Chapter 9
Slade
The salty pre-come dragging over my tongue spoke of a lover who hadn’t had much sex in his immediate past. Either that or I was just doing everything right in Mace’s world. Weirdly, I wanted the second option to be the truth.
This undeniably magical moment mattered to me. I wouldn’t pretend otherwise. I increased the tempo in and out of my mouth, doing my best to relax my jaw and open my throat, wanting the best for this intriguing man, lost in a small town, hiding from some unknown demons.
Yeah. That was the truth. That and a physical need so amped up I’d never wanted anyone like I wanted this man.
My cock pulsed, aching against the binding of my shorts, knowing it wouldn’t take much for me to reach an orgasm too.
Mace’s fingers reverently combed through my hair, trailing down, caressing over my jaw until the pad of his thumb caressed the length of my bottom lip.
Man, that turned me on.
I’d never considered such a leap forward when I showed up tonight. In a blur, Mace and I had gone from zero to a hundred in a matter of a few uncertain minutes. Now, all I wanted to do was savor the taste of this man, commit every second to memory, and get Mace ready for the pounding I had in mind.
Except the pounding seemed to come from my own heart. I trailed my fingers over Mace’s waist, around his hip to slip between the crevice. My fingertips circled the tight ring of muscle, massaging, seeking entrance.
I pushed my thumb inside Mace, breaching his hole.
“Holy fuck,” Mace hissed. His hands in my hair tightened, holding my head in place while thrusting his cock deep inside my mouth.
I liked the idea of being manhandled. That unyielding grip sent tendrils of desire ricocheting through my system.
My palm circled my cock, ramming back and forth against the need ready to burst free just by experiencing Mace’s lust.
As if Mace read my signs, his cock hit the back of my throat over and again, pumping his leaking need into my mouth rough and ragged.
When I lifted my gaze, Mace’s lids were shut, ecstasy riding in the lines of his brow. His lips parted but no breath escaped. He was on the edge. Out of instinct, I looped my arms around Mace’s thighs, helping to keep him upright when he came.
Mace’s hips bucked then faltered in their rhythm, his cock slipping from my mouth, he came into his palm. His body lurched each ribbon free.
“I’m sorry,” Mace said.
“I’m not.” I took the opportunity, getting to my feet, holding Mace upright as I said, “Bend over the table.”
It took two moves to get Mace steady, ass up, against the edge. I reached for the roll of paper towels in the center of the table, moving them closer to Mace while I quickly dropped my shorts and underwear to my feet and tugged the polo over my head, tossing it aside.
Mace cocked his head my direction. His sated expression burned away under the heat in his gaze as our eyes met. Mace’s greedy gaze tracked me up then down, then settled on my jutting cock.
The shape of my body was the key to success in accomplishing my most recent goals. I knew it looked good. The studio spent thousands of dollars to keep me fit.
“See this?” I fisted my shaft, giving it a tight squeeze. “It’s been like this for days because of you. We’ve got to get you ready. Keep your ass in the air.”
The single step forward, felt stalkerish. I lowered a hand to Mace’s hip, firmly holding him in place. I kicked his feet farther apart until the angle of his ass was perfect.
I reached for the lube, tearing the edge of the packet open with my teeth before dripping droplets of the slick straight onto his hole.
“That’s cold,” Mace hissed. But the hand that reached for his cock told a different story.
I lowered my fingers, running them over the lube before I pushed two digits inside.
“Yeah, you’re too tight to be doing too much whoring,” I murmured appreciatively, in little more than a husky, guttural sound.
“Fuuuckaa…” Mace managed. No denial of my simple assessment.
Tucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I worked my fingers in and out of Mace’s pucker. Plunging deeper and deeper with each thrust.
All the thoughts of savoring Mace, taking this slow to enjoy myself, fled as I added a third finger. Mace whimpered when I found his gland, massaging it with my index finger. I’d never been so captivated by another person. My cock leaked, small droplets building at the top.
Mace’s ass gripped my fingers, milking me deeper inside. “Jesus… Feels good. Dammit.”
“Just wait,” I murmured, and grabbed the remaining lube to spread it liberally over my cock and his hole.
I caught Mace’s free hand, gripping the edge of the table, white-knuckling the wood.
The tip of my cock aligned with Mace’s hole.
I dripped the few remaining drops of lube as I slowly entered the man.
My eyelids slid closed as Mace’s hot body closed around my cock, heat forming at the base of my spine as my hips locked into place.
The world faded, my worries melted away, an exhale blew slowly out of my mouth.
Jesus. Euphoria.
I wanted to take Mace in a careful way, but my mind and my body were no longer connected. With my hands on Mace’s hips, I slid out and pushed in again, watching Mace’s body bow at the intensity, taking all of me again.
I had no idea how much time passed while I thrust freely in and out of Mace’s ass, my pleasure blinding. My hips canted, my cock encased in Mace’s hot channel. It felt so dammed good, I never wanted it to stop.
Finally, my sense of purpose was clear. I was made to make love to this body. I stared down the long line of Mace’s spine splayed out in front of me. Like every second that I made love to Mace, I was mesmerized.
I massaged the heel of my palm up the line of Mace’s spine until I gripped his shoulder and pulled Mace back against my thrusts. That was the move. Mace moaned wantonly, his back arching, his body becoming the brick wall that made every pump that much better.
Yet, I couldn’t hold the racing pace. I wanted to see Mace’s face, to see the stain of desire tensing his strong jaw, tightening his hard chest and taunt nipples. I wanted his full lips on mine when I came.
This mattered more to me than the simple act of release.
The haze in my head parted like fog burned off in the morning sun, and I instantly understood what I needed to do next.
My movements slowed as my heart connected to this beautiful man.
A rusty, haunted heartbeat pumped the emotion that irreversibly controlled our sex.
Something deeply sensual changed the good time I’d been having into something…more. “Turn around,” I said, forcing my steel cock from Mace’s ass. It didn’t like that change.
“What’re you doin’?” Mace asked. He hadn’t liked it either.
Rather than answer, I circled my arms around Mace’s chest, leaving no space between us. The crook of Mace’s neck drew my lips there, where I pressed and licked the skin until wet. I spoke in such a way that my breath tickled the damp skin, goose bumps rising quickly which made me want to grin.
“I want to do this better. Turn around.” My firm hold only provided a marginal amount of space for Mace to turn.
When face-to-face, I saw pleasure flushing his cheeks.
He was both relaxed and confused. Our stares held.
My heart clamped on to his. Mace was no longer hiding himself.
He and I were the same, each hiding something from the world, but no longer from each other.
His chin tilted upward, a look that I interpreted to mean he was asking for a kiss.
I brought us together again. His mouth opened for mine.
Mace’s tongue slid possessively across my own.
The sorcery I had experienced now guided me forward.
The tingly feelings of a new beginning raced to the forefront.
This time, our kiss was softer, reverent.
I wrapped Mace tighter in my arms and lost myself to all the feels.
The sweet swirl of our tongues, the way Mace’s hand lifted to my face, angling me as he took everything I had to offer, meant the world to me, bringing Mace there with me too.
The kiss changed again. I was making love to Mace’s mouth like I planned to do with his ass.
My heart thumped loudly like a drumline inside my head. I stayed close, inches away from Mace. Our breaths mingled as I said, “I wanna watch you come… Can the table hold your weight?”
“I…” The confusion on Mace’s handsome face spoke of the same desire and moment I was experiencing.
Instead of any more words, words apparently we didn’t know how to say, I edged Mace against the table, urging him to lay back.
Those few seconds of watching him hoist his ass on the hardwood and recline were the treat I’d thought they might be.
Mace’s body was beautifully made, masculinity personified.
A horseshoe tattoo encased his heart. As I moved in between his parted thighs, Mace wrapped his legs around my hips.
I couldn’t resist reaching for the inked design.
“You need to explain this to me.”
Mace’s calloused palm circled my hand. The tough, direct hold was different than any other time before. He held my hand with care. “Finish us off. I can keep goin’ later if you want.”
I locked onto his cock, taking it in my hand. The weight and feel seemed perfectly made for my hold. “I haven’t experienced this before.” My gaze landed on his, understanding that I made little sense. “It won’t be long for me.” I grabbed my cock to, lining us up. “The way you take me into your…”
Ah. I pushed back inside this man, immediately lost to the ecstasy he made me feel.
Our chemistry swirled, perspiration trickled down the side of my forehead as my hips pistoned.
Mace’s lips pursed, his eyes rolled into the back of his head before closing in bliss, his chest arched up off the table.
His erection became velvet steel in my hand.
I twisted my hand over Mace’s cock and reached for his balls all while driving my hips in and out of his body with wild abandon.
My gaze never strayed from the flexing tightness of Mace’s body, absorbing each thrust I created.
I snapped my hips forward and back, creating the same motion with the hand on his cock.
No sense could be made of how much I wanted to come in Mace’s ass.
The hot panting breaths, the intense pleasure of my building need, the strain of holding off my most basic desire was taking its toll.
For the first time in my life, I was making love to a man. It was unbelievably beautiful. The best sex I’ve ever had.
“I’m comin’,” Mace groaned. The stare I’d been searching for since he closed his eyes, opened to me again.
“Me too,” I managed, giving into the moment as Mace’s body locked tight before pumping hot streams of come over his belly.
Mace responded decadently to my touch. Everything I knew about the world closed in on me until there was only one person left who mattered. It felt so right that my eyes closed, the darkness below the lids consumed me as I toppled over into oblivion.
Both of Mace’s hands and legs encircled me as I passed out.
=?=
Mace
“You need to go,” I said, tilting my head so far backward that I could read the clock on the wall above the back of the bar.
“Why?” Slade moaned, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in rough pants as he tried to gather his breath.
It had been hours since we’d started in the back room and, now, we’d officially christened the entire bar. Every room, down to this last one. We were currently in the main part of the bar, on the floor, on a blanket I kept hidden for the times I crashed there after too much alcohol.
“Come home with me.”
I chuckled. He’d said those same words many times over the last few hours. “I have animals to feed then I gotta shower and show up here again in about two hours.”
“Come sleep at my place. I’ll wake you up whenever you tell me to.” He reached for my hand, clasping it.
I chuckled again. I was three orgasms in and surely felt like he had an infinite amount left. They wouldn’t sleep if I left there with him.
“I’m serious,” Slade said, lifting to his side, elbow supporting his head while he brought our joined hands to his lips.
He openly stared at my profile. He did that quite a bit.
Never shy when being caught. “I’m not done with you yet.
If you don’t come over now then come over tonight after you leave here. I’ll cook dinner and we can hang out.”
Yeah, right.
I needed time to figure out what was happening. For the first time in my life, with Slade surrounding me, the pain of my past and my inability to move away from it, stayed at a distance, but I wasn’t near naive enough to believe it was gone forever.
From the sex side of things, I was certain I wasn’t finished with him either.
“What time tonight?”
“What time do you get off?” Slade asked, kissing my knuckles again.
“I don’t know. Sometimes, I can swing an earlier out time.”
“I’ll have dinner ready.” Slade pushed up to his knees. That naked sculpted body was hard as hell to ignore. “I’ll get a towel to clean you up and your clothes.” He took a big step over my body. His flaccid cock swung above me. What a great look. A sigh escaped as I closed my eyes.