Chapter 2
A vibration jarred Kitt awake and it took him a second to acclimate to his surroundings.
White and black chrome took shape as he opened his eyes, not the polished finish of his hand-built log cabin back on the farm.
The bed felt about the same—or maybe not.
Kitt had just spent lots of time in this bed over the last few years; maybe that’s why it felt like home.
Kitt turned his head to look over at the nightstand.
The alarm clock read a quarter after six in the morning.
He was alone in bed, so he took the minute to stretch his long body out.
A smile came to his lips at the rolling ache in his sore muscles after hours of deeply gratifying marathon style sex he’d shared with his super-hot bed partner.
Sean knew him well and easily manipulated him with all the right moves.
Sean also loved to bottom, letting Kitt bend, torture, and dominate him in every way.
“Good morning. I knew you would want to get on the road. I made coffee and have a bagel wrapped and ready to go.” Sean came through the bedroom door carrying two cups of steaming hot coffee.
Kitt scooted up on the bed, leaning against the headboard to take the cup, not quite ready to give up the comfort of the moment.
Sean sat on the end of the bed, tucking one of his long legs underneath him.
He was tall, dark, and exceedingly handsome.
There had to be some Spanish or Mediterranean deep in his ancestry.
Over all the years spent together, Kitt hadn’t ever asked about it, but saw it so clearly in the deep dark chocolate eyes and olive complexion.
Sean also had a thick brush of long eyelashes sweeping up and down every time he blinked.
Kitt’s arousal stirred to life just looking at the man.
“You were incredible last night, Kitt. I’m glad you finally got the time to come see me,” Sean said, before taking a sip of his coffee.
“I’ve been busy. I needed it though. Thanks for fittin’ me in.” He gave a small kick in Sean’s direction and brushed a hand through his light brown hair.
“You’ve been spending time in the sun with no sunscreen, Kitt.
I keep telling you it’s bad for your skin.
You need to spray tan, it’s healthier and everyone’s doing it.
” Sean eyed Kitt closely. “The sun’s changed your hair color; I like the gold and auburn highlights.
It’s longer than I’ve ever seen you wear it.
I like this new look, but you need sunscreen!
” Sean scooted closer to Kitt as he spoke.
He set his coffee on the nightstand. They had been in this relationship for the past five years, ever since meeting when Kitt was on spring break from grad school, floating the river in New Braunfels.
“I need to take the time to get it cut. It’s in the way.” Kitt let Sean take his cup and watched him sweep a hand down Kitt’s chest. Sean lowered the sheet covering his half-aroused cock.
“I think you need one for the road. Maybe it’ll entice you back to my bed sooner.
You know you’re my favorite bed partner.
No one’s built like you. I guess it’s just that homegrown, corn-fed thing I keep hearing about with you farm boys.
” Sean took Kitt’s dick in his hand, skillfully bringing it fully back to life.
“Hmm…” Kitt sucked his breath in at the feel of Sean’s hands moving on him. “We went all night. I can’t believe you want more.” He rolled his hips forward, his cock begging for Sean’s tongue.
“I always want you, Kitt. I never turn you down. Besides, all these committed relationships and marriage fighters are really putting a damper on the available men out there,” Sean said, leaning in to slant his mouth over Kitt’s.
He opened immediately for Sean’s sensual assault, snaking his hands up Sean’s back to pull him against his chest.
It became a battle of tongues as Kitt reached his hands low, sliding them in the waistband of Sean’s workout shorts.
As he’d expected, there was no underwear in the way, just Sean, hard and ready.
Sean tore from the kiss, licking and nibbling his way to softly whisper in Kitt’s ear.
“Let me suck you just the way you like it before you go. Something to remember me by.”
Sean pulled away, looking Kitt in the eyes. “Come in my mouth…don’t push me away. I know you’re clean and I love your taste. No one tastes like you.”
He didn’t wait for an answer, but trailed kisses down Kitt’s chest, taking special care around each nipple.
He worked his tongue slowly, licking over each defined abdominal muscle in Kitt’s stomach.
God, how Kitt loved that move! He tightened his grip in Sean’s thick, silky black hair, and pushed him lower.
The chuckling coming from below had Kitt again rolling his hips forward as his dick was lifted to position.
Sean placed a simple, firm kiss on his broad head, and then slid Kitt’s hard-as-steel cock deep into his mouth.
Sean had a way with blow jobs. He rolled his tongue around Kitt’s dick, sucking him in deeply until he hit the back of Sean’s throat.
The gentle scrape of teeth, along with a swirl of his tongue caused Kitt to buck his hips forward, to thrust himself deeper inside Sean’s mouth.
Sean never failed to take him as far as he needed to go, deep throating him time and time again.
It didn’t take long before Kitt’s spine began to tingle.
He bucked his hips now in earnest as he fucked Sean’s mouth.
Kitt rolled his head back, exhaling sharply.
He tightened his hold on Sean’s hair, keeping him right there as Kitt fucked him hard.
Kitt’s heart pounded when wave after wave of hot, creamy release exploded from his body.
True to Sean’s word, he drank it all down, not pulling away from the deep thrusting Kitt continued to make until there was nothing left but the sated feelings taking over his body.
Sean stayed on him. He cleaned Kitt’s cock with his tongue before releasing him to kiss his way back up Kitt’s chest. Kitt slid his hand up to cover his nipple as Sean’s tongue tried to slide across it.
Every nerve ending in his body was on overload and his nipples were just too sensitive to allow Sean to suck on them like he liked to do after sex.
Another one of those sexy chuckles sounded as Sean rose from the bed.
Kitt opened one eye and watched Sean walk across the bedroom, dropping his workout shorts as he went.
“I have work this morning, and you need to get back on the road, or so you told me several times last night.”
Kitt watched the enticingly hot bubble butt bounce back and forth as Sean strutted into his closet.
It took Kitt a minute longer to finally look over at the clock to see it was already a quarter to seven, fifteen minutes later than he’d intended to leave.
Kitt forced his sated body to move. He took a moment, just placing both feet on the plush rug before he pushed himself up, relieved when he stayed on his feet.
The ache from earlier made itself known.
His thighs hurt from the hours of thrusting he’d done, and his arms were sore from holding Sean’s ass and legs just the way he wanted them.
The best part though, his ass hurt. He’d been used solidly last night which was a little different for him and Sean.
Kitt moved his sore limbs across the room to a chair where his clothes were discarded last night.
Sean was a neat freak, and even as the clothes were torn away, he always took the minute to fold them neatly on the chair.
Everything had a place in Sean’s life, and Kitt wondered about the workout shorts still lying in the middle of the floor.
Kitt assumed he left them there to prove he could, but it had to be eating Sean up inside.
He decided to give Sean a break and picked up the shorts, casually folding them before dropping them on the dresser where the television sat. He turned the TV on, hoping to catch a few minutes of local news to get an idea on the traffic this morning.
All Kitt had were the clothes he’d worn last night.
He began to dress, pulling on his plaid button down with one eye focused on the television.
Sean reappeared from the closet wearing dark slacks, a crisp white dress shirt, a crimson silk tie hanging around his shoulders, and some sort of matching, expensive looking loafers.
His sexy fuck buddy was hot as hell and tying his tie as he spoke.
“You know him, don’t you?” Sean nodded toward the television. It took Kitt a second to focus his eyes back on the screen and not leer at the overly handsome man stepping from the closet.
“Yep, well, no. Austin Grainger went to my high school. He’s three or four years older than me. I wouldn’t say I know him.” Kitt was now fully focused on the sexiest man alive. Literally, per People magazine.
“They say he likes the boys. Did he like you back then? Maybe you shared some of this tight ass of yours with him in that high school Ag barn you’re so proud of?” Sean patted Kitt’s ass as he walked by.
“Nah, I don’t think he’s gay. He dated the head cheerleader back then. They got caught on my dad’s land together.” Kitt’s eyes stayed glued to the television screen.
“Doesn’t mean he doesn’t like a guy now and then.” Sean looked at himself in the dresser mirror as he adjusted his tie before placing the cuff links on his shirt.
“Maybe, but I don’t think so. I never saw it,” Kitt said, and stepped closer to the TV.