Come Play: An Erotica Charity Anthology

by Quin Perin

  “Awww, that’s so sweet. It’s also something we don’t have time for.” He grinned. “Run from him, baby. He’ll chase.”

  “But, what if—”

  He held up a finger. “Nope. I know my boy. I know what he likes and what turns him on the most. Let me guess, you ran from him in London, right? Mr. Straight Boy couldn’t have taken to cock like a baby duck takes to water.”

  Shit, now he was just laughing at me. “No, I didn’t exactly run from him, America. Maybe a jog or a slow belly crawl,” I answered. “Let’s just say I didn’t exactly make it hard for him to catch me. Do you honestly think starting now would be a good idea? He’s already pissed at me about something…or lost interest all together.”

  Elijah grinned. “Oh, no, London. He hasn’t lost interest. As a matter of fact, you’re about the only thing that has interested that man since he got home. Whatever you did, you turned him upside down and inside out.” He shrugged. “You know what? Do whatever the hell you want, London. Whatever it turns out to be, Christian’s coming for you. I hope you’re ready to get caught.”

  With that, he swaggered away, whistling like the world was absolutely perfect—like I wasn’t teetering on the edge of making a life-altering decision. Bastard. As I chewed on my fruit, his words flip-flopped around in my head. Run from Christian? Be aggressive with Christian? What would Christian really want? Elijah was right about one thing; time was slipping away from me…from this opportunity.

  My last opportunity.

  My appetite tucked balls and ran as I considered my future. I tossed my plate into the trash and checked my watch. We still had forty-five minutes before our next training session. Since I was still undecided on how to handle Christian, I decided to hide out in my room…no, not hide. I’d nap. Yeah, that was a good one. I’d nap.

  I wasn’t going to nap. I knew that. I would strategize. Yes! Now, that was a plan. I was smart enough. I could strategize on how to win Christian back into my corner. Once he was there, we could determine what was going on in my head…and with my body. As it stood right now, he was all I could think about.

  With the decision made, I made my way out of the dining room and turned toward the huge stone staircase that would lead to the wing where the visitor suites were located. I glanced to my right and saw Christian headed my way, a determined look on his face. His gray eyes met mine and I felt a flush cover my body, felt my heart start thundering, felt my palms start to dampen. A smirk tilted his sexy lips and, instead of thundering, my fucking heart stopped beating. That Christian, the one walking in my direction now was the Christian in London—cocky, arrogant, confident, and sexier than sexy had a right to be.

  Tossing all plans and covert conversations out the window…a lack of confidence on my side caused me to sprint toward the staircase. I took them two at a time, never looking back. A nervous excitement caused my entire body to nearly overheat as I raced toward safety. Dammit, it wasn’t that I felt unsafe around Christian; no, it was more like I didn’t trust myself around him.

  More because of my nerves than my stamina, I was winded by the time I reached the third floor. I bent over and rested and hands on the top of my thighs for a few seconds and then turned right to head down the hallway that housed our suites…after checking to ensure that Christian hadn’t tried to follow me up the staircase. Nope, it was perfectly quiet.

  I squashed down the nibble of disappointment that followed when I realized he wasn’t behind me and started jogging down the empty hallway. I looked back one last time, confirmed Christian still wasn’t there, and then turned back around…and slammed right into his solid wall of muscles. Where the hell did he come from?

  I saw the elevator doors slide shut, giving me my answer, right before he grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the nearest wall. Like every other smokin’ hot time before this one, he trapped my wrists against the wall over my head and then used his more muscular body to pin me between him and the unmoving stone wall. I opened my mouth to…well, I had no clue what I might have been going to say, but he never gave me a chance. His lips crashed against mine at the same time one of his knees pushed between my legs and wedged itself against my cock and balls. With that apparently not being enough, he kept pushing until he had me lifted off the ground and suspended on his knee. His knee pushed against my balls up to the point where pain turned into pleasure. The whole time he worked my body, his lips did deliciously dirty things to my mouth. He tugged my bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard enough that I felt them begin to swell. Then he sucked. Then his tongue slid inside my mouth and started the torture all over again.

  My entire body threatened to burst into flames. I’d like to think it was minutes, not seconds, before I started humping against him, riding the small saddle he’d supplied me with, but I knew it was nothing more than a few seconds. Yes, seconds. Seconds before he turned me into a quivering mess of raw sexual hunger. I wanted him. I wanted what only he could give me. God help me, but I liked how he overpowered me and forced me into submission with very little effort.

  “Look at you. Just as hungry as I remember you being. You’re practically humping my knee. Is this your way of telling me you missed me?” His finger caressed my jawline. “Maybe not me? But what I can give you, perhaps? Which is it?”

  His cockiness should have pissed me off. Maybe it should have, but it didn’t. If anything, it made me hungrier for him. I twisted one of my hands from his hold so I could reach down and push against my throbbing cock. Christian made me ache in ways I’d never ached before. More than anything, he made me ache for him.

  “No, no, pretty boy. If you don’t remember anything I taught you in London, you should remember that your pretty cock belongs to me. I’m the one that gets to touch, to play with it…not you…and definitely not anyone else.” His hand gripped my wrist even tighter. “Mine. Understood?”

  I should have told him to go fuck himself, that I didn’t belong to him or anybody else, but instead of that, I nodded in agreement.

  “Good,” he purred. “Now, let’s talk about how things are going to be while you’re here. You, my pretty boy, played the pillow princess like a damn star while in London. That’s about to end.” His grin turned deliciously wicked. “I’m tired of doing all the work while you reap all the, uh…benefits.”

  Huh? Damn, I hadn’t been prepared for that. I didn’t even know what a pillow princess was. “What the hell do you mean by that?”

  He stepped back and my feet hit the floor. My body automatically wanted me to lean toward him again, to soak up his strength and warmth, but before I could move, he’d spun us both around until his back was against the wall and I was standing in front of him—a position I’d never been in before when Christian was involved. I frowned in confusion and looked up at him. It was usually my back against the wall.

  “Get on your knees, London,” he ordered softly.

  Oh, fuck. This shit just got real. Talk about having to make a solid decision in a split second…

  “W-why?” I asked stupidly.

  He laughed. “Because it will be difficult for you to suck my dick while standing up, London.”

  Aaannnddd, there it was. Boom. Right out there—daring me to back down. I looked into his eyes and I could see humor swirling around in the silver depths. He was laughing at me, didn’t think I would call him on his dare. And that’s exactly what it was…a dare. He still thought I was here to play games with his head instead of exploring a potential relationship.

  He was wrong—but that didn’t mean I was ready to suck cock yet. Fuck. Talk about jumping right off the edge of a cliff with nothing but hopes that there was a net to catch you. So much for fucking getting to know each other, movie nights snuggled on the couch, and whispers of affection. Nope. Straight to his cock being in my mouth.

  In all fairness, mine had been in his. Ha! I guess that’s what made me a pillow princess. He was right; I had just sat back and allowed him to pleasure my body. I licked my lips, both nervous
and excited at the same time…then dropped to my knees.

  Christian

  I nearly swallowed my tongue when Hudson dropped to his knees in front of me. My move, throwing him against the wall, raping his mouth, and then demanding a blow job, had been an attempt to scare him away. Did I want his pouty lips wrapped around my cock? Well, duh. I’d fantasized about nothing else since I’d first laid eyes on him. Did I want it if he wasn’t one hundred percent sure? Absolutely not. I felt my own plan begin to blow up in my face.

  Reaching down, I gripped a handful of his hair and forced him to look up at me. His eyes were dark with lust and bright with nervousness. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing, London? You’re straight. Last time I checked, straight guys don’t give head.” I tried to tug him up, but he jerked his head away from my grasp.

  “Don’t be stupid, Christian. It would be very…uncomfortable for me to try standing while sucking your dick. As always, you’re so very thoughtful of my comfort.” His fingers wrapped around the waistband of my sweats and he started to pull them down. I stilled the movement by wrapping my hands around both his wrists. “Why are you doing this, Hudson? Is it to pay me back?”

  His nose and forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Pay you back? Pay you back for what, Christian? What happened in London involved both of us. I’m a big boy. I could have stopped things whenever I’d wanted to…I just didn’t want to.”

  I coughed, just to try and hide the way my heart had started to thunder inside my chest. “Are you trying to say this is what you want? That you’ve suddenly gone from straight to gay…in the blink of an eye?”

  “Stop it with the labels already,” he growled in frustration. “Does your dick want my mouth wrapped around it or not? I know I’m not going to be the best you’ve ever had, but I know what feels good to me so I shouldn’t be a complete novice.”

  He tried to reach for my waistband again, but I kept my grip on his wrists. “I think the better question is whether your mouth wants to be wrapped around my dick.”

  He tried to pull away and when I wouldn’t release him, his blue eyes snapped up at mine and he demanded, “Let me the fuck go, Christian. Most of the time I get a kick out of you overpowering me but not right now.”

  This time, when he tugged his wrists away from me, I let him go. Instead of reaching for my sweats, like I’d expected, his hands dropped to the band of his own sweatpants. I watched him hesitate for a few seconds, but then he clutched the cotton tightly and tugged the sweats and his underwear down. He didn’t stop until they were bunched at his knees, where he knelt. Once there, he looked up at me from beneath the longest lashes I’d ever seen on a man and asked, “Does it look like you’re making me do something I don’t want to do, Christian? My cock couldn’t get any harder.” To prove his point, he gripped his impressive length at the base and held it upward for me to see. From the slit, a drop of pre come coated the opening.

  “See? I hardly think I’d be leaking my jizz if you were forcing me to do something. I’m so hard for you that it fucking hurts, Christian.” His eyes focused on my crotch as his hand performed a lazy pull on his swollen dick. “Take it out for me.”

  Fuck. How had we gone from me giving the orders to him giving the orders? On the other hand, how could a guy resist when somebody told them to pull their cock out of their pants? They couldn’t. Or at least, I couldn’t—especially not with my London on his knees in front of me…licking his lips. It might have been a completely innocent gesture, but innocence wasn’t at all what I was seeing.

  “Do you really know what you’re doing here, London?” I asked, giving him another chance to back down.

  He grinned. “No, but I’m sure you’ll be able to talk me through it. If there’s been anything at all consistent about what’s going on between us, it’s been your ability to talk dirty enough to make me itch in places that don’t usually itch. I’m not expecting you’ll back down this time. You wouldn’t do that to me, would you?” His lashes fluttered playfully.

  Fuck, but he was my walking, talking, and sucking wet dream. On. His. Knees. In front of me. I wasn’t certain if what I was doing was right or wrong, but I did it anyway. I looped my own fingers around my waistband and pulled them down to my thighs. My cock, hard, hot, and ready, bounced out and nearly hit him in the face. To his credit, he didn’t jump back and scream. No, he just grinned and licked his lips again.

  Those damn lips of his were going to be the death of me. Oh, but what a way to go!

  “Stop touching yourself, Hudson,” I ordered softly as he kept eyeballing my dick. I wasn’t sure if it was because it was the first dick, besides his own, that he’d seen up close and personal, or if it was the Prince Albert piercing, or if it was a just plain frozen in fear look. I leaned over and took both his hands, placing one on each of my hips. His cock bounced angrily, causing some pre come to drop from the slit and dampen the floor. “Trust me, babe. You’re gonna need those hands for me.”

  “Okay…yeah…I understand.”

  He didn’t understand. He also had my hips in a death grip.

  “Open your mouth, London.”

  I heard him mumble something that sounded a lot like “oh, fuck…here we go”, but he obediently opened his mouth. Looking down at him, mouth open and begging to be fucked, I silently counted to ten so I could try and get some sort of control over my lust. I’d love to shove my cock so far down his throat that he’d choke and talk funny for at least a week, but I knew he wasn’t anywhere near ready for that. So, instead of shoving it down his throat, I grabbed the base of my cock and teased his lips with the pierced crown. I allowed some of my pre come to coat his lips, half expecting him to spit it away or gag, but his cute little tongue swiped it away.

  “Fuck, London. Are you really gonna do this?” I asked.

  He rolled his eyes, giving me a taste of the sass that had first caught my attention in London, and answered, “Uh, I don’t know, Christian. What does it look like?”

  Unable to stop myself, I chuckled. “Open wider, then.”

  He opened wider and his fingers gripped my hips tighter. The fact that he was nervous made it all that more exciting for me. If he wasn’t such a virgin, I’d smack his cheeks with my cock, but felt pretty confident he might not be ready for that move…at least not yet. I swiped his lips again but this time, he moved and wrapped his lips around my cock. A soft hum of approval slipped from his lips, but I figured it was based more on him being proud of himself than my taste.

  “Easy, babe. Don’t try taking too much.” I leaned my shoulders against the wall and watched him. One hand kept a tight grip on his hair while the other still clutched the base of my cock. His innocence made my heart do weird things.

  He’d been all I thought about for months—when I got up in the morning, the entire day, what I thought about before going to bed, and in my dreams. Hudson Donovan. He was special. Every damn thing about him was special. At this moment, right now, I knew he was going to be different than anything I’d ever experienced in my life.

  Hudson

  So this was it. I was on my knees with another man’s hard cock in my face. He’d touched my lips and the dampness from his slit still lingered on my tongue where I’d licked it away. I should be turned off, or at least terrified, but I was neither of those…which ruled out the whole me being one hundred percent straight, I could only assume. I was, actually, more aroused than I could ever remember being. My dick harder. My balls aching more.

  More desperate.

  Hungrier.

  Fuck, there was no questioning this. Christian was exactly what I wanted. From beneath my lashes, I looked up at him, and the hunger on his face would have erased any lingering doubts, had there been any. His shoulders were braced against the wall while a hand fisted the base of his cock. The look in his eyes told me he wanted to ram it down my throat, to force me to take it all and pleasure him while doing it, but the way his jaw flexed told me he was holding back. I didn’t want him to hold back
, but I wasn’t an idiot; I would need him to show some restraint my first time.

  “Sure?” he asked. His jaw flexed again.

  I opened my mouth, held out my tongue, and winked at him. That was all it took. His hips gave a hint of a thrust and then the crown of his dick landed on my tongue. And, just like that, I began a journey I never would’ve thought I’d take.

  Slowly I swirled my tongue around the crown and then licked the slit to get another taste. All was good. No panic. Then, because it was what I enjoyed, I used my hand to grasp the middle of his cock and popped the head inside my mouth. It drove me insane when a woman teased my head but wouldn’t give me her whole mouth, so I did the same to Christian. And, from the sounds coming from his throat, he enjoyed it as well.

  “Are you being a fucking tease, London?” he hissed as he pulled out of my mouth. I leaned forward to mouth him again, but he used a grip on my hair to yank me back before I got a mouthful. “Because if you are, I know how to be a tease, too.” He’d let me get close to him but never actually let me take him in my mouth again.

  Growling in frustration, I said, “Okay, fine. I get it. No teasing. Give me a learning curve, would ya? I’m new at this.”

  He choked out a laugh. “I seriously doubt you’re new at teasing, London. I may be your first man, but I have a feeling you’ve been a tease your entire life.” This time, as he held my head immobile, he slapped each of my cheeks with his cock. “Now…be a good boy and show me that tongue again.”

  Since I was used to taking what I wanted, I struggled a tad with allowing him to boss me. Just a tad. Okay, not even a tad. I wanted him in my mouth again too badly to try to draw a line in the sand. Obediently, I offered him my tongue.