I Promise

Content Advisory: M/F sex

Angelica stared down at him. “There’s no such thing as vampires.”

He laughed. “You don’t sound so sure.”

She lay down on top of him, her face fitting into the crook of his neck. “I’m not sure of anything anymore.”

Ariel kissed the top of her head. “It’s okay to feel that way.” His fingers trailed up and down her spine. Her breathing slowed. “Sleep now.”

“I’m not tired.”

He whispered into ear. “Yes, you are.”

It didn’t take long for her to drift off, still lying atop him. With her safely in his arms, his mind wandered. Nothing would be solved by keeping her locked up in his bedroom, though the thought was appealing. There was no way he’d let her go back to Tanner. That guy deserved nothing less than a bullet between his eyes.

Ariel knew that if Angelica went back, Tanner would kill her. The vision had halted Ariel’s breath; Angelica lying on her back on the floral print bedspread. Tanner perched on top of her, both hands clasped around her neck. Her eyes bulged and her legs kicked but she was no match for his brute strength. He squeezed harder and her eyes bulged and her lips turned a morbid shade of lavender. Then her legs stopped kicking. If Ariel hadn’t intercepted her, Tanner would have strangled her to death tonight in the bed they shared.

Ariel didn’t often intervene in the human world because most things happened for a reason but he couldn’t stand by and let her die. She was the one he’d been waiting for and he knew that from the first moment he saw her. In fact, the only reason he frequented that shithole she worked in was because of her. And now that he’d tasted her body, both blood and flesh, there was no turning back. She bore his mark and his scent. Unbeknownst to her, the words imbedded in his skin told their story. Her name was written over his heart and had been for nearly a century. Some day, he would be able to explain everything to her but not today.

Even now, as she slept, her blood rushed just below the surface of her skin and he craved her taste but more important issues loomed over him, more important things than sating his own hunger. If he was going to keep her, he needed to eliminate the threat. He would have to eliminate Tanner. Tanner’s desire to possess Angelica was strong but didn’t compete with Ariel’s bloodlust.

He wouldn’t have to go after Tanner because he already knew Tanner would come to him. Well, he’d come for Angelica. Across the room, her cell phone buzzed repeatedly from inside her purse. Ariel knew who was calling. He ignored the sound and closed his eyes.

Hours passed and Ariel lay completely still until Angelica shifted. The heated apex between her thighs grazed his cock. He’d made a concerted effort to keep her off his crotch so she could rest. It only took that slightest contact and his balls tightened, blood rushed to his shaft and he cupped her ass with both hands. His fingers searched, spreading her open and massaging her forbidden hole. His cock twitched as he imagined pushing deep inside that tight ring.

Her hips undulated in response to his touch and she sighed against his ear. “Mmm.”

He pushed his cock against her ass. “I can’t get enough of you.”

She rose up on her elbows and smiled at him with sleepy eyes. “Really?”

He nodded and bit her bottom lip. “Can I? I need to be inside you.”

Her eyebrows drew closer together. “Don’t ask. Just do it.” Her voice took on a defensive tone and she looked away.

“I’m not him, Angel. I don’t just take what I want.”

She exhaled. “I know. I know. I’m sorry. I’m just—I’m not used to someone like you.”

He brought his hands up to her hips. “I want to be inside you because it feels good.” He traced his fingers up her side and cupped her breast. “I love how your nipples get hard before I even touch them. I like the way your back arches when I suck your clit and finger you.” He slipped a finger inside her. “And, damn, the sounds you make when you come and your pussy squeezes my cock, I’m close to coming just thinking about it.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Heat rose in her body and blood pooled in her face as she blushed.  

“Tell me you like it. Tell me you want it.” He pulled her closer and kissed her. “Tell me you want me to make you come.”

Her breathing accelerated. “I do. I want that.”

He pushed his finger deeper and pressed his thumb to her clit, making small circle around it. “Say the words. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

She inhaled sharply and swallowed hard. Her bottom lip quivered and her eyes darted around the room as if she were afraid someone might hear her. “I--I want you to fuck me.”

The muscles in his thighs tensed and he pulled his finger out of her and lifted her ass up. He held his dick under her, stroking it slowly. “Sit on me.”

She sat up and put her hands on his chest. Tendrils of her dark hair hung forward and tickled his nipples. There was a light spray of freckles across her nose and a beauty mark on her shoulder. He had mind-mapped her body and knew every inch of her already.

The heat of her pussy beckoned him and his cock throbbed. He wanted to impale her on his shaft, to sink as deep as he could inside her. It was torture waiting for her to move.

She lowered her body onto him, taking just the head of his cock into her.

He groaned and lifted his hips involuntarily. “More.”

She threw her head back and dropped down on him, sheathing his dick in the tight confines of her pussy. She gasped and grabbed at his flesh. “God. You’re so big.” She pitched forward and whispered, “I--I can’t sit on you like that.” Her hard nipples pressed against his chest.

He rubbed both hands down her back. “It’s okay. Stay like this.” He bent his knees and moved his hands down to her ass. Holding her in place, he dug his heels into the mattress to drive up into her.  

She whimpered and kissed his shoulder before biting down. Her humid breath left a light mist on his skin.  

He fucked her slow and deep with deliberate strokes as he learned to read her body language. He knew she wouldn’t tell him if he hurt her so he relied on his senses. He could detect the slightest recoil and the scent of fear. So, far he was only picking up her sweet arousal with a little apprehension. And, God, the rush of her blood combined with the slick tightness of her pussy had him on the edge. He fisted the hair at the nape of her neck and pulled lightly, gauging her reaction.

She moaned a little louder. “God, Ariel. I feel so much.”

“Let it out, Angel. You don’t have to hide here.”

“I’m trying,” she said, lifting her head.

He rolled her over slowly, careful to stay inside her. He smoothed her hair away from her face and kissed her again, sucking at her lips. “There’s nothing more beautiful than the way you look right now.” He loved how soft she was, how the silky skin of her inner thighs felt wrapped around his hips.

He started a slow rhythm again, deep and slow. He kissed down her jaw and dragged his fangs over her neck. He knew he could make her come like that. He slipped a hand under her low back and lifted her. His cock angled up and slid over that sensitive spot inside her.

Her breathing accelerated and her heart jack-hammered in her chest. As soon as her pussy tightened on his dick he sunk his fangs into her neck, straight into her jugular vein. The hot splash of blood on his tongue momentarily distracted him but he regained control and sucked softly. Sure, he benefitted from the blood but he wanted her to benefit too.

Her nails scratched down his back, no doubt breaking the skin. He increased his thrusts, fueled by the pain and the telltale pulsating in her pussy.

“I’m coming.” She made little sounds that quickly escalated to moans and turned into a scream as her legs trembled and her back arched.

He disengaged her neck and swept his thumb over the twin holes to stop the bleeding. As he licked away the last bit of blood, her come dripped down his cock like hot melted wax and he found his own release.

They showered together and he washed her hair. She let him dry her off and he gave her a t-shirt to wear. He pulled back the comforter on the bed and sat down. “You should sleep more.”

The buzzing went off again and she stopped short. She slowly turned around and fished the phone out of her purse. Her hand shook as she stared at the screen.  The musky scent of her fear erupted in the air and her eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights. “He has a tracker on my phone. He knows I’m here.”

 

He wished like hell he could make that fear go away like he did the bruises on her body. Short of hypnotizing her, there was nothing he could do for that. He crossed the room. “He can’t hurt you anymore, Angel.” He kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her.

“You—you don’t understand. He’ll kill me for this. He said he’d kill me before he’d let me leave.”

“Shh.” He fought to keep his voice down and his temper in check. The mere thought of Tanner trying to hurt her set his blood to boil. “You’re safe now.”

She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. “Am I?”

He cupped her face in his hands. “I promise you are. You have to believe that.” He couldn’t tell her that everything in her life had led her to him because he was meant to protect her. This was her fate and his too.

She nodded and sniffled. “I want to believe that.” The phone buzzed again just as the doorbell rang.

They both said, “He’s here.”

Check out Melissa’s last post, Escape, to read how Angelica and Ariel began. Look for her next short story on March 23, 2013!

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The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X - Installment Nineteen

My most precious Richard,

This will be my last letter to you about our cottage by the sea.  Responsibilities have called me back to London, and you can scarce stay away from your own business affairs any longer.  Though my heart sinks at the knowledge that we’re apart again, I have taken such treasured memories with me.  And I promise myself that we’ll return there someday.  Without that hope, I’d despair and would hardly have been able to make my feet take me over the threshold.

You realized my melancholy and shared it.  I watched you silently taking in each corner and turn of the cottage, storing away the sights, sounds, and even scents of the place in memory.  Then you sighed and pulled me into your arms.

We made love slowly our last night in the cottage.  You undressed me in front of the fire in our tiny bedroom.  Unwrapping me like a gift, you bared my skin slowly, caressing each inch with first your hands and then your lips.  Though the air held a chill, surrounded by the heat of the flames and your mouth, I remained toasty warm.  Such care you took with me, as if I’d break.  I felt so cosseted, so treasured that a lump formed in my throat.  Still, I wouldn’t cloud the moment with even a hint of sadness.

While we’d stayed in our hideaway, I’d dispensed with so many of the underclothing modern women suffer.  No corset or corset cover, only one petticoat.  No bustle.  With no stays to unfasten, you had to do little more than allow my dress to fall to my feet and then pull my shift over my head.  That left my drawers and hose, held up by the garters embroidered with roses, and my drawers.

Although eager to be finished with the ritual of undressing so that we could join our bodies together, I dug deep for patience and let you finish what you’d started without my help.  You finally stripped my legs bare and pulled down my drawers so that I could step out of them.  I expected your touch, and my sex prepared itself for you, the petals swelling as moisture collected in the gap between my thighs.  You surprised me by sitting back on your heels and staring up at me as if I were Venus rising from the waves.

I trembled with sudden shyness, and for one mad moment, I thought to cover myself as best I could with my hands.  After all we’ve done together, often with others looking on and joining us in sexual play, I should hardly have felt any reservations in showing myself to you.  But you looked on me with a heat of desire in your gaze.  And love pure enough to singe the edges of my soul.  You only deserved perfection, and though I couldn’t give you that, I would surrender my heart to you and grant you every pleasurable use of my body.

In order to undress you with the same reverence you’d shown me, I bent to urge you to your feet.  You surprised me again by lifting me into your arms.  No helpless child, I almost objected, but the wool of your jacket made a pleasant scratch against my skin.  As I looped my arms around your neck, you carried me to the bed and laid me on the coverlet before returning to the hearth to build up the fire.

Rolling onto my side, I slipped my hand between my thighs so that I could stimulate myself while I waited for you.  When you finished adding logs and prodding them with the poker, the flames danced in the fireplace, sending bright light and shadows into the room.  More than enough illumination to allow me to watch you undress.

By no means unacquainted with the male form, I still savor the view or your body, and that night, I stared on, rapt, as you exposed yourself slowly to my gaze.  Your strong shoulders, well-defined chest, and narrow hips elevate your appearance from mere good looks to masculine beauty.  How often have I reached behind you to run my palms over your back while in the throes of passion?  How many times have the muscles of your arse worked to produce the thrusts that drive me to heaven?

Of course, that dearest part of you was yet to come, and I could have sworn you delayed showing it to me.  Perhaps out of modesty.  You are so very well endowed, my darling.  Of perhaps you only meant to tease me.  Through the good efforts of my fingers on my pussy, I’d made myself wet and eager for you.

When you finally rid yourself of your pants and presented your body to me fully naked, I nearly swooned with delight.  You are such a beautifully endowed man with a cock both long and thick.  Though you please me constantly with your lips, tongue, and fingers, I must admit to quite a passion for your rod.  I beckoned with my palm for you to bring your instrument to me so that I could savor it.  You smiled as you approached, always eager to humor me.  Of course, you expected a treat, knowing as you do of how I take such enjoyment in playing with your member.  The dear man fairly twitched in anticipation, and I grasped it eagerly and brought it to my mouth.

I tasted the salty evidence of your arousal as I swirled my tongue around the tip.  And you thrust your hips gently, urging me to take more.  Sly devil, you’d hidden the state of your excitement from me, letting me think you’d maintained control of your passionate nature.  Now I discovered you wanted me as desperately as I did you.  That didn’t mean I’d refrain from tormenting you first, though.  So, I set about to devour as much of your swollen flesh as my mouth would allow.

Your moans spurred me on as I slid my lips down your shaft.  I used sufficient suction that, when I raised my head, the tip of your sex emerged from my mouth with a soft pop.  Now slick and glistening in the firelight, your member had swollen so that I could scarcely get my fingers ‘round it at the base.  The vein on the underside fairly throbbed against my palm as I went back to tasting you, licking, and even nibbling gently.  Soon, you’d grasped my head, threading your fingers through my hair as you pressed for deeper entrance.

Knowing you as I do now, I could sense your rising excitement in your movements and the sounds you made.  It fueled my own need, and after a bit, I could wait no longer to have you inside me.  This could be our last encounter for weeks and months, and I’d have it last as long as we could manage.  So, I removed your cock from my mouth and gazed up into your face.

I found the features of the man I loved, completely engrossed in our physical connection.  Desire burned in your eyes, sending forth a light that warmed me more than the fire could manage.  Overwhelmed with love and lust, I made you the ultimate invitation.  I parted my legs and stretched my arms wide.

You denied me nothing, as usual.  You came to my embrace, covering my body with your own, and with a long, slow thrust entered my pussy with your cock.

I closed my eyes, savoring the pure pleasure of having you inside me.  Our Creator made us for exactly this moment…when our bodies merge into something greater than ourselves.  How you moved.  At first easily, as though measuring my response.  Could I accept any invasion you wished to inflict, or would you need to take care with me as you would with a delicate flower?  By now, you should know the answer to that.  I welcome your savagery.  It fuels my own passions.  Still, your tender concern warms my heart and makes me love you all the more.

I whispered encouragement into your ear, telling you that you mustn’t hold back, that I love you, and that you couldn’t do anything to harm me.  Thus freed from worry, you gave in to your natural inclination and freed the beast inside you.  Now thrusting with wild abandon, you pushed me past merely desiring you to craving you with every breath I took.

I began the climb to orgasm, and I strived to get there with you.  Each movement of your hardness inside me, urged me closer.  I clutched at your shoulders and wrapped my legs around you to keep you deep inside me.  My pearl registered each jostle against it.  Such a sensitive bud, it came to life, setting a fire that would soon consume me.  I cried out to you, “Don’t stop!”

Though you couldn’t respond with words, the heat of your breath against my neck and the violence of your movements assured me that I’d be satisfied.  And sure enough, in another moment, I sped past the boundary to that heaven only lovers find when joined, body and soul.  I spent with enough force to removed me entirely from any reality but the rush of climax through my sex.  The spasms claimed me and sent you to your own release.  As you stiffened in my arms and shouted your completion, I soared with you.

We fell asleep wrapped around each other and woke to a dawn we both dreaded.  The moment we had to part.  Promise that you’ll write to me frequently, my darling.  I’ll pen a letter every day.

Until I can look on your dear face again, I remain,

Your besotted X

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Dimensions: Brian and Tanner

By Whitley Gray

Content advisory: m/m sex; oral sex; profanity

Dimensions is the hottest new nightclub on the hill, a place for men to meet men...these are their stories.

I never did this.

Yet here I stood, sipping a beer, soaking up the spectacle in front of me.  Lights bounced off the sea of writhing male bodies on the dance floor, showing off physiques from out-of-shape to fitness fanatics. The air smelled of sweaty men, beer, and my long-gone nachos. The beat of the music kept time with the pounding of my heart.

Over the last few months I’d indulged in pity instead of company, sorrow instead of sex. That ended tonight. Dimensions was the new star among the venues catering to men looking to meet men. Get out, get down, get laid—that’s what my friends said.

A twink on the dance floor locked his gaze on mine and flipped dark hair out of his eyes. He licked his lips and ran his hands down his chest and over his tight jeans, framing an obvious erection. I made a show of directing my gaze elsewhere. Not my type.

The area around the bar had gotten crowded, guys yelling drink orders to bartenders dressed in jeans and tank shirts and jostled for a seat, slopping alcohol on the stretch of the bar. An elbow caught me in the ribs, and a hand reached out and grabbed my beer as it tipped.

I glanced up into gorgeous green eyes and a smile straight out of an orthodontist’s wet dream. Blond and built. Holy fuck. In a roomful of beautiful guys, this guy hit my buttons like a maestro.

He handed over the bottle. “Sorry.”

“’S okay.”

He leaned in and extended his hand, which seemed awfully formal for a place like this. “Brian.”

My fingers gripped his, and an electric awareness caught me by surprise. “Tanner Bilson.”

Damn it, I’d automatically said my last name, as if I were meeting a client. No last names—wasn’t that the cardinal hookup rule? I had no business at a place like this, pretending to fit in. Pretending I knew what I was doing, hunting up a one night stand.

“Brian Frost.” He grinned.

I grinned back. “Nice to meet you.”

“First time here?” Brian spoke over the music and gestured with his bottle to the mob-filled space.

“Um, yeah.” First time anywhere since Phil’s hasty departure for LA and a new boyfriend. I took a mouthful of beer.

For a moment, we drank and looked everywhere except at each other. The music shifted into something campier, and the dancers rearranged themselves, moving into more risqué positions. I stole a glance at Brian, a quick up and down survey. He’d dressed in snug jeans—not too tight—and a black shirt. Not exactly clubbing clothes. Closer to what I’d chosen for this excursion than the majority of the peacocks strutting around in front of us.

The twink—he of the lascivious looks—drifted over, one eyebrow raised. I shook my head and turned away.

Brian glanced down, and then gazed at me through golden lashes. “Come with anybody?”

“Come?” I blinked. I’d heard stories about this place, about what went on in the back room behind the swinging doors…

In the low light, Brian’s cheeks darkened. “Let me rephrase. Are you here with anyone?”

A shiver went down my spine. Here we go. Was I ready to have my first hookup? “No. I’m by myself tonight.”

A shy smile unfurled along his lips. He had the kind of mouth made for kissing, a full lower lip that gave him a built-in pout. A mouth that made visions of kisses and sucking cock dance in my head. I caught myself staring at his mouth, and gulped down the rest of my beer. Way to be obvious, Bilson.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Brian’s voice carried over the music.

A virtual minefield materialized before me. Was that a come-on? A “no” would cut things off now. A “yes” meant I could at least talk to him awhile. A “yes” didn’t mean “grab the condoms and let’s get a room.”At least, I didn’t think so. I gave him a nod. “Sure.”

He raised his bottle and waved at the bartender. The man teed up two more Rolling Rocks, and Brian slid a twenty across the bar. “Keep the change.”

A generous man. Good to know. Brian and I clinked bottles and took a long drink apiece. I searched for another thread of conversation. “I take it you’re here alone.”

“Yeah.” He nodded toward the crowd. “Want to dance?”

On the dance floor, two couples vied for the crowd’s attention: a pair dressed in leather so tight it looked painted on, and the twink matched with a musclehead twice his age. The action had gone beyond grinding to X-rated. Not something I wanted to see, let alone experience. I shook my head. “Not really my scene.”

Another blush colored his face, and he blew out a breath and gave a wry smile. “Not mine either.”

So Brian wasn’t any more comfortable here than I was. He took a drink and picked at the label on his bottle in silence. It was my turn to lob the conversational ball back into his court. The first thing that came to mind was to thank him for the beer and leave. I didn’t want to leave so much as escape the stilted club conversation and get to know the real Brian. He seemed more normal than the flashy men swirling around us.

I leaned an elbow on the bar. “Hey. Would you want to go somewhere else and talk?”

Brian hesitated. “Talk? About what?”

Oh hell. Sounded like a come-on. “Just talk. Somewhere more comfortable, without all the noise and flash.”

He pursed those luscious lips and looked away. “Not sure I’m comfortable with that.”

I slugged down the rest of my beer.“So…what would you be comfortable with?”

Brian turned and leaned both elbows on the bar, gazing at the dance floor. “We just met ten minutes ago. Generally I like to get to know somebody before leaving with him.”

Well, I’d fucked that up. Either Brian thought I equated “talk” with “fuck,” or he didn’t want to limit his options for the night to me. “Right. Well, thanks for the drink.”

A muscle worked in Brian’s jaw, and he nodded.

I couldn’t stay here any longer, feeling like the class slut shut down by the captain of the football team. I did what any red-blooded gay man would do—I headed for the door. 

Outside, a gentle rain misted the air and soothed my sweaty skin, and I shivered. I’d parked a block away and left my jacket in the car. Shoving my hands in the pockets of my jeans, I put my head down and marched. The door of the club opened and spilled light and sound onto the street for a moment, and then receded. Someone yelled and got a growl in return.

Must be unfun to be tossed out of Dimensions. Their bouncers were the biggest in town. Maybe I’d stop for takeout on the way home, drown my sorrows in chicken Lo Mein. The rain picked up, and I picked up the pace.

“Hey,” someone yelled. Footsteps pounded up behind me, and I swung around to defend myself.

I got an eyeful of Brian jogging toward me. “Tanner, hold up.”

Now what? I crossed my arms and waited.

He rocked to a stop in front of me.“About that offer to talk—”

“Look, forget it—what I said.” I pivoted and took a step.

Brian’s hand grabbed my elbow, pulling me around to face him. “Please.”

I shivered as his fingers  slid down to my wrist. The rain accelerated, darkening his hair and sending wet tendrils of cold down my back. I gazed at him and waited.

“I—I don’t do this.” He shook his head and grimaced. “I mean, I’ve never done this. The club thing.”

Impossible to miss the honesty in his tone, in his expression. So I wasn’t alone in my ignorance. A weight lifted off my shoulders and I gave him a wry smile. “Me either.”

He blew out a breath and released my wrist. “Sorry I misinterpreted what you said. It’s just…the way those guys hit on each other is so artificial. I didn’t know what to think.”

“Agreed.”

“I would like to talk. Maybe get a cup of coffee.”

I raised an eyebrow. The heavens opened. Rain fell in sheets, dousing us. My clothes clung like a clammy skin. “I’m parked up the block.”

He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, squinting in the rain. “I’m that way.”

“I’m closer. Let me give you a ride.”

He nodded, and we raced down the sidewalk. As soon as we reached the lot, I hit the remote and we jumped inside the car. The heavy drops pounded on the roof and sheeted down the windows. We looked at each other, panting from the run, and laughed.

“God, I’m soaked.” I started the engine and cranked the heat.

Brian chuckled. “It’s beyond soaked.” He sobered. “We’re getting your seats wet.”

I rolled my head on the headrest. “Don’t worry about it.”

With both hands, he slicked his hair back. The windows fogged with evaporating water and hot breath. In the low light of the parking lot, his smile flashed and he glanced over. Hunger shone in his eyes, a desire reflecting my own. Holding my gaze, he put one hand on the center console and licked his lower lip. I swallowed, gaze alternating between his mouth and his eyes. I put my hand over his.

His other hand touched my face, fingertips burning a hot trail on my skin, and I trembled.

His gaze lost some of its confidence. “You okay with this?”

I leaned into his palm. “Yes.”

We were whispering now. God, I wanted this. I slid my hand around his neck and leaned in, close enough to feel his warm breath washed across my face. Meet me halfway, Brian.

The first touch of his lips, warm and soft and moist, said“hello, nice to meet you.” He pulled back, as if to gauge my response, and his fingers stroked through my hair. My control slipped a few notches. He couldn’t know how much I liked fingers in my hair. I pulled him to me, tilting my head to deepen the kiss.

Beer had never tasted as good as when it was mixed with Brian. I inhaled through my nose and treated myself to an exploration of his mouth, and his tongue played with mine. I caught a faint whiff of his herbal aftershave, and all my senses were on high alert with the smell and the feel and the taste of him, and oh, God, I wanted him. My hands shook, and I pulled him closer.

After a few breathless seconds we broke for air, ragged breath adding another layer of fog to the windows. The damn console prevented any further closeness, so I settled for leaning my forehead against his. I glanced at Brian’s lap and got an eyeful of his enthusiastic response to our kisses.

“My place or yours?” I kissed his chin.

Another killer smile gave him a devilish look. “How far do you live?”

Thank God I lived just a few blocks off the main drag. “About five minutes from here.”

“Then your place it is.”He reached for his seatbelt and snapped it in place, then stole a kiss.

I grinned and buckled up, then put the car in gear.

~*~

The quick trip to my place took too long. We splashed through the deluge and stumbled up the steps to my apartment, kissing and touching. We endured a delay as I fished out the right key and got the door open. We fell inside, and I pushed it shut with my foot. Brian shoved my back to the wall and kissed me hungrily. His erection brushed mine and we both hissed. He grabbed my face and sealed his mouth to mine, going straight to deep and passionate. I grabbed the front of his shirt.

Much as I wanted him here and now, I resisted the urge to drop to my knees and get his cock in my mouth. The bed had versatility the living room didn’t. I maneuvered him down the hall, bumping off the wall and stumbling on the carpet, around the corner and into the bedroom. Inside, I swung the door shut.

I tugged his wet shirt loose and ran my hands up his back. His skin held more warmth than I’d expected after the cold rain, and he shuddered, groaning into my mouth. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and got enough unfastened to pull it off over his head.

My God. I couldn’t breathe. Brian’s broad shoulders gave way to a solid chest and abs. He closed his eyes, head dropped back as I coasted my palms down his chest and abs, detoured to trace the muscles of his arms from shoulder to wrist. When I rested my hands on his waist, his lips met mine. Then his hands skimmed my shirt up my sides. I broke the kiss long enough to step back and yank it off.

My hands went to the button on his jeans at the same time his went to mine. The vibration as the zipper descended sent mini shockwaves of pleasure vibrating across my cock. In no time we stood without a single item of clothing separating us, and want ramped up need. I licked the side of his neck, savoring the flavor of salt and rainwater and inhaling a remnant of spicy aftershave. I wrapped my arms around him and backed him up to the bed, cocks fencing in an erotic parry and thrust.

Fingers ran through my hair, light tugs that melted my spine. “Want you, Tanner,” he whispered. Lips nibbled the sensitive skin below my ear.

I pushed him down to sit on the edge of the bed and I dropped to my knees. Starting at his knee, I kissed my way up to his groin and blew a stream of warm air on his cock. He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide as he watched me.

Holding his gaze, I licked around the head of his cock as I used my hand around the base and stroked him in an up-down rhythm, squeezing hard then soft, varying the grip to keep him off balance as my tongue teased the head. When I swallowed him to the back of my throat, he gave a guttural moan.

“Jesus.” Hips rocking, Brian’s hands fluttered over my hair, not grabbing but stroking. Using my other hand, I cupped his balls.

“Fuck, Tanner…” His thighs shook on either side of me, and I laughed, knowing the vibration would drive him crazy. His hips pumped harder, thrusting into my mouth. With the lightest touch, I stroked the delicate skin behind his balls, coming close to his hole but withholding a touch.

“God, I’m…” His hands tightened in my hair. “Gonna…Tanner.”

I sucked harder and tapped his hole. He yelled, and hot semen rushed over my tongue. I stayed with him until he fell back on the bed, arms crossed over his face.

I stood and leaned over him. “You okay?”

A post-orgasmic flush warmed his face. He lifted his arms and shifted over on the bed. “Holy shit, Tanner.”

He tugged me onto the mattress. Stretched out beside him, our mouths met and I lost myself in his kiss, the heat, the pressure, the sheer nirvana of making out with someone who knew how to kiss. His hands were everywhere, stroking my back, my chest, and I wanted him. Fucking needed him. I nuzzled the warm skin of his neck and sucked a kiss there, and he whimpered.

“I need...” Brian’s throat vibrated under my lips.

“What do you need?” I whispered.

“I need you.” Hot fingers closed around my cock. “I need you to fuck me.

The request acted like a shot of lust to my cock. I almost came from the words alone. Want sent a shudder through me. “I will.”

I kissed my way down his chest, tonguing his nipples, and he grabbed my hair, hauling me back up to him. Tingles ran from my scalp down my spine.

“Now. I need it so bad. Please, Tanner.”

I kissed him, then reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube.

“How do you want me?” Brian’s voice had gone husky with need.

“On your back okay?”

He nodded. I knelt on the bed and situated his legs on either side of me. He tore open the condom and set it on the head of my cock, the rolled it down with his mouth, taking all of me.

“Fuck. Stop, Brian. You’ll make me come.”

He grinned. “That’s the idea.”

“Not like that.” I poured some lube on my fingers. “Lie back.”

Brian settled and drew his legs up, opening himself to my view. I slicked lube up his crease, rubbed it into his pucker. When he pushed against my hand, I slid one finger into him.

“Tanner…”

With the tip of my finger, I tapped his prostate, and he arched off the bed. I grinned. “Like that?”

He nodded, panting. “Another.”

Slowly, I pushed a second finger into him, and he tensed for a moment. “Okay?”

“Mmm, yeah.”

The ring of muscle loosened, and I continued to stretch him, working my fingers in and out and pegging his gland. He’d started to get hard, and I leaned down and licked the head of his cock.

“Fuck me.”

“I will.” Once again I tapped his prostate, and he pushed down on my fingers.

“Fuck. Me. Now.”

I laughed, and pulled back my fingers. “Okay, okay.”

I lined up, and pushed the head of my cock into him. Heat and pressure surrounded me, and we both groaned. I gave him another inch, then another, advancing until my cock was seated inside him. “So hot, Brian. So tight.”

“So full inside,” he panted. “So good.”

I took a couple of slow experimental thrusts, and he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me down for another hot kiss. His hips rolled up, and I set up a rhythm, pumping gently.

“Harder.” Brian nipped my lower lip.

I picked up the pace, swiveling my hips, aiming to hit his gland.

“Harder,” he panted. “Faster.”

I sat up and gripped his thighs, pounding against him. He reached back and grabbed the slats of the headboard. “More, Tanner.”

Instead, I slowed down stroked his cock with my palm. “Like this?”

He threw his head back. “God…”

A few more pumps of his cock, hard on the down stroke, gentle on the upstroke, and he whimpered. I leaned in and kissed him, and he met my mouth, devouring it as I stroked him. Precome leaked onto my hand, and I smiled.

Sitting up, I redirected my thrusts, hard and fast, the mattress squeaking in protest as I drilled him. Brian squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck, so good, gonna…” He threw his head back and roared.

Sticky warmth erupted between us, and Brian’s muscles contracted around me. Heat raced down my back to my balls, and then shot out my cock, pulsing inside him. The room disappeared in a white-hot haze.

After I could see straight, I pulled out and got rid of the condom, then collapsed back into bed. Brian lay sprawled in the sheets, looking like a man debauched, grinning like a twitter-pated kid. The rest of the night was rewind and replay.

Like I said, I’d never done this—never had a one night stand. I’d never had a one night stand. Turned out neither had Brian.And we still haven’t.

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~~Whitley Gray~~

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