How to Catch a Rival

by Ana Ashley

  “Damn you, I have to go to work. Just because he’s not the ice man anymore it doesn’t give you permission to get all perky.”

  In the battle of wills my cock won and nearly made me late for work, so I didn’t have time to stop at Spilled Beans for my usual morning coffee.

  I knew not having a coffee before work was a bad decision. I should have just apologized to Wren for my lateness and got us both a coffee, because neither of us had a moment to breathe all morning.

  I’d come back to the storeroom to look for a Tupperware box for Mrs. Jenkins for the third time when I was pushed up against the shelf and felt a set of lips on my neck.

  “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this all morning,” Wren said, untucking my shirt and his hands roaming over my chest.

  “Don’t we have a store full of people out there?” I asked, not really caring what the answer was as I turned around to kiss him properly.

  “We do, but at the moment I could kiss Mrs. Jenkins for being so picky with her boxes.”

  “No kissing Mrs. Jenkins. Her breath smells of cat hair.”

  “Ew.”

  “Wren…”

  “Hmm.”

  His bigger heavy body pressing me against the shelves was doing all kinds of things to me, so before I pulled my pants down and begged him to fuck me right there, I put a hand between our mouths.

  I felt him smile and then lick my palm, which of course might as well have been directly on my dick.

  “Mr. Mason, we have customers outside.”

  He took a deep breath and straightened up his clothes. I tucked my shirt back in and picked a number of boxes for Mrs. Jenkins to justify the length of time I’d been gone.

  “Oh no, dear, these won’t do either. They’re not the right size,” Mrs. Jenkins said for the dozenth time.

  “What is it exactly you want the box for? Maybe if I have an idea I can look for options at the back?”

  She looked around and then came closer and whispered, “It’s for my late husband’s ashes.”

  I didn’t want to state the obvious that any shape and size would do, so I thought of a different question.

  “Okay, so what is your ideal size and shape?”

  “My David always said that if he ended up in a box it would need to be long enough for…you know…”

  I stared at her before I understood what she meant.

  “Oh…oh! And um…how big was…he?”

  “Nine inches when he was…well, excited. But he was quite girthy.”

  I coughed to stop from laughing.

  “And you want a box that can accommodate David while erm, excited or…”

  “Maybe best, dear, we wouldn’t want things to get uncomfortable in there.”

  “Okay, do you want to take a seat over there by the window and I’ll go see what I can find for you?”

  She patted my hand. “Oh you’re a good boy.”

  I couldn’t stop my laugh as soon as the door closed and I was safely out of earshot.

  Wren came out from the office holding a small delivery box.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “You don’t want to know.”

  He raised a brow.

  “Fine, you asked for it. I’ve spent the last thirty minutes looking for a box that can accommodate the length and girth of Mr. Jenkins’s erect penis. But apparently while he may be picky about the size of the box, he doesn’t mind that it’s plastic with a tight seal lock.”

  “Didn’t Mr. Jenkins die like ten years ago?”

  “Yes, but apparently the seal on the old box is damaged, and she’s afraid of moisture getting in.”

  He shook his head and made a move to leave but not without pressing me against the door and kissing me again.

  Being busy at least made the day go fast because in between stolen kisses and demanding customers I almost didn’t notice it was closing time.

  I flipped the sign on the door and locked it while Wren cashed up, and then did a once through around the store to face up the stock. I’d had no coffee all day and still felt perky and happy. Wren Mason, what are you doing to me?

  “Hopefully you, if you want to come home with me,” he said, putting his arms around me and kissing my nose.

  “Did I say that out loud?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Then I guess you have your answer.”

  “Let’s go.”

  Okay, when a guy asks you to come home with him and he’s been stealing kisses all day and groping your ass every chance he gets, you might assume what’s in store for you.

  Practicing doughnuts for the next challenge wasn’t quite what I had in mind, even if it was the most sensible thing to do.

  “Stop looking like a kicked puppy,” Wren said, reaching out for my hand and placing a kiss on the palm. “You have no idea how much self-restraint I need to not jump you right now, but we need to practice this.”

  “Fine.”

  “Okay, the ingredients are all weighed. Do you want to read out the recipe and I’ll do it?”

  “Sure.”

  I picked up the piece of paper with the recipe and sat on a stool on the other side of his breakfast bar and read out the instructions. For the other challenges the organizers had allowed us to pick our own recipe, but they had insisted that for this one we needed to all follow the same one.

  “It doesn’t seem too complicated, does it?” I asked.

  “No, I think the challenge will be in the kneading of the dough and then not burning them in the fryer.”

  When the dough was well mixed Wren put some flour on the worktop and we each took turns kneading the dough so I had a chance to feel the texture.

  “So now the recipe says it needs to rest for one hour.”

  Wren put the dough in the bowl and covered it with plastic wrap. Then he looked at me.

  “What?” I checked the recipe to make sure I hadn’t skipped any steps.

  “Now is the part that we won’t be doing on the live show.” He came around the breakfast bar and placed himself between my legs. I yelped when he picked me up without warning and only had time to hold on to his broad shoulders and tighten my legs around his waist before we were on the move.

  I sucked on his pulse point and felt his throat vibrating from his groan as I licked and nibbled my way round his neck.

  He stopped and pushed me against the wall. “Keep your legs tight around me.” Then he laced his hands with mine and pinned them above my head on the wall and pressed his lips against mine.

  “I didn’t see any marks on you today,” he said.

  I’d only ever seen Wren clean-shaven, but he probably hadn’t shaved today because the short scruff rubbing against my skin was lighting all my senses.

  “I…erm…makeup,” I tried to articulate. God, this man had the power to render me speechless, which was a true skill, and I wasn’t even naked.

  He kissed me again and pulled back, his blue eyes inviting me to get lost in them.

  “Cheeky. After what you’ve just done I think I might need some myself tomorrow.”

  I bit my lip and batted my eyelids.

  “Sorry?”

  He laughed but then he looked to the door to the left of us. I saw a bed and a chest of drawers next to it. I released one of my hands from his light hold and cradled his face. He looked at me with uncertainty.

  “I would love to,” I whispered into his lips.

  “What exactly?”

  “Anything, Wren. With you, anything.”

  We kissed our way into the bedroom, not bothering to close the door. Well, I didn’t do anything but allow myself to be carried and then placed on the bed.

  Wren’s bigger, heavier body pinned me in place as his mouth claimed mine and his hands got busy undressing me.

  “I’ve waited all day to have you like this,” he said between open-mouthed kisses on my neck and chest.

  “Oh yeah? And what are you going to do with me?”

  “I’m going to drive you so crazy y
ou won’t even remember your favorite color.”

  I laughed. “Too late, and it’s black. You’re going to have to up your game with me Mr.” I lifted my hips to help him get rid of my trousers.

  Wren licked a path from my toe all the way to my underwear. My cock was stupidly hard and I nearly came when he licked and then sucked the little wet spot over my crown.

  “Holy glitterballs.” I panted.

  “I hope not, that shit gets everywhere.” He chuckled.

  My skin was on fire under Wren’s expert touch. I didn’t even know where to put my hands: over my mouth to silence my moans or on his head to encourage him to pull my underwear down and take my desperate cock in his mouth.

  “Fuck, Wren, I need more.”

  “More what, baby?”

  “More you, on me. Skin,” I growled. “I need you fucking inside me.”

  He covered my body with his again.

  “This is it, baby. This is how I want you. So desperate for me.” And then he claimed my mouth as he wrapped his hands around my cock.

  “I’ve been desperate for you since I smelled your perfume that first day. Even when I didn’t know anything about you I felt like my body wanted you already.”

  Wren reached out for the side table and grabbed a condom and a small bottle of lube.

  “Fucking finally. I thought I was going to need to summon the unicorn gods.”

  His stare had enough heat to pin me in place, even if I just couldn’t resist reaching out for my cock while Wren suited up and added some lube to the condom and then his fingers.

  “Confession time,” I said, trying to don my sprinkles-wouldn’t-melt face.

  Wren raised a brow but he found out my secret as soon as one of his fingers entered my tight heat.

  “You’re prepped.” He raised my legs to have a closer look at my pre-lubed hole and then looked at me, his finger going back to the job it had been doing seconds ago.

  I bit my lip and closed my eyes, trying to stifle a moan as his fingers found my prostate.

  “Jesus fuck, just put it in me. Please.”

  The short-lived pain of adjusting to Wren’s size was so welcome I could have cried for him to push harder. I knew I wouldn’t last long.

  Despite the times I’d made myself come in the shower to images of Wren in my mind, the real thing was a million rainbow years better.

  “Tom,” Wren moaned against the crook of my neck where he sucked on my skin.

  I felt the tension in the muscles of his back as my hands tried to cover as much of him as they could.

  “Please, Wren, I need to come,” I begged.

  “Yes…fuck, yes.”

  He put his hands under my back and raised my hips to meet each of his thrusts. The position caused his cock to pass over my prostate with every single movement.

  I’d never passed out from an orgasm before, but there was a first for everything.

  When I came to I was clean, warm, and settled against Wren’s hard chest. I knew he was awake from the gentle way he was running his fingers through my hair.

  We stayed like that for a few minutes. This was normally the time I’d fall asleep but this moment was too precious to lose to unconsciousness.

  “Tom, can I ask you a question?”

  My head rested on Wren’s chest and I played with his blond hairs, feeling as his chest rose up and down with each breath, or caught when I was too close to his nipple.

  “Uh huh,” was all I was capable of since the movements of his chest were rapidly sending me to sleep in my post-orgasmic bliss.

  “Why did you enter the bake-off?”

  “I need the prize money,” I said with a yawn. Wren moved so we were face-to-face.

  “Are you in trouble or something?” The concern in his eyes made my heart swell, among other parts of my body.

  I smiled. “No. Nothing like that. I’m just chasing my dream.”

  Wren ran his fingers through my hair gingerly. “And what dream is that, baby?”

  “I want to rent that empty unit next to Bookmarked and open my own fashion store. All I ever wanted was to work dressing people, make them feel good about themselves so they can go out there and conquer the world.” I looked away when I realized I’d said too much.

  Wren tilted my head back up so our eyes met again.

  “It’s a beautiful dream, Tom, and I can really see you do something like that. You were amazing with that guy in the store.”

  “I thought you were mad because I didn’t sell him anything.”

  He kissed me gently and something inside me changed.

  “No, baby. I just couldn’t react to it the way I wanted to.”

  “How…how did you want to react?”

  “Like this.”

  With every pass of Wren’s tongue over mine the little glitter snow globe inside my belly shook. I liked that feeling.

  16

  Wren

  It took me a few seconds when I woke to figure out why I wasn’t in my favorite alone sleeping position, and that was because I wasn’t alone.

  Snoring lightly and snuggled with his back against my chest was Tom. He was using one of my arms as a pillow and the other was snuggled between his arms. We couldn’t have been closer without me actually being inside him.

  If my morning wood had been at half-mast, then my last thought had done the trick to get it all the way up, and as it was nested between Tom’s ass and his lower back, I wouldn’t have to do much to get some much-needed friction.

  I wanted to touch him, play with his hair, and admire him while he slept, but our position made it impossible. Both my hands were trapped and he was facing the wall, but there was a part of him I could reach that I’d found out last night drove him crazy.

  Tom’s snores stopped and his breathing pattern changed as I kissed the back of his neck. I felt the small hairs rise under my lips and his body trembled slightly. The giveaway that he was finally awake was that he pushed his ass back.

  “Are you going to finish what you started last night?” he asked. His voice still raspy from sleep.

  “I thought we finished last night. And quite satisfactorily, if I remember well.” My dick twitched against his back.

  He turned around and hooked his leg over my hip. His cock was as hard as mine and I remembered how it had felt in my mouth last night when he’d come to the most colorful array of slurs I’d ever heard in my life.

  “You look so gorgeous when you come,” I said, taking his lips between mine and biting lightly before kissing it better.

  “You know what to do if you want a repeat show,” he said, pushing his hips so his cock was trapped between us. He then took his hand from where it was resting on my hip and opened his ass cheeks so my cock naturally drifted between the space.

  “Fuck.” I groaned.

  “Yes, that’s right.”

  We teased each other until we were both breathless and needing more.

  I looked at the clock on the side table and I knew we wouldn’t have enough time.

  “Come have a shower with me,” I said.

  “Noooo, I want more of this, you.” He moaned.

  “I’ll make it worth your while.” I grabbed my cock and rubbed it against his hole, feeling him relax around the head as if he could take it in.

  He got up with reluctance, but when he saw the size of my shower, and that it had a bench, he grinned and turned the water on.

  Once the water was warm enough we stepped in. Tom looked even more adorable all wet, and I took much pleasure in kissing as much of his skin as I could.

  He reached over for the soap. “Sorry, this isn’t the one you like, but you’ll have to agree with me this situation is much preferable.”

  “Tom, are you talking to your cock?” I laughed.

  “Yes, don’t you talk to yours?”

  “Only when I’m on my own.”

  “Well, mine isn’t shy, as you can tell.”

  We both looked down and I hummed my appreciation. To
m had a gorgeous cock, long and thin, framed by a small thatch of trimmed hair. I took the soap from his hand and lathered it between mine before reaching out to his cock.

  “Hmm, fuck yes. God, your hands have the same magic powers as your mouth.”

  “You haven’t seen anything yet, baby.”

  I turned him around to face the tiled wall. The water cascaded down his body like a piece of art, and if I wasn’t so desperate to see him come I’d have stood back just watching him until the water ran cold.

  I lathered more soap in my hands and massaged his back slowly. Every time he pushed to meet my hands I pushed him right back against the wall.

  “Wren, I should tell you this is doing it for me…very much.”

  “Good to know.” I let my cock rub up and down his crease, passing over his hole. He trembled under my touch, pushing back, wanting more.

  I never stopped massaging his back until I reached a point I couldn’t do it standing up.

  “Keep your hands on the wall and don’t touch yourself,” I said in his ear, finishing with a bite and pull of his earlobe.

  I went down on my knees and massaged the globes of his ass. He opened his legs wider and I could see his cock hard and throbbing.

  Tom had the cutest perky ass I’d ever seen, but it was when I pushed his cheeks apart and saw my prize that I knew I’d hit the jackpot.

  I sucked on his balls and then licked all the way up to his hole, kissing it and sucking as if I was making love to his mouth.

  “Holy sacred unicorns, do that again,” he pleaded.

  So I did, repeatedly, until Tom came apart in my mouth without touching himself.

  As soon as he came I stood up and held him close to me. He tried to turn around, but I kept him in place. I stroked my cock over his crease and came seconds later.

  The water washed away all the evidence but there was no denying what had happened from our flushed skins and strained breath. A ding from my cellphone in the bedroom reminded me of the outside world, so we finished the shower quickly, stealing a few kisses along the way.

  “Oh crap, we totally forgot about the doughnuts last night,” Tom said while getting dressed.