Chapter 21 #2
To his surprise, Sugar got on top, laying flat against him. “That was… delicious. And exactly what I needed. How did you know?”
“Sometimes, you need someone to fuck you out of your own head.”
Horatio knew that feeling all too well.
“You’re deep. I like that about you.”
The words tickled. After two years of walking on eggshells around Sugar, he’d never expected to win him over.
How the fuck did I accomplish that?
“You’re supposed to say what you like about me now.” Sugar pinched Horatio’s tit.
“Gotta be your ferocity. You jump in headfirst without blinking. Sheer badassery.”
Sugar’s deep kiss left steam behind. “We’re officially friends. Congratulations.” He waved a hand toward Gunner and Snake. “Three orgasms apiece and they’re still going strong.”
Horatio took the hint—don’t ask. Don’t comment. Instead, he rested his chin on Sugar’s head, stroking his smooth back. “They’re both freaky little sex vampires.”
Gunner lifted his hips in sync with Snake’s downward grind. “That’s good, Gun, pound that sexy bloodsucker,” Horatio said.
Snake moaned. “So good. I already... came... three times.” Droplets of semen clung to his hair, dripped from his stomach, and dotted Gunner’s chest.
“Do it again,” Gunner ordered, working Snake’s cock until he came with a heaving gasp. “That’s four, not that I’m keeping track.”
Snake dismounted and flopped onto the bed. “I’m fucked out. You were absolutely brilliant, lad.” He curled up on his side and fell fast asleep.
“Give me twenty minutes to reload, and I’m all yours,” Horatio mumbled, not sure if he could keep that promise.
Sugar sat up, still panting. “We have seven other willing participants on this ship.” He grabbed his cell. “Stiles, I need the entire crew in my bunk. Gunner has a hard-on emergency.” He smiled at Gunner. “Now we wait for the stampede.”
Three minutes later, seven naked men marched in and circled the bed.
“The crew of The Frances is here. Ready, horny, and reporting for dick duty.” Stiles saluted while staring at Gunner’s cock. “Who’s first?”
“You are, Stiles,” Suki said. “Show Gunner why we call you Power Bottom.”
Horatio struggled to stay awake, but the wall-to-wall display of sumptuous flesh blurred into a dream. The next thing he knew, Seven was shaking him.
“Slayer, you’re up,” Seven said before face-planting onto a pillow.
“You fucked them into a coma.”
“But I’m even hornier.” Gunner’s eyes welled. “They probably hate me.”
All he wants is to be liked. I need to show him that he already is.
“Hate you? They’re smiling in their sleep.” Horatio circled the bed, holding out his hand. “Come on. Let’s go to our bunk. Let these guys rest.”
Gunner tried to walk, but each swing of his overworked dick made him wince. Horatio scooped him up and carried him to the elevator. As they descended, he sniffed Gunner’s hair.
“You smell like sex and Humerians.”
Gunner smiled. “Wanna make out?”
“Do I?” The second their lips touched, Horatio recharged—exhaustion replaced by angsty lust. “Sexy baby vamp. I want you to fuck me in every position.”
“I don’t think I can top anyone else today.”
“That’s okay, I’ll take care of you.”
They tumbled into bed, kissing frantically, Horatio on top. He smoothed Gunner’s hair back from his face. “Tell me what you need, Cupcake. I’ll do anything for you.”
“First, tell me why you call me Cupcake.”
“Because you’re sweet and delicious. I want to cover you in frosting and lick it off.”
“I’d enjoy that. But first, fuck me as hard and long as you can.”
“Let me get you ready?”
Gunner nodded, bottom lip tucked behind his teeth, eyes wide and warm. He bent his knees and pulled them back, spreading himself open.
“Fuuuck. You’re beautiful everywhere.” Horatio gave his cock a generous coating of lube, then added more to his fingers. “I love getting teased first. How about you?”
“I love it.” Bold eye contact. A sexy smirk turned up the corners of his mouth.
Horatio swirled the tip of one finger inside.
“Mmm.” He curled his hips.
Deeper now. A firmer touch.
A lurid growl. “Feels dirty good.”
“Dirty good. I like that.” Horatio curled his finger and rubbed that sensitive knot. “It’s nice to be naughty sometimes.”
“You’re gonna… make me come.” The last word came as a whisper.
“Good.” He teased Gunner’s piercings with his thumb and saw his eyes darken. “Want more?” A nod. Horatio added another digit. A few firm strokes and he came undone.
“Thank you,” he muttered, chest heaving.
“No. Thank you.” Horatio licked cum from Gunner’s chest. “I swear, your body gets tighter every day.” He gently patted his sac. “You need more.”
Gunner groaned. “I feel bad about making you work this hard.”
“I’m loving every second, and I promise, everyone else did, too.” He brushed his thumb across Gunner’s slick crown. “This is a gift.”
“Get in me. All of it. Don’t make me wait.”
No fear this time. No hesitation. Horatio nudged forward, spreading him open.
“Okay, baby?”
“I’m great. More.”
Horatio loved getting fucked—loved that heady switch between empty and full. It’s what he wanted Gunner to feel. Inch by inch, he pushed deeper.
Gunner gasped and spread his thighs wider. “I love this. Maybe too much?”
“Never too much.”
He slipped in further, feeling him relax. Once rooted, he leaned in close and wagged his tongue. Gunner licked back and pulled away. Tease. Horatio took a bite of his left nipple, hard enough to make him yelp.
“I love your tits.”
“I love when you bite them.”
Horatio fucked with long strokes that made Gunner moan.
“Your dick feels so good in my ass.”
Again, that electric connection. Too real. Too soon.
It’s just sex. Hot, beautiful sex.
Gunner wailed when he picked up speed. “Horatio, fuck me. Oh god, fuck me.”
Just a fuck between friends.
“I love when you moan my name.” Those eyes. Those lips. Those gasps.
Just a fuck. That’s all.
“I love how… you… fuck me.” Gunner teetered on the edge.
But Horatio wasn’t ready for it to end. He pulled out halfway. “I’m going back in slow. Tell me when I hit that spot.”
Inch by inch, Horatio pushed back in. Legs shaking, nearly spent, but not stopping. Not until Gunner was fully satisfied.
“There!” Gunner raised his arms over his head and gripped the padded headboard. Horatio angled perfectly, hitting that target again and again. “Jesus… that’s so good.”
Gunner fell over the edge, and he quickly followed. An orgasm to end all.
A moment that might end me.
Horatio glanced down. Gunner’s magical boner was gone. He eased out and rolled onto his back, laughing while pulling Gunner on top. “I win.”
“You went from guitar slayer to dick slayer.” He spread kisses over Horatio’s chest. “Thank you.” A giggle. “I’m dripping all over you.”
“I love it.” Horatio hugged him tight. “Don’t be surprised if we sleep through two days this time.”
“As long as I wake up with you.”
In that moment, heart pulsating, stomach full of rabid butterflies, Horatio was absolutely sure of one thing.
He was fucked.