The fighter an mm romanc.., p.3
The Fighter: An MM Romance, page 3
I stroked his hair, enjoying the way his lashes fluttered. His hands opened, his palms resting flat on the cheeks of my ass. His body was spread out before me, his legs apart.
His eyes opened slowly as I began to talk. “I want you to suck me, slowly and gently. My cock, my balls. Not enough to make me come, just enough to keep me hard. I want all your attention focused on me.” I slipped on my reading glasses that were on my nightstand and picked up a file I’d placed there earlier in the day, with the intention of reading it before bed. “While you do that, I’m going to do some work.”
His arms tightened around me, his fingers digging into my ass. He turned his face and opened up his lips on my groin, sucking hard on the skin there. I carded my fingers through his hair. “You like that idea, don’t you?”
He nodded, still sucking on the skin, and then finally released it, turning his head once again to look at me.
I stroked my cock once and held it to his lips. “Go on, then.”
If I wasn’t a thirty-five-year-old man with a lot of experience, I would have come immediately when Tav closed his lips around the head of my cock and suckled the tip like a lollipop. But I’d had experience with cock warming and edging. And I knew how to keep myself in check. I picked up my file and began to read through it over Tav’s head, keeping one hand tangled in his hair.
He made small noises in the back of his throat, like a happy kid eating cake, while he sucked gently on my cock. Occasionally he bobbed down to the root, but mainly he focused on the tip, tonguing the glans and lapping at my slit.
I laid the file beside my hip and made notes with a pen, knowing I needed to send this off to my accountant tomorrow. Tav’s mouth was magic, just enough to keep me hard and content. His attention was on me, his biceps bunched where he gripped me, tugging me into his mouth like he couldn’t get closer. He dipped his head and went to work on my balls, his slippery tongue and lips wetting the soft skin.
He’d suck one ball into his mouth, then the other, letting them go with a loud pop. I paged through the file, making notes here and there, signing off where I needed to, as Tav continued to work me.
At some point, I looked up from a spreadsheet I was approving to see his hips working, pressing into the bed in small thrusts. I watched the muscles of his ass flex and admired the way the angel seemed to take flight on his back when his shoulders moved.
He was groaning constantly now, sending vibrations down the shaft of my cock, to the point of distraction. I had finished the file anyway, so I closed it and placed it on the nightstand along with my pen and took off my reading glasses.
I gripped Tav’s hair and tugged, and he raised his head from his attention to my shaft. His lower face was shiny with spit, his lips red and swollen. The color in his eyes was barely visible, and his hair was in disarray from my fingers. He looked utterly debauched.
I ran my thumb over the slickness on his lower lip. When I dipped it between his lips, he drew it in immediately, sucking hard. He was an incredibly oral person, loved having something in his mouth.
I pulled out my thumb. “Did you like that?”
He laid his head on my thigh and tightened his arms around my hips. “Yes.”
“You did so well.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks reddening.
“I’m going to fuck you now, while you’re still tied to my bed.”
His jaw muscle tightened, and a small sound, almost like a whimper escaped his lips.
After one more tug on his hair, I slipped out from the circle of his arms. As I rolled a condom down my length, he watched me. His hips were still working, small thrusts into the bed, like he couldn’t control himself.
I moved to the edge of the bed and kneeled between his legs, stroking my lubed cock. I reached down and removed the cock ring with a snap that echoed in the bedroom. The groan he released sounded like heaven. I smacked the side of his hip and said, “Up on your knees, Tav.”
He rose quickly, forearms planted on the bed, ass in the air. I slowly pulled out the plug and dropped it on the mattress. His hole flexed as I circled the stretched skin with my fingers, making sure he was well-lubed. “You’re ready.”
“Yes,” his voice hissed out through clenched teeth as I positioned my cock at his hole, and pushed in.
I groaned, my head falling back on my shoulders as I breached his entrance. The plug was smaller than my cock, so he was still incredibly tight. And hot. And wet. And oh God, Tav was everything I thought he’d be. When I slid into the hilt, Tav slammed his hips back into me, the force nearly sending me off the end of the bed.
There was that strength he’d kept carefully controlled, tightly coiled. I wanted it. I wanted to see him lose it. I gripped his hips with both of my hands and separated my knees further to give me better purchase on the bed. As I began to thrust, I gritted out, “You’re tight, Tav. So tight, like you’ve been saving your hole for me.”
He jolted as my hips slapped against his ass, but he kept himself in check, until I changed the angle. I must have hit his prostate, because he bucked, crying out in a guttural tone.
And then… he lost it.
The headboard crashed against the wall as he strained against the ropes. He slammed back into me with all the strength in his huge body, and I could barely hang on. The muscles in his back flexed, the angel taking flight from his skin so that I wouldn’t have been surprised if she flew in the air around us. He growled and shook, and if I hadn’t special ordered this bed, I’d have been worried he’d break it.
I pressed on the top of his rim where my cock sawed in and out of his body like an iron spike. My other hand slid up his neck to press on his right shoulder, not wanting to cover the face of his angel between his shoulder blades. “You take my cock like you’re made for it. Fuck, look at you.” Normally I had more control of the words I said while I neared orgasm but tonight was an exception. I couldn’t stop spewing filth. “Wish I could fill you up with my cum, send you home dripping with me.”
His muscles shivered and shook with each word. His head tossed like a bull, and his breathing rasped out of him in harsh pants, each one tinged with a needy moan that tightened my balls.
“So good.” My words were slurred and sloppy as I spread his cheeks, not wanting to miss a second of dick drilling him. He bucked against me harder, pulling on the ropes with a desperate need. His words were unintelligible, but occasionally I heard Con and Fuck and Don’t Stop among the babbling nonsense.
After being on edge all fucking night, I wanted to come, I wanted to let go inside of Tav’s body. I reached around and rolled his balls, knowing they were sensitive from the cock ring. He growled as I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and stroked. “Come now with me. Come on. Squeeze my cock. Milk me.”
He bucked harder, his cock slipping through my lubed grip and then with a hoarse, low-toned scream, he came, pulsing in my hand.
I was right behind, letting go with a gasp into Tav, the whole room lighting up with sparks in front of my eyes. I curled forward over his massive back, resting my forehead on his fascinating ink. I swore I could hear the flap of wings around me.
THREE
Tav
They called me Husk. Short for Husky, because of my eyes, I guessed.
It fit, though. Because that’s what I was, a husk of a human being. Dramatic and depressing, sure, but it was the truth. At one point, years ago, they knew my name, but they never used it. That would mean admitting I was a human being, and they didn’t want to be reminded. I hadn’t said my name for so long, I wasn’t even sure I had remembered it.
I blinked slowly, my body protesting consciousness while my brain fought to be alert. The window to the city was at my back, and Conrad was on his side, facing me. The sun had just barely peeked over the horizon, throwing an orange glow across the bridge of his nose. He had a few freckles, so light they were barely visible. I hadn’t noticed them last night.
I always thought people looked kinda goofy when they were sleeping, their mouths hanging open, face slack. But Con still looked… regal. His one hand was tucked under his pillow, the other flat on the bed in front of him. I wanted to pick it up and hold our hands up, palm to palm, like kids did when they measured to see whose hand was bigger.
I knew mine was bigger, but I just… wanted to touch him. But even though he’d untied me before we fell asleep, I kept my hands to myself. The guy was asleep. I should have been too. It’d been so long since I was intimate with anyone. Hell, it’d been so long since I even touched myself, I had wondered if my cock was broken. It wasn’t, though, not when he touched me.
I studied him as he slept, mapping his likeness so I’d be able to picture him in my head when I was alone. Con was almost… pretty. With small features on pale skin. A sharp nose, although his mouth was surprisingly wide, with full lips. He was older than me, probably, with silver hair beginning to lighten the dark blonde hair at his temples. His face was unlined, no laugh lines at the corner of his blue eyes or around his mouth. That bothered me, tightened my chest. Con should smile.
I wondered what he did, because this apartment must be a few mil, easy. He had crazy security, too, I noticed, what with the fancy keycards and the passwords and alarm system. There was a file folder still on his nightstand, which he’d been looking through while I sucked him. But I wouldn’t look through it. I wouldn’t betray him after what he’d done for me tonight.
I hadn’t been Tav in so long, I wasn’t sure I knew how to be. I’d always thought I’d been into submission in bed, but I’d never found the right partner that I felt comfortable with. That I thought could take me on. But Con had been so sure in the club. The way he gripped my face. The way he spoke. So I’d taken a chance, and I’d been rewarded in just about the best way possible. I’d spent the last five years with no control over my own life that it had felt so fucking good to hand over control to a person I’d chosen.
I’d only been at that club because I’d just finished a job that took another chunk of my soul and I needed… something. So I’d stumbled into the first club I came to. Of course, then I’d realized what kind of club it was. I’d spent an hour sitting on that damn stool at the bar, trying to remember what it had been like, back when I’d been a normal guy, free to fuck.
And then Con had approached me, and instead of punching in his face, I’d gotten in his fucking fancy-as-shit car. Now here I was. And it hurt, it hurt all over again because I remembered now. I remembered what it’d been like to be Tav. I didn’t want to remember. I did now, though, and so I relished the last few moments I could be Tav until I had to empty out my shell and return to life as Husk.
Con was a gorgeous man, thinner than me but still well-built. He had such a pretty cock too, long and slender just like him. I tongued the corner of my mouth, remembering it between my lips, the taste. It’d been hot as hell, to have all that time with my mouth on him, while he’d been busy. He’d let me take care of him, pleasure him. I hoped he let me taste him again before our time was up.
I lifted my gaze back to his face and startled when I saw his eyes were open, staring at me. They were so blue that I didn’t have words to describe them. Like the ocean and sky and whatever else was blue and bottomless and vast. I suddenly wished I read more so I had a better vocabulary. I didn’t say anything, because he seemed to like it when I was quiet. Since that was how I preferred to be, it worked out well. I shifted my jaw and bit the inside of my cheek.
His hand on the mattress lifted, and he cupped my jaw, sliding a thumb over my chin. “Is your jaw sore?”
I blinked at him, and opened my mouth once, now noticing the dull ache. “A little.”
He began to rise. “I’ll get you some ibuprofen.”
“No!” I said, a little forcefully. He froze with his upper body raised off the bed and tilted his head as he looked down at me.
“No,” I said softer. “I, uh, I like it. The soreness.”
He didn’t move for a minute, then slowly lowered himself back to the bed. I wanted to lay on his chest so he would run his hands through my hair. I loved that, the feel of his fingers on my scalp. No one had done that since… well… her, and since she hated me with every fiber of her being now, I’d never feel it again. I stayed still, though, as Con cupped my face again. He slipped his thumb between my lips. Relishing the ache in my jaw, I sucked.
His body shifted beneath the blankets, and I watched his eyes, the way they focused on my lips, the way a blush began to stain his cheeks. It turned me on how much he wanted me.
When he drew his thumb out of my mouth, I didn’t have to feel beneath the sheet to know he was hard again. He reached behind him and grabbed a condom off his nightstand. I was hard already, just from the crinkle of plastic.
After the condom was on, Con drifted a hand down my chest, gripping my hard cock and stroking it, then his fingers palmed my balls, tugging on them.
“On your back,” he said.
I complied immediately, rolling onto my back with a grunt, giving him better access. I drew my feet up, spreading my legs and planting my heels on the bed.
His fingers slipped lower, teasing my entrance which, yes, was sore too. But I didn’t give a good goddamn. I wanted him to fuck me again.
He rose up and kneeled between my legs, running those soft hands over my chest and stomach. He eyes took me in greedily, and I ate it up, wishing he had more than two hands so he could touch me everywhere at once. I wanted to be surrounded by Con, consumed by him.
“So gorgeous,” he said, softly, gaze on his hands where they traced my hip bones.
I didn’t look in the mirror anymore. Gorgeous wasn’t in my vocabulary. I wasn’t even sure I’d recognize myself. He braced a hand by my head and used the other to position his cock at my hole. I sucked in a breath and tried to loosen my muscles as he pushed.
His head drooped between his shoulders as he entered me, like it was too hard for him to hold up. I wanted to touch him, but I wasn’t sure I was allowed. That was why I liked when he tied me up. No questions.
My hands twitched, and Con was so fucking perceptive. His head shot up, and his gaze locked with mine. “Touch me, Tav.”
I loved the way he said my name, his top teeth cutting into his full lower lip on the v. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, then down his shoulders to settle on his narrow waist.
He began to thrust into me, gentler this time, maybe because we’d only had an hour of sleep after fucking each other half to death. Because he’d taken me twice more last night until I was a boneless heap and he’d had to clean me while I was nearly unconscious. But this morning…well, it wasn’t quite fucking. I wasn’t sure what it was, but he rolled his hips slowly, and I never understood what people meant when they said it wasn’t the size of the ship, it was the motion of the ocean—but now I knew. Because the motion, the rhythm Con was thrusting, was enough to make me feel the beginning of my orgasm in my spine in minutes.
His one hand was still planted in the bed, but the other was on my chest, squeezing skin and muscle, to the point of pain before he’d back off and move on. I squeezed his hips with my thighs and matched his rhythm, rolling my hips with him, because that was one thing I could do. I knew how to move my body, because if I didn’t, I’d get dead.
Last night, he’d talked during sex, uttering filthy shit that made my balls tight and my mouth dry. He spoke of all the things he wanted to do to me and all the things I wanted to let him do. I still hadn’t tasted his cum.
But this morning, he was quiet, holding eye contact so intense that I had to look away every once in a while. He stroked me and gave me a nod to let me know that I could come. I was already close, so I let it build and build, until I came in his hand, gripping his ass as my neck strained.
Con came too, his eyes closed, mouth slack in bliss. Then his head fell onto my chest, his hot breath tickling the cooling cum on my stomach. I rubbed the skin I’d squeezed and ran my hands over the muscles in his back.
I’d hated my life for a long time, but I’d never hated it more in this moment, with Con in my arms, knowing that this would be it. That I’d only ever get snatches of happiness.
So I shut up my brain, and I focused on being Tav for these last few moments.
FOUR
Conrad
I stared out the window of my office at the traffic below. My forehead thunked onto the cool glass, and I closed my eyes. I should have been reading some reports or making some phone calls. Mergers and acquisitions never ended, and there was a company we were about to close on. Hell, even playing solitaire on my computer was better than letting my mind wander. Because now, just like this entire last week, every time my brain wasn’t occupied with a task, it strayed to Tav.
I’d woken up Saturday morning to an empty bed. Tav was gone. Only a couple of dark hairs on the pillow next to mine and a handful of used condoms in my bathroom trash was evidence he’d been to my apartment at all.
How I never heard him leave was a mystery. I slept light, always had, since my entire childhood. I had always kept one ear turned toward my bedroom door for the sound of the weaving footsteps on the hollow echo of our trailer floor. It was a tossup who my mother would let in our door at any odd hour.
I blinked my eyes open, staring sightlessly outside at the busy Friday afternoon. Tav might not even live in Detroit for all of I knew. Where did he live? Would I see him again?
Why did I care?
He was a hot fuck, perfectly submissive. But that was it. I didn’t do relationships, because I couldn’t afford people getting to know me, so the fact that he slipped out in the middle of the night, saving us an awkward morning, should have made me happy.
It wasn’t until I was drinking my coffee alone that I realized I had wanted to sit and have breakfast with the man, stare into those eyes in the daytime see how the light shining through my windows reflected in his two-tone irises.
I was losing it. Bona fide losing it. Light reflecting in his irises? What the fuck?
