Heart Ripper

by K. A. Merikan

  Raja groaned and stretched his neck, going lower until his lips met the base of David’s cock. The temperature rose, and David’s body gradually relaxed as he rocked his hips toward Raja’s waiting mouth. Each time Raja told him to squeeze around first one, then two and three fingers, David did exactly as he was told. He couldn’t hold his sphincter very tightly clenched for too long, but Raja didn't seem to mind and just caressed David’s dick, his stomach, his balls, his thighs until David’s muscles gave up and relaxed.

  David was flying sky high, and they weren’t even there yet. His breath caught when Raja pulled out his fingers and kneeled, rubbing David’s legs, with a wicked smile spreading across his mouth.

  David pulled himself up enough to put his hands on Raja’s chest. He needed to ask Raja about every single tattoo on his skin. Were they just for fun? Did they mean something? There was so much he still didn’t know about Raja. Oh, God. What was Raja’s last name?

  David licked his lips, his dick throbbing and slick with Raja’s saliva. “How do you want me?” He asked, surprised at just how raspy his own voice got.

  Raja aggressively nipped on David’s top lip and pulled on it with his teeth. “You’ll be more comfortable on your hands and knees. Is that what you want?” he asked, circling David’s hole with one slick finger. Even that felt incredibly arousing, and David pushed up his hips.

  David nodded, frantic to turn around. He didn’t feel any shame now, even though he was completely naked and vulnerable. “I always fantasized about your weight on top of me,” he whispered, massaging the fabric of the sheets.

  “But which way, baby boy?” asked Raja and pushed at David’s chest. “Like this? Or like this?” He pulled on David’s arm and roughly rolled him to his stomach.

  David gasped, suddenly faced with a pillow smelling of Raja’s hair. “Like this.” He raised his ass slightly, afraid he’d seem too eager, and no one liked a desperate guy, but he couldn’t help himself. Raja would soon climb on top of him and push his dick in. For once, David felt confident that he could take it. He looked over his shoulder and spread his legs a bit more.

  Raja exhaled, and his powerful chest moved as he approached David and slapped his ass just enough to make it burn. “This is it. You don’t back out of this, do you, you little slut?”

  David hid his face and arched his back. “I won’t. I want to feel it in me. I’m a lost cause.”

  “You are a dirty little boy who will tell me what exactly should go where,” said Raja, and David shuddered, listening to the sound of plastic behind him. Raja was using a condom. A part of David regretted that he wouldn’t be filled with Raja’s cum. Claimed. But it was necessary, so he didn’t want to pay it any more mind. It also meant the cum could possibly go elsewhere. On his ass, back, chest, face.

  David panted. “I want you to stick your cock in my tight ass. F-fuck it however you please.” He whimpered at the sound of his own words and rocked his cock against the mattress. Even his back was sweaty. He was about to have full-on gay sex in Raja-scented sheets, and he didn’t even think of backing away.

  The mattress dipped behind him, and he shrieked when Raja slapped his dick against David’s opening. “You look so fucking hot. If your big brother knew...” Raja chuckled and moved his cock back and forth against the hole before finally kissing it with the tip.

  David squeezed it between his buttocks and moaned. If he knew how to push back and invite Raja’s cock in, he would. He settled on rocking his hips instead. “No one knows my dirty mind. Only you.”

  Raja slapped his ass again and pushed a bit harder against David’s uncomfortably tense hole. “I know. You’re the dirtiest Catholic boy I know. Show me how much you want it. Clench that ass again.”

  David moaned into the pillow and fulfilled Raja’s request a few more times. Just feeling that hot, hard cockhead at his lubed opening had his cock twitching. “I bottled it up,” he mumbled. “Now you get it all. I will come so hard…” They weren’t even doing it at night, but in full daylight. On a Sunday. And yet, David refused to care anymore.

  He tried to fulfill Raja’s request as well as he could, but in the end, the muscles in his ass gave up and relaxed against his will. And Raja’s cock went in. Slowly but surely, it pushed its way inside David’s inner channel, and it almost felt as if it was David’s body pulling the thick shaft in, not being subdued by its power.

  David panted so hard the pillow went damp, and he curled his toes from the heat spreading through his loins. All he could think of was Raja’s amazing cock now being inside of him. Connecting them. He was right where he wanted to be, and he struggled to breathe, all at once tense and completely lulled into relaxation.

  Raja’s palms rubbed David’s back up and down, only enhancing the unbelievable sensation of being penetrated for the first time. David’s head was spinning, and he moaned softly, pressing his ass back, flattening it against Raja’s groin. The pubes tickled him, and the heavy sway of his own cock between his legs was weighing him down as his muscles softened with pleasure. This was too good to be true, and there hadn’t been even a single pang of pain so far, just as Raja promised.

  “Good?” whispered Raja, lowering himself over David’s back.

  “So f—” Whatever. He could say it. “—fucking good.” It came out as a bit of a groan, and he couldn’t stop wiggling his hips just to feel Raja’s dick more intensely with each little movement.

  Raja’s laugh danced over David’s back, and he arched up until the soft beard tickled his skin. Raja pulled his hands up and down David’s sides before slowly pulling them back. They were still a tight fit, but with each movement Raja made, David could sense Raja’s power, and the control he had over both their bodies. They rocked slowly at first, but soon enough, the friction of the endless trail of Raja’s cock pulling almost all the way out, only to push back in, started to create sparks all around David’s ass.

  David let embarrassing grunts come out of his mouth, but he stopped feeling self-conscious about them when he realized Raja didn’t mind. “I like the feeling when you slam it back in,” he said. He needed to communicate this. As much as he wanted Raja to read his mind so he wouldn’t have to say it out loud, if he wanted more, he needed to say it, and instead of shameful, if felt revolutionary, liberating.

  Raja whimpered while pulling almost all the way back. He shifted behind David, and then slid his thick dick in slower, at a different angle than so far. It pressed against something that pushed the strangest noises out of David and made him curl his toes as his whole body shook in the throes of surprising pressure echoing in his own cock. It was glorious.

  “How about now?” asked Raja with a smile in his voice. “You need to learn all about this.”

  Only seconds later David realized he cried out when Raja pressed against that spot again, and his whole body shuddered, on the brink of an orgasm. “Fuck me right there!” He didn’t care how it sounded anymore. He wanted it, and he wanted it now. “Can I do something for you, too? Please, I need to give back to you.”

  Raja slammed his hips harder against David’s ass, and he molded himself to David’s back, mixing their sweat and licking some of the salty droplets off David’s nape. “You are already giving me all I want, silly boy” he rasped and pulled one of his hands from David’s neck to his stomach, then to David’s engorged, pulsing cock. His breath trembled.

  Raja’s weight was all David could dream of. Each time Raja’s cock pushed on that spot inside forced a moan out of David’s lips, but when Raja wrapped his fingers around David’s cock and gave it a few tugs while repeatedly slapping his hips against David’s ass, David came so violently he forgot his own name.

  His vision went white, all his muscles spasmed, but where his ass would usually clench, now it squeezed around the thick flesh inside of him, pulling Raja in, and urging him to come.

  Raja pulled back and slammed his cock in at a different angle, holding on to David’s hips as if they were handles. Not hitting the hyperse
nsitive spot in his body anymore, the thrusts met no resistance from David, who went soft and pressed his face against the pillow, accepting Raja’s thrusts as he tuned in to them, trying to memorize each and every movement, each brush of skin against skin.

  Raja’s fingers dug into the flesh of his ass, and he pushed all the way in, shuddering and groaning out his pleasure as his cock throbbed inside David’s completely relaxed body.

  David’s legs were jelly, but his heart still raced as he only slowly came down from the high of his orgasm. He wanted nothing more than to snuggle up into Raja’s embrace, with Raja’s cock still inside of him. He wanted to be open to Raja mind, body, and soul. Share a complete connection with him.

  Raja held him close, but in the end, he slowly pulled back, leaving David with a strange emptiness inside where the lovely, warm cock had been. Raja was still touching him though, and moments later, he lay down next to David and pulled him into his arms.

  “You’re a good fuck.”

  David smiled so widely he was sure he could steal the Cheshire Cat’s job. “It was everything I hoped it would be and more.” He leaned in for a lazy kiss.

  Raja stretched on the bed and turned his face to meet David’s lips. He seemed sleepy even as he opened up his lips to suck at David’s tongue, but he held David close to his hot body and gently tickled his arm with his fingers. “Mm. You haven’t completed your training yet.”

  “Yes, coach. I’ll train a lot.” David gave the purity ring on Raja’s finger a dreamy look. He didn’t regret giving it away. “It was good to wait after all.”

  Raja crooked up one eyebrow. “Who else could have been your coach?”

  David’s lips parted. “I— I mean… if I was looking for it, I’d probably find it. But you found me instead.” He rubbed his cheek against Raja’s beard.

  Raja blinked and let out a joyous laugh. “You’re still very young. And teenagers usually suck in bed. So yeah, you’re better off when you wait a bit, if you ask me.”

  David entwined their legs. “Looks like I had the right idea liking older guys.”

  Raja lazily rolled on top of David and kissed his chin. His eyes and smile were so soft now that he was pumped out. Raja looked so cute.

  “My cock’s worth the wait.”

  David smiled back and kissed him. This night need never end as far as he was concerned.

  Chapter 19

  David awoke to a trail of kisses running down his neck. He smiled, stretching lazily, when the beard tickling his skin reminded him who he was with. Raja hummed close to David’s ear and moved his hand up David’s chest, eventually squeezing it over David’s neck gently. It brought back the memories of that first time they met, in Hunter’s bathroom. Raja had intoxicated David with his confidence, and since then, the feelings Raja awoke in him had broken all the dams that his family tried to put in his way.

  “What time is it?” David mumbled, excited about lying naked in bed with another man, without shame or guilt over what they’d done.

  Raja kissed David’s lips and smiled against them. “Just past midnight. You wanna go out? I wanna show you something.”

  David’s smile widened. That’s what he did now. Got up at midnight. No rules. At least before a Monday off work. He pulled Raja closer and kissed his shoulder. “Like… now? Outside? I’m hungry.”

  Raja grinned and nuzzled David’s nose, pushing the fine hair out of David’s forehead. “We have an hour or so. On the way to the place I wanna show you, we will briefly stop at my clubhouse, and I don’t want to keep the guys waiting. But I can give you some protein in the shower first.”

  That woke David right up. “That’s… oh. New.” He blinked a few times, but sat up. “I could do that.” He could do anything right now.

  Raja grabbed his chin and pulled him into a brief but deep and sensual kiss that set David’s senses on fire. The feeling was gone too soon, but when Raja slid out of bed and pulled on his hand, staying wasn’t an option anymore.

  He followed Raja to the shower and they ended up sucking each other off with hot droplets rolling down their bodies. Refreshed but positively hazy, David stumbled into the kitchen, putting on his briefs.

  “Raja?”

  “Yes?” Raja pulled a plastic box with some kind of salad out of the fridge in his small kitchen. He was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, and so his long, muscular legs and the glorious upper body were a treat for David’s eyes.

  “Can I wear one of your T-shirts?” David grinned, elated by this possibility already.

  “Sure, just take whichever you want,” said Raja, who seemed as organized with his food as he was with cleaning. The scent of bread toasting filled the air, mixing with the rich aroma of coffee.

  David forced back a squeal of excitement and rushed to the bedroom to open Raja’s closet. Even the fresh clothes inside seemed to smell of Raja already, as if washing powder couldn’t remove all of that man’s intense scent.

  There were only a few shelves on the bottom of the closet, with the vast majority of Raja’s clothes hung up and arranged by type. There weren’t nearly as many as David had in his own wardrobe, and, as expected, Raja preferred plain, toned-down colors. David started browsing through the T-shirts, and only some of them had any kind of print at the front. But what annoyed David most was that everything would be so big on him he’d end up looking silly, like a girl wearing her boyfriend’s shirt. More than great for sleeping, but not so good for going out. It was only when he reached the far end of the rail that he found a multi-layered hanger covered with a plastic cover, and the T-shirts he spotted inside were closer to David’s size. Were they very old? Some kind of mementos? Or worse, a memento of an ex-boyfriend?

  He pulled out a black one with, ‘Terror Sisters’ written at the front and a list of tour dates at the back. He pulled it on and looked in the mirror. He’d never really worn much black. When he once bought a black T-shirt and jeans when he was younger, his mom started crying the moment she saw him in them. The T-shirt was nothing like the clothes David usually wore, but he felt cool in it, so he smiled into the mirror and followed the scent of coffee and toast.

  Raja was already waiting for him in the living room, with the food on the coffee table, but when he looked up at David, the smile disappeared from his lips.

  “Oh. You don’t like it?” David stopped midstride, just as he was about to ask how the T-shirt looked on him. He knew it. It was the ex-boyfriend’s. He’d made the first fatal mistake of dating and reminded Raja of some kind of painful past.

  Raja sank his teeth into his bottom lip but called David over with a gesture. “No. I was just... surprised you chose this one.”

  “I’m not as buff as you.” David came closer and wrapped his arms around Raja. “I’d look like a hobo in the other ones.”

  Raja snaked his hand around David and tapped his fingers against his hip as he sipped the coffee. “This one hasn’t been worn for at least eight years.”

  David kissed Raja’s neck. “Have you been to their concert?”

  Raja smirked and picked up the plate that contained two large pieces of sourdough bread covered with a heap of the salad. “Yes. That was my first ever. Got the shirt when I went, but ten years is a long time, so it doesn’t really fit me anymore.”

  David pulled away to grab the other steaming cup, and he couldn’t stop smiling. He’d had sex, and Raja had the purity ring to prove it. “Would you take me to a concert? I’ve never been.”

  Raja rustled his hair, swallowing his food. “Sure. Who do you want to see?”

  David opened his mouth and then closed it. The music he liked wasn’t hard rock or metal like the bands Hunter liked. And ‘Terror Sisters’ didn’t exactly sound like country either. “You’d laugh. Never mind.”

  “Oh, no, you’re not escaping this one,” said Raja, poking David’s chest. “Who is it?”

  “I always wanted to go to a Taylor Swift concert.” David bit into his sandwich to hide his embarrassment, but the heat
was already climbing up his face.

  Raja snickered and rubbed his ears. “Oh, man... okay, I suppose I can do that as barter for your sweet ass.”

  David looked up at him in awe. “Really? You’d go with me?” He’d leap in happiness if it wasn’t so undignified. “Tell me about your first concert.”

  Raja sucked in his lips and then took a bite of the salad sandwich, chewing on it for a minute. It was as if he was trying to delay his answer, but in the end, he shrugged. “Told my parents that I was staying over at my friend’s, but we both actually went to the gig.”

  It seemed that Raja had already had a rebellious streak back then, but David was also now walking on the wild side. Opting out of college, coming out to his parents, escaping from Church on the back of a bike, and happy at his boyfriend punching someone for him. Having coffee at midnight.

  “There’s so much I want to know about you. You’ve done so many interesting things in your life, and I feel like I’ve missed out.” David sighed and stroked Raja’s chest. “I always tried to do everything right, do things the way I was asked to.”

  Raja petted David’s head, but his mouth remained tense. “You’re only eighteen. You haven’t missed out on anything yet. I mean, I’m happy that you are missing out on certain stuff I had to go through. Eat your food,” added Raja after a second’s thought.

  “Okay, okay. It’s very good by the way. Never imagined a biker making salads.” David snorted and stuffed his mouth full of goodness.

  Raja rolled his eyes. “That’s how we ate at home. It’s not a big deal. Just chop some veg in the processor, add sauce, and I have a batch for the next few days.”

  “I have to up my cooking game so I can treat you, because the flower shop will not be paying enough to go to restaurants.”

  Raja glanced at him for a longer time but eventually finished his sandwich and leaned back. “Don’t worry about it. We’re already having a good time.”