Chapter 8
Slade
Mace was never too far from my thoughts for the guys’ entire trip.
I wanted him in many different ways and not all were sexual.
The need to be in his air space knocked away any confusion, allowing me to come to Mace with my metaphorical hat in hand, hoping he’d take my offer.
Instead, I watched this guy visibly tank before my eyes.
Had I pushed too hard?
Should I probe what was happening or leave it alone and wait?
I inhaled deeply, waiting for some response, any response. The panicked, shuddering exhale released slowly, trying to go unnoticed.
Live in the now.
Seize the moment.
Carpe diem.
Mace was a damned sexy guy. A manly man.
Strong, strapping. The small things I’d missed were on full display for me now.
Mace’s tight nipples pressing against his T-shirt.
The way the bulge in his shorts took a slight turn, the head pointing at me.
The glint in his eye when his guard slipped away.
The way his lips quirked at the corner of his mouth when he tried not to smile.
The way his arms and shoulders tensed, the muscle and cords built by heavy lifting, strained as he fought against his most basic urges.
Something felt right about us.
Mace scooped up the scattered bills that lay on the counter and turned to an unnoticed bank vacuum tube adhered to the back wall. The cash was dropped into a cartridge, placed at the opening of the shoot. Mace pushed a button, and the fast suction swooshed the money into the ceiling.
I needed to know more of how the shoot worked, but not now. If I got my way, I’d have the rest of the summer to ask those questions.
Without acknowledging me, Mace continued the silence. He drank two beers in record time, tossing the empty bottle into a trash can. The quiet was unnerving, leaving me unsure how to continue. Mace was making a big decision.
Which again, circled around to me not needing this kind of chaos in my life.
But the way Mace’s muscles flexed as he moved… The perfect curve of his ass. The way he appeared to be this easygoing guy who was anything but that.
Yeah, we’d be versatile.
“I don’t know you well enough to know what this quiet response means,” I finally said when Mace used a key to open a door along the back wall.
“This room’s free, but severely outdated.
There’s lights and that’s about it,” Mace explained.
I leaned as far as my seat allowed to see inside the sparse room.
Mace kept a wide berth as he changed directions, heading to the front door of the building.
He locked it before shutting off the overhead lights. “We can do it there. Condom?”
“I brought a condom, but I’m on PrEP,” I said, scooting off the bar stool.
“I got some lube. I need to wrap up. It’s been a while, but I drink quite a bit, and I’m not picky.
Whoever’s drivin’ through town, or if I get away from here, it’s a free for all,” Mace explained, walking past me again down the hallway toward the back of the bar, shutting those lights off as he went.
“We have a similar style then,” I said. The only light was a warm orange hue from dusty light covers and the red exit signs that I could see. I had no idea what to do so I waited, listening to Mace’s footsteps. The powerful attraction I’d been battling stabilized.
Mace’s dark burst of laughter came from what I assumed was the kitchen area. “You and I are not the same.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Nothing personal. It is what it is. We aren’t the same.” Mace’s voice was different, firm, strong. He came around the curve from the kitchen, his stride long and in charge.
I narrowed my eyes, a small voice niggled its way through my desire, instructing me to duck, turn tail, and run.
I didn’t. Instead, I willingly followed Mace into a room that might have been last updated in the seventies, and then it wasn’t done by a professional.
Dingy old paneling ran from the floor to the ceiling.
In the center of the room was a large round table with folding chairs lined against the wall.
“It’s a poker room. The table’s sturdy.” As Mace spoke, he pulled the hem of the T-shirt over his head, tossing it aside.
Everything else faded, my entire attention landed on the surprisingly ripped chest. Mace was strong, his stomach muscles tight, his defined chest sprinkled with a decent amount of chestnut-colored hair. “I’ll bottom.”
I drank in Mace’s entire body as he was now toeing off his unlaced work boots. My mouth watered as I absently pulled the tails of my polo free of my waistband.
“Did you hear me? I’ll bottom.”
Mace was finally looking directly at me. He hadn’t since we entered the room. He’d been almost clinical in his approach to removing his clothing, but now the detachment showed in his eyes.
Which should have been fine. Great even. Sex was sex, but at this moment, I wanted more.
I didn’t want to keep the reins on any of these new feelings.
I dug a hand in my pocket and pulled out a condom and lube packets I’d placed there before coming tonight. Just in case it was a requirement.
In all honesty, I’d been antsy as hell. The aloof Mace was a mystery, becoming more complicated with each second that passed. “Here.”
“Don’t waste it. I got a box.”
If for nothing more than a reason to approach Mace who began releasing his belt, I stepped into him, maybe a foot from where he stood. He held his ground. My hand circled around his wrist, drawing Mace’s palm up to tuck the wrapped condom there.
“Put it on me,” I whispered, husky, the neediness showing in my tone. Mace’s fingers wrapped around the packet while I outmaneuvered him, threading my fingers with his other hand. “What else do I need to know?”
“Go easy. I don’t do this much.”
I extended our joined hands, tipping Mace’s chin up until our eyes met. “Why won’t you look at me?”
Defiance gathered in the center of Mace’s brow, his eyes narrowed while staring into mine. “What does it matter? It’s sex, not a commitment.”
Finally, Mace joined this interaction. The shared meaning inside the quiet stare confirmed one of my many theories. This guy operated his life in quiet trauma. He’d been hurt before.
This was only a physical release, just like I needed. Nothing more. Better if I remembered that.
“We’re the same height,” I said.
“Maybe. You’re still wearin’ your shoes.” Mace willingly grasped on to a detail that didn’t matter or have any implications with what we were about to do.
“Fair enough.” I cupped my free hand around Mace’s neck, stepping flush against him, drawing him closer. Inches from the press of my lips against his, Mace gave me his cheek, liberating his neck from my hold.
The condom landed on the edge of the table.
“Wear the condom,” Mace said, freeing his belt.
With a twist of his finger, he released the button to his cutoffs and his shorts dropped to the floor.
I was too close to fully appreciate the size of Mace’s firm cock still encased in his Fruit of the Looms. “Normally when I’m fuckin’, I’m payin’ someone… ”
Out of nowhere, Mace bent in, taking charge of the moment. His palm forcibly circled my neck. I barely had my mouth open before Mace’s tongue thrust inside. My eyelids closed, swept into instant desire. The kiss was hot, territorial, and skilled.
Mace kissed my fucking lights out.
We fought a battle of tongue and teeth, both looking to take charge, neither bending to the other. My toes curled as I circled my arms around this guy and tilted my head to better take everything being given.
My relentless hard-on went wild as I tightened the circle of my arms, tugging him head to toe against my body.
My palms caressed a path lower, sliding into the waistband of Mace’s underwear, gripping each firm globe of that tight ass.
Any physical space between us was lost as I ground my rigid length against Mace’s. Both the depth and length were there.
Oh hell yeah.
Life loved me.
=?=
Mace
Later, when I thought about this night, I didn’t want to be the feckless man I’d allowed myself to become. I wanted a memory where I gave as good as I got. Where I deserved a man as accomplished and sophisticated as Slade to spend time with. The fairytale place where I was wanted by another.
I drove my tongue through Slade’s mouth, lapping and locking us together. I pushed for dominance. Swipe after swipe of Slade’s velvety tongue, pass after pass, until I didn’t know where I began and Slade ended. I’d never kissed another in this way before.
I released Slade’s head, where I’d held him locked in place, and wrapped my hands around him, massaging a path up and down his back.
The tips of my fingers reached below Slade’s belted waistband, only able to go so far.
Before I remedied that problem, the need to breathe broke our lip-lock. When I pulled away, Slade followed me.
“Wait. We need to set parameters,” I said, not allowing our lips to touch again. I only succeeded in giving a length of my neck to suckle.
“What’re those?”
The lust propelling through every pore of my body made it hard to think properly, especially with Slade’s hands moving into my underwear, taking my cock into his hand.
“Are you makin’ fun of me?” I asked when his vision lined with mine. His other hand reached for the wet beads building at the tip of my cock.
“No,” Slade said. That alluring crooked grin was on his face, contradicting his words.
“I knew there was more to you. You’re serious.
You’re sexy. You’re formidable. What else are you hiding?
” Slade asked, his hand gliding up and down the length of my shaft, swiftly leaning in for a quick chaste kiss on my lips.
“Doesn’t matter. We’re here for sex. Nothing else. Agreed?”
“Sure,” Slade said. The smirk intensified while his hand took down my underwear and he lowered to his motherfucking knees.
The attention and reverence he gave made it all next-level great as he angled my cock in his hand, giving my shaft a tug as the tip of his tongue wet each plump lip, preparing to take me into his mouth.
Dammit. Slade was so damned sexy. And that was before he lifted his amber stare to meet my gaze. That sexy smirk reached his eyes. “You’re better than my dreams, and man, have I had some wicked dreams about you.” With that declaration, he swallowed me whole.
My straining cock hardened even more as my head was guided over his slick tongue to the back of his mouth.
I tucked my hips, pushing my cock deeper down his throat.
Any attempt to keep this physical, to make sure we had nothing more than a one and done, pushed at the boundaries of my consciousness, crashing through my barriers… No, destroying them.
I fixated on his mouth which was moving back and forth over me, sending pleasure shooting through my veins, numbing all my senses.
Of their own accord, my hands reached for Slade’s head, my fingers tangling in the short, silky strands.
Desire zinged and zipped over me as wanton craving amped up until only he and I remained.
Slade palmed my balls with his free hand, expertly rolling and pitching in the most decadent pressure, spurring on my arousal.
Unfortunately, my need for release rocketed to the most center part of my world.
Each of Slade’s swipes over the underside of my cock curled my toes.
My knees went weak as I battled against my orgasm.
I was in the fight of my life to keep from shooting my load prematurely, ending this beautiful moment before it ever truly got started.