Crashing Hearts- The Complete Series

by Zane Menzy

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN:

  Messy Dynamic

  Damon smiled. His dick pulsing in his pants at Matt’s acceptance to the offer. It felt as hot as he imagined it would. As soon as Matt said those words, Damon knew he had control. He would get his dick wet with another person’s lips, on his terms.

  “What now?” Matt asked.

  Damon took his time to answer. “Well, if you’re honestly going to do this then I suggest you start by putting the money in your pocket.”

  Matt nodded. His pale face flushed red with embarrassment as he gingerly reached out to pick up the money. He stood up from the couch and tucked the notes in his back pocket, looking down at Damon with unsettled eyes.

  “Take your clothes off,” Damon ordered.

  “Why?”

  Damon shook his head. “I don’t know why. I think I just want you to be naked while you suck me that’s all.”

  Matt didn’t challenge the request. He seemed to trust Damon’s command. He lifted his arms, peeling off his t-shirt, exposing his chest with its island of chest hair. Next, he slipped his thumbs down to his shorts, lowering them and his boxers to the floor.

  Damon’s eyes browsed over Matt’s naked body. His cock hung flaccid, his hairy balls saggy and soft. Damon tapped his shoe on the floor. “Sit down between my legs.”

  Matt did as he was told, lowering himself to his knees. He looked at Damon as if waiting for him to do something.

  Damon smiled at him. “Take my shoes off for me.” He lay back against the couch, wiggling his right foot. Matt’s fingers grabbed at the laces, attempting to untie them.

  “I can’t get the knot undone. You’ve double laced them,” Matt said in a half-laugh.

  “Use your teeth, that should help.”.

  Matt glared back, unsure if he heard right. Damon sighed, impatiently, letting Matt know he was serious. Matt put his face to the ground and began chewing at the laces.

  Damon could feel his shoe tightening around his foot with each pull Matt’s mouth gave. After some grumblings, Matt managed to untie the first shoe. He lifted Damon’s leg up and scraped the shoe free from his foot.

  Damon wiggled his other shoe, waiting for Matt to do the same again. This time Matt didn’t need to use his mouth to get the laces free, the shoe coming off with much greater ease.

  “And my socks, Matt.” Damon was rock hard under his jeans from his position of paid power. Matt’s warm fingers slipped between his ankle and socks, peeling them off, leaving Damon barefooted and his legs spread wide. “Good boy,” he said, sounding derisive.

  Matt scooted forward, raising a weary hand to Damon’s belt. He unhooked the buckle and fidgeted with the button of Damon’s jeans till they popped open. The sound of his zipper coming down was erotic and let Damon know his dick’s needs were only seconds away from being met. Matt kept his eyes down at Damon’s crotch, not once looking up at his buyer’s behaviour.

  Damon lifted his arse up off the couch so Matt could tug his jeans down. Matt let out a small grunt as he clutched at the denim material, pulling them down past Damon’s knees and resting them at his ankles.

  “Did you want your jeans all the way off?” Matt asked.

  “May as well,” Damon said. “It will make it easier for you to lean in.”

  Matt grabbed hold of Damon’s legs as he pulled the jeans off over his feet. He paused briefly as he looked down at Damon’s briefs which poked upwards from a hungry erection. Matt gulped and reached forward, hoisting Damon’s underwear all the way down ‘till they were free from his body and laid atop his crumpled jeans on the floor.

  Damon’s cock stood rock hard, twitching as it waited to be sucked.

  Matt breathed heavy. “I don’t know if I can do this,” he mumbled. His eyes glued to Damon’s throbbing cock.

  “Yeah you can. Just kiss it first and start slow.” Damon didn’t want him to back down. Not now that it was all so close to happening. He gave Matt a reassuring glance, letting him know he would be okay.

  There was nothing but trust in Matt’s eyes. He nodded, lowered his head and gently kissed the tip of Damon’s dick.

  Damon shuddered at the peck from Matt’s wet lips. “And again,” he said, trying to strike an innocent tone.

  Matt’s face hovered inches above his thick tool as if he were contemplating what he should do. Just as Damon was about to bark an order telling him to get on with it, Matt kissed his cock again. This time heavier and stickier as he kept his soft lips pressed to Damon’s piss slit. Matt opened up, dropping his mouth down over Damon’s dick and began to suck.

  “Ahhhhh,” Damon groaned. A frisson of exhilaration flowed through every inch of his body—most intensely at the seven inches that mattered.

  I can’t believe you’re sucking my cock! Damon closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Matt’s warm, wet mouth sucking delicately at the tip of his thick prick. He listened to the screams of orgasms coming out of the television but they didn’t sound half as sexy as the illicit noise coming from between his legs. Matt’s lips slurped and sucked noisily in amateur fashion as he kept his mouth wrapped around Damon’s manhood.

  “Take me deeper,” Damon said, the words pouring out in a heated breath. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know the instruction was followed. Matt’s hands touch his knees as the boy lowered his mouth further down Damon’s shaft.

  Fucking Legend, Damon thought. “Now go up and down… faster… harder.”

  Again, Matt’s gaping mouth did it as it was told.

  Damon kept his eyes firmly shut. He didn’t want to see that it was a man sucking his dick, he just wanted to feel it. He lolled his head back, gasping the more noise he heard from Matt’s paid lips.

  The rhythm was too soft though for Damon’s liking; he reached out, feeling for Matt’s head. He twirled his fingers through the boy’s black hair, grabbing a firm hold and began to guide Matt in a steadier, faster rhythm. Damon pushed down harder, forcing Matt to take another inch. Matt spluttered on the dick he was being force-fed. This only made Damon want more. A jolt of pain tore Damon’s senses when Matt’s teeth grated his foreskin. “No fucking teeth… I don’t want you biting.”

  Matt lifted his head free from Damon’s cock. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

  “Don’t talk. Just fucking suck. That’s what I’m paying you for,” Damon said, pushing Matt’s head back down.

  He could tell Matt was trying his best but it wasn’t as good as Damon wanted or expected. Each time he felt Matt’s teeth grate his skin, Damon gave Matt a gentle smack on the side of the face and reminded him, “No teeth!”

  Damon did his best to imagine it was Zoe performing the sexy deed but whenever Matt’s boy hands grabbed his legs to steady himself it made Damon lose the female illusion.

  It was obvious Matt wasn’t an experienced cock sucker by the way he gagged and choked on spit. Damon grew tired of waiting for Matt to master the technique, not that Damon even knew what the technique was, but he did know he wanted Matt to suck deeper and firmer.

  He kept hold of Matt’s hair and lifted his arse up off the couch, stabbing Matt’s mouth with steady pumps of his cock. Matt spluttered even more but Damon had found the balance he liked. He treated Matt’s mouth like a fuck hole, penetrating it with firm thrusts. Damon’s balls tightened, he could tell he was getting close. A fuzzy tingle tickled his taint and he felt his dick expand, twitching with the edge of release. He pulled on Matt’s hair, hard as he could, slamming his hips up from the couch, ramming Matt’s mouth with selfish force.

  Damon grunted loudly. “I’m cumming. Keep your mouth DOWN!” He kept his dick buried deep inside Matt’s mouth as it jerked, spurting out a heavy load of hot cum down the back of Matt’s throat. He continued to hold Matt’s face down, forcing the boy to catch every drop ‘till his dick finally emptied of sex juice. Damon let out an almost squealing sigh as the last drips trickled out.

  He opened his eyes and pushed Matt’s face away from his dick, not wanting anything male on him
now he had blown his load.

  Matt coughed and spat out all of Damon’s semen that had pooled up in his mouth. It landed on the carpet and dribbled down his chin; some of it leaking down on to Damon’s leg. Matt wiped his mouth clean, looking at his hand and the traces of Damon left on his fingers. He looked up at Damon, an apologetic look on his face. “Sorry for spitting it on you.” Matt grabbed his t-shirt and wiped his face again then used it to clean Damon’s stained leg. “I didn’t know there would be so much,” Matt said, letting out a nervous laugh.

  Damon sighed loudly, running his hands through his hair. “That’s okay. It’s not like you’d ever done that before.”

  Matt stared back with a bashful grin on his face.

  The air felt heavy with a tormented aura that circled the room, replacing the supersonic sexual vibe from earlier. The reality of what Damon had just done sucker punched him.

  I just paid a dude to suck my cock! The thought ripped his calmness. Damon got to his feet, stepping around Matt, and bent down to retrieve his pants.

  “Was that what you wanted?” Matt asked in an innocent tone.

  Damon pulled his briefs up his legs. “Yep,” he muttered, trying to avoid looking at Matt who sat naked on the floor.

  “I guess now I can say I’m not afraid to try new things.” Matt chuckled, trying to make a joke.

  “I guess you can,” Damon said. He put his jeans back on, quickly slipping back into his shoes and socks. “I better get going home now.” Damon patted his jeans, jingling his keys to make sure they were still in his pocket.

  Matt looked up at him, a worried look flashing across his face. “Did I do something wrong?” He reached across to his shorts, pulling the money out. “You can have the money back.”

  Damon’s shook his head. “Nar, you keep it. I just have to get going that’s all.”

  Matt stood up. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay for just one more beer?” The question came out as pathetic as the boy looked with his chin still glistening from Damon’s cum.

  “Nar, mate. I just have to go. It’s pretty late.” Damon didn’t wait for Matt to put his clothes on, he walked towards the stairs to make his way out. “Thanks for letting me hang out. Catch you round.” He waved without looking back, leaving Matt to clean up the mess of what they had just done. The messy dynamic of what Damon knew he alone was responsible for creating.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN:

  Holding On

  The dinner party had been a success. The snobby Courtney Dobson and her boring husband Jeff had been impressed by the effort Jenna had gone to. Effort that Jenna had made look light as a calm breeze.

  Anybody who visited the house for dinner was surprised to discover just how much of a wonderful cook Jenna was. They would have been equally surprised to know that she loved cooking. There was a strange sense of fulfilment that came with preparing a meal and feeding others. It was only the mess afterwards of dirty dishes that she loathed. Not that she would be the one cleaning them.

  When she had initially gotten together with Colin all those years ago, Courtney had been one of the ringleaders of the horrible group of women who tried to make Jenna’s life a living hell. Sally had been their friend, a familiar face who they knew and cared for—to a point. So, when Jenna rode into their social scene on the back of an affair with Colin— Damon in her pregnant belly—their reaction was hostile, to say the least.

  Jenna wasn’t running off that easily. She had bit her tongue through the guilt, shame and blame being thrown at her, knowing to just hold on. That is what her battler of a mother always said the trick to life was… holding on.

  Like water dripping on a stone; Jenna slowly moulded each of Sally’s sidekicks into softer, smoother shapes until the sour cows preferred her company over Sally’s. It took several years, countless fake smiles and baseless compliments but Jenna did it. She became accepted.

  Her parents and siblings never understood why she bothered so hard to impress who they called “shallow snobs,” but what they didn’t realise was Jenna wanted nothing more than to be one of these shallow snobs.

  Growing up dirt poor in the idyllic Bay of Islands was anything but idyllic. Jenna had been the second youngest of seven kids in a four-bedroom dilapidated house, with a tough as nails mother and a useless drunk of a father. This harsh beginning to life was all it took to give Jenna the drive and ambition to better herself, climb the ladder to a higher station—before those above kicked it away. Not once did Jenna doubt she could do it; she just never expected it to happen the way it did.

  Although she was now friends with Courtney and the rest of the Port Jackson’s upper crust, Jenna knew behind closed doors they probably still had a level of distrust towards her. One based on her looks and their assumption that she was a gold digger who had managed to stay married to her gold. Colin.

  What they didn’t know was that the young Jenna had taken the job at Colin’s firm as a way to gain experience with law. She didn’t plan to stay a legal secretary forever; she had always intended to get herself a law degree and make her own success. Falling in love with Colin was never the plan. It was fate, or so she thought at the time.

  Colin could never have claimed to have been remarkable-looking but twenty years ago he did have a pleasant face and a tall, tight frame for a man hitting forty. He had a funny sort of charm, one the gangly man didn’t even know he had and for some reason this made it all the more potent.

  In the office, he would let slip compliments Jenna’s way, stuttering immediately afterwards when he realised the level of inappropriateness that had parted his lips. One night while working late, alone with her married boss, lines got blurred when Colin blurted out just how beautiful he thought Jenna was. It didn’t feel wrong when he said it, it didn’t feel sleazy, it felt honest. Jenna stupidly grabbed the honesty with both her hands, planting a kiss on his mouth to say thank you. She didn’t expect it to go any further, but of course it did. Feelings have a way of taking over.

  For two years, she pined after her unavailable man. It got harder as time went by. Jenna could feel her sanity and self-respect slipping away, being reduced to a dirty secret.

  When she fell pregnant with Damon—by accident despite the rumours—she took her chance and gave Colin an ultimatum. If he truly loved her, then he would leave Sally and live openly and devotedly with Jenna instead. And to Jenna’s amazement and delight, he did.

  Despite the chaos that fell all around them, she had felt giddy with love. This man cared for Jenna so much that he risked his reputation by leaving his family and built a new life with her.

  Jenna looked around the kitchen she was now standing in. Flash appliances and expensive trinkets lining every corner. She shook her head, knowing Colin no longer loved her.

  When Victoria died, he didn’t hold Jenna. He hadn’t even asked if she were okay. Yes, she was tough but not that tough. A part of her died along with her daughter. And instead of being each other’s rock, Colin consoled himself by running back to his older children and his new grandchild.

  Jenna had suspected for a few years that the marriage was as dead as their sex-life, but Victoria’s passing away confirmed it. Now she felt like a bloody idiot for never getting her law degree, never accumulating her own success. Now she ran the very real risk of losing this second-hand success which she only had access to via the way of the ridiculously expensive ring on her finger.

  Jenna looked down at the note in her trembling hand, the one Courtney had found on the doorstep as she and Jeff were leaving an hour earlier. Jenna knew right away what it would be, she had plucked it out of Courtney’s hand so fast the nosey bitch probably thought her hand would be torn off. Jenna couldn’t let anyone see what was in the note. The vile, nasty words it had scrawled on it. If others saw it then she would be morally obliged to go to the police and report all the harassment.

  Jenna took a deep breath, taking in the flash surroundings of her kitchen, her beautiful home, knowing that all of it could be taken fr
om her if this nonsense continued. She screwed the piece of paper up and chucked it in the bin.

  No, she thought. There was no way Jenna Harris would let them win. No fucking way!

  Jenna walked through the dining room archway to the hallway, casting her gaze to the corner by the stairs. A flash of guilt and anger rattled her bones. She looked away from that spot. A spot that stained her dignity like the blood on a Shakespearean character’s hands. No matter how hard Jenna tried to wash her memory clean, that damn spot always forced her to remember… I kissed him there.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:

  Breakfast of Champions

  Tremendous shock. That’s what it felt like. For three days, tremendous shock hung over Matt’s emotions. He was flabbergasted by what he had done to Damon.

  When he had felt the tip of Todd on his tongue, it had felt like the end of the world. A horrible taste that plagued him. But he had taken way fucking more than Damon’s tip. He had actually sucked Damon’s dick, the guy splurging cum to the back of his mouth. Yet Matt hadn’t been haunted by any foul taste like before, he was just tainted with a shame from having let someone pay him for sex.

  Matt knew this didn’t count as losing his virginity but it was the most sexual thing he had ever done and he let someone pay him to do it. The word whore floated around in his mind, burning him with guilt. The fucked-up thing though, was that wasn’t what worried Matt the most. It was the way Damon had left so abruptly. Matt felt bad, wondering what he had done so wrong. Was I really that crap at it?

  If he were being honest, in some retarded way he felt almost honoured that Damon had asked him for a blowjob. This was a guy who could have anyone he chose, but he chose Matt.

  Sunday came and went with no word from Damon. The only contact he had with the outside world was Jason calling to see when he wanted to visit his mother. Matt fobbed him off, saying he didn’t know and that he was busy. Matt was in no mood to talk to anyone, he needed the day to calm his mind and soak up the severity of what it was he had done.