Chapter 4 TARAN #2
Still, the sweats were hugging my cock pretty good.
Made it look bigger than it was, and I got the feeling Diego would love that.
I took a deep breath, turned slightly to the side, and snapped a few pictures.
Then I pulled the waistband down a little more, showing off the top of my ass and a lot more hair down in front, and snapped a few more.
Made sure the focus was below the navel, too.
Ugh, my cock and balls felt so fucking heavy. Holy shit, was this making me hotter, taking pictures like this? Or was it because I was thinking about Diego and his incredible legs in that skirt?
Whatever. I’d been horny as fuck all day; time to jerk off and go to bed. I sent Diego two of the pics that I thought looked the least terrible, and added the text:
Fit check?
Then I felt stupid for the question mark. Three little bubbles appeared almost immediately, and I was getting ready for a laughing emoji to appear as I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
The phone vibrated just as I set it down on the counter, though. I snatched it up and read:
Diego
Holy fuck daddy.
I laughed out loud.
Please wear that tomorrow. I’m gonna rub allllllll up on that bulge before I peel those sweats off.
The rush of blood to my already hard prick made me dizzy. I tried to focus on brushing my teeth, but the phone vibrated a few more times, and I couldn’t wait to see what else he’d say.
Goddamn boy got me all hot and bothered. Guess I deserve it.
I suffered all day at my desk. You can suffer at the bar. ??
I’ll have my revenge tomorrow night.
O and don’t jerk off too much. Save me some, huh.
No fucking chance of me being out of it, at this rate. I just laughed and typed back:
Anything you want, Diego.
I think I just came in my pants.
***
I couldn’t think about a goddamn thing at work all day Tuesday, of course. I told Diego not to worry about dinner because I’d cook for us, and that he didn’t need to bring anything but himself. And his little yellow skirt. Please. He promised to be there at six p.m. sharp.
I got home at five thirty and ran around like an idiot, trying to get ready.
I jumped into the shower quick, just to wash off the day, and pulled on the sweats—making the bold choice to recreate the commando look with them.
Then I went back downstairs to set up the kitchen, but I had second thoughts and started back up the stairs to grab a shirt and underwear after all.
Halfway up, a knock on the door stopped me in my tracks. My heart leapt into my throat, and I felt like I was going to throw it up. Slowly, deliberately, I turned back around, stepped into the little foyer, and opened the door.
Diego stood there, one hand on either side of the doorjamb, posing and grinning.
The effect of his little mesh shirt and tiny skirt was even more palpable in person; all the blood in my body rushed straight to my dick.
He looked like the rock star I’d always known he was, gorgeous and glam and too good for this town.
“Jesus, you’re fucking beautiful,” I heard myself say.
He laughed and threw himself at me. I swept him up in both arms, and he kicked the door shut behind him and kissed me at the same time.
I lifted him by the waist and put him against the wall at the foot of the stairs, pinning him as he sucked my tongue into his mouth.
He lifted a leg and wrapped it around my backside, so I grabbed his thigh and slid my hand up, up, and then all the way up to his bare ass.
My fingertips traced the crack of it and—yep. No underwear on him, either.
I hooked my other arm under his ass and lifted. He groaned and wrapped both legs around me, rocking his hips. His bare, hot cock rubbed at my belly, flipping his skirt up in front. I pinned him to the wall with my hips and kissed him deep and hard. No thoughts, only want.
He kissed my jaw, lips scraping against my stubble, and I muttered something like, “Sorry. Should’ve shaved again.”
“Don’t you dare,” he murmured. “The stubble is hot. All your hair is hot. I dreamed of cumming on your happy trail last night.” He arched his back to rub himself off against my belly.
I still had a firm grasp on one of his ass cheeks, and I pressed my fingers into his crack, like I could pull him closer, and kissed his face, his hair.
“Take me upstairs,” he whispered.
I pulled back enough to look him in the eye. My glasses settled halfway down my nose. “Are you hungry, though?”
“Starving,” he said with a puffy-lipped smirk. “So fucking feed me, Taran.”
I shivered as he said my name, low and hot in his chest, rumbling against mine. Even I wasn’t dumb enough to miss his general meaning: dessert first, dinner later. I lifted him a little higher and started up the stairs.
He laughed. “Put me down first!”
I was a little bit relieved. He wasn’t all that heavy when I had the wall for help, but I wasn’t sure I could do more than half the stairs carrying him.
Not to mention my glasses were about to slide off my face.
Could’ve been embarrassing. I held him as he got his boots under him again, and he took my hand and led me up the stairs, still laughing.
“I’m way too horny to end up with a broken leg at the foot of your stairs tonight, boy.” He licked his lips.
“Same,” I assured him. “You do look great, though.”
“I can keep the skirt on. If you want.” He grinned. “Which door?”
As I followed him into my roomy suite, nerves that had been warded off by his appearance suddenly took hold of me again. “Uh, it’s not great, but I just moved—”
“Taran.” He put his hands on both my shoulders and turned me around, then walked me backward until my calves hit the bed. “I don’t care what your bedroom looks like, babe. Shut up and kiss me.”
He gave me a little push and I sat with a bounce, grabbing his waist. He climbed into my lap and started unlacing his boots, so he was perched there with me holding him up, leaning back slightly, as if he completely trusted me not to let him slide off.
So I kissed him. And after a few moments, his boots hit the floor with a loud thud.
He reached between us and palmed my hard cock through the sweats, tugging them down roughly as he went.
He bit at my bottom lip and pulled back, letting it go with a sharp sensation and a little snap.
“Did you save me some?” he whispered, breath hot against my face as he took off my glasses.
I nodded and tried to kiss him again.
He turned his face away, laughing, and rubbed back up my dick, nice and slow through the sweats. “Feels like you did. How much did you save me?”
“It’s fucking endless when you’re around,” I said into his neck before kissing it.
Had I ever been in a room with Diego and not been ready to go?
I couldn’t think of a single time, not since the night I’d first noticed him.
He’d sassed the biggest guy in school right there on the sidelines, this hot little choir geek who refused to back down, and I’d never been able to look away since.
Somehow, while he was in my arms, in my bed, it felt like that was just yesterday. Or maybe like there hadn’t been a huge gap in time between Kelly’s wedding last weekend and the last time he’d been in my lap, driving me crazy.
He sure as fuck hadn’t worn a skirt like this, though. He leaned back a little, so I could see how the skirt bunched beneath his navel, his dark, thickened cock springing from beneath it to rest against my belly. “Promise?” he asked with another vicious, scorching smirk.
I nodded, too out of breath to speak, and watched him rock his hips to rub his dickhead against me, the motion giving my own prick, now pressed against the back of his thigh between us, a wild thrill.
“You have a little bit of a schoolgirl fantasy?” he asked, voice light and teasing.
I shook my head. “Not really.”
He rocked again, this snakey, sinful motion that made my blood roar. “You suuuuure?”
“It’s you,” I said stupidly. “It’s your legs. All of you. In that.”
He blinked a few times, suddenly still.
I thought I’d fucked up, and my heart froze for an instant.
He pushed me down flat, onto the bed, and kissed me even harder as he crawled on top of me, lowered down, and straddled me in exactly the right place to rub his pretty cock against my bulge while we made out.
I kept one hand on his perfect ass cheek but explored with the other one, all the way up beneath his shirt, over the lion tattoo peeking out from between the mesh.
I lost my mind right about then. We kissed and petted and peeled off clothes, bit and licked until our mouths were dry and my sweats had multiple wet spots—we were both panting and dripping. His voice was ragged when he asked, “You wanna fuck?”
“Yeah,” I huffed back, into his hair. “You know I do.”
“You have lube?”
I nodded, and he peeled off to let me roll over and grab the tube from the bedside table.
It was the slightly thicker one I liked for toys, and it had been getting a lot of use lately.
Diego, glorious in nothing but his little skirt, grabbed for the tube.
He climbed on top of me again, his long legs flexing as he planted his knees as far apart as possible on either side of my hips, his cock almost purple and glistening at the naked head where it peeked out from under the pleats.
His torso was a perfect image of lines and planes calculated to drive me out of my goddamn mind.
I ran my hands over it greedily, taking in his hot skin, his sweat, pausing to tease at his armpits, his nips, his navel.
He closed his hand around my cock and stroked it, spreading and warming the lube, still sitting on top of me like a prince on his throne. Like he fucking belonged there. He watched my cock as it pulsed with desperation, then stroked it again, even more slowly. “You ever fucked someone in the ass?”
I tried to speak, but my throat was too dry. So I just nodded.