Charlie O’Bannon laughed as someone on a loudspeaker counted down the seconds to midnight. He never knew a New Year’s Eve party could be so much fun.
The spirit of celebration, excitement, and maybe just a little too much hot spiced rum, made Charlie feel bold and inhibited. The moment someone shouted “Happy New Year,” Charlie swung around and grabbed the closest person to him and smacked their lips together.
When he felt strong hands grab his hips and pull him close to a wonderfully hard body. A rough tongue brushed against his. Charlie leaned into the kiss, all but melting against whoever held him.
Charlie had purposely stood under the mistletoe just for this reason. He had one New Year’s resolution this year, and he planned to get it one way or another. He wanted to get laid before the end of the year. He was going to start the new year with a new outlook on life. He was going to start the year without being a virgin.
The lips pressed against his were hard and searching, demanding, and Charlie loved every moment of it. The low growl that rumbled through the chest pressed against his sent tingles of desire shooting through every nerve ending in Charlie’s body.
He moaned and pushed closer, wanting to feel every contour of the hard body holding him. Charlie couldn’t remember the last time someone had kissed him with such passion...maybe never.
The mouth that hungrily covered his made him feel something all right, mostly the hard cock pressed against his abdomen. Charlie was thrilled, but only because it was a man holding him. At the beginning of the night when he’d devised his plan, Charlie hadn’t been particular. He would have taken a man or a woman.
He was much happier with a man, though.
And the one holding him, kissing him with a cruel ravishment, was perfect as far as Charlie was concerned. There was such passion in the kiss, such hunger. Charlie was shocked at his own eager response.
The lips kissing him left his mouth to nibble a path to his earlobe. Charlie moaned, arched his head back, baring his neck. He felt small pricks of pleasure and pain as the man’s teeth raked across his tender throat. The lips moving over his skin were still warm and moist from the kiss.
Charlie’s heart began to hammer in his chest. His skin prickled at the man’s touch, little shocks of electricity shooting through his body.
“You will be mine, kisa.”
Charlie shuddered, the deep timber tone of the man’s voice whispered in his ear making his knees quake. The man didn’t question, he didn’t ask. He demanded, as if he knew Charlie was helpless to deny any want he had.
Charlie nodded. A hot ache grew in his throat when he felt the man’s teeth graze his skin once again. Damn, he couldn’t remember ever feeling anything so erotic. He couldn’t ever remember wanted to give in so much either. The overwhelming ache pitting in his stomach was battling with his need to feel the man’s teeth on his throat again, and that was just weird.
”So beautiful, my little pet.”
Charlie’s head snapped back. Pet? Drop dead gorgeous or not, he was no man’s pet. “Hey, man, the kiss was great and all, but I can’t—I don’t even know your name.”
“I am Marcus.” The man’s large hand encircled Charlie’s throat, his thumb rubbing over the rapidly beating pulse. “But you can call me master.”
Charlie frowned. Master? He started to argue until Marcus smiled and the light from the chandelier above flashed on his perfectly white teeth...fangs.
“Uh, I don’t think this is—”
“Do not think, kisa. Obey.”
Before Charlie could say more, Marcus’s lips claimed his. Charlie tried to inhale, to protest, but there didn’t seem to be any air left in his lungs. Marcus had sucked it all out with one simple touch of his lips.
Marcus took his mouth with a savage intensity. Their tongues brushed together, each of them fighting for dominance. Charlie finally groaned and leaned into the man’s body, giving up control and letting Marcus lead.
“I have a room on the fifth floor,” Charlie whispered, hoping he didn’t sound too forward.
“Lead on, kisa.”
Charlie started for the elevator. Marcus walked so closely behind him, he could feel the man’s body heat. Charlie fumbled with the lock when they reached the hotel room he had rented for the night. The tongue licking along his neck was driving every thought out of his head except finding the closest flat surface.
Large strong hands squeezed his ass sending a shock of arousal spiraling through Charlie. “Open door, kisa.”
Charlie shivered at the strength of Marcus’s words and concentrated on opening the door to his hotel room. He was quickly pushed into the room. The door slammed closed before he could even turn around.
Strong arms wrapped around him from behind. Hot breath blew across the side of his face. Large hands started quickly stripping his clothes away. Charlie didn’t know what to do. He just wanted to lean back into the hard body behind him and let the larger man take control and continue to touch him.
When Marcus’s hand wrapped around his naked cock, Charlie’s thoughts fragmented, and he couldn’t think of anything else except the heat filling his body at each little touch.
Charlie groaned and tilted his head back as Marcus nibbled on his throat. It felt so damn good. Charlie wasn’t sure he’d ever felt so aroused in his entire life. His skin burned, ached for the feel of Marcus’s hands.
“Marcus, I need—”
“I know what you need, kisa.”
Marcus started caressing him. The man’s hands felt great against his skin. Charlie moaned and pushed his body up into Marcus’s. Charlie started to protest when Marcus scooted down his body. He really liked having the man lying over the top of him. It just felt so damn good. And then he felt his butt cheeks get pulled apart and something wet slid over his tight puckered hole.
Charlie shuddered. He’d never had someone lick his ass before. And Marcus seemed to have a tongue made for licking. It was long and hard and wet. With each swipe of Marcus’s tongue against his tender hole Charlie could feel nerve endings in his ass coming to life, begging for more. Every few licks, Marcus would rub his thumb across Charlie’s hole, stretching him little by little.
“Oh, fuck me,” Charlie groaned when Marcus’s tongue finally penetrated him. Every nerve in his body seemed to be connected to that small little hole and he was being stimulated from the top of his head to the tip of his toes.
“I will, kisa, but you need be ready first.”
Marcus chuckled. “No, kisa, you are not.”
Charlie’s eyes nearly crossed.
“Do you have lube?”
Charlie buried his face in the pillow when it heated. “Nightstand drawer.”
Charlie didn’t want to move from where he was, but he was more than willing to get the lube if it meant he was going to get laid all that much faster. He scooted up on his knees and reached over to the nightstand.
He shivered as Marcus’s hands continued to run over his skin. It was hard to concentrate on opening the nightstand drawer and searching around for the lube when his body was going up in flames. There didn’t seem to be an inch of him that Marcus didn’t touch.
Charlie went to lie back down on his stomach when he felt a sharp smack on his ass. “Hey,” he said, turning to glare at Marcus.
“On hands and knees, kisa.”
He started to roll over, but he was stopped by Marcus’s hands gripping his hips.
Charlie groaned when he felt two slicked up fingers thrust into his ass. Charlie immediately started pushing back and riding them, all thoughts of conversation and protesting leaving his mind in a heartbeat. He felt incredibly full.
“Do you like that, kisa?”
“Oh yes,” Charlie moaned. “I like it a lot.”
“You like this more.”
Charlie winced when another finger pushed into his ass along with the first two. He had played with toys here and there, but he’d never had anything in his ass that big. It took a few seconds and a couple of deep breaths before Charlie became used to the feeling.
“Are you okay, kisa?”
Charlie swallowed tightly before nodding. “I’m okay.”
Charlie wasn’t sure those words were the smartest to say when Marcus started moving his fingers, thrusting them in and out of Charlie’s ass. Charlie couldn’t keep the small grunts from falling from his lips with each thrust.
“One more, kisa.”
“One more?” Charlie cried out. He wasn’t sure one more finger would fit in his ass. He was pretty damn full right now as it was. He was shocked when a little more lube and a lot more thrusting allowed Marcus pushed a fourth finger into him.
Charlie dropped his head down onto his hands. He felt a bit ridiculous having his head down on the bed and his ass pushed into the air, but his trembling arms wouldn’t hold him up anymore.
Charlie’s body was full and caressed and going up in flames. And there seemed to be no end. Marcus just continued to give Charlie wave after wave of pleasure until it rolled into one big ball that had him senseless.
Charlie groaned as he pushed back, impaling himself on the fingers in his ass. His pulse pounded in his throat. Small beads of sweat trickled down his temples. The air around Charlie seemed to grow thicker, making his breathing come out in big rapid gasps. His legs started to tremble.
“Please.” Charlie bit his lip as soon as the word came out of his mouth. He couldn’t believe he was begging a total stranger to fuck him. Maybe it was the cold air. It was the only thing he could think of that would explain his lapse in control. Sure, he’d been hoping to get laid, fantasizing even. He just never thought he’d beg.
Charlie groaned when the fingers pressing into him suddenly pulled free. He almost cried out with how empty he felt. He gripped the sheets beneath him and pushed himself up onto his arms. Before he could protest the loss of something in his ass, he was suddenly filled again.
“Marcus!” Charlie shouted, overcome by how large the man actually was. His inner muscles clamped down on the thick cock pushing slowly into him. Charlie just didn’t know if they were trying to keep Marcus out or invite him in.
The more of Marcus that filled him, the more Charlie’s body seemed to accept him. His body clenched. Little spasms of pure pleasure rocked through him, one right after the other. Charlie felt like he was burning from the inside out.
Marcus started moving, pounding into him, the man’s massive cock rubbing against Charlie’s sweet spot with every move. His senses were starting to overload as waves of ecstasy throbbed through him with each forceful thrust.
Marcus’s arm wrapped around his abdomen and lifted him up. The man’s other hand wrapped around Charlie’s chest, pulling him back. Charlie’s legs fell to either side of Marcus so he straddled the man’s thighs. His head fell back against Marcus’s shoulder.
Charlie’s body cried out for release and he was so very close. The hands that Marcus stroked over his sensitive skin drove Charlie’s desire higher but it wasn’t quite enough to send him over the edge. Charlie needed just a bit more.