by Lynn Lorenz
Sammi was a free man, but Mitchell had captured Sammi’s heart and soul.
Mitchell whispered into Sammi’s hair. “Bedroom. Now. If I can’t touch your skin soon, it’s going to kill me.”
Chapter Fifteen
They raced to the bedroom. Sammi made it there first, with Mitchell a close second. Mitchell won the race to get undressed and fell onto the bed. His cock, already hard, stood proudly from his body.
Sammi sighed as he just stared at Mitchell. “You are so beautiful.”
Mitchell laughed. “No way, babe. You’re the beauty.”
“But something isn’t right.” Sammi shook his head.
Mitchell’s smile fell. “What are you talking about?”
“Well, if you can wait a few minutes, I think I can improve you.” Sammi tilted his head, waiting for Mitchell’s answer.
“Improve me?” Mitchell sat up. “This perfection?” He waved his hand down his body, then he snorted. “I’ll wait. Don’t take long.” He sat back, stroking his shaft.
Sammi dove into the bathroom. He’d been preparing for this all morning. He unplugged the wax pot, then gathered the strips of cloth and a small pair of scissors, and hurried back to the bedroom.
After plugging the pot into the socket behind the night table, Sammi picked up the scissors.
“Now, the first phase of construction.” He snipped the scissors in the air and sat beside Mitchell. “You need a trim.”
“A trim?”
“It’s called man-scaping.”
Mitchell stared at the scissors. “You’re going to be careful with those, right?”
“Very careful.” Sammi leaned over, pushed Mitchell’s cock to the side and began to trim the thick patch of dark brown hair. He worked for several minutes, trimming it down to just the right length— close, but not so close that it appeared sparse or that the hair was stiff and prickly.
“Perfect,” Sammi pronounced. He ran his fingers through the short thatch and gave Mitchell a sexy grin. “Still soft and silky, but neat and trim. No spitters.” He laughed.
Mitchell touched his pubes and chuckled as he caught the hungry look in Sammi’s eyes. “Turns you on?”
“Oh yes, sir.” Sammi turned to the wax pot and dipped a finger in to test the molten wax. It was hot, but not too hot. “Perfect.”
“Sammi, what are you going to do with that?” Mitchell’s eyes widened.
Sammi held up his finger. “This is for your balls. I want them smooth.” He dipped his finger again and, taking one of Mitchell’s balls, wrapped his fingers around it to spread the skin tight.
“Hey, you said you were going to do that with your mouth.”
“So I did. Oops.” Sammi lowered his mouth to Mitchell. With a slow swipe, he licked Mitchell’s balls.
Mitchell groaned. “Damn, babe, you’re killing me.”
“Too bad.” Sammi went back to licking and Mitchell’s sac pulled tight against his balls. When Sammi thought they were perfect, he straightened. Mitchell sighed.
Another quick dip of his finger into the pot. He drew it out, waited for the wax to stop dripping, then wiped his finger all over one side of the tight sac. He picked up a piece of cloth, laid it over the thick liquid and gave it a soft rubbing to seat the hair.
“Ready?” He picked up an edge of the strip. “It’s best if you hold onto something.”
“Is this going to hurt?” Mitchell’s eyebrows were raised as he looked down at the cloth stuck to his balls. Sammi felt his fear, but Mitchell’s excitement overpowered it.
“Oh, yes, it’s going to be delicious.” And with that, Sammi ripped the strip off.
Mitchell screamed and his body arched off the bed. Then he shuddered. His arousal ramped up, flowing into Sammi. Sammi was right. It was fucking delicious. He wanted more.
Sammi worked in silence. Lathering on the wax, laying down the strip, pressing it in. As his eyes locked with Mitchell’s, he tore off the cloth. Mitchell caught the sheets of the bed in his fists as he twisted beneath Sammi’s ministrations.
Such sweet pain, such sweet agony. And Sammi rode it all with him. Mitchell had found the perfect partner, a man who could anticipate his needs and enjoy giving them and receiving them. Sammi was incredible. Beautiful, giving and so fucking talented as he meted out the pain Mitchell had craved for so long.
Another rip brought Mitchell’s focus on Sammi.
“That was the last one.” Sammi grinned.
“No, don’t tell me it’s over.”
“I just have to put the calming cream on so you don’t get irritated.” Sammi ran oiled fingers over Mitchell’s now-smooth balls.
Mitchell joined his fingers with Sammi’s. Together they caressed his sac and rubbed more cream in. Mitchell’s cock jerked. Sammi smiled and reached for the lube on the table. He spread it on his hands, took Mitchell’s cock and began stroking it.
Mitchell let his head fall back and his eyes shuttered as he opened himself to Sammi. Their pleasure ramped up as it traveled back and forth between them.
“God, this is so good.”
Sammi nodded. “I’m not done. Roll over.”
Mitchell obeyed.
Sammi ran his hands down Mitchell’s back to his firm ass. Dipped his fingers into the cleft. Stroked over Mitchell’s hole. Mitchell gasped. Sammi dunked his finger into the wax pot and spread the cheeks of Mitchell’s ass apart with his other hand.
“That was a sac wax. Now it’s time for the crack part.” Sammi painted the crevice with the goopy liquid. Pressed a strip onto one side, then ripped.
“Fuck!” Mitchell shouted. Sammi felt a wave of ecstasy rise up from Mitchell to hit him.
Sammi prepared the other side. Ripped. Mitchell cried out. Once more left Mitchell trembling and softly calling for Sammi.
“Now, to soothe you.” Sammi crawled between Mitchell’s legs, parted the valley wide, and lowered his mouth to that sweetest of spots. He flicked his tongue out as he licked the heated sides of each round globe. Once he’d gotten a whimper out of Mitchell, he moved lower to tease the tight pink pucker of Mitchell’s now hairless ass. The sensation of being bare, of not having a fine layer of hair to protect the skin, was so erotic. So fucking hot.
Mitchell arched his back, his hips pumped, as Sammi clutched his ass and unmercifully licked him until he begged Sammi to stop.
Gasping, Mitchell pressed his hard cock into the bed. Fuck, he wanted to come, but he’d sensed Sammi wanted more.
“I know what you want,” Mitchell whispered.
Sammi sat back on his heels. “What do I want?”
Mitchell turned to face his lover as he climbed to his hands and knees.
“Fuck me, babe.”
Sammi’s arousal pummeled Mitchell. In all the time they’d been together, Sammi had never asked to fuck him. More than anything, Mitchell wanted Sammi inside him and he’d waited long enough for Sammi to get around to it.
“First, I have to tell you something.” Sammi bit his lip.
“Tell me anything, babe.”
“I took a blood test. At a free clinic.”
Mitchell froze. “Oh God, Sammi, please don’t tell me…” Tears welled in Mitchell’s eyes.
“No, it’s not bad. I’m negative for everything, Mitch. You said you were negative too. So, if we’re monogamous, then we don’t have to use a condom.” Sammi gave Mitchell a shy smile.
“That’s great news! I’m so relieved.” Mitchell laughed. “Now, fuck me and forget the condom.”
Trembling with excitement, Sammi got the lube and painted Mitchell’s entry. Sammi hadn’t been inside a man in years—he’d always been the receiver. The few times he’d done it had been with a couple of the other boys on the strip, but after he’d fallen in with Donovan, all that had come to an end, so to speak. Donovan’s customers wanted to fuck Sammi, not be fucked by Sammi.
Ever since he’d met Mitchell, Sammi had wanted this from him, but had never thought he was worthy of it. Never thought a big man li
ke Mitchell would let him inside. Mitchell was so strong, so dominant—so incredibly male. Sammi loved him for it, but still he longed to feel his cock buried deep inside the man he loved.
Now, that fantasy was going to come true. Sammi should have known Mitchell would never deny him. Sammi’s lack of self-confidence had kept him from asking.
Sammi leaned forward, guiding his cock to Mitchell’s hole. Rubbing it up and down against the tender flesh, Sammi opened himself to Mitchell’s pleasure.
As it washed over him, Sammi realized Mitchell wanted it as badly as he did.
“Go slow, babe. It’s been a long time since anyone’s had my ass.”
“Are you sure?”
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me into the fucking mattress.”
Sammi laughed as his heart sang. He smeared the more lube onto his finger and ringed Mitchell’s entrance. Mitchell moaned. With a little pressure, Sammi’s slim digit slipped inside. Mitchell hissed and pressed back against Sammi. Deepening his penetration, Sammi felt for Mitchell’s sweet spot, rubbing up against the wall of his tunnel. When Mitchell groaned long and loud, Sammi knew he’d found it.
Mitchell shuddered as Sammi worked it, sliding his finger in and out and stroked against the spot. “Oh God, babe, that feels so fucking good.”
Sammi’s cock was like a steel rod. All his blood seemed to rush to it, just knowing he was turning Mitchell on.
“Fuck me, babe.” Mitchell’s voice was so deep, so sexy, so needy. It drove Sammi crazy.
He pulled out his finger, gave his cock a few quick strokes and guided it to Mitchell’s opening. He pushed in and Mitchell’s hole spread open, swallowing the head of Sammi’s dick. The feeling was indescribable, and to watch it? Shit, he almost lost his load just watching, it was so fucking erotic.
Mitchell was so warm, so tight, and desire flooded Sammi. He pulled out. Mitchell gasped. Sammi entered him again, just rim-deep. Pulled back. Watched as his own cock speared his lover. As Mitchell would say, damn.
Sammi shallow-fucked Mitchell, until both their desires super-heated, blended and crashed over them.
“Fuck me deep and hard!” Mitchell pushed back to impale himself on Sammi’s dick.
It was all the encouragement Sammi needed. He plunged in, sinking deep until his body touched Mitchell’s body. They both shuddered. Sammi began pumping, taking long, slow strokes, driving the both of them higher. Clutching Mitchell’s hips, he buried himself over and over in Mitchell’s tight, sweet hole as easily as if he’d always taken it.
Mitchell’s soft grunting filled Sammi’s ears as he fucked him. Sammi threw his head back and his long bangs fell to the side. “This is so damn good,” he cried. “I want to fuck you until you scream.”
Mitchell gathered his arousal and sent it to Sammi along with a single command.
“Spank me.”
Sammi jerked back with a gasp. He raised his hand high, then brought it down on Mitchell’s rump with a loud slap.
“Damn!” Mitchell shuddered.
Oh yes, Mitchell loved this. Loved the pain in just the right amounts.
Sammi spanked him again, this time harder. A red imprint of Sammi’s hand blossomed on Mitchell’s right cheek. Mitchell’s back bowed and his hands twisted in the sheet. “Do it, babe. You know what I want. Hurt me.”
Sammi’s hand slapped Mitchell’s flank until it burned red, but Mitchell merely cried his encouragement. “Fuck, yeah, babe. Oh damn. You bastard.”
He felt Mitchell’s orgasm growing, like water rising against a dam, threatening to spill over and wash everything away. Mitchell was on the edge, but Sammi needed more from him, needed to know he was the one Mitchell wanted and needed.
“Say you’re mine.” Sammi gasped out as he pounded his cock into Mitchell.
“I’m yours.” Mitchell growled between his gritted teeth.
“Are you my bitch?” Sammi leaned forward, his hands holding Mitchell tight to him, Sammi moved his hips with all the speed and power he could muster.
“I’m your bitch. Your bitch to fuck.” Mitchell dropped down to rest his head on the pillow, his ass still in the air.
Sammi’s cock hardened beyond aching. Mitchell had submitted to him. Sammi was the dominant and he loved the way it made him feel. The power of it flooded him. This was what it felt like to take another man, to make him submit to you, to make him beg you to fuck him.
Sammi thrust forward, pushing Mitchell down even farther. Mitchell’s knees spread wider as Sammi dominated him.
“Jerk yourself off.”
Mitchell groaned as he reached underneath and grabbed his cock. Sammi watched as Mitchell worked his dick, moving his arm faster and faster.
Sammi rode him until Mitchell’s dam broke and he froze as he shot his load, crying out Sammi’s name.
Unrelenting, Sammi drove on. His powerful thighs pushed his cock deeper into Mitchell, who slid to his belly with Sammi riding him all the way down. Their ecstasy climbed to new heights as Sammi didn’t hold back and Mitchell gave him everything.
“You own me, Sammi. You own my heart and soul, and now you own my body.” Mitchell’s raspy voice, filled with need and desire, shook with the power of his words as Sammi fucked him.
Sammi cried out Mitchell’s name as he exploded. Frozen in the throes of his orgasm, head thrown back, muscles taut and rigid, Sammi let the ecstasy overcome him until it burst from him in long, powerful shudders.
His hot load pulsed deep into Mitchell’s tunnel as he lay stretched out beneath Sammi. With each of the five hard spurts, shudders racked their bodies. Then it was over and Sammi collapsed on top of Mitchell, wrapping his arms around his lover.
“Oh, damn, babe.” Mitchell sighed. “That was so good. I hope you liked it because I’m going to want you to fuck me again.”
“I loved it.” Sammi kissed Mitchell’s sweat-soaked back, nuzzled the nape of his neck. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Mitchell whispered. “Damn, Sammi. If I’d have known it was going to be that good, I would have asked for this sooner.”
“Thank you, Mitchell. For everything you’ve given me. It’s more—” Sammi’s voice caught in his throat and he buried his face against Mitchell’s body, letting his tears fall as they dropped onto Mitchell’s back.
“No, you deserve everything and more. And I’m just the man to give it to you.” Mitchell shifted to the side and Sammi rolled off him.
They lay side-by-side facing each other to kiss slowly and languidly, enjoying just being together. Touching, stroking fingertips played against skin, lips brushed over pebbled nipples, cocks stiffened and pressed against taut bellies.
Mitchell wrapped his arms around Sammi and rolled him on top. Sammi smiled down into Mitchell’s eyes. Mitchell loved him and Sammi didn’t need his power to know that. It was in Mitchell’s touch, in his voice, his sighs, the shuttering of his eyelids when Sammi touched him. It was unmistakable and even a blind man could see it.
Sammi deserved Mitchell.
They dozed for a while, caught up in each other’s arms. Sammi had sweet dreams of him and Mitchell driving in the convertible. Together. Happy. Free.
Mitchell kissed him awake. “Fuck me again, Sammi. This time, I want to watch your face when you take me.” Mitchell’s heated gaze and the hard, thick length he pressed into Sammi told him Mitchell was hungry for more. Sammi grabbed Mitchell’s hands and pulled them over Mitchell’s head, capturing him. Nothing turned Sammi on more than that look in Mitchell’s eyes that begged him Fuck me.
Sammi’s chest expanded as his breathing deepened and his muscles tensed in preparation for their lovemaking. “You’re mine, Mitchell.”
“I’m yours. Forever.” Mitchell kissed him, pulling Sammi down until their bodies touched. Their desire ignited and love engulfed them.
They were bonded. Body, heart and soul.
RUSH IN THE DARK
Book two in the
Common Powers series
Rush is so deep
in the closet he can’t find the door, but meeting Brian might give him the courage to step out of it.
When Brian and Rush meet in a dark alley, sparks fly. The attraction is fast and hard, but Rush is a rancher with a reputation to uphold and Brian is out and open.
Both men have secrets, including the small powers they each have, and a relationship means they might have to share. It would require Rush coming out of his closet and putting his ranch and his friendships with the people around him at risk.
For Brian, it means putting his heart on the line for a man who’s afraid of being himself. He’s been down that road before and Brian won’t go back in the closet, not even for Rush.
Each time they’re together, Rush and Brian set the air around them on fire. As they move closer, both are still holding back, still unsure of each other. One of them will have to take the first step or this thing between them will flounder.
For Rush, it’ll take a huge step and a lot of trust to risk his entire life in the small Texas town of Spring Lake. And once he’s out, there’s no going back.
For Brian, his heart isn’t the only thing at risk. If he keeps seeing Rush, he knows he might just lose his life.
Dedication
To all the lovers of cowboys, tight jeans and Texas.
Trademark Acknowledgements
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
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Ropers: Karman, Inc.
Justin: Justin Brands, Inc.
BlackBerry: BlackBerry Limited
Aqua Net: Lornamead Inc.
ESPN: ESPN Inc.
Monopoly: Hasbro, Inc.
iPod: Apple, Inc.
Ford F250: Ford Motor Company
Tahoe: General Motors Company
Jetta: Volkswagen AG
Google: Google, Inc.
Twilight Zone: CBS Television Distribution