by Hayes, Lane
“I’m sorry for your loss, Wes. Very sorry.”
“Thanks. I am too, but I don’t want to dwell on it. Mike would hate this endless fucking well of sadness. It wasn’t him.”
“What was he like?”
“Mike was a gentle giant. He was a jolly bear of a man who loved a good practical joke. He was crazy about baseball, wine, homemade pizzas…and Geordie. He didn’t mind a friendly debate about the first three, but God help the man who so much as raised an eyebrow at Geordie.” Wes threaded his fingers through my hair and hummed as if thinking of a memory he wasn’t ready to share. “Mike was solid and bright and dependable. You were happier when you were with him—you couldn’t help it. He loved to laugh, and he had a gift for finding humor in any situation. And Geordie made him laugh. They were good together. Amazing, actually. The bear and the twink.”
“Opposites,” I stated lamely, unsure how to give comfort or talk about a man I’d only met once.
“Perfect opposites, like the sun and the moon.” His voice was thick with emotion when he continued, “ ‘The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.’ ”
“Is that a poem?”
“Yes.”
He seemed lost in thought. Here, but not really with me. He tightened his hold like he needed me to anchor him to the moment and keep him grounded. Not because I was special but because he needed the connection and I happened to be there. I ran a soothing hand along his spine and impulsively burrowed my nose into the crevice of his neck.
“Did you write it?”
Wes chuckled and kissed my cheek before pulling back to look into my eyes. “No. It’s from Stop All the Clocks by W.H. Auden. It’s a beautiful poem. Heartbreaking. Sad.”
“I don’t want you to be sad. Let me make you happy. At least for a little while.”
He closed his eyes then opened them with a renewed sense of purpose as though willing the ghosts he’d conjured to disappear and let something new take their place. “What did you have in mind?”
“I told you I was a second-date ho. I’m sure we can think of something.”
Wes’s eyes twinkled, but he didn’t speak or move. He cradled my face in his hands, and I swore I felt something in the air move around us. Maybe it was just the wind, but it felt like magic. Something my analytic brain couldn’t compute and file without further examination. I would certainly debunk my ridiculous theory later and refile my musing under “low-level inebriation and possible exhaustion.” For now, I wasn’t going to question a thing.
I closed the gap between us and covered his mouth in a demanding kiss. I softened the overly enthusiastic connection and pulled back to lick the corner of his lips in a silent request for entry. Wes hummed his approval. He tilted his head and slid his tongue alongside mine before twirling, licking, and sucking in a sensual frenzy that left us both breathless. I raked my fingers down his spine and rested them on his belt for a second. I wanted to slip my hands under his jeans, but there was no way to do it without separating, and the chilly breeze wasn’t conducive to baring skin. I clutched his ass instead and rocked my pelvis against his repeatedly as our tongues dueled in an incessant erotic slide.
Wes grunted and backed up to give himself room to cup my shaft through the denim. Then he unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans, and slipped his fingers around my cock. I gasped in surprise. The contrast of cold air and his warm touch through my boxer briefs was intoxicating. I made a needy mewling sound and jutted my hips forward looking for friction.
I dropped my corner of the blanket to free my hands and start working on his jeans. I had to feel him. Last weekend was a tease. It was a nice and unexpected diversion, but I’d had zero illusion of it leading to something more. Now here we were again. This was an opportunity or a cosmic sign I wasn’t about to ignore.
Wes stilled my hands on his buckle and inadvertently knocked the blanket off my shoulder. “Let’s go inside, Nicky.”
The husky sound of his voice turned me inside out. I would have literally done anything he’d suggested then and there. Get naked on the balcony? Done. Get on your knees and blow me? Double done.
I grabbed the blanket and followed him into the dimly lit bedroom. He locked the door then pointed at the French doors, silently instructing me to close them too. I obeyed quickly. When I turned around he was standing near the foot of the enormous bed, removing his sport coat. Butterflies fluttered wildly in my stomach, and that alone was a first. Sex never made me nervous. I loved sex. It was nature’s best stress relief, and it was good for you. It improved immunity, sleep, and blood pressure. I highly recommended having sex as often as possible. But these butterflies made it difficult to move. Or breathe. My mouth was dry, my hands were clammy, and I couldn’t tear my gaze from him. He looked godlike and commanding, unbuttoning his shirt with his head cocked.
“Did you change your mind?” he asked in that same low timbre. His voice moved through me like warm honey in hot tea.
I shook my head. “No way.”
Wes flashed a pirate’s smile and sauntered toward me, stopping when we stood toe-to-toe. He stared deep into my eyes as he undid the buttons on my Oxford shirt. I caught a note of daring in his expression, but I couldn’t read him well, and I couldn’t concentrate. I was light-headed and woozy with desire. He thrust his tongue inside my mouth in a kiss that was more like a quest for possession than a gentle prelude to the next act. The word ravish came to mind. I loved the chafe of his beard against my smooth-shaven jaw as he sucked, licked, and nibbled my lips, chin, and neck. I was in an erotic haze. Maybe that’s why I didn’t notice how fast he managed to slip my shirt from my shoulders and push my jeans over my ass with little input from me.
I moaned when our bare chests collided. Wes was all sinewy muscle with toned pecs and a six-pack men twenty years younger would envy. I brushed my thumbs over his nipples and tweaked them, loving his groan of approval. He pushed his shirt off and then pulled me against him. He slid a single digit along my crack in a featherlight touch that drove me mad. I pumped my hips forward and reached for his belt again. I didn’t want soft or gentle now. I wanted the same rough intensity he threw into that kiss. I threaded the leather through the metal and unbuckled it just as Wes slipped his fingers under the elastic of my briefs and freed my aching dick.
I licked my lips and watched him through hooded eyelids. His nostrils flared with desire as he covered my shaft and squeezed. My heart raced as a wave of pleasure tingled along my spine. I fumbled with his zipper and shoved my hand inside his briefs with little finesse and pushed the fabric aside. I palmed his heavy cock and ran my thumb over his slit, smearing precum judiciously over the wide head. Then I curled my fingers around him and stroked.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Wes murmured.
He tightened his grip and mirrored my languid motion, stroking me from base to tip and back again. I was practically whimpering when he twisted his wrist and then reached down to fondle my balls while he tugged at my flesh. And when he covered both of our cocks and stroked us together, I had to hold on to his shoulders to remain upright. His talented hands and mouth overpowered me. I was never passive in the bedroom, but this time I was content to let someone else lead. At least that’s what I thought until he released my balls and smacked my ass hard enough to leave a handprint.
“Clothes off. Get on the bed. Let me taste you.”
I sat on the edge of the mattress and got rid of my shoes, socks, and jeans. I flopped beside him when he pulled the duvet back and patted the space beside me. Wes ignored my antics and turned to open the top drawer in the nightstand. When he set a condom and lube aside, my breath caught in my lungs. I hadn’t been on the receiving end in years. And Wes was big. Maybe he’d bottom. He had a beautiful ass, I mused as I stroked myself roughly. Actually, he had a beautiful everything. He was an erotic dream come to life. In fact, this whole scenario was like a dream. I was in a strange bed at a party I’d basically crashed waiting for a half-dressed
sexy man I’d met once before to join me and do whatever the hell he wanted.
“You gotta hurry. I’m gonna cum from just looking at you,” I croaked.
“Mmm, so impatient,” he whispered as he climbed over me, caging my head between his muscular arms.
I let go of my dick and pulled him against me. We both gasped at the delicious slide of our hard-ons. I lifted my hips and wrapped my legs around his ass, kicking his jeans lower in an effort to get closer still. We sucked on each other’s tongues as we humped and grinded. It felt amazing, but we both knew we could do better. I bit his lower lip and nudged him with my nose.
“You said something about sucking me off, right?”
Wes snickered as he shifted his weight so he hovered above me. He kissed me roughly then nodded. “I said ‘taste.’ Like this.”
He slid down my torso and licked his way along my chest. He stopped to suck my tits and the sensitive skin at my hip before following my V line with the tip of his tongue to the base of my drooling cock. I propped myself on my elbows to see what he’d do next, though I really hoped he planned on sucking me. I was so hard I hurt everywhere. Wes’s sense of urgency didn’t match mine. He made a blissed-out sound as he twirled his tongue around my balls, one at a time. Then he sucked them at the same leisurely pace. It was sensual torture. I arched my back and tugged at his hair.
“You’re fucking killing me. Suck me already.”
Wes grinned mischievously then swooped down and swallowed me whole. I cried out and collapsed onto the pillow, grasping the sheets for purchase while he worked me into a frenzy. He was relentless, and sucking dick seemed to be his favorite pastime. I certainly had no complaints. I raked my fingers through his hair and widened my knees to give him more room. I was unapologetically wanton, and though I was perfectly happy to reciprocate, this was heaven.
When he released me with a noisy pop, I sat up on one elbow again and nearly passed the fuck out. Wes’s jeans were pushed under his ass, giving me room to reach between his thighs and finger his hole. His eyes held a sex-hazed look along with something that felt like a dare. We stared at each other for a moment, our heavy breathing and the faint sounds of music and laughter from the opposite side of the door drifting between us. I hoped he’d break the quiet before I said anything stupid. Wes knew what he was doing. I wanted him to keep leading.…But someone had to say something.
“What are we doing?” I asked lamely.
“You’re fingering my ass.”
I licked my dry lips. “Feel good?”
Wes smiled then bit the inside of my thigh before pushing me aside. He sat up to remove his jeans; then he reached for the condom and tossed it onto my stomach and set the lube onto the mattress. He crawled back between my legs and poured a generous amount of lube into his palm. Wes stroked his cock and leaned in to pick up the condom with his teeth. He dropped it on my chest before sealing his lips over mine in a punishing kiss.
“You look lost, baby. Tell me you’ve done this before.”
“Done what?” I squeaked. No joke. I sounded like a dork picking up his blind date, only to find he was miles outside of my league.
“Fucked a man,” he said as he leaned in to lick my swollen lips.
“Yes.” I nodded vehemently as though my added gesture was proof I was telling the truth.
Wes gave me a lopsided smile and grabbed the condom before sitting back on his knees. “Good, then—”
“Wait!” I struggled to sit up and keep my eyes north of his stiff prick. “I haven’t bottomed in a while. I’ll do it. I mean, I want to do it, but—”
“Then suit up, baby. You can top.”
“Really?”
Wes furrowed his brow and tapped his cock against my leg. “Nick, I can’t remember the last time I wanted someone this badly. If you feel the same way, stop playing around and get the fucking condom on.”
I scrambled to roll the latex on and add lube before lying on my back. I wondered if he could tell I was shaking like a leaf. I couldn’t figure it out. I’d been with a few men…and a fair amount of women. I didn’t think it was our age difference. Nor did I think it was his sophisticated bearing. As silly as it seemed, Wes’s no-nonsense attitude and regal air screamed “top.” Not “versatile-guy-willing-to-do-whatever-his-partner-didn’t-want-to-do.” The very concept of versatility was odd to me; it seemed wishy-washy. But that wasn’t Wes. At all.
“You look nervous.”
“I’m not,” I snorted derisively. Nor was I stupid. I wasn’t going to engage in a conversation I knew might piss him off before we did this. “Are you?”
Wes grinned then straddled me again. He positioned my sheathed cock at his entrance and then grasped my hands as he slowly slid down my length. He stopped to acclimate a couple of times, holding eye contact before continuing until he was fully seated. I let out a breath and massaged his thighs, hoping the gesture would relax us both. I was horny as hell. I wanted nothing more than to flip him on his back and fuck him senseless. But I held on to my cool, hoping he’d start moving. Soon.
“Hmm, Nicky,” he sighed, rocking slowly. Up and down and then side to side. His voice had a sexy edge that made me quiver and pray I didn’t come immediately. “You feel so—”
“Please,” I begged.
Wes refocused and stopped moving. “You okay?”
“No. I’m going to die if you don’t move.”
“We can’t have that,” he commented sardonically as he rolled his hips in a steady back-and-forth motion.
“I—oh, fuck. Yes. More.”
I dug my nails into his thighs when he picked up his tempo and twisted my nipples hard enough to hurt. There was no pain, though. Only an intense pleasure that built with his quickening motion. I stroked him with my right hand and reached up with my left to run my fingers through the light smattering of hair on his chest. I loved the texture and frankly, I loved his masculinity. He surrounded me, subtly driving me to lift my hips or change the angle of my stroke while he controlled the pace. He was expertly topping from the bottom.
Once the realization hit me, of course, I wanted to change positions. I smacked his ass to get his attention. He laughed and immediately captured both of my hands over my head and swiveled his hips enticingly.
“You want to play rough, Nicky?”
“No, but…” Geez, I couldn’t say it aloud without sounding juvenile, but Wes seemed to know anyway.
“What if I told you I’ve been thinking about your beautiful cock all week? Riding you like this…fuck, it’s better than I imagined.” He dug his heels into the sides of my legs and spouted some serious porn-worthy dirty talk with a cowboy theme that made me wish he was wearing a Stetson.
I forgot about changing positions. I forgot my notion that being on top required it. In fact, I forgot my name. If Wes wanted to give me a new one for the duration of his nasty cowboy scenario come to life, I wouldn’t argue. He could do whatever the hell he wanted as long as he kept moving. And when he slowed to grab my hand and set it on his rigid prick, telling me he was close, I was the one who came undone. I bent my knees and bucked my hips upward as I growled and shook like crazy. I had the presence of mind to keep stroking him with a firm grip, but it wasn’t a matter of being thoughtful. At that moment, he felt like an extension of myself. I used all of my personal favorite tricks as though I was jerking myself and was rewarded with his fierce roar when his release hit him, sending ropes of cum over my fist and across my chest.
Wes screwed his eyes shut for a second before gently disengaging and falling onto the pillow next to me. He leaned over to kiss my cheek. I intercepted the peck with my tongue and rolled to pull him against me. I was thoroughly spent with a used condom on my junk and covered in jizz, but I didn’t care if Wes didn’t. I didn’t want this to end.
“We’re a mess. Come on,” Wes slapped my ass and pulled out of my arms. “Shower time.”
The bathroom was well-appointed with marble countertops, ornate silver framed mirrors, a
nd old-fashioned fixtures. It looked like a recent remodel designed with a nod toward the home’s original splendor. But it was small. There was no way two grown men could share the shower comfortably. Wes didn’t have the same reservations. He stepped under the spray then gestured for me to join him. I tossed the condom into the trash and moved toward the glass door, mentally measuring the fit.
Wes rolled his eyes then cupped a handful of water and tossed it at me. I scowled and immediately hopped in and backed him up against the cool marble tile. It was childish retaliation. The kind of thing I used to do to Eric when we were lovers. Something silly to keep things light when I saw his eyes take on a starry quality I knew I couldn’t return. I’d piss him off and make him wonder why he bothered with me. I didn’t know how to communicate any other way, and Eric seemed to understand. But Wes was unfazed.
He chuckled at my Neanderthal maneuver before pushing me against the adjacent wall and wrapping his hand around my neck in a proprietary choke hold before thrusting his tongue deep inside my mouth. The kiss was more of a warning than an affectionate gesture. Unbelievably, my dick twitched, though I knew I was nowhere near ready for round two.
I gasped for air when he finally let me go. Wes winked then nonchalantly reached for a bar of soap. He lathered it between his hands and got busy washing us both. I couldn’t decide if I liked being taken care of this way or not.…I hadn’t mastered the rules of reciprocation outside of the bedroom. I was clumsy in my overtures and tended to move on before I became too flustered. I didn’t feel that way now.
I snatched the soap from Wes’s hand then gestured for him to face the wall. He curled his lips in his signature lopsided smile and obeyed. When he set his hands on the walls like he expected a pat down, I gave a half laugh and leaned in to bite his earlobe.
“No. Spread your ass for me,” I purred.
Wes groaned as he rested his forehead on the tile and lowered his hands to pull his cheeks open. I licked the water streaming down his neck and gently pushed a soapy finger into his hole. He squirmed, but I could tell he liked it. I added more soap and a second digit and finger fucked him while I twirled my tongue around the shell of his ear and humped against his thigh. We both knew nothing was going to happen here, but it felt good to play. And truthfully, it felt good to make him feel good.