harvard Durango and a very irritated Shahara. "Good morning, folks. How are you today?"

  "You better have something for me, Cason. I'm missing my weekly golf game to be here."