by BA Tortuga
“Me? I Like watching your bones bake, sugar.” He did, he did. Morgan on the half shell. Damn.
He got one of those husky, happy laughs he was learning meant Morgan was pleased and flattered and headed toward turned on. “The rings in my nipples are hot. Feels wicked.”
Whoa. Max looked over at the hairy man and deflated a bit. No way should he be thinking of peeling off the gauzy thing and licking Morgan’s nipples. At least not here. “You’re trying to get me in trouble.”
“No. I’m trying to turn you on, make you want me. There’s a difference.” Bright blue eyes dragged over him. “Trouble would be challenging you to truth or dare.”
Damn. Max shook his head. No one had ever kept him off-balance like this guy. “It’s working. Definitely working. And no way am I playing truth or dare with you unless we go home.”
“Oooh. It could be our evening’s entertainment. I’ll dare you to let me lick cachaca from your throat and the hollows of your hips. You can tell me about the first time you made love.”
Look at the… oh rats. Hairy guy had waded off into the water like a whale breaching and left him to turn over on his belly to cover his erection. “It’s not all that scintillating, but I can sure lick with the best of them.”
“No? First times are sort of weird.” Morgan wriggled a little, ass shifting. “Ours was good, though.”
He couldn’t help it; he had to reach out and slide his hand over Morgan’s ass, just a little. “It was. Damned good. My first time ever was with a girl, though, and pretty damned disappointing. I couldn’t figure out what the big deal was.”
“Yeah? I never have, not with a girl. My first time was in prep school.” Morgan’s ass raised up, just pushing against his touch.
“Yeah, well, I tell you, sugar. In Enid, Oklahoma, you don’t even look at other boys. You don’t think about it.” He petted, figuring out how to get under the gauze so no one could really see and so he could get to skin.
Ah, side slits. Perfect.
“Yeah?” Morgan asked. “Lots of boys do in school; they just don’t talk about it and kick your ass if you do after.”
“Figures.” Oh, that skin was warm, soft, just barely dusted with sand. Hot as hell. “I didn’t tumble to it until I was, oh… twenty? Twenty-one?”
“Wow. By then I’d met Asim, was living in Medina.” Morgan smiled over. “Who was your first guy?”
“Who was Asim?” His own question popped out without any thought on Max’s part.
Morgan tilted his head. “Oh, he…. We met in school. He was the son of a sheik, and when he left school, he took me with him.”
“Oh.” Well, that brought up a thousand and one questions, but every one of them seemed rude as hell. “Mine was a thirty-year-old wildcatter named Poe. He was something else. Turned me every which way and then turned me loose a wiser man.”
“Poe? Cool.” Morgan grinned, wicked again. “Are there pictures?”
“Yeah. Well, not of him and me, you know… but I have pictures of him.” God, that summer on the Gulf’d been something. He could still remember to this day how Poe had tasted.
“Oh wow. Talking about him makes your eyes dark.”
“He was a good tutor.” Max squeezed one of Morgan’s asscheeks. “No one’s even come close to making me crazy like he did ’til now.”
Morgan’s thighs parted a little. “Your hands. Damn.”
“Your skin is like really fine suede. Smooth and hot, and damned if it doesn’t get better when I touch it.” He just wanted… all sorts of things he shouldn’t on an open beach. Max pressed down, gasping as he got some friction on his cock.
Morgan groaned, stretched out. “Oh. There you go with the leather again… kinky cowboy.”
“Am not.” Blushing, yes. Kinky, no. At least he never had been.
“No? You’re making me hard on a beach, that doesn’t count?”
“I’m hard too.” God, Max was gonna go up in flames, if not from the hard-on then from the blush. “I want you.”
“Oh, good.” Morgan scooted a little closer. “I want to lick you, see if I can make you come with just my tongue.”
His hand clenched on Morgan’s skin. “Sugar, you’re gonna make me come just talking about it.” Decadent didn’t even cover how Morgan looked now. Now it was… purely damned evil. So not fair.
“Yeah? That sounds perfect.” Morgan’s teeth sank into that full bottom lip. “I have a list of things we could try. I could ride your cock on the balcony as the sun comes up. Fill the tub with oils and rub your skin until you’re shining. Mmm… trickle honey on your cock.”
Max all but whimpered, hips starting to hump the towel he had spread on the beach. So hard. He was gonna bust. “Morgan.”
“Yeah, cowboy. I’m right here.” One finger trailed across his lips. “Right here wanting you like nothing else.”
“I want.” Yeah. Max wanted to roll right over and grab Morgan and fuck that ass right into the sand. Jesus fuck, he wanted.
“I want you too. Want your mouth. Your cock. Your fine hands….”
Sweat beaded and ran on his face, his chest, sand sticking to his arms as he braced and rocked. He was trying not to be obvious, but shit he was so fucking hard, and the sand shifting beneath him just separated by a few thin layers of cloth…. He was gonna come.
“Don’t close your eyes, cowboy. Let me see it all, please.”
Oh. Max glanced over at Morgan, eyes glazing as he worked to keep them open. Morgan looked so damned needy, so good, and thinking about all of the things Morgan wanted to do with him, fuck. Max came right there, right in his shorts, biting his lip against a harsh cry.
“Fuck, yes.” Morgan panted, lips parted, cheeks flushed. “Yes.”
He was still petting Morgan’s ass. Well, more like bruising it. Damn. Max panted.
“Oh, you… you’re something special. I want to taste you again.”
“We should go home. I need to get rinsed off, but we should… yeah.” He figured he could make the water and get clean, and then they could leave.
“Yeah.” Morgan stood, the gauzy thing just hiding that long, hard cock. “Come on.”
He went, getting up, sorta pulling his shorts away from his body.
Morgan ran ahead of him, giving him something to follow, something to watch.
They splashed and laughed until Max was clean. It was fun. Damned fun, but it was time to get back to the house and get busy. “Ready for that game of truth or dare?”
That gauze was completely see-through now, pierced nipples dark and hard. “You know it.”
“Good.” Taking Morgan’s hand was as natural as breathing. Max tugged him out and they gathered their stuff, heading off. God, he couldn’t wait to try some of the things Morgan suggested.
Maybe a couple three Morgan hadn’t.
THE SMELL of the beans and pork was heavenly, and Morgan was lounging on the divan, naked, dipping chunks of fruit into liqueur, feeding a chunk to Max, eating a chunk himself. He was buzzing, purring, loving the darkness of Max’s eyes.
“So, cowboy, truth or dare?”
“Mmm. Truth.” The pink rising in Max’s stubbled cheeks told him his cowboy might not be ready for a dare yet.
“Mmm….” He leaned forward, licked Max’s lips. “What’s your favorite thing to do during sex? What just turns you on, no matter what?”
“Oh, that’s easy.” Max grinned, tongue coming out to touch his. “Well, it’s not so much anything anyone does. But I like the way sex smells. I’ve turned guys down just ’cause they didn’t smell right.”
“Oh. Oh yeah. You and me? This morning? Made the sheets smell right.” He nudged Max’s tongue with his stud, playing.
“Mmm-hmm. You smell so damned good.” Max kissed him hard, tasting him, teasing his tongue.
Oh. Tart and citrus and booze and heat and salt and Max and yeah. Yeah. Addicted. Lost. So fucking happy.
“Mmm.” The tail end of the kiss was slow, lazy, Max nibbling and ask
ing, “Truth or dare?”
“Mmm… dare.” He dipped a chunk of pineapple, rubbed it on Max’s lips.
“Take out your contacts?”
He blinked, tilted his head. “Okay. I can do that.”
He never did that. Never. But if Max couldn’t handle his light blue streak in one dark brown eye? He should know.
He reached for his backpack, found the spare contact case inside, and slipped the bright blue contacts out, screwed the lids on, and looked over at Max.
Max put one hand under his chin, turning his face to the light. “Fuck, you have blue. Oh, Jesus that’s sexy.”
His belly clenched, lips parting. Oh. So keeping this one. So keeping him. “Yeah? Not creepy?”
“No. It’s. Damn.” He got another kiss, deep and hard, the tension in Max’s body against him speaking volumes. His fingers slid over Max’s scalp, nails just scratching, so light, so careful. Max shivered, rubbing against him, breaking the kiss to bend to his neck and breathe him in. “So pretty.”
“Oh. I….” He smiled, blinking hard, the feel of his naked eyes odd, fascinating. “Truth or dare, cowboy.”
“Truth.” Max grinned, nuzzling his nose.
He smiled, lips brushing Max’s again and again. “Oddest place you’ve ever had an orgasm.”
“On the beach?” They laughed about that, before Max sobered up and thought about it for a minute. “To most folks it would probably be on a rig in the middle of the ocean.”
“Yeah? Was it cool? Do they move?” His father never let him see the types of places the men worked, never took him to see.
“Yeah. It’s like a ship, kinda. And man, those showers? Moldy.”
Okay, ew. He chuckled, wrinkled his nose. “Really?”
“Yeah. It’s just hard to keep them clean. And it’s hard to fuck a guy when if you get caught you’ll get your ass kicked.”
“Like because of the rules or because of the guys?” He grabbed a cherry, dipped, nibbled.
“Because of the guys. God forbid any of them should just admit they might need to get laid.” Dipping his head, Max licked at the cherry juice running down his chin. “Truth or dare, sugar.”
“Mmm….” He lifted his chin, groaning low. “Uh. Truth.”
“Tell me about Asim?” He almost missed it, with Max buried in his throat that way.
“I…. He was the sixth son of a hugely wealthy man. He met me at school and sort of blew my mind. He took me with him when he left school, kept me with him.” He nuzzled against Max’s temple. “We were together two years, and he… how did you put it earlier? Turned me inside out?”
“What happened to him?”
“I don’t know. My father found me. I… uh… sort of woke up in a hospital in Okinawa, and he was gone.”
Sort of.
Max leaned back, looked at him. “Hospital?”
“Yeah. A mental-type hospital.” He blushed dark, looked down. He should have lied.
“No wonder you avoid your daddy.” Hauling him close, Max squeezed him, lips moving beneath his ear. “Sorry, sugar. I didn’t mean to pry.”
“Yeah. He… he gets what he wants.” He pushed close, lips on Max’s skin. “I’m not crazy, you know? I wasn’t even crazy then.”
“Nope, you just don’t fit in the old man’s realm of normal. I’ve met him, like I said. He’s all about his authority.”
“Yeah.” He nodded, relaxing. Max kept not freaking out; it felt good. Made him feel good. “Truth or dare.”
“Dare, sugar.” Max laughed, looked at him expectantly.
“Oooh….” He bounced a little. “There’s a little chest in the closet. Go pick two things out? One to try on you tonight and one to try on me?”
There wasn’t anything esoteric—dildos and plugs, a fur glove, cock sheath, clamps. Fun little toys to entertain with.
“Uh. Okay.” After rolling off the divan, Max padded to the closet and pulled out the chest, then brought it back and set it on the bed to paw through it. “Oh. Uh. Damn.”
God, he loved the way the man blushed. He grabbed a long piece of papaya and sucked on it, watching, admiring the way Max was put together, all strong lines and planes.
Max picked out a plug, fairly small, and a pair of clips, handed them over.
“Mmm… cool.” He rolled the plug between his palms, warming it. He liked this one. It was… comfortable, nice and giving. “Your turn.”
“My turn? Oh. To ask. Yeah. Uh. Truth or dare.” Those eyes had gone really dark, watching his hands on the plug.
“Mmm…. Dare.” He squeezed the plug, kneading it, massaging it.
“Okay.” He waited, but Max never asked, just watched him.
He purred a little, letting his thumbs slide around the base, push it through the web of his fingers.
“I…. Morgan. Put it in? I want to see it in you.” Max stroked the plug with one finger.
He nodded, swallowing his groan of pure need as he reached for the lube in the chest. He slicked the plug and spread, one leg on the back of the divan, the other on the floor. “I have one with a little chain embedded in the base with a hook for my piercing.” He brushed the tip against his hole, teasing himself, teasing Max.
“Oh God. A chain.” Watching, licking his lips, Max reached down to stroke himself, teasing right back. It was erotic as fuck.
“Uh-huh. Pretty and sparkly and perfect.” He groaned, bearing down with his hips, eyes on Max. “Uh.”
“That I would love to see.” Max touched him too, fingers playing the head of his cock lightly.
“We can do that. We can do anything, cowboy.” He shoved up into the touch, coming back harder on the plug, lips parting. “Anything.”
“We’ll do this first.” Strong fingers closed around him, pulling at his cock. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.” Oh yeah. Yeah, cowboy. He rocked between that hand and the plug that slowly stretched him.
“Tell me what you want me to do next.”
“Mmm….” His eyes closed, tongue wetting his lips. “I want your cock. I want to taste.”
“Anything, Morgan. Anything you want.” Max lifted him, eased him to his knees, giving him just what he was asking for. Max’s hands slid right along his back as he knelt, jostling the plug. He groaned, body jerking, lips open and hungry. He was already flying, hips rolling in an instinctive motion, ass squeezing the plug.
“Come on, sugar. Want to feel your mouth.” That thick cock nudged his lips, wet and hot.
He took Max in one slow motion, eyes rolling as his lips slipped, tongue pressing against that shaft all the way. Max moaned, hips bucking up, all that muscle clenching up nice and tight. The plug got another good push, Max playing him like an expert. Max made him dizzy, made every nerve come to life with a buzz and a spark. He could smell Max, heavy and rich and all around him.
He could taste him too, deep and spicy, sliding in and out of his lips.
Things sort of went still and liquid all at once, Morgan’s thoughts derailed. All he knew was Max and him and right now heat, pressure and pleasure and salt.
Max was talking to him, calling him all sorts of sweet names, petting him. He could barely hear it, but he could tell. Max was also moving, trying not to thrust into him too hard, still managing to push up good and deep.
He wrapped his hands around Max’s hips, tugging them together, deeper, harder. His hips were shifting, moving instinctively with the pressure inside him.
“Morgan. Fuck, yeah. You look. Look at me, Morgan.” Max petted his hair, his cheeks.
He blinked up, tongue stud bumping the ridge along the head of Max’s cock.
Max’s eyes were almost as dark as his, clouded with need, looking right into his. He got a moan, a jerk of Max’s cock. “Oh. Your eyes. So fucking sexy.”
He moaned, hand dropping to pump his own cock, mouth pulling hard on Max’s. Oh. Oh fuck. Keeping this one.
Grunting, rocking, Max touched him everywhere, urging him on. Every bit Max could reach
got stroked, pinched, scratched. He grunted, jerked, fist tightening, lips squeezing.
“Morgan!” Max just gave it all up to him, coming like a freight train, fucking Morgan’s mouth like mad as he came.
His body clenched around the plug, seed pouring from him as he swallowed, head just swimming. When the world stopped spinning he was sitting in Max’s lap, being petted, soothed, Max crooning low words at him. Sniffing him, which would be funny if he hadn’t just come so hard.
He lifted his face, lips parted for a kiss. “Oh, cowboy. You’re special.”
The kiss went deep, Max tasting him, probably tasting himself too. “’M just me, sugar. You’re the one who makes me crazy.”
“You do a good crazy.” He sucked at Max’s bottom lip, hum vibrating through him.
One of Max’s legs rose, the thigh pushing on the plug. “Yeah? I like it. Never thought I’d say that.”
Groaning low, he rocked a little, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “That feels…. Yum.”
“It looks decadent. Like something you’d read in the Kama Sutra or something. My balls are gonna hurt tomorrow, I swear.” Max sounded amazed, looked it too, but didn’t stop, just kept touching him, rocking him.
“If they do, I’ll kiss them better.”
Jerking, moaning, Max nodded. “Yeah. I could stand that, I think. Uh. I think it’s your turn if we’re still playing.” They were definitely still playing if the way Max was moving that damned plug was any indication.
“My turn. Yeah. Truth or dare.” He leaned down, licked at Max’s throat, his shoulder.
A low, rough sound came out before Max answered, “Truth.”
“Mmm… love that noise. Where’s your favorite place in the world?” He nibbled some, teeth testing the skin.
“Oh, that’s hard. I like a lot. There’s this place in Wyoming, it’s all green and perfect in the summer, and then there’s a place in Eastern Europe… man, it’s all rock, mountains and stuff.”
“You like the wilderness.” It wasn’t a question.
“I do. You like the city, huh?” Max didn’t sound worried, just curious, nibbling and licking.
“I’ve never been in the wilderness. Only cities, so I don’t know yet.”
