by K. C. Wells
“Private rooms?”
“The club has six rooms that can be booked. Each one is equipped with everything you’d find out in the main area of the club, and if there’s something specific you’d like in there, you only have to ask. Of course, there’s a bed.”
That single word was enough to conjure up all kinds of images, ones that sent heat pulsing through Heath. Visions of naked flesh, damp with perspiration, a head thrown back, a silent cry, a wide back, fingers digging into the muscles….
“We’re not talking sheets. Just a vinyl cover. But definitely a bed frame that someone can be tied to, spread out….” Xavier’s breath tickled his ear. “You can picture that, can’t you?”
Another hard swallow. “That’s a… rhetorical question, isn’t it?”
Xavier’s soft chuckle rolled from his lips and reverberated through Heath’s neck. “Look over there.” He pointed to where a couple sat, watching the threesome. The sub sat on the Dom’s lap, his legs wide, spread by his master’s. He leaned back, the Dom taking his weight, stroking the sub’s thighs, trailing his fingers over his belly.
“Some guys like to be watched. Others like to watch. Those two? See how his master is whispering to him the whole time, while he touches him? See how hard his boy is?”
Heath couldn’t miss it. The Dom worked the sub’s dick, and the boy arched his back, pushing his shaft through the circle of his master’s hand, rolling his hips gently, picking up speed as he rocked back and forth.
“Won’t be long now. You’ll see,” Xavier whispered confidently.
Heath opened his mouth to ask See what? when the submissive stood, turned around, and faced his master, sitting astride him. He looped his arms around the Dom’s neck and they kissed, slowly at first, but then with increasing fervor, until the boy was almost shaking with need. Heath caught his breath as the sub lifted himself up, allowing the Dom to guide his thick, glistening cock into the sub’s hole. He sank down onto it, shuddering, and his master kissed him again, on his lips and forehead, his hands caressing the boy’s arsecheeks in soft, circular motions.
“We’re not here, as far as they’re concerned,” Xavier said in a low voice. “They’re lost to us, to this room. All they see is each other.” His breathing hitched. “They’re so beautiful to watch.”
Heath had to agree. The way the sub kept his focus on his master’s face as he bounced on that meaty dick…. The way he clung to his Dom’s shoulders, while his master’s hands were on his waist, helping him to move up and down on that cock…. The look of rapture on the Dom’s face….
Then Heath became aware that Xavier had moved to stand behind him, close enough that Heath could feel the heat pouring off his body. He wanted to give some sign that he liked it, but his throat seized up. Xavier reached around him, undid the one button on his jacket, and slid his hands inside it, coming to rest on Heath’s waist.
“Do you want me to stop?” Xavier whispered.
“That depends on… how far you intend going,” Heath croaked.
Xavier chuckled. “Put it this way. Your clothes are staying where they are.”
Relief poured through him. “Then no. Don’t stop.” Hadn’t he wanted this? From the moment he’d walked through those doors?
Then he closed his eyes and leaned back, his head resting against Xavier’s shoulder, stifling a moan as Xavier leisurely stroked his hands across Heath’s abs.
“Do you like it when I touch you?”
Heath wanted to yell that of course I bloody well like it. Instead, he chuckled. “You’re the expert. You tell me.”
“Your breathing has quickened, you’re moving incessantly against my body, and you’re pushing back onto my rigid cock. I’d say that’s a yes.” Breathing stopped when Xavier cupped Heath’s dick through his jeans. “God, you’re like a rock.” He rubbed it gently, his fingers seeking its outline through the fabric. “Eyes open, Heath. Watch them.”
Heath opened his eyes and stared at the couple in the chair. Breathless cries fell from the boy’s lips, his eyes were wide, and his cock was slapping against his belly. The Dom nodded, his gaze locked on his sub, his mouth open, both clearly on the verge of climax.
“Watch. Watch for the moment when he feels his master shoot his load inside him. Watch his face.”
Heath didn’t want to watch. He wanted to close his eyes and focus on that hand on his dick, those fingers that squeezed his shaft, that flicked his nipples through the thin cotton shirt he wore, sending sparks through him. But he wanted to see too.
The sub leaned forward, his forehead touching his master’s, his breath leaving him in short, sharp gasps. “Oh fuck.” He shuddered, burying his face in the Dom’s neck.
“There. Right now he feels that throbbing, feels his master coming inside him.”
Heath could almost feel it too. Fuck, he wanted to feel it, to lose himself in the act of hot, messy, imperfect sex. His body ached for it, to be taken, used, filled….
And before he could draw breath, Heath blurted out his desires. “I want to feel that too.” He grabbed Xavier’s hand, holding it in place over his aching dick. Heath pushed, grinding against Xavier’s palm, exerting just enough pressure to relieve the throb of his own shaft.
Xavier’s breathing was jagged. “Where? Here? In a room?”
Heath needed a little breathing space. He wanted to slow things down so he could enjoy every second of what was to come.
“My place.” That would give them time to cool off, to calm down, maybe even to change their minds—except Heath didn’t want to change his mind. It had been way too long since he’d gotten any action, and as for the last time someone had well and truly fucked him?
Had there ever been such a time?
Maybe it’s long overdue.
Then Xavier was tugging him from the group room, saying something about a taxi.
Thank God for that.
Chapter Seven
XAVIER THOUGHT the taxi would never get there.
He’d purposefully put a little distance between them, but that hadn’t stopped the looks they’d exchanged during the ride to Heath’s shop. Looks that promised this evening certainly wasn’t over.
Touching Heath like that, whispering in his ear, deliberately turning up the heat…. Xav hadn’t been able to resist the urge. It had only been the thought that he didn’t want to frighten Heath off that had prevented Xav from popping the button on Heath’s jeans and sliding his hand under the waistband. But fuck, the elation when Heath had ground his dick against Xav’s palm….
A cough catapulted him into the present. Heath regarded him with amusement. “I’ve paid the driver. It’s sort of customary to get out of the cab.” His lips twitched. “Unless you’re going on somewhere else?”
Xavier pointed to the taxi door. “Out.”
Heath’s reply of “Yes, sir” was almost lost in a chuckle.
Xavier followed him, waiting until the cab was gone before pushing Heath into the doorway, out of sight of the street. All traces of humor fled Heath and his breathing sped up as Xavier leaned in close, his hand cupping Heath’s cheek.
“Still want to feel a hard dick throbbing inside you?” Xavier said in a low voice. He smiled. “Just checking you haven’t changed your mind.”
Heath’s pupils enlarged, and his breathing hitched. He said nothing, but fumbled with the keys as he opened the door. Once inside with the door locked, he didn’t flick on the lights but dropped the keys to the floor, grabbed Xavier’s head in his hands, and kissed him, moaning softly into the kiss.
Xavier reached down and grabbed Heath’s arse, squeezing it through the denim, molding Heath’s body against his own, feeling his hard length against Xavier’s already stony shaft. Heath’s moans grew more plaintive as Xavier slowly rocked their bodies together.
Xavier struggled to catch a breath. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been so aroused. “Now, much as I love the idea of fucking you over the counter, I’d prefer to take you in a bed.”
“Over the—” Heath’s eyes widened. “You can’t say things like that to me and expect my brain to function normally.” His gaze drifted to the counter, and he swallowed. “And now I’m going to be picturing you doing just that every time I’m serving a customer.”
The trouble was, Xavier could imagine it too: Heath gripping the edge of the counter as Xavier plowed into him, his dick smacking against the cabinet, and oh my God, the sounds he’d make….
“Another time,” Xavier said hoarsely. “Upstairs.”
Heath pulled free, grabbed Xavier’s hand, and tugged him through the shop toward the rear. Then he made a mad dash back to retrieve the keys from where he’d left them. Heath hastily unlocked the wooden door, and they half walked, half fell up the stairs, Heath leading the way, until Xavier found himself in a cozy sitting room. The couch appeared supremely inviting, but obviously he’d lit a fire in Heath, who pulled him toward another door.
Heath’s bedroom consisted mainly of an old-fashioned wooden wardrobe, with a mirror set into the door, an equally old chest of drawers, and a large bed, complete with a curved brass frame that had turned an attractive shade of green. It didn’t take much for Xav to picture Heath spread out, his wrists and ankles bound to the bed, cock standing proud….
Down, boy. Another time. Tonight is for a totally different kind of discovery.
Heath let go of his hand. “Just so you know? It’s been a while.” Now that they were in his room, his nerves were once more apparent.
Time for Xavier to take the lead.
He stepped over to the bed, where he sat, bouncing a little. “Nice. I like a firm mattress.” He beckoned to Heath with a crooked finger. “Come here.”
Heath walked slowly, coming to a stop in front of him.
Xavier stared up at Heath. “Now. You were kissing me.” He rose to his feet, put his hands on Heath’s waist, and took up where they’d left off. Heath looped his arms around Xav’s neck as they kissed, his lips soft, his beard a gentle rasp of hair against Xavier’s. Xavier didn’t break the kiss as he eased Heath’s jacket from him and dropped it to the floor, loving the feel of warm flesh below the thin cotton shirt. Impulsively, he lifted Heath into his arms, backed up to the bed and sat down again, this time with Heath straddling his lap, his knees on the mattress.
Heath gripped Xavier’s shoulders and invested himself more fully in the kiss, moving gently against Xav’s body, his nerves apparently forgotten. Xav concentrated on getting his fingers to function as he freed each button on Heath’s shirt, then pulled the flaps aside to reveal a bare chest with only the lightest dusting of dark hair over his pecs and a tantalizing happy trail that disappeared below the waistband of his jeans.
Heath threw his head back with a breathless cry as Xavier kissed his neck. “That’s… playing dirty.”
Xavier chuckled against his collarbones. “And there’s a hot spot I’ll have to remember.” Suddenly, Heath was divesting Xavier of his own shirt, although with far more impatience than Xavier had exhibited. When bare flesh met bare flesh, both sighed with pleasure, and Xavier resumed his worship of Heath’s neck, only this time he sucked hard on the skin, noting how Heath rocked against him with greater urgency. Xavier drank him in: the smell of him, clean skin with a hint of muskiness that stirred Xavier’s blood; Heath’s bare chest, warm and soft against his; the contrast they made, the darkness of his skin against the cream of Heath’s; and his thighs that gripped Xavier’s as he rocked.
Xavier slipped his hands under Heath’s arse and stood, holding on to him as he turned to face the bed. As soon as he had, he lowered Heath onto the thick duvet. Once he had him where he wanted him, Xav unfastened Heath’s boots, then slowly removed them before doing the same with the socks.
Heath watched him, his chest rising and falling, biting his lip as Xavier rubbed the soles of Heath’s feet with his thumbs.
Xavier nodded in approval. “Not ticklish. Good to know. I’ve always thought feet are sexy.” He brought one foot closer to his face and darted out his tongue to lick Heath’s big toe. Heath’s reaction was enough to have him mentally file that away for the future. He unfastened Heath’s jeans and pulled them from his body by the ankles. He wanted Heath dizzy with desire, aching with need, by the time he got to slide his cock into that inviting body.
Heath had apparently read the same script. He pushed down his briefs, revealing a gorgeous dick, smooth and hard, that fell against his belly with a slap. Heath tossed the underwear aside and held his shaft steady in invitation, his gaze locked on Xavier, his lips parted in anticipation.
Xavier grinned. “Tempting though that is, my tongue has other plans.” And with that, he tugged Heath toward the edge of the bed until his arse was almost hanging off it, rolled his body up off the mattress—then knelt on the rug beside the bed and dove between Heath’s arsecheeks.
HEATH’S EYES rolled back into his head at the first touch of Xavier’s tongue against his hole. “F-fuck, you don’t waste time, do you?” He craned his neck to look at Xavier, who paused and grinned at him.
“You want me to stop? Slow down?”
Heath let out a growl he hadn’t even thought he had in him. “Don’t you dare.”
Another rich chuckle erupted from Xavier’s lips before he rubbed his face in Heath’s crease. “Damn. Can’t wait to be in this tight little hole.”
Fuck. Who would’ve thought a beard could feel so sexy?
As if he’d read Heath’s thoughts, Xavier repeated the action, rubbing his beard slowly over Heath’s hole, creating a sensation that was somewhere between ticklish and oh my God that’s driving me nuts.
Heath shivered as Xavier flicked his tongue lightly over Heath’s pucker, teasing it, before giving a slow, lingering lick all the way up to the root of his dick. Heath brought his legs to rest on Xavier’s shoulders, closed his eyes, and luxuriated in the sensations. He groaned when Xavier grabbed hold of his arsecheeks and spread him, feeling himself open for him.
“Look at that beautiful hole, getting ready for my cock.” Xavier pushed, and Heath shuddered at the wet heat there, loosening him. Xavier made stabbing motions with his tongue, and with each sensual assault, Heath was more on fire than he’d ever been in his life. This wasn’t just what promised to be a glorious fuck—what heightened his emotions was the knowledge that this was just the beginning. “You like your hole being played with?”
Before Heath could reply, Xavier penetrated him with a slick fingertip, and he shivered. No sooner had he felt it there than it was gone, and he reared his head up from the bed to glare at Xavier.
“I’m guessing that’s a yes.” Xavier focused his gaze on Heath as he repeated the action, staying a little longer inside Heath’s body, gently moving his finger in and out of him. “Now show me where you keep your lube and condoms.”
“What if I’ve run out of condoms?”
Xavier laughed. “Then I’ll fuck you with my fingers until you come all over yourself before shooting my load down your throat. There are always alternatives.” He arched his eyebrows. “Condoms?”
Heath pointed to the bedside cabinet. “Top drawer. New box.”
Xavier stretched out a hand to retrieve the items, then smiled. “Love how your hole feels. So warm and soft inside.”
Heath caught his breath as Xavier slid two cool, slick fingers into him before leaning over to grasp his dick around the base. “Oh, God, that’s so good.” He sighed as Xavier took Heath’s shaft into his mouth, surrounding it with warmth, while he slowly seesawed in and out of Heath’s body. He watched Xavier suck on the head with obvious enthusiasm, and shuddered as his finger connected with Heath’s prostate. Xavier began a leisurely massage, while his tongue traced a line up the underside of Heath’s cock. Then mouth and fingers worked in harmony as Xavier bobbed on his dick while twisting those fingers in and out. Heath cried out with sheer sensual joy, his head dropping back onto the mattress.
“That’s it. Enjoy it. Whatever makes you feel good.”
Heath laughed. “Anything?”
“You have something in mind?”
He lifted his head off the bed and gave Xavier a pointed stare. “You. In my mouth.”
Xavier was on his feet in a heartbeat, bending over to unfasten his shoes and remove his socks, then straightening to undo his pants and push them down to reveal….
Heath gave a slow grin. “Ready for action, I see.” Xavier’s cock was thick around the base, wide enough that the thought of it inside him sent a frisson of anticipation skittering through Heath. The head of his dick was the same color as the rest of Xavier, maybe a little darker, but the shaft was almost black, its root buried in a tight bush of jet-black curls. It curved up, not overly long, but with a girth that continued to the head.
This was going to be a stretch.
Xavier discarded his pants, climbed onto the bed, and shuffled across the mattress. He balanced on one knee as he brought the head of his dick to meet Heath’s lips. Heath nodded as he licked the taut, smooth skin, and Xavier sat back against the pillows, legs spread wide to give Heath access.
That was all the invitation Heath required.
He shifted onto his front, taking Xavier’s cock deep, choking a little as it filled his mouth. Then breathing became a chore as Xavier leaned forward, stretching over him, his fingers once again inside Heath’s hole, and Heath rocked between the two sensations. He moaned as he tongued Xavier’s balls, putting all the effort he could muster into worshipping Xavier’s thick dick. Xavier’s broad chest was covered with a fuzz of black hair, and Heath stroked his abs, his fingers brushing over the ridges in the firm flesh. A body that spoke of power….
Xavier moaned softly. “And I thought I was hard before you got going on it.” He thrust up into Heath’s mouth, both hands on Heath’s head as he pumped his thick cock deep. His words filled Heath with pride, and he sucked harder, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he stretched his mouth to take Xavier’s shaft.
This is going in me. The thought sent waves of heat pulsing through him.