by Sky McCoy
“I have my boss in my kitchen and if I can’t, then he will have to go fuck himself, but then did you see that cock between Eric’s legs? Have you ever seen anything like that?” I questioned. We laughed. It felt good to have someone to laugh with.
“No, but then I wasn’t looking. There’s only one thing I want, and that’s your sweet little pucker,” and he pulled me down and I laid me on my back, when he toed off his shoes, discarded his jacket, sweater, and slacks.
I stared at that amazing-looking man, breathless.
“You’ve gone full commando on me?” I laughed, swiping my tongue around my mouth as I shrugged out of my robe, and laid my legs open stroking my cock. “You want me, then come and get me,” I said fisting my cock to the root, and then up again in a quick motion where pre-cum pooled to the tip of my shaft.
With my legs spread, jerking my cock, swiping my tongue over my bottom lip, I invited Jeremy to claim it and own it. He smiled and leaned on his fists on either side of my face, bracing himself, then looking and fixing his eyes on my lips as I said, “Did you mean what you said to Eric?”
“I don’t say anything unless I mean it. You’re mine, and I’m not going to let you go.” His lips met mine soft and gentle. He extended his long arms and reached to the night table and snatched the lube, then grabbing a condom out of the small basket by the lube. He tore the package with his teeth, sat back on his thighs, and rolled the condom over his powerful hard shaft.
When I glanced up at him, his eyes were closed and his face had smoothed. I wanted to tell him about my ordeal and what I faced, but I didn’t think the time was right, especially when he leaned over me, and took possession of my cock as he opened his large blue eyes and stared at me. It was that moment that I knew everything would be okay between us.
He took my lips hard, parting them with his tongue. He closed his eyes once more and breathed hard and moaned passionately into my mouth. I felt the weight of his cock on my leg. He pulled away and sat back, then leaned forward between my legs, placed his mouth over my cock as I continued to jerk it. I watched him open his mouth wide to fit my cock as he took it down his throat with pre-cum mixing with his saliva, and I thrust my cock as far down his throat as he could take it.
I moaned loudly. The sound echoing in my chest as I fucked his mouth. He drew back, sat on his haunches and emptied cool liquid over my tight ring. He guided three fingers in, and then pulled them out and pushed in his hard length. I groaned and my hole tightened around his shaft drawing him in deep.
Moaning and jerking my cock, Jeremy leaned over me as he hammered into me, his lips touching mine. “Tell me this is it for the both of us,” he said, plunging deeper. “Tell me you’re never going to leave me,” he demanded, at the same time dropping deep inside my body while biting and sucking my neck as I listened to him groan. Each time he drove deeper inside.
“I will never leave you.”
He raised my legs and placed them on his shoulders and pounded my hole as he went deeper, and I pulsed, taking as much of him as possible.
“I hope you never want to leave me,” I asked for reassurance.
“Never,” Jeremy whispered, as he pounded his groin against my ass cheeks, deepening his plunge into my hole. I released my shaft from my fist and I grabbed his muscular arms with both hands as my arousal flowed through my body causing my legs to shake, my balls to tighten, and I dug into his back because there was no way I could hold it in any longer, and ropes of cum released with a gush, spilling from the slit at the head of my cock onto Jeremy’s chest.
When his breathing accelerated, and his eyes were half-lidded, I felt his warm cum spill inside the condom. He fell on top of me and I winced. “What’s wrong?”
“I have something to tell you.” He rolled onto his back and he pulled me on top of him. When I opened my mouth to speak, my phone on the table rang. When I glanced at it, I was trying to decide whether to answer. When Jeremy glanced at me, the text came in. I shrugged and read the text:
Christian: Call this number to make an appointment to see the oncologist.
My heart sank and I glanced over at Jeremy.
“It’s nothing. Not important. Let’s lie in bed all day and order something to eat. Do you hear the door closing?”
Phillip and Eric had finally left to go to work.
“Then we can go over to my place, relieve Parker and give him a few hours off, play with Jacqueline, and maybe change a diaper to get into the habit—”
I had to interrupt him.
“Sounds kind of domesticated to me. I never knew you had it in you, not that I have anything against it. I just didn’t think I’d ever find a man that wanted what I wanted.”
“What do you say if we make plans for a wedding?” My eyebrows raised. “I have a large home that’s going to get awfully lonely for me if I can’t get the man I love to marry me. And it looked to me like Eric and Phillip aren’t going anywhere soon.”
Unfortunately, I knew Jeremy had to be right about those two.
“Do I have to marry you to live there?” I joked.
“No, but it makes things simpler, and it helps when Jacqueline begins to talk and knows who you are. I want her to know that she has two fathers, and not one father, and an Uncle Dorian.”
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Book 3 Fascination Novel
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Chapter 1
Dorian
How could I have been such an idiot? Everything I’d ever wanted had been right here sleeping with me, my butt pressed against Jeremy’s hard length, one of his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and the other one between my legs. I didn’t want to face him because I didn’t want him sucking my nipple getting me hard, and I’d tried to hide that I’d been sore where the biopsy needle had entered. It had finally healed, but was still somewhat sore and worrisome to the touch.
Jeremy had kissed my back, nipped my shoulder, and whispered in my ear in the middle of the night, saying, “Turn around a
nd let me see your face, Green Eyes. I want to make sure I’m not dreaming.”
Jeremy had been so passionate, caring, and sensual since I’d been with him this past week. However, I’d been aloof and distant, except when we slept together.
I’d turned and we smiled at each other. He’d pulled me close where our cocks met, slick with pre-cum, and hard against the other. Jeremy threaded his fingers through my hair. “You’re so beautiful, Green Eyes. We can’t go through another gut-wrenching breakup. I don’t think I can handle it again.”
Jeremy placed his hand over my stubble and kissed along my jaw, and I moved closer, sliding into his hard chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we kissed and he held me closer where I could feel the thumping of his cock against mine as he groaned into my mouth.
It had been wonderful living with Jeremy for these few days, and I’d forgotten about everything including what I didn’t want to face—the doctors and what they might tell me that would send my world crashing about me, and spinning out of control—and then I’d revert to being me, doing something typical and stupid.
I’d needed time to myself and Jeremy gave me that when he decided to go into work each morning, even though all he’d wanted to do was lie in bed with me, and cuddle.
I’d craved that too, but both he and I knew that I didn’t want to be at my apartment now that I had two unwanted and unneeded visitors who I’d probably have to dispossess soon, especially since they didn’t know when to leave. Eric and Phillip had turned my quiet comfortable apartment into a honeymoon villa without a maid.
The few days I’d gone there to collect my mail, I had to clean and place dishes into the dishwasher, and the smell of dried cum on their clothes and old Chinese food left in boxes, I didn’t know what smelled worse.
After I’d cleaned up, I’d text Phillip and received one in return.
Dorian: Phillip, clean up your fucking shit and stay out of my bedroom and off my bed. There’s no maid here. PS when are you leaving?
Phillip: You are such a bitch, Dorian. You act as if you’ve never seen a dirty house.
Dorian: You are one to talk, you arrogant homeless bastard. The only bitch I’ve seen is the one who’s being fucked by Eric.
Phillip: That hurt Dorian. Kick a man when he’s down.
Dorian: You asked for it with that bitch comment.
Phillip: I’m sorry Dorian. I’ll do better.
I’d known Phillip longer than most men I’d dealt with over the years, and certainly longer than Jeremy. I knew Phillip would say anything and go back to what he’d been doing before. He never liked to change a routine, and his routine was if he didn’t have time to clean or finish a job, fuck it. It’d get completed when he felt like it.
To keep my sanity and to keep from committing murder, I decided to stop going around to my apartment so frequently as long as Phillip and Eric were there. However, the longer I stayed away, the more they took liberties. Jeremy had said that I should go there and pack my things and come with him because the house would be finished, and our new furniture and appliances would be installed in a matter of days.
When I knew that Jeremy had gone to work, and Parker had taken Jacqueline out with him, I would pace the floor in Jeremy’s condo, clean, and pack boxes of Jeremy’s things to give away or have them available for the movers.
I did everything I could to take my mind off of my fears.
Jeremy didn’t know why I’d encouraged him to go in to work instead of staying with me, and I couldn’t bring myself to tell him. I didn’t want it to appear as if I’d cry on his shoulder. I didn’t want to seem weak, but there was no other word to describe my state of mind.
Nevertheless, Jeremy would distract me each morning before he’d leave for work. He had this look in his eyes and he’d say, “I want to bend you over the bed, or the couch, rim you and then push my cock deep into your tight little hole without lube or a condom, but your screaming might wake the baby, and, heaven forbid, if Parker heard someone in the bedroom scream, he might kick the door down,” Jeremy joked. We both would laugh at the thought of that picture, and he’d spank me lightly on the ass before he’d left for work with me lying nude from the waist down. Lately I’d worn one of Jeremy’s tees to bed to hide the tiny mark that had been left from a puncture.
I’d been with Jeremy a week and I had been running out of clothes. Since we were to move together shortly, I needed to go home and pack some things, but knowing I’d been here with the man of my dreams, kept me from going there and having to deal with Phillip and Eric and seeing the mess they’d left, which was why I’d texted Phillip after my first visit.
They had overstayed their welcome. I’d done and said everything I could to persuade them that they didn’t want to be there. That they should have had their own place by now. However, Eric and Phillip were like distant relatives who came for one night, but stayed for years. When I moved in with Jeremy I wanted to have some cash of my own and I’d planned to sell the apartment. I had made that known to Phillip.
Phillip acted like a brother who wouldn’t take no for an answer. The way he’d taken over my apartment, he probably thought he had squatter’s rights of some kind, since it first belonged to him. Perhaps fucking Eric when I’d been in Europe at a conference, at his insistence, had brought back fondest memories for him, and he didn’t want to give that up.
Nevertheless, I decided to make a visit hoping when I went home to pack, they’d be gone. I didn’t relish watching Eric and Phillip’s self-satisfied, unappreciative looks, as if I was the one intruding whenever I put my key in the door of my apartment.
I had been the one to do Phillip a favor, and saved his ungrateful ass from humiliation in front of Eric. Phillip had managed to avoid one disaster after another with Eric, and I had my own adversity waiting to happen if I didn’t take care of it soon.
ANOTHER DAY HAD COME and gone, and I didn’t realize that time had passed so quickly and I hadn’t called the doctors. It was as if I wanted to do everything else but face my fears. I thought Phillip said that “showing up was the hardest part.” I remembered him using that adage when he wanted to convince me to go to Europe so he could have unrestricted time to fuck Eric.
He’d added in his thoughtful statement, “and that’s what separates the men from the pussies.” He’d said it to me when I’d refused. Now that was a joke. Phillip never had a deep thought in his life. If he had, he wouldn’t be with Eric and he’d been the biggest pussy of all, or allowed Eric to make him one.
Because I’d thought I was in love and I wanted to prove something to Phillip, I went, and the rest was history.
I guessed I’d take my place with the pussies this time because I was a coward. Not a coward with men, but with my own mortality.
Turning over, I watched the clock, it was 7 a.m., and my phone lay nearby on the table along with a lamp, a bottle of lube, and condoms still in an unopened box, with the phone dead, facing me as if it was a predator waiting to swoop down on a dying animal.
All I had to do was pick up the phone and make an appointment to see the team of doctors assigned to my case, and all my fears would be over. But I wasn’t ready to face that. I hadn’t thought about how I would tell Jeremy yet.
I just wasn’t ready to have my world turned upside down. I’d convinced myself that I wasn’t prepared.
I’d either throw myself off my balcony, I chuckled at the thought. I didn’t have a balcony, I was on the second floor and the apartment was surrounded by bushes. No doubt, I’d probably land in poison ivy, my skin would swell, and I’d look hideous when someone found me, so that was out.
If I gotten a diagnosis I couldn’t handle, and had to live with the results, I’d eventually tell Jeremy what had me upset, and act like a man. My father and mother had tried to drum those words into me. Their words had never left me, and for the life of me, I tried to act as a man would, but what does that really mean?
Didn’t a man protect his family? My father never protect
ed me. He sent me away when I needed him the most. When I needed him to understand and explain to me what was going on inside of me. I was a teenager for fuck’s sake.
I remembered that day as if it was now, but I’d been an adolescent, and I’d been caught by my father in our back yard kissing a boy. I always wondered what happened to that boy. I knew what happened to me. My father tried his best to heal me with constant Bible verses, but never understood me, and my mother had said that she was praying for my soul. It wasn’t my soul that needed praying for, but my mind and body when they’d sent me out on a cold rainy day to live on the streets.
Listening to the shower, I expected Jeremy at any moment, dressed and ready to leave for work. He’d been respectful of my not wanting to have sex even, as he’d been tired himself, but being near each other had only intensified our desires.
I tried to mitigate his longing for the inside of my body by going down on him, sucking him until he gave up his cum three times, a record for me. However, by the look on his face, his mouth ajar, his eyes appeared to stare at me in confusion as if to say, “What did you do to me?” But he never voiced it.
He reached for his spent cock, narrowed his eyes, confused, and angry with himself because he’d been so hungry for an orgasm, that he’d forgotten that he set out to fuck me, and through it all, he’d come so many times that when he pulled me up to kiss my lips, and I felt his cock against my leg, it felt limp and lifeless, and that was a first for him.
Chapter 2
Dorian
My lips were swollen from sucking his cock so many times when he reached for my face with both warm palms and brought me up to face him, then he gave my puffy lips a sweet warm kiss to show me his appreciation, yet a blowjob wasn’t what he had wanted, and I would have to eventually get it together and give the man what he’d desired—losing his mind as he hammered deep inside my hole, and not another blowjob.
