by BA Tortuga
Morgan sucked on his tongue, pulling, heat splashing on his fingers as those eyes went wide.
Those beautiful eyes. Max grunted, bucked as he came hard, hips jerking with no rhythm at all.
“What a view.” Morgan hummed, eyes searching his face.
“Yeah.” He grinned, echoing Morgan’s earlier words. “I could sit and look at it forever. With you.”
“Okay. It’s a deal.” Morgan leaned, nodded.
“Good.” He gave Morgan another kiss, sweet and slow. He’d have to make sure they could. Somehow.
MORGAN OPENED the balcony doors, the breeze coming in off the ocean luscious. There was a little wrought iron table, two little chairs, a tiled flower box with bright red poppies that just bobbed.
The lights from the city, the smells of food and flowers and grass and people—it was all good. Rich.
“Are we ordering up or going out, cowboy?”
“Well, I thought we’d order up tonight. Get our land legs back. Then head out tomorrow for a tapas crawl.” Max came up behind him, arms sliding around his waist. He was getting used to seeing things with Max’s chin on his shoulder, those big hands crossed over his belly.
“Sounds good.” He really wasn’t sure his linen slacks were in going-out mode, and he needed to find where he’d packed his contacts. “You smell good.”
“I smell like sea salt.” Max licked his neck. “You taste like it.”
He chuckled, ass wiggling into Max’s heat. “Is that good or bad?”
“It’s good. Fresh. Definitely an aphrodisiac.” Max pressed, and he could tell for sure it was a good thing, so he turned to cup Max’s ass.
“Mmm.” Max purred, the sound deep and husky. “Never seem to get tired of that, sugar.”
He smiled. “If you start to, tell me and I’ll do my best to switch tactics.”
He got a kiss, a bright smile. “No chance.” They swayed to the music of the city outside the window, the cars and people and the wind a perfect rhythm to dance to.
He just relaxed, went with it, let the heat inside them start to grow.
Max kissed his mouth, his cheeks, his ear, nuzzling under the fall of his hair. “Love the way you taste. Love it.”
“Mmm… don’t stop, cowboy. Melting me.” He was buzzing with it, just like being drunk on fine wine.
“Yeah? You don’t feel melty.” Through their clothes Max’s prick nudged his, bumped, teasing him. Just like Max teased him with a hint of teeth.
“You haven’t gotten that to melt yet.” He got Max’s belt open, thumbs stroking alongside the hard cock.
A low growl sounded, Max all but lifting him and rushing them back to the big hotel bed. Flop. The air whooshed right out of him, Max coming on top of him and kissing him hard.
He arched up, half chuckling, half gasping, lips open and hungry for the kiss.
Max rolled with him, tearing at his clothes, getting them both mostly naked. There was the whole socks thing, and Max’s underwear was still hanging off one ankle. Then Max was on top of him again, biting at him. Wow.
“Hungry!” He grabbed Max’s ass, keeping them tight together. Max made his world spin.
“Yeah. You… damn. You taste so good. Feel good.” Max was all over him, licking, nipping, fingers finding his nipple rings, cock against his balls.
“Uhn. Damn. More. More, Max.” He leaned up, bit Max’s earlobe, damn near shaking apart.
That damned growl came again, low and deep in Max’s chest, rumbling against him. Then Max was moving, biting his chest and belly before swallowing his cock.
“Sweet fuck!” He reached back for the headboard, heels digging into the mattress as his hips bucked.
“Mmm-hmm.” The tip of Max’s tongue pushed into his slit, and then those lips closed around him again. Max lifted his balls, rolled them, tugged at his guiche.
“Oh. Oh.” The entire world shorted out, his hips driving his cock into that amazing fucking mouth. “Max!”
Max hummed, sucked, licked, one arm under his hips to lift him so Max could just take him all.
He couldn’t hold back—not with it so good, so immediate. He just shot, crying out as he convulsed.
Every drop was taken in, savored, Max licking him clean. “God, Morgan. Had to have that.”
“H… happy to help.” He grinned, shivered, happier than he could remember being.
“Oh, good. Then you won’t mind helping me with this.” Max moved up, nudged that thick cock against his thigh, smiling, cheeks flaming. The man could still blush like crazy, even when he was making the naughtiest eyes.
“Mind? Oh, cowboy… I live for it.” He took a long, deep kiss. “What do you want? My mouth? My hand? My ass?”
Max moaned. “Yes?”
“Oooh. A three-fer!” Morgan wrapped his fingers around that pretty prick, lips on Max’s ear. “My hands, then this stud. Fucking your cock. Then my ass.”
“Okay….” Sounding breathless, almost squeaky, Max rocked into his touch, little noises coming out that were sexy as fuck.
“Smell so good, cowboy. Make me want it, over and over.” He kept licking, kept dragging Max higher and higher.
“Oh. Oh, Morgan. Sugar. I need….” Squirming, humping, Max pulled back and looked right at him, right in the eye, and shot hard, all over his hand.
Morgan moaned, brought his hand up to lick clean.
“Oh fuck.” His back hit the mattress again with a thump, Max kissing him deep, tongue pushing deep.
Oh yeah. He could live years and years on that hunger, on that need. They tasted like each other, like love, like sex.
“Love you.” Max smiled at him, looking happy as anything.
“Yeah? Good. It would so suck to be alone.”
“It would. Not a worry, sugar.”
Morgan nodded, took another kiss. “Not worried, cowboy. Not even a bit.”
“Mmm.” For that he got tongue and lots of it, the kiss going a little wild.
Shit, Max was going to get him up again, make him need again. Unreal. He wrapped one leg around Max’s hip, keeping them together.
He wasn’t the only one. He could already feel Max, growing hard, pressing against him. Max bent, bit his throat, tongue swirling around the bruise that popped up.
“Uhn….” He moaned, heel digging into Max’s skin. “Shit. Cowboy. Yours.”
“Mine.” Another sucking kiss brought the blood to the skin on his chest, just above his left nipple, Max catching the ring there with his tongue, his teeth.
“Yes….” His hips rolled, lip caught between his teeth. “Fuck, Max. All yours. D… don’t stop.”
“Not gonna. Not one bit.” Sweat beaded and ran, making them slip, hot as hell.
He rubbed, teeth grabbing where he could, lips dragging along Max’s salty skin.
“Want in you this time, sugar. We can save the mouth for later.”
He nodded, yanked Max’s fingers up to his mouth to suck and wet.
Max groaned, body moving against his, cock like a brand against him.
He sucked, eyes closed, hips rocking in time. Damn. Yeah. Max. Love.
“Mmm. Good. Gotta get you ready now.” Soon enough two fingers were in him, stretching, opening him.
“Mmm…. Love feeling you in me.” He met Max’s eyes, leaned up to kiss.
Max gave it freely, lips moving on his, his movement keeping Max’s fingers so deep. “Love the way you feel inside, sugar.”
Morgan spread, knees drawing up, toes curling tight as he nodded. “More. Please.”
“Anything you want.” Max gave him more and more, spreading him wide. “You ready for me, sugar?”
“Yes. Yes, cowboy.” He grinned up into those so-dark eyes. “Always.”
“Good.” Lifting him, spreading him, Max got him into position, pressed right into him, wet and ready.
“Oh.” His breath huffed out of him, eyes rolling. “Damn, cowboy, that’s fine.”
“More than fine, Morgan. More than.” Face set, ,
Max moved, just letting him have it, hips slapping against him.
“Oh. Oh.” He groaned, hands wrapping around Max’s shoulders, groaning at the burn, the stretch.
“Love the way you feel inside, love the way you move.” Oh. Oh. Max licked his throat, bit at it, fucking him with deep, long strokes.
“Max….” He arched, squeezed. “So good. Please. So good.”
“Oh fuck, lover!” Moving faster and faster, Max took him, hands tight on him, teeth hard against his skin. Those wide shoulders shone with sweat, skin glistening. Max’s bald head glinted too, the light from the balcony framing him, making it so damned sexy.
He watched, eyes wide, drinking every bit of it in. The smells, the sight, the heat. Damn.
They moved together, Max opening his eyes, everything just right there for him to see.
It was perfect. Just perfect.
He reached up, cupped Max’s cheek, purring at the heat between them.
Max just purred back, moving faster and faster, finally rocking into him just right, hitting that spot that made him crazy. Max’s eyes went wide, and Max came hard inside him, shuddering, kissing him so good.
His orgasm pushed from him, wave after wave of pleasure pouring out of him.
“Oh, sugar. So pretty when you come.” Max stroked his hair, kissed his nose, just grinning at him.
“Pretty? Me?” He could handle pretty.
“Mmm-hmm. So hot. Makes me want more all the time.”
He pulled Max into a long, slow kiss. “We have all the time in the world.”
“We do. Tapas. Wine tasting. The Alhambra.” That grin was just perfect, Max happy and relaxed.
“Mmm… wine. I like wine from your mouth.”
“Yeah.” So pleased, those cheeks going pink. “I like that too, sugar. I like feeding you with my fingers too.”
Morgan leaned up, rubbing their cheeks together. “That makes me hard, makes me need.”
“And I purely love that.” Max’s cheek was rough against his, those lips soft.
He chuckled, tongue teasing Max’s earlobe. “Love you, cowboy.”
“I love you too, sugar.” Max bent, nibbled at his ear in return. “Count on it.”
“I do.”
And oddly enough? That was the truth.
Chapter Seven
TAPAS WITH Morgan was probably the best idea he’d had in a long line of good ideas. Finger foods in a dark corner of a Seville restaurant, candlelight, strong red wine… damn. Yeah. Max watched Morgan lick those fingers and shifted in his seat, grateful his back was to the room.
“That? Is sexy as hell, sugar.”
Eyes made fake with dove gray contacts stared over at him, Morgan grinning wide. “Flattery will get you sucked off in a taxi, cowboy.”
“Promise?” He wondered if Morgan could smell him or something. With the amount of garlic in that one cheese thing? He didn’t think so. Still, it sounded like a fine idea.
Morgan nodded happily. “I do. Pour me another glass?”
“Sure.” He poured them both out some more, searching for Morgan’s foot with his as their waiter dropped off this yummy-looking calamari thing.
Morgan fed him, leaning over the table to offer him little bites. “Is it good?”
“Yeah. Spicy. Crunchy. Want some?” The dipping sauce was like fire. Max dipped and held out a tidbit, grinning. This was fun.
Morgan nibbled, lips making an O at the taste, eyes wide. “Fiery. More!”
Oh. He liked that look. It was almost the same as when Morgan urged him on during sex. Max nodded, dipping and lifting, watching Morgan’s tongue flick out.
Morgan grinned, lapping the sauce and nibbling, driving him mad as those lips got near his fingers.
“You’re just begging for it, sugar.” That tongue piercing glinted, making him shiver.
“You’re worth begging for, cowboy.” He got a wink, those disguised eyes dancing up to flirt with the waiter, order more house wine.
That was the one thing that jarred him. Those eyes. He missed them. Lord, he was a sap when he looked forward to getting Morgan back to the hotel to get those contacts out before getting him there to get him naked. Barely.
“And you’re worth the teasing.”
Morgan’s foot slid up along his calf, playful. “We need something sweet now, something with honey.”
Tapas had to be the most perfect meal for Morgan anyone could imagine. Tiny servings of anything you could think of. Including dessert. Max ordered a soft goat cheese with honey and almonds and pears in wine. “Can’t wait to see you lick that off your fingers.”
“I can think of better things to lick it off of….”
“Well, I don’t think they do it to go, Morgan.” The man was out to drive him out of his mind.
“Then I’ll just have to imagine….” Wicked, evil little shit.
“When we get back to the hotel, you mean?” He nudged Morgan’s foot when it got a bit too far up his leg. He was never gonna be able to stand up.
“Cowboy, I’m imagining now.” Morgan licked his lips, stud catching the light.
“Lord, Morgan. I’m so hard I hurt.” Well, that was fine dessert conversation. Max buried his nose in his wineglass, cursing his red cheeks.
The look softened, fingers sliding against the back of his hand. “I don’t want you to hurt, cowboy. I’m just enjoying you.”
“I know, sugar. I’m enjoying you right back.” He turned his hand, grasping Morgan’s fingers in his, thumb rubbing. “So much. I think I could feed you tapas every night.”
“Mmm….” Oh, that was a sweet, warm sound. “I could handle that. I like finger foods and you.”
“Yeah. I like it too.” He tried the cheese and honey finally, moaning at the taste. God, there was a reason he loved Spain. “You have to try this.”
Morgan leaned close, lips parted, wet. Hungry.
Max scooped up piece of dried fruit and dipped into the cheese, making sure he got some honey and almond before gently popping it in Morgan’s mouth.
The look on Morgan’s face was pure bliss, the sound deep, low, happy.
Made his balls draw up. Max licked his fingers, tasting Morgan and honey. Oh. That would be a fine thing. Morgan’s skin. Pure amber honey. He just looked at Morgan, just watched him lick his lips. God.
Morgan whimpered low. “I want to lick your fingers clean….”
Yeah. Max wanted that too. He picked up more fruit, cheese, honey. Then he held it to Morgan’s lips.
Morgan took the bite, then licked and sucked at his fingers, eyes closing.
Max moaned low. “Oh, sugar. You’re… damn.” He wanted. Fuck, he wanted to take Morgan to the bathroom and have at it. Made him feel like a horny teenager with a bottle of Mad Dog.
“I want you.” Morgan’s teeth slid along his fingertips, nipping.
“Same here, sugar. I want you. We should maybe get moving, yeah?” Because otherwise the table would be doing some heavy double duty.
Morgan nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m done waiting.”
“Oh, good.” He motioned for the waiter, because they wouldn’t bring the bill voluntarily for an hour, and Lord knew he wanted to get moving.
They paid, Morgan pressing against his side, warm and hard and wanting.
They strolled down the narrow street, looking like casual tourists. Well, if a tourist sported a boner that was trying to just batter its way free. Max gave up and pulled Morgan right into a little dark alleyway, then kissed him hard.
Morgan pushed up on tiptoe, tongue hot as a brand.
Fuck, yes. Max squeezed Morgan’s ass, lifting so they could get more friction. He loved the feel of Morgan against him. Loved it.
One of Morgan’s legs wrapped around his hip, rocking hard, moaning into his lips, encouraging him.
As if he needed any encouraging. Morgan tasted like pepper and honey, sweet and spicy and so good he could kiss the man all day. Well, he could if his cock wasn’t so hard. No way was he gonna make it to t
he hotel. Max sucked Morgan’s tongue, licking at the stud.
One of Morgan’s hands slipped into his jeans. “Want.”
He sucked his breath in, tightening his belly muscles back to give more room. He nuzzled, licked Morgan’s chin, bit his neck.
Morgan’s fingers wrapped around his cock, in slow, jerky motions.
“Oh God.” Max thrust into Morgan’s hand, hips snapping, hands probably leaving bruises, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t let go. He could hear the sounds of the street right there, on the other side of the alley, but he just didn’t give a damn. All he could see and taste was Morgan.
“Yes. Come on, need it.” Morgan groaned, nipped his ear.
Just like that, Max gave it up, coming in his pants, right into Morgan’s hand, groaning loud.
Morgan moaned, took a deep, sharp kiss, little ass rocking in his hands.
Max lifted, hands pressing and squeezing, two fingers finally sliding back to press, even through all that cloth, right under Morgan’s balls.
“Max!” Morgan bit his lips, going stiff, shaking.
“Yeah, sugar. Yeah.” Why should he be the only one with wet jeans?
Morgan’s kiss got lazy, sloppy, that slender body melting against him.
“Mmm. So much for back at the hotel.” Max laughed, holding Morgan tight, letting them both recover.
“Mmm… we’ll still have the hotel.”
“If we get there without getting arrested or something.” Lord, Lord. Morgan made him reckless. Hot as a dog in Alabama in August.
“No arrests. Only fucking. Let’s get a cab.”
Now that was an idea he could get behind, one hundred percent.
NO ONE did tapas like Max.
No one.
They stumbled into the hotel room, just managing to get the door shut and locked before their lips were fused together in a wine-and-olive-flavored kiss.
He fought to get Max’s shirt off, tongue stud rubbing along Max’s palate, teasing.
“Morgan.” Max was fighting too, to get them both naked, those big hands all over him. Max found his stud and teased right back. As soon as his jeans dropped Max had his ass in those hands, squeezing.
