Chapter 22 Gavin
GAVIN
The roar of the engine from the Harley echoed through the trees as Marcus pulled into the driveway of the cottage.
Cottage.
If you could call it that.
In reality, it was a long mansion by the lake. Three whole families could live year-round in the place and never get in each other’s way.
Marcus could have all the members of his crew up at this place for weeks, and nobody would complain.
Gavin wondered how many bedrooms the place had.
“So, is this your cottage?” Gavin asked, stepping off the bike and removing his helmet.
Marcus, of course, did not use a helmet. Neither did any of the other guys in his crew. Safety was not considered hot or sexy when it came to biker life. Yet, for some reason, Gavin was forced to wear the protective gear.
Marcus looked up at the looming structure and nodded.
“Yeah. I needed a place to conduct certain… transactions. This place offered the privacy and space, plus wait till you see the hot tub,” Marcus said with a cocky smile on his face.
“Transactions” was code for bringing people here to kill them, no doubt.
Gavin knew better than to ask for clarification. He was already surprised at how much crew business Marcus disclosed in front of him. He didn’t exactly hide that he wasn’t always law-abiding, but he also didn’t go around pretending to be something he was not.
It was kind of refreshing. Most guys Gavin knew lied even more than they breathed. Yet, here Marcus was, not hiding anything from him. And for that, Gavin was grateful.
Once inside, Gavin placed the puppy down on the floor and watched as he scurried off, exploring all the dark hallways and corners around them.
They really needed to think of a name for their dog. They couldn’t go around calling him “Puppy” his whole life.
Or could they?
Marcus carried their knapsacks up a wooden staircase and down a long hallway to the primary bedroom they would be sharing.
“I’m going to take a shower and wash this ride off me,” Marcus grumbled, pulling off his shirt, then undoing the top button of his jeans. “You going to be okay out here, alone?”
Gavin looked around the large bedroom, taking it all in for the first time. The whole place was overwhelming and would take him a while to get used to.
“How about I save you some water and join you in the shower?” Gavin asked, pulling off his shirt and heading toward the en suite bathroom.
He wasn’t going to wait for Marcus to put up a fight or tell him why they shouldn’t get naked together in the shower.
“Are you coming?” Gavin called over his shoulder as he stepped out of his pants and turned on the shower.
Before he knew it, Gavin could feel the towering presence of Marcus standing just inches behind his partially naked, slim frame.
Without turning around, he slid his underwear slowly down his body and listened as the man behind him let out a low growl.
He could almost taste the sexual tension between them—a hungry beast, watching as his delicious meal prepared to be devoured.
Stepping into the shower, Gavin watched as Marcus stepped out of his jeans, then stuck his thumbs into the top of his boxer briefs, pausing momentarily as he stared at Gavin’s naked body.
The bulge between Marcus’s legs shifted as the meat behind the material began to grow.
Gavin licked his bottom lip as he watched the six-foot-four hunk of man slip out of his underwear and give his semihard cock a generous tug.
Watching Marcus pull on his meat sent all of Gavin’s blood directly to his cock.
How was this mountain of a man not in porn?
Holding his breath, he watched as the sexiest man he had ever seen stepped into the shower and settled next to him.
Eyes locked together, Gavin grabbed the loofah and poured some bodywash onto its surface before working it between his hands to build a nice lather.
There was no way he was ever taking his eyes off this gorgeous, naked beast of a man.
Sliding further under the water, Gavin pulled Marcus’s body closer to his. Water splashed off the solid contours of Marcus’s body, dripping down his nipples and then sliding across his stomach.
Gavin didn’t need to look down to know that his cock was rock solid. Being this close to Marcus, naked and exposed, had every hormone firing inside him.
With great care, Gavin began soaping up Marcus’s chest using the loofah. Their eyes remained locked together, as Gavin’s hands continued to explore every inch of Marcus’s body.
Neither said a word, just stared at each other with longing in their eyes.
In that moment, only the two of them existed. There was no murderer out to kill them, no worries of people’s safety—just two grown men, locked in each other’s gaze, finally embracing the feelings they had been harboring for one another over these past few weeks.
Once Marcus’s chest, shoulders, and stomach were good and soapy, Gavin moved further south, grabbing Marcus’s thick piece of meat with one hand, and using his other to soap up his shaft.
He watched as Marcus’s eyes rolled back in his head as he worked over his cock and lathered up his balls.
Swallowing hard, Gavin tried not to moan as Marcus slid his hips forward, pumping his dick in and out of Gavin’s firm grip.
Fuck. Was he really giving Marcus a hand job in the shower?
“Fuck, you’re so damn hot,” Gavin whispered, lowering his gaze so he could watch Marcus fuck into his hand.
“Mmm, so are you,” Marcus answered, reaching back around Gavin and grabbing a handful of his ass cheek.
Gavin couldn’t help but smile. Seeing the hunger in Marcus’s eyes made him feel like the sexiest man in the world.
Now, before things got too out of hand…
“Okay, now your back,” Gavin ordered, signaling for Marcus to turn around while never taking his eyes off his.
The man was a living canvas—a wall of art covered in tattoos he had collected over the years.
“The neck tattoo, does that mean you spent time in prison?” Gavin asked, wondering if he was crossing some sort of line.
Marcus nodded. “I spent six months in prison when I was in my twenties. Drug-related offenses.”
“And what about these? Is there any significance to the tribal tattoos?”
Marcus had tribal tattoos along his chest and arm. As far as Gavin could tell, they were just random designs that ran across his skin.
“No. I just like the way they look.”
Gavin continued to wash Marcus’s back and under his arms. He had never done anything so intimate before with a man. Usually, his hookups left right after they busted a load. He was lucky if the guy brought him a washcloth for cleanup before pulling up his pants and booking it out the door.
But this right here, washing Marcus’s naked body, had Gavin feeling things he’d never thought possible. Yes, he always hoped and dreamed that one day he would find his Prince Charming, but to be standing with him, right this very moment, naked in a shower, had his head reeling.
His hand slid across Marcus’s muscular back.
Fuck… Gavin still couldn’t believe how fucking sexy this beefcake was. He admired Marcus’s body as he continued to wash every inch.
His back was smooth, but his legs were hairy. There was a tiny bit of fuzz on his butt, just enough to make him look manly, but not enough to confuse him with a wild animal.
The man was perfect.
“Now’s your turn,” Marcus whispered, reaching for the loofah and dipping it under the water once more.
Gavin’s heart began to race as he stood there, naked and hard, staring at the man’s handsome face. His jaw was square, covered in a neatly trimmed beard that traced the contours of his face.
Starting with his chest, Marcus licked his lower lip as he began working the suds across Gavin’s smooth body. Under his arms, across his shoulders, and down his back, Marcus made a point of working over every inch.
Once Gavin’s body was done, Marcus turned him around and slid the loofah between Gavin’s ass cheeks.
Gavin let out a moan, surprised and turned on by Marcus’s sudden, aggressive handling of his body.
He loved being manhandled.
Gavin leaned his head back when he felt Marcus’s warm breath against the side of his neck.
Fuck. Could this man be any sexier?
Taking the loofah from Marcus, Gavin grabbed a handful of suds, then reached behind him, lathering up Marcus’s dick.
It was time to take care of his man.
Gripping the base of Marcus’s cock, he lined up the head just under his ass.
Marcus let out a growl as his grip on Gavin’s waist tightened.
Slowly, Gavin worked his ass back, groaning as Marcus’s massive cock slipped between his thighs and just under his ass.
“Fuck… your ass feels so good.” Marcus moaned, wrapping his arms around Gavin’s torso and pulling him tighter against his rock-hard body.
“Glad you like,” Gavin whispered, turning his face up and licking Marcus’s bottom lip. “Just so you know, I’m on PrEP, and I tested negative two months ago. Not that I want you to fuck me bare at the moment.”
Squeezing his thighs together, Gavin began working Marcus’s cock, sliding it in and out of his tight heat, loving the way his length felt sliding just under his balls and between his legs.
“So am I,” Marcus whispered, appearing lost in the pleasure he was currently experiencing.
“Fuck… more.” Gavin gasped, snaking his arm around Marcus’s neck, encouraging the tatted gorilla to pump into him harder.
A growl emerged as the beast behind him began to take charge.
Gavin placed his hands on the wall before him, moaning as the horny stud behind him wasted no time in taking what he wanted.
“Fuck. That’s right. Enjoy Daddy’s cock. Let me hear how much you need me… shoving my dick between your sexy thighs,” Marcus snarled into his ear. “I want to hear how much you love this fuckin’ cock.”
“Oh yes, Daddy. I love feeling that big fucking dick of yours fucking up into me. Teasing my tight little ass with that throbbing hard cock of yours.” Gavin moaned, loving the way Marcus’s grip on his body tightened. “Give it to me, Daddy.”
These father/son role-plays were fucking hot as hell. Gavin had never been so turned on in his life.
“Fuck yeah. You’re such a good boy. Keep working Daddy’s dick just like that. I’ve got a big fucking load for you,” Marcus growled, his cock throbbing between Gavin’s legs as he pounded into him without mercy.
Jesus. The man knew how to fuck.
“I want you to come in my ass. Mark my hole and make me your own,” Gavin heard himself say in the throes of passion. The thought of having Marcus deep inside him, coming inside him, had his dick incredibly hard.
“Fuck yes!” Marcus snarled, pulling his cock out from between Gavin’s legs, then shoving it right between his cheeks in one smooth motion.
The act was quick and violent, and everything that Gavin would have expected from the leader of a criminal biker gang.
It was so fucking hot.
Gavin let out a gasp as Marcus’s massive dick suddenly penetrated his once-tight hole.
“Holy. Shit!” Gavin moaned, throwing his head back as he gave in to the sudden pleasure and pain that flooded his body.
Gavin wasn’t a bottom virgin by any means. He’d taken his fair share of big fucking dicks, but Marcus’s… well, his cock was on a whole other level.
“More,” Gavin demanded, wishing he’d taken the time to properly stretch himself out, but the primal act of having his ass claimed by the horny beast behind him was every fantasy he’d ever had, come true.
The aggression.
The violence.
The hunger.
It all added to the passionate act they were both sharing. Gavin had never wanted a man so bad.
The stretch of his ass was incredible. Feeling Marcus pound into his ass raw, claiming it, owning it.
Gavin was in heaven.
“Fuck yeah! Give me that load!” Gavin shouted, losing all control as he pushed his ass back to meet Marcus’s violent thrusts forward.
He was almost there.
Then it happened.
A feral growl emerged from Marcus’s mouth as his fingers on Gavin’s waist dug deep into his skin.
Marcus continued to slam forward as he emptied his balls into Gavin’s tight little hole.
Lights flashed before Gavin’s eyes as Marcus’s cock rubbed up against his prostate.
Before he knew what was happening, ropes of cum shot from his dick as Marcus’s cock milked his prostate.
He had never come hands-free before, but he wasn’t surprised that it happened with someone like Marcus. The man was pure testosterone sex appeal.
From his massive muscles to his commanding presence, there wasn’t anything about the guy that Gavin didn’t find attractive. Even his sweet and thoughtful gestures had him swooning internally.
Marcus’s head fell into the crook of Gavin’s neck as he inhaled deeply, struggling to catch his breath.
“Fuck. That. Was…” Marcus paused as if he were trying to remember his words. “So hot.”
Smiling, Gavin turned his head and captured Marcus’s lips in his. They kissed passionately, mouths melding together as their bodies became one.
“So fuckin’ hot,” Gavin agreed, smiling as he pulled away from his protector.