North Shore

by Santino Hassell

  “Ahh....” I braced my hand against the window, hips jolting forward. “Yes….”

  Charles squeezed our erections together and started pumping, causing pre-cum to ooze from my tip every time he pulled my foreskin with each upstroke.

  “Fuck,” I whispered. “Yeah, jerk us off. Make that dick drip.”

  Charles arched his back from the window, hips jerking as he went from using one hand to two. My dick in one, his in the other. I fucked his hand while my body overheated and my balls pulled up tight. I was unable to look away from his wild eyes and parted lips. He kept glancing between my dick and my eyes, his brows twisted together and hair everywhere. Eventually he abandoned his own dick to focus on mine, one hand choking my thick erection and flying over it so fast I was seeing stars.

  “You’re gonna make me come,” I warned, eyes rolling back. “I’m so close.”

  “Not yet.” Charles slid his hand away, eliciting a mournful groan from me. “I want to suck it.”

  My hand shot down to squeeze my base as an explosion of heat started in my belly. This was a fantasy, an actual fantasy I’d had about him some time in the past couple of months. I’d jerked off to a pretend scenario where we ran into each other getting the mail and wound up fucking around right in this exact same spot. It was nearly déjà vu when he reversed our positions so my back was to the window, and I swear it had happened before when he knelt between my thighs. The difference was that in my fantasy, he was smirking and teasing. Here, now, in real life—he was breathing hard and impatient to get me down his throat.

  I was on the thick side, but Charles opened his mouth wide and took me in with a moan. His fingers tightened around my base, fingers pressed in the vein pulsing up the underside of my cock, and slowly pulled his mouth up and off. I could do nothing but watch dazedly as he flicked his tongue at my dick slit as it poked out from my foreskin. He pulled it down a little, revealing more and more of my cockhead, and lavished it in wet sloppy kisses.

  My eyes rolled back. “God, I love your mouth.”

  Charles hummed against my dick, pulling the foreskin up again, then flicked his tongue at it. My thighs strained, trembling just slightly, as he flicked his tongue beneath the thin fold in a tease that sent more pre-cum sliding down my shaft. I pressed my hands against the sides of the window, tilting my head back, and unraveled as he played with me. Everything in my body was coming undone, seams unraveling and brain self-destructing, as he sucked the tip of my dick into his mouth again and pulled away with a pinch of my foreskin still between his lips.

  “Fuck,” I cried. “I’m really gonna come.”

  Charles pumped me faster, gripping me so tight I was stripped of the ability to think. Every thought narrowed to his hand, the pulse of my cock, and the feel of his wet velvet mouth sinking down to cover me as he jerked the base. I braced the back of his head with both hands and fucked into his mouth. A devil took hold of my hips and forced them to drove myself deeper down his throat.

  I grabbed the base of my dick with one hand and a handful of his hair with the other. He looked up at me then, eyes twinkling and lips spread into a wicked smile, and it was just like my fucking fantasy. I flashed him a smile of my own. It widened when he pressed his hands to the floor between his folded legs, all demure and passive, and stuck out his tongue.

  I tapped the tip of my dick against his extended tongue. “¿Quieres esto?”

  Charles nodded, gaze never leaving mine. I pulled my foreskin back and dragged the sticky tip of my cock along his tongue before feeding it into his mouth. He never took his eyes off me. Not even when my balls were pressed to his chin and he had no choice but to breathe through his nose. I yanked my shirt up so I could see, unobstructed, the sight of him sucking my dick without use of his hands.

  “Yeah,” I hissed, rocking into his mouth. “Mi niño lindo.” The moan that muffled out from around my cock prompted me to move faster, sliding in and out of his lips so that my balls slapped his chin. “Ahh…”

  He wrapped his lips around my shaft just as I exploded all over his tongue. I grabbed the base again, working it with my fingers as my mind blanked out. I released spurt after spurt into his waiting mouth, ass cheeks clenching as I lodged down his throat. When I pulled out, it was with a shaky groan and a sloppy smear of my cockhead against his lips.

  God, he was a mess. Saliva and semen all over his mouth and chin. I flashed back to that night in the basement, and the desire to kiss him overtook everything else. I yanked him up by his collar and slammed him against his door. He whimpered when I began giving him the exact same kind of tongue bath I’d given him that evening—licking all traces of saliva and cum from his face instead of ice cream.

  “I want you in my bed,” I said between licks. “I want to make you come. And then I want to fuck you.”

  “God, yes,” he whispered. “I need that so bad.”

  “Yeah?” I licked down his throat, sucking the side of it. “Tell me why you need it.”

  “Because I need to be fucked. By you.” Charles pulled me into a brief messy kiss. “Until I can’t think about anything else but that fat cock deep in my hole, shoving so far inside that you might hit my fucking bladder.”

  My jaw dropped. “Jesus Christ.”

  He arched a sassy eyebrow. “You asked.”

  “Leave it to you to make it sound all… violent.”

  Charles smacked my ass. “Shut up and pick an apartment.”

  “Depends. What kinda lube you got?” I knocked my hand against his door, and my fingers brushed paper. Without thinking, I removed a folded piece of paper that had been taped to the door. “What the hell is this?”

  Charles froze then burst into motion. He grabbed the paper and squinted in the gloom from the street lamps outside. It took all of a second for his posture to stiffen and him to inhale audibly.

  Dread filled the tiny vestibule so palpably I could taste it.

  Landon had been here.

  North Shore - chapter 15

  Chapter Fifteen

  Charles

  I couldn’t get my leggings pulled up fast enough.

  All of a sudden, everything was a rush. The intimate moment was gone, my dick soft, and panic was choking me instead of a burning need to be manhandled and penetrated by the ridiculously sexy bastard hovering behind me.

  I could only think of Landon having been in the house, of having a way inside the vestibule even if he couldn’t get into the apartment, and maybe even lurking around. Having seen us through the window. Or having seen me and Luis some other time, maybe on one of the many occasions when we’d stood here kissing playfully and teasing each other. I wanted to vomit.

  All of those special bits and pieces that had painstakingly added up to the whole that had made me deliriously happy only ten minutes ago were suddenly violated. By that motherfucker.

  “Hey, hey…”

  Luis put his hands on my shoulders, and I flinched away from him. The need to not be touched when I felt so small and fucking exposed was instinctual, and yet the automatic reaction made me feel like absolute shit.

  “I need to go,” I gritted. “I need to go upstairs.”

  I fumbled in the pockets of my sweater for my keys, hands shaking. They nearly dropped when I finally untangled them from the oversized knitted fabric, and I couldn’t hold my hand still enough to get the key into the lock.

  “Charles, please.” Luis gently put his hand over mine, closing his fingers over my own. “Come to my place.”

  “I need to be alone.”

  “Baby, no. You’ll just go take this shit out on your apartment, and then you’ll be upset later.” He tightened his hand on mine, his breath slow and even in my ear. “Just come inside with me, and we don’t have to talk, or you can scream and curse and I’ll sit there quiet. Or you can use my punching bag. Whatever you want.”

  I closed my eyes, sucking in deep breaths as my heart tried to pound out of my chest. He inched in closer, until we were so close I could feel his
warmth, and smell his cologne and hair product. Over time, all of those things had become a comfort to me even though I’d rejected the dawning realization that he was a comfort to me. And I was so grateful for it. For him.

  My throat locked up and my eyes burned. I pressed my forehead against the door, sucking in deep breaths but unable to stop the tears from sliding from the corners of my eyes. Biting my lip didn’t stop the choked sob from trying to escape my throat, and it was loud as hell in the quiet room.

  Luis put both hands on my shoulders, digging in tight, and held on even when I violently tried to shrug him off. I growled, but he ignored it and pressed his face into my hair.

  “Just leave,” I pleaded. “Go away, Luis.”

  “No. I’d rather get cut than leave you here like this.”

  Those words, spoken in that low fierce tone, totally broke me. I pressed my hands to my face, crying harder, and was too frazzled to stop him when he spun me around. He rubbed my back while I cried into his shirt, which just made it all worse.

  “I fucking hate this,” I choked out. “I fucking hate that you see me like this.”

  “It doesn’t matt—”

  “It matters,” I shouted, pulling away only to find the door at my back. “I wanted—I realized I wanted… more with you. And then I fall to pieces as soon as his name pops into my head. I’m a fuckup and a mess, and I hate myself for being so weak—”

  Luis jerked my chin up, hands rougher than they’d ever been on me, and kissed me so hard our teeth clicked together. I pulled away and tried to speak, but he shoved me harder against the wall and kissed me again. With his tongue lashing at me, and him effortlessly holding me against the door, it was almost too easy to go slack and part my lips. Even with anger and fear soaring through me and trying to make me their bitch, I couldn’t stop from moaning against him. Or from frantically kissing back.

  He could probably taste the salt from my tears, but it didn’t deter him. He cupped my face with one hand and used the other to lift me up as if I weighed nothing. It another moment, another mindset, I may have been annoyed by the treatment, but now I wrapped my legs around him. He was so fucking strong, so hard and powerful, that my dick thickened against him again.

  “Forget him. Focus on me,” he whispered against my lips. “Come inside and let me treat you right.”

  I shook my head, panting and slightly out of my mind. “No, you—upstairs. I want you to fuck me in that bed. Make it mine again.”

  Luis’ eyes slit open just enough for me to see the glitter of them, then he nodded once. He let me down and panted against my neck while I shoved the key in the lock. His hands were all over me, but not reaching down to grab my dick or yank at my clothes. He slid them up and down my sides with firm glides of his palms while tracing light kisses along the side of my face.

  I’d never felt more cared for.

  The key went into the lock with limited fumbling, and I led him upstairs like I had so many other times before. The only difference was that this time there was no flirtatious dissing and teasing, no banter or laughter. The stairwell was filled only with the sound of my heavy breathing and his footsteps behind me. We remained that way even after entering the dark apartment. It was surreal to bring him to my bedroom with Landon just lingering at the back of my mind. Over the past several weeks, he had become nonexistent to me. Now, he was a ghost hovering just at my peripheral vision. A reminder that I’d caught them in this exact same room, this exact same bed, about to bang.

  Luis put his hands on my hips, jolting me from my reverie, and guided me down to the bed. “Stop thinking about him.”

  “I can’t.” I let him push me onto my back, my legs hanging off the side of the bed. “He’s everywhere. All that note said was that he needed to pick up the rest of his shit, and I had a breakdown. He’s a disease that spreads and turns everything rancid.”

  “Not everything.” Luis knelt between my thighs, his big body pushing them further apart, and yanked off my barely tied boots. “So close your eyes and let me take care of you.”

  It didn’t work that way. I wanted to snap at him, to bare my teeth and explain how fucking didn’t wipe away bad memories. His dick wasn’t magic, and it didn’t contain a cure. Especially not when he had a habit of running from his own problems. But on the same token, I wanted him to fix me. To fix all of this. Or at least make me forget so I could enjoy all the feelings that had been swimming to the surface after we’d left Club Cummings and gotten into that cab together.

  “Think about dancing, baby,” he said as he pulled off my socks one by one. “It’s what I do when I’m angry. I think about working out, or boxing, and how I can work off that anger and frustration so I don’t put my fist in someone’s mouth.”

  Dancing. Performing. Being on stage with Luis instead of Gabe or Rox or whatever the hell he wanted to call himself. Me moving with Luis in that slow grind, us side-by-side celebrating our queerness and our desire, and him giving me a worshipful kiss on stage in front of hundreds. Our choreography that we’d developed together. Us fucking hard and fast in a dressing room after an intense performance. Us going home together. Our plans twining together until they completed each other.

  Was it possible?

  One of my leggings skinned down, then the other.

  Could it be real?

  Did I have the courage to pursue this dream come true? The possibility was terrifying and thrilling, and enough to blight out everything but a reminder that Luis was the best thing to happen to me in a very long time.

  “Luis…”

  “Yeah?”

  “I want to meet Marquis.”

  Luis pressed his lips to the inside of my thigh, and I could feel the shape of his smile. “There’s my hardheaded pretty boy.”

  I closed my eyes as he trailed a line of wet kisses up the inside of my thigh and up to my groin. “Would that make you happy? If I was in the troupe?”

  “It’s not about me. Stop making shit about me and your… gratitude to me.”

  “But—"

  “Charles, it’d make me happy to suck your dick until you’re so relaxed my cock won’t hurt you when I shove it in your ass.”

  My dick throbbed, balls so swollen I reached down to pull on them only to find my hand slapped away. It was no gentle slap. My hand stung, and it only made me harder. I moaned, low and surprised, and lifted my bare feet onto the mattress.

  “Spread your legs for me,” Luis said in that same low serious voice. “Show me everything. I need to know what I’m working with if you want me to work it out.”

  I moaned again, louder this time, and lifted my legs so I could grab the back of my knees. Cool air from the window blew against my body, and the feeling of being utterly exposed in a way I hadn’t been in ages hit me. My last few times with Landon before the cruise had always been with me face down in the mattress as he rutted against me until he came. It’d been hate fucking. And not the good kind. It’d been sad and—

  “Oh shit.”

  The feel of Luis’ tongue circling my hole vanquished every thought. My eyes rolled back and my dick pulsed against my stomach. He pressed his big hands to my lower thighs, pushing them apart, and fucked my ass with the pointed tip of his tongue until I was undulating on the bed like a wave. After so long the sensation was unfamiliar enough to be exotic—something I’d received so rarely that the very idea was enough to make me come.

  He ate me like I was the best meal he’d had in years, groaning with each lick and squeezing my balls as they grew tighter. I spread open wider, writhing, and started jacking myself the moment he went from licking my ass to sucking on my balls. When one of his fingers slid into my saliva streaked hole, I cried out so sharply it pierced the night.

  It was the last sound I mustered. My voice caught in my throat and my mouth gaped, no sounds coming out except harsh gasps as I was triply stimulated—dick, balls, and ass. I was going to come in no time—it was a given. There was no other option with him using every body par
t he could access, and I could already feel it building.

  “Yeah, like that,” I whispered. “Please, just—just like that.”

  Luis moaned against me, a low anguished sound, and my hips jackknifed up. I could feel my peak about to hit just when he went from playing with my ass to restraining my arms. My body went into shock from the sudden lack of sensation. It was the worst kind of torture, and I could do nothing but squeeze my eyes shut and suck in sobbing breaths.

  “Condoms,” his voice filtered in. “Lube?”

  I threw out a wild arm to point to the end table. I couldn’t help any more than that. My entire body was rebelling against me, balls abandoned, ass clenching, and dick so hard the ache was on the verge of painful. The only thing keeping me from cursing him was the fact that I was going to have him in me soon.

  “Fuck me,” I pleaded softly. “Please fuck me. I just…”

  Luis grunted above me, his breath hissing out. I heard the sound of something wet slicking, and knew he was lubing himself up. “You just what, papi? You want this dick?” The plump crown pressed to my opening, and my toes curled. “To pound that sweet ass of yours?”

  “Yeah.” My voice was nothing more than a breath, so I strained myself to look up at him. His head was bowed, full lips damp and parted, as he jacked his dick with the head pressed up to my hole. “Luis.”

  Those dark eyes rose and drilled into me, sending a chill down my spine. He was wearing the same expression he’d worn in the mock ring earlier this evening. The look meant to intimidate opponents, and to silently say I’m going to fucking wreck you. My body was molten lava under the weight of that stare.

  “I want you to fuck me until you think I can’t take it,” I whispered. “Until I’m almost in tears because I’m stretched so fucking wide. Until you know I can’t think about anything but the biggest dick I’ve ever had in me completely wiping out every thought.”