In Take Me, one hot summer, Rick Tanner and Clint Rodham come face-to-face. With the California heat rising and desires building, the two find themselves in a storm of passion. Neither of them are able to resist. Neither of them want to. They both want to take what is within their reach, just beyond their fingertips.
In Hypnotize Me, when Tag is injured in a warehouse fire and Walt is the nurse charged with his care, the question isn’t whether or not Walt will help him on his road to recovery. The question is who will end up healing who as the two become much closer than mere patient and nurse.
In Excite Me, Phillip Archer spent the past decade playing in the NFL until an injury ended his career. Richard Olson was a veteran reporter for the local news, who loved his job and being single. When the two college friends reunite, a round of winner-take-all ensues as they both play a game of pure excitement.
In Seduce Me, a simple meeting between Alec and Tyler shakes up both of their lives, rocking them each to the core. Insecurities and emotions ride just beneath the surface as the two fight their growing attraction for one another. With overwhelming desires taking control they find themselves on a journey of pure and unadulterated seduction.
In Pick Me, Declan and Pete’s careers are flourishing, but obstacles are standing in their way of being together. They both are forced to make a choice. Do they walk away? Or do they give in to what they want most...each other.
The atmosphere between them was casual, but Rick was growing impatient. It was all he could do to not make a move on his new friend. He wasn’t sure if he was just horny or there was really something about Clint that he was drawn to.
“So what do you do?” Rick asked.
“For the time being, I sell cars. That’s what I’ve done for the past eight years anyway.”
“Sounds like more than just a passing job then.”
Clint downed the last of his beer and set it on the ground beside him. “It wasn’t my intended career path, but I’ve been damn good at it until recently.”
“Economy, huh? Yeah, that’s why I moved out here, too. There wasn’t a lot of room to grow in my profession in Kansas.”
“Kansas?” Clint laughed. “Shit, I didn’t know people still lived there. Is it even still a state?”
Rick was happy to see his neighbor’s sense of humor come out. He liked someone who didn’t take life too seriously.
“Yeah, you’d think it was just a desolate land wouldn’t you? But, they have electricity and everything now.”
Clint placed a hand on Rick’s shoulder. “I was just messing with you, man. Living my whole life in California, we get used to a certain way of life. It gets hard for us natives to even imagine the Midwest.”
The brief moment that Clint had touched him caused an electric charge to course through his body. He wished that his hand had lingered just a bit longer. He was having a hard time getting a reading on this guy.
“No worries. I get it.” He gulped down the last of his beer and set his empty bottle on the ground next to Clint’s.
“So, no one’s buying cars anymore, huh?”
Clint let out a sigh and crossed his arms over his chest. His feet started shaking back and forth in what Rick assumed was nervous energy. Whatever was bugging the man was obviously doing a number on every aspect of his life.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to pry,” Rick said.
“Nah. It’s not that. I sell luxury sports cars. Top of the line, in fact. I’m damn good at it, too. My problem isn’t the economy. My problem is my boss. Ever since my boss found out that…well, let’s just say things have changed around the dealership in the past few months.”
Rick didn’t miss how quickly Clint had stopped himself from what he was about to say. It intrigued him that such an attractive man seemed so obviously concerned with what others thought. He didn’t want to push the issue despite his eagerness to learn more.
“Want another beer?”
“I don’t know. It’s been a long day. Maybe I should head back on up to my place.” Clint rose from his chair and stood at the railing.
“You sure? I mean, you did save me from a night of solitude on the roof. The least I could do is share my beer with you.”
“What do you do?” Clint asked, ignoring the offer of another beer.
“For all intents and purposes, I’m a personal trainer. At least that’s what my new job out here is. But my resume doesn’t stop there.”
It was with purpose that Rick hadn’t elaborated. He still was having a hard time gauging his guest’s mood. If Clint was interested in hearing more, he would ask, and if not he would just ignore the open-ended statement.
“Oh yeah? Sounds either ominous or secretive. What else do you do? Or would you have to kill me if you told me?”
Rick couldn’t help but smile. He heard Clint chuckle, but his back was still turned to him as he looked out over the valley. Clint wasn’t giving him too many clues about what made him tick, but this little hint of interest was just the incentive he needed to continue the quest of getting to know his new neighbor.
“Not quite. Nothing secretive or ominous, actually. I just know how hard it is to make an honest living these days. So, after I became certified to be a professional trainer, I continued my education. I have a rather interesting résumé. I can get you in shape, get you a massage, and help you rehabilitate should you get injured. I’m sort of a jack-of-all-trades with your body.”
Rick stood up to join him along the railing, but Clint turned suddenly, and they were instantly face-to-face. Their mouths were a mere inch apart from one another as they stood frozen.
“I know we just met, but you seem awfully tense. Maybe you’re always like that. I don’t know. But, if you want.” Rick raised his hands and wiggled his fingers. “I give great massages.”
“I…I should go,” Clint said.
Rick had never been one for patience. When he saw something he wanted, he just went for it. Sure, this method bit him in the ass more times than he could count, but there was something about the man who stood before him which he couldn’t, or didn’t want to, ignore. The look in Clint’s eyes told him there was something there. Even with only the moonlight to illuminate them, he could see the captivation was mutual.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asked while trailing his fingertips along the outer part of Clint’s arm.
He had no idea what the sensation was doing to Clint, but it was driving him insane. There was an electricity to this man, something that made his fingers tingle from the slightest touch.
“Lie down on the bed. Put your head on that pillow.”
He waited for Rick to do as he’d said. It always turned him on to have someone be obedient in the bedroom. He had a dominant streak in him to a certain extent and loved to be able to exercise it.
Once he was lying down, Clint climbed on the bed and hovered over Rick. He wanted to explore his body, but first things first. He wanted to taste his kiss again. Dipping his head down, he crushed his lips against Rick’s and slid his tongue inside.
He felt an instant punch in his gut. The pungent taste of his own cock still lingered inside his lover’s mouth. It was such a succulent tease to his taste buds, enticing him to take all that he wanted.
A moan came from Rick as Clint reached down and took his lover’s cock in his hand. He stroked it slowly, learning the feel of it while continuing to kiss him. The skin moved so freely up and down his length. It almost felt like silk, except for the numerous thick veins which protruded from beneath his skin. A droplet of pre-cum hit his palm as he continued stroking him. He pulled his hand up and licked the mixture off of his hand. It tasted better than he imagined and only made him crave the taste of Rick’s cock more and more.
He broke away from their kiss and ignored the whimper he heard while quickly turning himself around. There was no room for words, he just wanted to feel and get lost in doing so. He hadn’t been turned around for a fraction of a second before he felt the warm glide of Rick’s tongue against his balls.
Like a wild animal, Clint forgot everything around him and focused on the erection staring him in the face. He dipped his head down and closed his lips over the head. With one quick movement, he had Rick exactly where he wanted him, buried deep in his throat.
The taste that filled his mouth was an aphrodisiac. It had been far too long since he’d had the pleasure of sucking a good-looking and tasty cock. So long that he almost forgot how much he loved it. Quickly, he was being reminded of just how much he ached for the rich taste it provided.
He inhaled through his nostrils and let the aroma of sex fill his entire being while Rick continued sucking him off. The passion of going down on one of his lovers while the same was done to him always got him hot. This was more though. There was something so sweet about the way Rick’s lips and tongue worked him so expertly.
Bringing his lips up to the very tip of Rick’s cock, he played with it, trying to see how crazy he could make him. Flicking it with his tongue, he worked himself around his entire length until he had him moaning and bucking his hips up at Clint’s mouth.
He grabbed his dick and proceeded to stroke it while he dropped his head low to tease his balls in the same way. Rick kept himself shaved, which was exactly what he liked. There was nothing like smooth skin against the tongue and lips when getting someone off. It was all he could do to keep his composure and focus on what he was doing. Rick’s mouth was sucking him like a pro. Somehow it was better than it had been just minutes before in the living room.
Rick’s moans were getting louder. His hips were moving faster and wilder with every second that passed. He was obviously getting close, and if there was one thing that intensified an orgasm for Clint, it was swallowing his partner’s cum right as he lost control.
He thrust his hips down against Rick’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat as he heard him gag. The head of his cock was always sensitive, and he never could quite find something as good as feeling the back of a hot throat enveloping him.
Rick didn’t hesitate as Clint continued to thrust and fuck his face. From the way his body was reacting, and the noises he was making, he would almost place a wager that his new lover liked to be taken in such a way.
For several seconds, Clint continued to thrust himself hard and fast into the deepest parts of Rick’s throat. Each time he hit the back of his throat and felt his lips close tighter around him, it wreaked havoc on any remaining control he had.
Walt opened the door to the bathroom and turned on the light. “Easy. Just like you did when you were a little boy and your mother was teaching you how to use the big boy potty.”
Walt laughed. “Just sit down on the toilet. Point, and aim. Easy peasy.”
“Oh.” Tag joined him in laughing at himself. “Sorry. It’s been a long time since then.”
Walt helped settle him on the seat and hung the IV bag on the wall hook next to the toilet. It was then when he started to walk out of the bathroom that Tag stopped him by tugging on his hand.
“Are you okay?”
“I just wanted to say thank you.”
Walt offered him a sincere smile. Even with the remnants of soot which still outlined his face and his mussed up hair, the fireman was not only charming, but incredibly polite. Whoever managed to hook him was one lucky man, or woman.
“You don’t have to thank me. I’m here to help.”
“I know, but…I like your help.”
Walt’s pulse began to race when Tag gently rubbed his thumb across the front of his hand. If he didn’t know any better, he would swear that the room temperature shot up a good twenty degrees in the past few seconds.
“I’m glad I can be here to help you,” Walt replied and quietly closed the door.
I’m glad I can be here to help you? What the hell was that? Nicely done, Walt. He sounded like a damn idiot. This was why he didn’t date much. He sucked at talking to people he was attracted to.
He stood on the other side of the bathroom door while he waited for Tag to finish. Walt used the time to collect his thoughts and get his head out of the clouds. The fireman was just being nice to him. That’s all there was to it. The gentle brush of his finger on his hands was nothing more than a patient thanking his nurse. Nothing more, nothing less.
The flush of the toilet woke him from his daydreams. “All finished?” he called to the other side of the door.
“Yeah, just give me a second.”
All finished. What was that? Stupid, asinine comment number two in as many minutes? Good Lord, Walt. If you keep this up, you’re liable to label yourself a complete and total nimrod in no time at all.
The distress in Tag’s voice worried Walt. Abruptly he opened the door to see what had happened.
Tag was leaning over the sink, holding on with so much force that his knuckles were white. His expression looked grim as he stared at his reflection.
“What’s wrong? Did you lose your balance? Are you okay?”
“Have you seen me? I am two shades away from looking like death. Even my five o’clock shadow looks grungy.”
Walt sighed. “Are you serious? You scared me. I thought…” He shook his head. “Never mind what I thought. Let’s get you back to bed.”
“No.” Tag looked at him in the looking glass. “Tell me. What did you think?”
“I thought you hurt yourself.”
“And that worried you?”
Walt felt himself being sucked in to his patient. This gorgeous fireman who was injured in the line of duty and, despite his haggard appearance, was the sexiest man he’d seen in a very long time. He had to stop his mind from getting carried away and put some professional distance between the two of them.
“You’re my patient. It’s my job to take care of you.”
“Oh. Yeah. I know that.”
The patient he tried to distance himself from suddenly seemed all too real. He could almost swear he saw disappointment in his eyes. Had it been his imagination? What was it about this man that made him off balance?
“So, are you ready to get back in bed?”
He wanted to kick himself for the way he worded the question. For some reason everything he said seemed to come out wrong, have a different context or a hidden meaning, too.
“Can you help me get a little cleaned up first? I feel like death warmed over.”
“Sure. Give me just a second.”
Walt went out to the cabinet adjacent to Tag’s bed and got two washcloths and a small, trial-size bottle of their all-in-one soap. He then went back into the bathroom and set the items down next to the sink.
“Here, let’s get you seated back down while I warm up the water.”
He put down the lid cover and helped Tag get settled on the seat before turning on the water. The steam rose after only a minute, and he turned on the cold to adjust it to the perfect temperature of hot, just not scalding.
Unfolding the washcloth and laying it in the sink, he did his best to ignore the hairs which stood up on the back of his neck. He was being watched. He could feel Tag’s eyes on him as sure as he could feel the warmth of the water. Then he squirted a liberal amount of soap into the wet washcloth and picked it up, squeezing the excess water and allowing the suds to work into every inch of the terry cloth.
When he turned to look at Tag he hadn’t been wrong. His chocolate-brown eyes were piercing him with an intent stare. What he wouldn’t give to know what the man was thinking.
Walt’s blue eyes pierced his. Like an electric charge he could almost feel a jolt from the shocking way they held his gaze. He nervously swallowed the lump which filled in his throat. Anxiety washed over him as he considered the words he’d just said.
“Jesus, say something.”
“I–I’m not sure what to say,” Walt answered.
He looked down in shame. He was right. What did Tag really expect him to say anyway? Here the man was just doing his job and taking care of a patient. Who the hell did he think he was to…he stopped from chastising himself when he caught sight of what was before him. There was a bump in Walt’s trousers. The thin fabric of his hospital scrubs showed a definite protrusion.
His eyes shot back up at Walt, whose expression showed embarrassment and confusion. Maybe Tag hadn’t been wrong after all. At least not wrong about the attraction. He knew he sensed something between them, despite the way they met and where they were.
He was torn with what to do as they stayed motionless. Each of their eyes were fixed on the other’s as that cloud of tension built around them. Even with his weak and sore body Tag could still feel his lust for Walt building with every passing second.
Tag couldn’t help himself. He hadn’t been this turned on by someone in…hell, he didn’t even know how long. Had he ever been this turned on by someone before? His cock was throbbing and was painfully hard underneath the thin hospital gown which covered him. He raised his hand and touched the bump in Walt’s pants.
Jesus. He wasn’t wrong. Walt cock was hard and growing harder by the second as he cupped him in his hand. Tag wrapped his hand around the length of Walt’s dick through his pants. The thick feel of his cock was Tag’s undoing. He forgot any sense of right or wrong when he felt the powerful presence of a hard dick in his hands.
“Oh God, Tag. What are we doing?” Walt whispered.
Tag looked up at his hot nurse. The lust he saw mirrored his emotions. They both wanted each other. Their attraction for one another was too strong to ignore. The truth of it was, Tag didn’t want to ignore it. He wanted to embrace it, relish in it, and take it for all it was worth.
“What we both want,” Tag answered.
Walt’s chest heaved underneath that pressure storm which was building around them. He looked scared and nervous. Tag wanted to hold him, kiss him, and tell him not to worry, but he was sure his breath left something to be desired.
He didn’t want to lose this moment though. No way in hell would he take this kind of gift for granted. It was just the two of them, no one else. Walt needed him. He could see it in his striking, blue eyes. His physical condition mattered little. All Tag wanted was to show him how sexy he was.
Tag lifted the hem of Walt’s hospital shirt and placed a gentle but warm and wet kiss to his stomach. His abdomen was sprinkled with dark, curly hairs which matched the color of the hair on his head. His skin was fair just like the rest of him, but a four-inch scar on his left side caught Tag’s attention. He trailed his tongue over it, lingering over the puffy, pink skin which carried the mark of whatever surgery he had.
Tag reached around to Walt’s ass. He cupped his cheeks and gently massaged them in each hand as he continued to lavish kisses on the man’s flat stomach. He allowed himself to enjoy the moment for a while longer before he slowly trailed his hands back to the front.
He looked up at Walt and stared into his eyes when he grabbed onto the drawstring of his pants. In the short span of a few minutes his nurse’s cock had grown that much harder. It was now standing at attention through his trousers, announcing to anyone who could see that he was there and ready to fuck.
The idea shot through his body and straight down to his already hard cock. He was so horny for this man but couldn’t help himself from going slow and enjoying every second with his nurse.
When the tie came loose on Walt’s pants, Tag reached around and let his hands feel the bare skin of his ass. His cheeks were so smooth and felt perfectly proportioned for his hands. Images of having Walt bent over while he kissed his lover’s ass and licked his hole only enticed his already raging desire.
Tag’s hunger for Walt’s cock was growing with every passing second. He had his cock sucked more times than he could count but had only done it to a few lovers in his entire life. There was something about this man which made him ache to give him oral pleasure. He felt famished, like nothing in the world could curb his appetite like this man’s cock.
Impatience overcame him, and suddenly he burst into action. He had to have him. He had to taste him.
Tag pulled at the hospital scrubs which still annoyingly remaining in place, almost held up by the erection which teased him. He yanked them down and watched in glorious amazement as the thick, engorged flesh of Walt’s erection nearly hit him in the face when it sprang free from its confines.
A drop of pre-cum sat on the tip. It glistened in the dimly lit bathroom. It was a tease. No different than dangling a meatball in front of a starving tiger.
“Jesus. You’re so fucking beautiful,” Tag whispered while looking up at Walt.
“I–I’m so–I don’t know–I’ve never.” Walt’s words came out in stutters. His face was flushed, and his breaths were rapid.
“Baby, shh…it’s okay. Let me take care of you.”
They had talked for a while, going between casual chatting, to seeing who could out smart-ass the other and just plain catching up on where their lives had taken them. Even knowing that he was just reconnecting with Richard after so many years, in some ways he felt like they hadn’t skipped a beat.
He retrieved two glasses and a carton of orange juice from the kitchen and placed them in front of the plates. Then he surveyed the breakfast he made with a curious eye. A chef, he certainly was not, but he usually couldn’t screw up eggs and bacon. Usually being the key word of course. He hoped this wasn’t going to be one of those days where he got a little too liberal with the salt and pepper.
At least the bacon was cooked perfectly, not a lot of grease and just the right about of crisp. He would have made hash browns, too, if he had thought to buy any. Eggs were a part of his protein shakes, and bacon was always a staple in his house. Potatoes on the other hand, those were a different story. He saved that carbohydrate filled luxury for when he went out to eat.
Phillip eyed the hallway curiously, wondering what could be keeping Phillip. Tons of insecurities flooded his mind with possibilities of Richard having regrets about their night together last night. What if he was in the bathroom right now trying to concoct a plausible story to escape as quickly as possible, he wondered.
What would he say to his guest who was so eager to leave? Would he politely allow him to leave? Or would he stand in front of him, kiss him, and seduce him until he agreed to spend the day with him? What would he do if Richard rejected him? Sure Richard had told him he liked him, but he had also just gotten his cock sucked off until he came. There was always the possibility he was still lost in the moment when he’d said it.
Ugh. He hated this. Being insecure and unsure of himself wasn’t a personality trait that Phillip was used to. He was confident and hardly ever cared what anyone thought. Hell, if Richard didn’t throw a wrench in that way of thinking though.
His mother had called him picky before. That was nothing compared to how picky he was now. Instead of nit-picking over other men’s pros and cons, he would now be able to take one quick glance at every man in the world and know they were not good enough, because they were not Richard Olson. Only one man could satisfy him now, and that man was currently driving him crazy while he waited out here at the table.
The lack of silverware and napkins sitting beside the plates grabbed his attention. It was enough to distract him for a few moments while he grabbed them from the kitchen and set them perfectly parallel to the dishes.
It worked for only a moment. His ability to ignore his absent houseguest went right out the window. His nerves were now on full alert, just as his insecurities were, and he was more than a little worried as to what was keeping him. He had to know what was preventing Richard from coming out here and facing him.
Even if it was bad, he had to find out if Richard had doubts.
Cautiously he walked toward the hallway, his footsteps purposely quiet, although he wasn’t sure why. His intention wasn’t to sneak up on Richard. Despite this he was all but tiptoeing through his own condo as if he was a mouse trying not to wake the humans who lived here.
He stopped when he reached the archway which led to his back bedrooms and bathroom. He could see the bathroom was dark and the door was open. Directly across the hall he could also see a hand outstretched and leaning on the doorway.
His heart fluttered for a moment when he realized that Richard was in his bedroom. It was where he’d wanted to take him last night, but his irrational fear that he may run for the door if he dared to wake him up prevented him from moving his peacefully sleeping lover.
He closed the distance between himself and Richard quickly. When he reached the opening to the doorway he closed his right hand over Richard’s and wrapped his left arm around his waist.
Kissing the side of his neck, he whispered, “There you are.”
“Mmm…” Richard leaned into him.
“I was worried you got lost.”
Richard moaned. “I did in a way. This place is beautiful.” He turned around and faced Phillip before continuing, “I’m sorry. I know it probably seems like I was snooping, but…Well, okay I was a little, but not in the way that you might think. I love old buildings like this. I was curious to see if it was just as luxurious as the rest of the place was.”
“It’s okay, babe. I don’t mind. I would’ve had us sleep in here last night anyway, had we not fallen asleep on the couch.”
“Yeah, about that. Phillip, last night was…”
“Yeah?” Phillip asked, full of hope and literally hanging on every word.
Richard smiled. “It was incredible.”
Relief washed over him. He’d needed to hear that. “Yeah, it was pretty amazing.”
Richard wrapped his arms around Phillip and laced his fingers together behind his neck. “For me it was. But, not so much for you.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Being with you last night, doing what I did to you. It was…unbelievable.”
“How can that be though? I mean, don’t you want to…you know…feel good, too?”
Phillip cupped Richard’s cheeks with his palms, carefully cradling the man who was chipping away at the shell that protected his heart with every passing second.
Richard came out of the bathroom. A sly and wicked grin on his face. “I should’ve known to look there first.”
Phillip didn’t miss the shit-eating grin on Richard’s face, nor did he miss that he was hiding something underneath the towel he carried. He looked like he just won one of those board games that went on for hours and no one would dare to surrender to. Death by Monopoly his mom would call it.
“What do you have hiding under the towel there, babe?”
“Huh?” Richard looked at the towel and set it down on the bed. “This? Oh, don’t you worry your pretty, little head about that.”
Phillip looked down and quirked his eyebrow. “Umm…I’m not thinking it is so little right about now. It seems to grow exponentially the more time I spend with you.”
To prove his point, Phillip slipped his fingers inside the waist band of his briefs and pulled them down. As soon as he passed the threshold and freed himself from the constraining fabric, his cock sprang free. It bobbed out and selfishly screamed for attention like a toy which had sat on a shelf, being ignored for far too long.
“Yeah?” Richard came toward him, his steps slow, his voice but a whisper as he started to remove the tank top and boxer shorts he was wearing. “Maybe I should get the rest of these clothes off and we’ll play a little game.”
“Hmm…a game, huh? What do I get if I win?”
“Me,” Richard said matter-of-factly, while tossing his tank, slipping out of his boxers.
The same cock he had sucked as if his life depended on it the night before was now standing at attention, begging for him to notice it. Notice it he did. He remembered just how good it felt to have that cock in his hand, his mouth, sliding across his tongue.
“And what do you get if you win?”
“Ahh…I see. So there are no real losers in this game then.”
Richard removed his socks and came toward him. He dropped to his knees and looked up at him. Phillip’s cock was no more than an inch away from the lips he loved to kiss.
“Only winners,” Richard added just before he opened his mouth and sucked the length of Phillip’s cock clear down to his balls.
Fuck! Phillip grabbed onto the back of Richard’s head and held him to his dick. He was hitting the back of Richard’s throat, causing the sucking motions to vibrate against his cock.
Somehow Richard had managed to turn his mouth into a hot and wet, luxurious vacuum. He was sucking him off so sweetly he couldn’t help but just stand there, completely still, while he allowed Richard to love him with his mouth.
For several moments of utter bliss, Richard sucked, licked, and stroked his cock. Working him almost to the point of orgasm several times then slowing his pace and starting all over again.
The man had to be a god, or at least some sort of angelic servant whose only purpose in life was to bring sexual pleasure which was out of this world. Maybe he was magic. A being sent from far, far away who lived in a world where sexually they were far more advanced than the simple humans of earth.
He was sure there had to be some reason to explain why Richard sucking his cock felt like the first and only blow job he’d ever had. It was as if any blow jobs given by anyone ever amounted to nothing compared to the genius that Richard was with his tongue.
The cool air of his air-conditioned apartment washed across his wet cock, and he opened his eyes and looked down. Surprisingly he hadn’t even realized they were closed. His body and mind had been so focused on the ecstasy that Richard was providing he tuned everything else out around him.
Richard was walking toward the bed. He didn’t look back at Phillip. His movements were swift and precise as though he was on some sort of mission.
He watched while Richard laid the towel out on the bed. Next he waited in anticipation, wondering what he was doing as Richard fumbled with something in his hand.
A moment later his eyes grew wide and his cock went from hard to something that could cut a diamond in half. His cock throbbed painfully, and he nearly came from the sight that played out before him as he watched Richard apply a liberal amount of lubricant to his asshole.
Phillip walked toward him, his steps slow and methodical. He was sure that if he moved too much he would climax right here and now before he even had a chance to bury himself in the creamy colored ass that looked so inviting.
Alec still couldn’t put his finger on it. There was something different, something almost even special about this man who dressed in clothes that probably should’ve been retired long ago.
Most men, most people wouldn’t do work for free, just to help others out. While it would be a much nicer world if more did subscribe to that way of thinking, Alec knew they lived in a society today where most people didn’t do something unless it benefited themselves.
He considered the possibility that was what had stood out to him, but the truth of it was, he’d felt this way from the moment Tyler stepped out of his office to greet him. His first sight of him was filled with contradicting thoughts. He was ordinary, but he wasn’t. He was plain, but he wasn’t. He was boring, but he wasn’t.
The conflicting thoughts were maddening, and it was driving him crazy trying to figure out why he specifically ordered a pizza in time, just to be sure it would be delivered before his attorney arrived. He wanted him to stay for dinner, he hoped he would, but he didn’t have a clue why. What was driving him even more insane was why in the hell Alec couldn’t take his eyes off of him.
“Oh my God. That was amazing.” Tyler pushed his plate away and sank back against the cushions of the couch.
Alec smiled and nodded. He was almost too full to respond, but he couldn’t resist the urge to get a jab in at the amount of food his attorney ate.
“You sure you had enough? I mean we could order another if those five pieces didn’t fill you up.”
Tyler had his hand on his belly. “Sorry. I can eat a lot.”
“I’d never guess it by the looks of you. Do you work out a lot?”
“Me? Hell no. Should I? Yeah! But I just don’t have the time for it like I used to. You know how it is. Too many hours at work, and before you know it you’re too exhausted to do much of anything, much less exercise.”
“Umm…actually, no, I don’t know what that’s like. But I hope to soon.”
“Sorry. See, when it comes to food, I lose all my manners. I didn’t mean any disrespect.”
“No worries,” Alec assured him. “I’m doing what I can to get out of my rut. I’ll get there. It’ll just take some time is all.”
“That’s a good attitude to have, man. I know this may sound strange, but I envy you.”
Surprised, Alec raised his brow. “You envy a man who’s been out of work, who’s had cancer and has virtually nothing to his name?”
“Sorry, maybe that was a poor choice of words. I meant I envy your determination. You could have sat around feeling sorry for yourself, or looked for handouts wherever you could find them, but instead you sold what you could and got your health in check. Most people wouldn’t have been that disciplined. Which is why I envy you. I have zero in the discipline department.”
“I wouldn’t say that. You’re an attorney. Last I heard they just don’t hand out law degrees and let people skate by on the bar exam. You must have worked hard for it.”
“Yeah. Maybe. At the time it didn’t seem like that hard of work. It was just me doing my thing, you know? Now that I’m getting old, I notice things creeping up on me. A few speckles of gray hair, less energy, lines on my face that never used to be there.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”
“Nah, I don’t mind. I’m thirty-six, but it feels like I’m going on fifty some days.”
The sound of a phone ringing interrupted their casual conversation. Alec didn’t recognize the ringtone, so he knew it wasn’t his. Tyler fumbled around in his pocket until he pulled out an iPhone. The expression on his face caught Alec by surprise. He looked as though he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t be.
Alec pretended not to listen to the woman on the other end of the line. Something about just hearing her voice irritated him. His annoyance grew that much more when he heard Tyler apologize for not calling and further explaining that he had dinner with a client. Alec got up from the couch and took their plates to the kitchen in an effort to get rid of the pit that formed in his stomach.
He set the plates on his counter and grabbed a bottle of water from his refrigerator, thinking maybe the sinking feeling that overcame him may be the onset of nausea. After all, it had been a very long time since he’d eaten anything quite so bad for him. His system could be going into shock. Hell, his arteries were probably as clear as a mountain river until he ate three pieces of the delicious, double-cheese pizza.
“Sorry about that.”
Alec turned to see Tyler standing in the entryway to the kitchen. In his hands was the pizza tray, now completely empty with only a couple mushrooms left behind.
“No problem.” He took the tray and set it in the sink. “I guess that’s what it’s like when you’re married. Got to check in every so often. You can’t just go off the grid.”
Tyler laughed. “Married? Oh no. That wasn’t my wife. I’m not married.”
“Oh, well, girlfriend then, whatever. I’m just saying—”
“She’s not my girlfriend either.”
Alec was surprised by his quick interruption. Tyler’s expression seemed too serious for his liking, and it made him feel ill at ease. He had no right to grill the man about his personal life anyway. It wasn’t like he was interested in him. He hadn’t been interested in anyone for a long time. His dating days may have been a long time ago, but surely he’d know if he was attracted toward someone. Wouldn’t he?
“I can’t help myself. I want you so badly, baby. And I can feel how bad you want it, too. Please, let me taste you. Let me suck on your big cock. Fuck my mouth,” Tyler pleaded.
Alec’s eyes grew wide as they stared back at him in the mirror. If Tyler wasn’t mistaken, he’d almost swear he saw fear in them.
“Baby, don’t be scared,” he tried to assure him. Not wanting whatever was bothering him to win the debate.
Once again, Alec moved away. His movements hurried as he flicked off the light and fumbled in his dresser drawer. Then as quickly as he left, he returned to face Tyler, holding a tube of lube.
“I want you to fuck me,” Alec said with a shaky voice.
Tyler was no fool. It was obvious Alec wanted him, but there was something in his actions that worried him. No matter how much he would love to sink his cock inside of Alec’s sweet ass, he wouldn’t do it unless Alec was completely sure.
Lifting his hand to stroke the side of Alec’s cheek, he whispered, “Are you sure? I feel like there’s something you’re—”
“I’m sure. Just…don’t turn on the lights, okay? I’m…shy.”
Tyler was about to question him again. There was something in his voice that just didn’t ring true. Any chance of his conscious thoughts forming words flew right out the window as soon as Alec’s firm fingers wrapped around his cock and began teasingly stroking it.
He dropped his head back and hissed out a breath. “You keep doing that and I’m liable to take you up on your offer.”
Alec placed the tube of lube in Tyler’s hand and walked around him to the bed. Tyler turned, watching his movements in the dimly lit room. Only the light from the hallway shone, casting an oversized shadow of Alec against the opposite wall. His hard cock stood at attention and looked unbelievably long with the trickery of light as he crawled onto the bed.
The image was Tyler’s undoing. His dick already throbbed with anticipation of what it may be like to be squeezed snug inside Alec’s ass. The possibility of declining his request would be nothing short of idiotic. He wanted it. They both wanted it.
Tyler popped the cap and squeezed a generous amount of slippery jelly onto his cock. The harsh coldness of it startled him and caused his balls to draw up, nearly crawling up inside his body.
Stroking to alleviate the discomfort, he quickly regained his composure and moved over to where Alec was straddled on the bed. His upper body was leaning down, lying on a pillow, while his ass stood up in the air, almost taunting him to come and get it.
With some of the jelly left on his hand, Tyler began working the clear gel past the seam in Alec’s ass. He had been about to slide his fingers past the glory hole when Alec did the work for him. Pushing his ass back further, Tyler’s two fingers disappeared into the puckered hole. He felt the muscles contract around his digits just as Alec started to moan.
The sound awoke every primal urge inside of him. He felt like an animal ready to pounce on its prey. What a pretty prey it was, too. He would attack and ravish Alec just like a predator, and he’d enjoy every second of it.
Tyler bent over, kissing the small of Alec’s back and licking a trail of enticing circles on his skin. His cock twitched at the taste. The mixture of sweat and whatever soap Alec used was like an aphrodisiac luring him to his fate.
He used his left hand to spread Alec’s cheek away from the crack in his ass and bent his knees while pressing the head of his cock at the tiny entrance.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes…God, yes. Just fuck me.”
Alec’s voice no longer held the hesitance he heard moments earlier. Even if it was there, he might not have heard it. The rush of blood and pounding of his heart probably drowned out any sense of reason or rational thinking. This wasn’t about anything other than a connection that was stronger than anything he’d ever felt before. This wasn’t just something he wanted. Alec was someone he had to have.
Inhaling and holding his breath, Tyler pushed his head past the viselike grip of Alec’s ass and, with a forceful thrust, buried himself inside. His balls drew up tight against Alec’s cheeks, and a pulsating hold grabbed onto him.
Alec screamed from the intrusion, though he didn’t move. Instead he held himself there, his ass sticking up in the dark room as a thousand muscles began vibrating all along the length of Tyler’s cock.
“Oh fuck…Jesus…You’re so fucking tight,” Tyler said. He was barely able to complete his thoughts, much less a whole sentence.
Alec was the first of them to move. He could have stayed there, frozen in time while Alec’s body worked him to orgasm. When he felt the first rock of Alec’s hip, thrusting for the both of them, he almost passed out from the intensity of it. It may have been a while, probably far too long since he’d enjoyed the pleasure of fucking a man’s ass, but there was something about Alec’s ass that went far beyond mere pleasure. It was fucking spectacular.
Declan took the glass from him and swallowed a more generous amount than Pete might have expected. Obviously the man wasn’t just drop-dead sexy. He could also handle his liquor. Which posed Pete with a very nagging question. What else could he handle?
“So, you say you have a proposition for me, huh? That sounds rather ominous. Care to elaborate?” Pete asked.
“Before we go any further, I have to ask that what we talk about remains between us. It will eventually go public, but I’d like to keep the lid on things until we go live.”
To say Pete’s curiosity was piqued would be an understatement. “Okay, now you’ve really got my attention. But, you have yourself a deal. I won’t say a word to anyone. Although I’m not sure who I would tell anyway.”
Declan reached in his pocket, got out a business card, and slid it across the Formica table. Pete glanced at the elegant black card. With silver writing it read, Declan Designs. He turned it over and read the back which said, designing your dream, planning your party, excelling in extravagance.
“Umm… you’re a party planner?” Pete asked, more confused now than ever.
“I was a party planner. I got burned out really fast. Now, I’d like to think of myself as a dream maker.”
Pete smirked and took a swig of his beer. “Riiiiiiiight. Isn’t that something the spider says to the fly right before he eats him?”
“Okay, I’m being too vague. Here’s the deal. I’ve done lots of big parties, with big names in Hollywood. I’m coordinating with a local television station to do a dream giveaway for ten lucky winners. Not just lucky, but less fortunate, the kind of people who deserve nice things in life, but can’t afford it. I plan their party and pick up the tab. They pay nothing. That’s where you come in.”
“Look, I don’t know what you heard, but I’m not rich by any stretch of the imagination. Your idea sounds admirable and I do okay for myself, but I can hardly help you foot the bill for a bunch of people’s parties.”
Declan laughed. “You think I want you to pay for it? Right, because that’s what I do, search out random strangers and ask them to put money into a project. Give me a little credit, would you? I’m here because I hear you’re an up-and-coming chef. I want you to cook for me.”
Pete stopped in mid drink and set his beer bottle down. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously. Your reputation says you’re a good chef, and from what I hear you’re one of those good-guy types, always doing a little something extra to help people out. Judging from what I saw here tonight, I’d say that assessment is right on.”
Pete looked at the man who waltzed into his parent’s pool hall not too long ago and nearly knocked him on his ass with his good looks. He had charisma, from what he could tell, a good personality, and now he wanted to bring Pete on board for a project that threw parties for people who were less fortunate?
He still worked full time as a private chef to several clients who bought well packages through local health clubs, but there was no reason he couldn’t do a little something on the side. Not to mention he wouldn’t mind spending some extra time, a little bit of one-on-one time with the hottie who went by Declan.
“Giving back to others, huh? I don’t know. It sounds like it could be fun. I’m assuming there’s no pay involved and my services would be pro-bono?”
Declan nodded. “Will that be a problem?”
Pete thought about it for a minute, not because he needed to, but because Declan’s eyes were such an exquisite color of green he couldn’t help but stare into them. They were mesmerizing. After looking into them for probably a few seconds longer than he should have, he realized that there probably wasn’t anything Declan asked for that he didn’t get.
The man was utterly gorgeous. Whether it was cooking for the less fortunate, or taking down a pool hustler together, Pete was fairly certain that he would have a hard time saying no to this man. Not that he even wanted to, but still he felt like he should play at least a little hard to get. Shouldn’t he?
“So, what do you say?” Declan asked.
“Let’s do it. Sounds like it could be fun. Besides, my mom loves it when her baby boy does something good. This should earn me brownie points.”
“Fantastic! Let’s have a toast then.” Declan raised his glass and continued, “Here’s to the beginning of a wonderful new venture.”
A new venture, a new adventure, and who knew what else. One thing was for sure. Pete was going to have quite a lot of fun working with the dream designer, Declan.
Pete raised his Heineken and clanked his glass together with Declan’s. “Cheers.”
Fuck. He wanted it all. He may be a selfish son of a bitch, but how could he not want to ride on an erotic journey of pure felicity with a man who looked so good he wanted to cover him in chocolate and lick him from head to toe?
Too many decisions, too many options were available to him as the two men kissed with fervor. Declan worked his hips against Pete’s, grinding their cocks together, clearly seeking some sort of relief for the affliction they both suffered from.
Fuck it. He was only human after all. Selfish or not, he was taking what he wanted, and to hell with the consequences.
Without warning, Pete broke free from the kiss. His tongue was instantly lonely and he battled against the urge to slide his tongue back inside the hot, wet mouth of Declan once again. The disappointment on Declan’s face troubled him, but he hoped that it would be short lived once he did what he’d planned.
Pete dropped to his knees. His eyes zeroed in on his target and with the help of his hand, he slid the thick cock of his desires into his mouth.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” Declan muttered while running his fingers through Pete’s hair and holding his head.
This was how Pete liked it, raw and uncensored. He didn’t care for the pretty words or gentle touches. There was a time and a place to make love slow and sensually. Or at least he figured there was. He’d never quite found the right time or the right person to want that, but he was sure it served its purpose on some level.
For the most part Pete never craved it. All he wanted was hot and unrelenting passion. Fucking and sucking one another until both parties were so exhausted they couldn’t stand, much less talk to one another.
Until last night, it had been a long time since he’d wanted anyone as badly as he did Declan. He had been turned on by him from the instant he laid eyes on him. His dark hair, his tanned skin, and lean and cut body were too much for any normal man to try and resist. Not to mention Pete always had a healthy sexual appetite. It took a lot to quench his thirst once he found something he yearned for, so it was no surprise that he was overwhelmed with all of the different things he wanted to do to Declan. Just as much as there were so many things he wanted Declan to do to him.
His thick cock filled his mouth. If it hadn’t been so hard it might’ve made his jaw ache from his sheer size and weight. Luckily it was rock hard, just like he liked his cocks.
He worked his tongue along the veins which protruded from beneath the skin which felt so silky against his mouth. His lips closed tightly around his shaft, working him with a strong suck while he swirled his tongue around in circles.
Declan started to thrust, holding the back of his head while clutching at his hair. He loved knowing how close to the edge his lover was. Sucking off a hard cock, making someone feel good, it gave him a high like no other drug possibly could.
Looking up at the handsome face of Declan Reilly, tensed under the pleasure he provided, only added to the intensity of his lust. Pete wanted to push him further over the edge. He wanted to be the puppet master, the one responsible for every move, every action that Declan took. He wanted the power, the control, until Declan would know that no one could get him off the way Pete could.
The raw possessive thought struck him by surprise. Pete may be a lot of things, but controlling wasn’t one of them. Still, the idea of owning Declan and making him his, and only his sounded far too alluring to not entertain the thought.
“Jesus. Fuck that feels so damn good. Don’t stop. Don’t—.”
Just as Declan had pleaded with him to continue, Pete felt an unwelcome ache in his heart. Instantly he pulled away, not liking the vulnerable sensation that came over him.
“What’s wrong?” Declan asked, breathless.
“Don’t be so selfish. It’s your turn,” Pete said, not meaning for his words to come off as harsh as they sounded.
Pete got up from the floor and gently licked Declan’s lower lip. His knees wobbled from being on the hard floor for so long and he held on to his shoulders to steady his balance. Then he turned away and walked back to Declan’s bedroom. He lay on the bed and his cock pointed toward the ceiling. Spreading his legs apart he began stroking himself, all the while staring at Declan hoping to God he’d come over to him and wrap his beautiful lips around his dick.
Declan stood there watching him for several moments. His eyes seemed to be glued to what Pete was doing. For a moment he thought he was going to have to ask twice, but thankfully his feet started to move. One foot after another, Declan came toward him.
He climbed on the bed between Pete’s legs and loomed over his cock. With his beautiful green eyes, he looked up at him and grinned. Then in a flash of euphoria, Declan dropped his head down and swallowed his entire length up in his mouth.
His lips clamped down around his cock and enveloped all he had. He began sucking, not slow and gentle like he may have expected, quite the opposite in fact. Declan sucked him off like his life depended on it. His head bobbed up and down rapidly as he twisted and jerked his head fiercely.
It was wild. It was hot. It was primal, and it was fucking incredible!