Pure Fluff: A Limited Edition Valentine's Day Bundle

by BLMorticia

  "Shh... baby."

  "Quiet." Chris's hand reached around and grabbed a little of the dough inside the bowl. Once he had it in hand, he rolled it on the counter then made a circle, fitting it around Andre's cock.

  "Oh God, Chris, please!" Andre cried out, desperately wanting something to happen. "Jesus, you know how to torture me."

  "Uh huh." Chris pressed his lips against Andre's cheek. With his tongue, he made a trail from there to Andre's earlobe. Then he softly kissed it. "Time to make the donuts, baby. You ready to try out my new recipe?"

  Andre couldn't help but smile through the pain. He gritted his teeth together and gripped the dough firmly under his fingers. "Yeah. What's ... it called," he managed.

  "It's a new donut with cream in the center. No name for it just yet."

  The sound of Chris's zipper was music to Andre's ears. He sighed heavily. His body so tense, Andre doubted he would hold off his orgasm. With pressure weighing heavily in his midsection, he could barely say a word or stand up straight. Again, he leaned against Chris for support.

  "Oh, I got it." Chris's fingers ran down Andre's spine until they stopped at his ass. Once there, he plunged two wet fingers inside of him. "How about the Bentley special?" Chris's voice sounded strained and breathy. Obviously, his enjoyment of the game had become difficult.

  "Works for me." Andre said quickly and closed his eyes tight, strangling the dough under his fingers.

  While one of Chris's hands worked on Andre's ass, the other rubbed the base of his cock, holding the gooey dough in place. "Gotta hurry. The molding won't last much longer ... and I got a feeling ... neither will we."

  Chris surprised himself with this, but when Andre gave him the go ahead, he allowed his imagination to run wild. Who wouldn't want to fuck their lover at their place of business? This was something he'd always wanted to do but never had anyone or the gumption to carry out those plans.

  Chris eyed Andre's body from behind, loving the sight of his tawny brown body meshing with his own skin. He bit his bottom lip hard while he penetrated Andre with his fingers. His own cock rubbed against Andre's thigh, making it difficult to concentrate any longer.

  "Sh... you ready, lover?"

  "Yeah." Andre's deep tone sounded strained.

  Just how I like it.

  This was enjoyable punishment for both, even more so for Chris because Andre wouldn't be able to touch himself. Chris couldn't help his excitement about the opportunity to fuck his new lover as he'd wanted for the last two days.

  Chris removed his fingers from Andre. He tore the condom wrapper and rolled it over his hardened shaft. When finished, Chris moved over just enough to probe Andre's ass with the head of his cock. He slowly pushed inside Andre, loosening him up with each inch.

  "Oh fuck!" Andre yelled out. "Are you still clothed?"

  "Of cour--se." Chris barely got the words out. While he continued thrusting inside Andre, he leaned on his shoulder. His body tensed with each movement and his chest burned from the heaps of air he inhaled. He clasped Andre's waist, pulling him backwards on his dick. Never in his life had he experienced this kind of excitement. Chris was sure he'd have to do this with his lover more often. "God, you feel so good. So effing tight."

  "Yes ..." Andre matched his rhythm, pushing his ass back on Chris's dick.

  "Mold that dough for me will you?" Chris clenched Adre's side and licked up from Andre's shoulder onto the side of his neck. He lightly bit a spot there and followed it up with a vigorous suck. Andre's flesh left a salty taste in Chris's mouth and he fully enjoyed it. He couldn't wait to enjoy more of him.

  "Chris ... oh shi--"

  Chris watched Andre grip the dough in the bowl. His body heaved from the pressure of Andre's body crushing his.

  The molding around Andre's cock had long fallen off in the melee. With the friction and sweat between them, Chris didn't expect it to last.

  "Fuck!" Chris wrapped his arms around Andre and pulled him in, licking Andre's ear from behind. He blew his hot breath on his skin and kissed it lightly. "I wanna see you come, Dre. Make some creme for that donut."

  Andre's ass tightened around Chris's dick, keeping him in place.

  "Yes, that's it. Oh fuck yes!" Chris moved one hand up to Andre's shoulder, bracing himself for what was to come. His body trembled from the energy rushing to his cock, hardening his nipples along the way.

  Chris sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, anticipating his and Andre's climax. He nibbled on Andre's earlobe, whispering things into his ear while continuing to pummel him from behind.

  "Oh damn baby!" Andre cried out at the top of his lungs, shuddering from his arousal.

  Chris opened his eyes and thrust forward one final time, filling the barrier between them. Chris shook like a leaf in the wind. His knees buckled and fireworks exploded behind his eyelids. Still feeling the effects, he heaved in air and braced his arms on Andre's shoulders for support.

  He kissed it and looked over it to see what happened with the bowl. Much to his delight, Andre's hands were still there, covered in dough and his own release.

  By the looks of things, he'd made enough cream as Chris requested.

  Excited, Chris swiped his hand through the substance and licked his fingers.

  "Mhmm, sweet. A perfect Bentley special."

  Andre laughed, "Yeah, I guess so." He tilted his head and captured Chris lips in a feverish embrace.

  After throwing away the bowls, then fully scouring the kitchen, Chris and Andre went back to his apartment in Lakeview. He'd thought about continuing their moment until Jessie came in, but Chris didn't want to deal with all her questions.

  The minute they got out the car, Chris took Andre's hand, yanking him in for another heated embrace. He wrapped his arms around Andre's waist, gripping the sides tightly. "I'm ready for more lovin."

  "So am I." Andre reciprocated with the same amount of passion if not more. He hugged Chris close to his body and lifted him from the ground.

  Chris groaned at the feeling of being picked up. A part of him wished they could strip right here and make love under the stars. "Andre." He managed through hampered breaths.

  Andre slapped his buttocks and put him down in front of the door. "Gotta be inside you again. And then..."

  "We switch." Chris chuckled while he unlocked the door. He closed the door behind him and pulled Andre in for another hot lip lock, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth.

  "God, yes!" Andre's voice was breathy, needing. He thrust his tongue into Chris's mouth, trying to gain the upper hand.

  Chris fought with him, winning the battle while walking his lover backwards to his door. He pinned him against it, unable to take his mouth away for any amount of time. They'd done so successfully while driving, only sharing kisses at stop lights, but even that was hard as hell when they were hot for each other.

  Wanting into his apartment, he reached around and turned the key, pushing Andre backwards. Chris leaned back and turned the knob, with his mouth still connected to Andre's. Once he did, Chris crushed Andre's body into his and yanked his trousers down from his waist.

  "Baby." Andre pulled away a moment and tugged his shirt over his head.

  Chris gasped and dragged his fingers over the peaks and valleys. "You know, I never get tired of looking at you."

  "Same here. Now, get naked for me." Andre pecked him quick and shoved his pants along with his underwear down his legs.

  Chris did as asked, taking his shirt off, tossing it into the same pile. He loosened his belt while leaning forward, enveloping Andre's mouth with his own. Again, he tangled tongues with him while getting naked. There was nothing he desired more than to be in his bed with Andre for the first time.

  "Yes..." Andre toyed with Chris's cock through his boxer briefs. He rubbed the top of his dick against the fabric.

  "In the bedroom, now!" Chris sucked his mouth and turned Andre around, pushing him ahead to his room. "Move quickly!"

  "Yes sir." Andre did as commanded.<
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  After getting his underwear, pants, socks, and shoes off, Chris slapped Andre's backside and shoved him forward once again. "That's what I like to hear. Now, get on the bed."

  Andre laid down and watched Chris grab the supplies.

  Chris dropped them on the bed. "Can I ride you?"

  "Anyway you want it, babe. Just wanna be inside you." Andre held out his arms for Chris to take.

  Once he did, Chris wrapped his arms around Andre's body. Their lips met again for a crushing embrace.

  Andre sighed into the kiss and circled Chris's waist with one arm while the other lifted the lube. With their mouths still locked, he carefully tore the foil wrapper, getting it ready.

  Chris pulled away and squeezed the bottle's contents on his fingers. He put them behind him and immediately, his expression changed.

  Andre took the opportunity to roll the condom on. He inhaled sharply, bracing himself to hold on. Once he finished, he grabbed the bottle, taking some lube for himself. He traced Chris's lips with his tongue and slid his hand up and down to prepare. Andre lightly bit Chris's mouth before kissing him again.

  "Yesss." Chris pushed Andre back and positioned himself over Andre's dick. He slowly moved down, fully impaling himself on Andre's dick.

  "Jesus, babe. Good God!" Andre fisted the covers, pulling them off the mattress. The moment Chris engulfed him, Andre lost all focus and the pressure on his groin increased. He took pleasure in Chris's flesh surrounding his cock. "Mmhm, baby." Andre shifted his hands from the covers to Chris's waist. "Ride me. Hard! Show no mercy!" Andre gripped Chris's backside while observing his man.

  Chris did as asked, clenching his thighs around Andre's shaft. Chris's hair stuck to his forehead, while the rest laid flat on his shoulders. He'd closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, fully engrossed in the moment.

  Andre was caught up in Chris, totally losing himself in their lovemaking. He softly caressed Chris's abs first before going up to his nipples. He pinched them until they hardened under his touch.

  Andre hoped to get Chris to come quicker because he was nearly there.

  "Dre... oh God!" Chris threw his head back and braced himself by holding onto Andre's chest for support.

  "Come for me, Chris. I love seeing you unravel."

  Andre's chest burned. His skin tightened around his nipples and balls. He tightly gritted his teeth together, getting ready for their collective orgasm.

  "I'm there, baby. I only need you. I want you to let it all go!"

  Chris sped up the pace until he cried out at the top of his lungs. He spurted long strings on them both.

  "Fuck, yes!" Andre jerked Chris's cock while he met Chris's moves with his own. His body tensed and trembled, waiting for the shocks to take over. In moments, Andre filled the latex between them. His body was on fire, heart pounding as his climax took hold. He pulled Chris down to him and captured his mouth once again. When their lips connected, Andre's heart slowed slightly, making him calm. He'd never allowed anyone in, but seemingly Chris was exactly what he needed.

  Chris pulled away and eyed him. "Dre, every time we do this--"

  "It gets better each time." Andre answered and tried calming himself down from their hot moment. "Thank you for giving me a second chance."

  Chris eyed him, flashing a wry grin. "Ah, I couldn't stay mad. Besides, I'm crazy about you."

  "And I about you." Andre covered Chris's lips with his own again, still thrusting himself inside his lover. Although Andre was exhausted, he wasn't ready to go to sleep just yet.

  Epilogue

  One month later...

  "Two strawberry creams, on cup of hazelnut with extra sugar. Here you are Miss Latasha." Chris placed the bag and cup in front of her.

  "Well thank you, sir. You run a really nice establishment here. Are you sure you don't wanna sell to us? We'll make it worth your while."

  "Latasha, give it a rest, will you?" Rick smacked her thigh. "Ignore her, man. We already went over this a hundred times."

  "I know, I know, but I can't blame my future sister-in-law for trying." Chris winked.

  "Thank you." Latasha harrumphed at her husband. "He gets me even better than you do. Oh Chris, I can't wait to start planning this wedding!"

  "I can tell with all the pictures you sent me," Chris laughed. "The flowers, tuxedos, oh and about that. I love pink, but I really don't want to look like a pink flamingo on my big day."

  "Oh Chris, they're so cute though. And I always told Andre how good he looks in pink."

  Chris smiled. "He looks good in everything, or nothing depending on the way you look at it."

  "Oh no, TMI. I haven't seen him naked since we were kids. I'd prefer not to have that image in mind while I'm eating." Rick stole a donut from Latasha's plate.

  "Hey, get your own," She nudged him with her elbow.

  Chris grabbed a piece of tissue and gripped another strawberry cream. "Here's another Miss Latasha. Sorry, Rick. I have to say you all came from good genes. Your dad is nice looking too."

  "I guess. Anyways, I was wondering did you and Dre wanna take in a ballgame soon. The Cubs against the Sox next Wednesday."

  "Oh sure, sure. We've just been so busy with the move and all." Chris grabbed a cup of coffee for himself and sipped. "Although I love the condo, I'm glad he decided to move in with me."

  "Well, I think he understood how much the building and this business meant to you. No worries, we're keeping the condo in our name just in case you guys change your mind."

  "Or if we decide to move ourselves," Latasha added. "It's a gorgeous view and it's paid for."

  "I'd say Latasha is trying to tell you something, Rick." Chris chuckled and turned away a moment to grab a donut for himself.

  "I guess so. Where is my little brother at anyway?"

  "He went to pick up supplies for me. With Jessie on vacation and Geoff with his parents for three weeks, he graciously volunteered to be my personal assistant."

  "Mhmm, and I suppose that assistant position gets a lot of perks." Latasha added.

  "Woman, I tell ya. Stay out of their bedroom business, okay?"

  Chris shifted back around on his heel and flashed Latasha a smile. He actually liked her even though she was the one behind the plan for him to give up his shop. In reality, he couldn't blame her. The place was a money maker and any smart businessperson would do the same thing.

  "No harm done, Latasha. It's just nice to have some personal business after being a freaking bore for so long. And besides, if you hadn't sent him in here, Andre and I might've never met. So, for that alone, I thank you."

  "You're welcome. He really is a good guy. You two look so damn hot together, too. And you'd look even better in the grey blue tuxes I picked out ... since you don't like the pink." Latasha pulled out her tablet and turned the screen towards Chris.

  "She never quits, does she?" Chris eyed Rick.

  "Nope. Just remember, this is your sister-in-law to be."

  "And the self-appointed wedding planner," she laughed. "I told Andre before you guys got together about a wedding on the beach. What do you think? North Avenue or Diversey shore would be a gorgeous backdrop for a handsome couple."

  "I suppose, but I don't wanna go overboard. I used to want the big and fancy, but Andre's talked me out of it. All I care about now is being Mr. Wettlon-Bentley."

  "Well poo on him." she pouted. "All right, fine. We can have a small wedding, but the reception's gotta be big. All my girlfriends are ready for the bachelor shindigs, too. They know some hot strippers that will get the party going." She waggled her eyebrows.

  Chris laughed, "I don't need strippers, Latasha because..." He stopped when his eyes met Andre's light brown gaze and beautiful smile.

  "Because?"

  "Because the most gorgeous man ever just walked in the door."

  Latasha giggled and turned around on her stool. Oh Lord, the two of you are saps."

  "Oh, brother." Rick only shook his head and grinned.

  "Hey there,
husband. I got everything you needed." Andre smiled wide and placed everything on the counter.

  Chris smiled and traced Andre's strong facial features. "Yes, you did, Mr. Wettlon-Bentley. Everything and more."

  Smooth Like Latte

  Chapter One

  "If you continue to do things the same way your brother did them, you'll end up in the same predicament ... no career, no money, and no help from your father. Under no circumstances will I tolerate another good for nothing son!"

  Brendan's father's last words jilted him from sleep, causing him to rise from the mattress. He ran his hand through his newly cut hair and sighed inwardly. "God, I need a vacation."

  A permanent one.

  Brendan rubbed his eyes and opened one to peek at the clock on his side table.

  Six a.m.

  "Fuck!" Brendan whipped the covers from his body and swung his legs over the bed side. A part of him wanted to jump in the shower and get his day started while the other wished to remain and relive the moments from last night's anonymous lay.

  Damn.

  Thinking of the man he'd brought home with him, Brendan smiled to himself and tugged his hard cock. His date, or rather, his fuck buddy had the mouth power of a Hoover vacuum and allowed Brendan to take complete charge over him.

  In truth, Brendan never let anyone to dominate him because all the men he met were usually willing and weak. Just once, he'd like one who'd measure up to him in stature and in bed.

  That would be the day.

  Being in the closet definitely had its disadvantages.

  Still in thought, Brendan pushed off the mattress and trudged to the bathroom. If he didn't, he'd get a wakeup call from his father, Alexander, asking why he was late.

  Brendan made a face while he stood over the toilet. He could really use some time to get his head together and figure out the best action to take. Coming out of college, Brendan had no choice but to follow in his father's footsteps. He liked money too much to defy his dad. So, to stay in Alexander's good graces and his will, he went along with everything he wanted.