Killer Queen

by Serene Franklin

  “I think you can make it from here.” I thumped his chest lightly and he brushed his wild hair out of his face, grinning at me with heavy-lidded eyes that made me want to step in closer and feel his heat against me again. My hesitation only lasted a moment. I blinked a few times as if it would clear my head, then turned and went for my room.

  Warm arms snaked around my waist, halting my progression. Holding me tight, he pressed his forehead against the back of my head and breathed in deep. A low moan rumbled in his throat and sent chills down the back of my neck.

  “Tell me again why you don’t want this?”

  “I don’t not want it, I just—”

  Mac pulled my hair, jerking my head back and to the side, giving himself easy access for the kiss he surprised me with. His lips were soft against mine and I found myself chasing his mouth when he broke the short kiss.

  “Please trust me. This could be so good, dude.”

  “Okay,” I whispered. Maybe I was a little drunk, or maybe I was just really horny—it didn’t matter. Right then I wanted Mac, and all of my common sense and logical thoughts could fuck right off.

  Seven

  Mac

  I froze when my brain processed what I’d just heard. I hadn’t meant to beg him like some desperate loser, but I couldn’t stop myself. And now he’s saying yes? Suddenly feeling remarkably sober, I jerked my head back to get a better look at him in the dim light. “You sure?”

  Dove turned in my arms and slid his hands up my chest. He fisted the front of my shirt and pulled me down into a kiss that threatened to end me. I’d been stealing kisses from him all week—quick pecks more than anything—but this kiss had delivered a message; a message I received crystal fucking clear.

  I hastily brushed my hands down Dove’s body and circled around to cup him under his ass. I gave him no other warning before I hoisted him up and against me. Without me having to explain, he wrapped his legs tight around my waist. I turned and slammed him into the wall hard enough to knock the breath out of him before I claimed his mouth in a greedy kiss.

  There were hints of tequila and lemon on his tongue, as I was sure there were on mine. He tasted great, though his mouth wasn’t what I craved in that moment. I hiked him up a bit higher and secured my hold on his back and ass before I pulled us away from the wall and turned toward my room. Dove wasn’t exactly heavy, but he was heavier than most of the women I was used to carrying, and I wasn’t going to risk dropping him and ruining this.

  He pulled away from my mouth after just one step and shook his head. “My room. I have… what we’ll need.” His tongue darted out and licked up the middle of my lips with a slow, teasing flick.

  “I bet you suck dick like a champion.”

  “Take me to my room, and I’ll show you just how truthful that notion is.”

  I didn’t question his words and headed for his bedroom door. I fumbled the handle a bit in the dark—maybe because I was drunk—before the door opened and I walked us over to the bed. Dove was kissing my neck, quickly turning the semi I was sporting in the hall into a full-fledged hard-on. His mouth felt amazing on my neck, alternating between soft kisses and licks—and a hard-as-fuck bite.

  I hissed through gritted teeth then tossed Dove onto his bed, watching him scramble and sit up. We stared each other down in the dimly moonlit room, both of us breathing as if we’d just run a mile. He slowly grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. I stood transfixed as his hair spilled out and over his pale shoulders and chest. I wished we had light so I could see him clearer, but I wasn’t about to take my eyes off him to go hit the switch.

  Unable to bear merely watching any longer, I scrambled out of my shirt and went for my belt buckle. My coordination was still shit and it took me what felt like an eternity to just get the damn thing undone. In that time, Dove had undone his jeans and scooted over to the edge of the bed. His steady hands stilled my clumsy ones then pushed them away.

  “Let me,” he said, grinning up at me while he undid my belt. His eyes focused on my tented boxer briefs directly in front of him. He licked his lips and hummed appreciatively before pushing the fabric down, all the way to my feet. I swayed on my feet, suddenly feeling lightheaded with all of my available blood in my cock. Dove held my thighs and rubbed his cheeks along my cock—one side then the other. His face was smooth—freshly shaved for his show I assumed—and the drag from his skin felt incredible. He slowly pulled back until my tip was just touching the corner of his mouth, then he flicked his eyes up at me and winked.

  Oh, you cocky little shi—

  “Umph, fuck,” I scraped out as Dove sucked the tip of my cock between his slick, soft lips. Oh so slowly, he took more of me into his mouth until I felt the back of his throat. When I thought he’d pull back he shifted and leaned in closer, taking my cock down his throat until his nose was buried in my pubic hair.

  I rolled my head around then looked back down at him to find him staring back at me with fuck-me eyes. My cock twitched at the sight of him and the slow torture he was subjecting me to. His tongue rolled across the underside of my dick with slow, yet deliberate movements.

  I wanted to thrust. I wanted to hold him still and use him to get off, but I kept my hands up on my shoulders, away from temptation. Whether he sensed my desperation or if he just wanted to, Dove pulled back until just my cockhead was in his mouth, then plunged back onto it, swallowing around me.

  I grunted and fisted his hair with both hands, but I didn’t guide his movements at all. The guy clearly knew what he was doing and I was just hanging on for the ride. He worked me over at his own devastatingly effective pace and seemed to enjoy every second of it. If I moaned, he repeated his actions; if I pulled his hair, he increased the pressure. I’d never been blown by someone with such an attention to my reactions—it was fucking bliss. The best part was that he moaned along with me, like he was the one receiving the best fucking blowjob of his life.

  As much as I hated to stop him, I didn’t want to come without fucking him. I pulled his head back then pushed him down on the mattress. He still had his stupid pants on, so I yanked on the legs and cast them aside. My eyes trailed back up his long, lean, legs and went wide when I noticed he’d gone commando—a detail I’d somehow missed in my rush to get him naked.

  His sparse body hair matched the copper shade on his head and framed his hard cock, looking all-too inviting. He flung his hair over his shoulder and squeezed the base of his cock, slightly pulling back his foreskin, while biting his lip. A bead of pre-cum pooled in his slit, glistening in the light from the window.

  “Fuck, that’s sexy.” My body reacted and I found myself sliding my hand up his leg and kneeling next to him on the bed. His leg hair caught me off guard and my hand momentarily faltered, though it thinned out the higher my hand traveled. It was the strangest thing—I wanted to touch him. I wanted to fuck him, and the idea of doing such had me on the verge of coming. Yet, something as simple as touching a hairy leg caused me to have a moment of pause. It was stupid, and I pushed the thought aside to focus on the alluring guy before me, waiting for me to get my head in the game. That’s all this was, after all.

  I wrapped my fingers around his cock and marveled once again at how the skin glided so smoothly. I stroked him slow to get a feel for him and to see what he liked. His low moans and whimpers served as an erotic soundtrack to my exploration, and I was ready to crank the music up.

  Watching Dove’s face closely, I tightened my grip on him and added a twist on my down-stroke—just how I like when I jerked off. His lips fell open on a wordless sigh and his hips rose off the bed, forcing his cock through my tight fist again. I held my fist higher and he thrust his hips up into it again and again, never letting up on his cries.

  “Stop teasin’ me,” he moaned and rolled onto him stomach, crawling further up the bed on his hands and knees. With his knees spread wide he leaned down until his cheek pressed into his pillow.

  The arch of his back made his as
s look like it was on display just for me—I guess it is—and I gave my balls a squeeze and tug to calm myself down. After a few deep breaths I crawled up behind him and ran my hands over his hips and lower back. His skin was so soft, yet he was lean and firm under my fingertips. Soft curves were replaced with hard angles and it felt different, but no less right or wrong.

  I pushed my hips forward and slid my cock in the dip along the top of Dove’s cute little ass, then back down again and again. As much as I wanted to be balls-deep in him, I wanted him to be right there with me and teased him a bit longer.

  “Mac, if you don’t fuck me in the next thirty seconds I’m going to throw you out of my room and go find someone else.”

  A loud crack cut through the silence as I struck his ass hard enough to sting my hand. “Don’t be a brat. Let me enjoy this for a sec.”

  Dove groaned while I continued my measured thrusts, leaving pre-cum on his ass and back. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom then tossed them next to me. “Come on. I promise it’ll be better.”

  I stilled my hips and picked up the condom, opening it while I asked, “I’m no expert, but I’ve done this before—don’t you need some prep?” I dragged my thumb down his crack and pressed the pad against his hole. “Maybe some fingers first.”

  He twitched against my thumb, and I bit back a grin. Setting him off was the last thing I wanted to do. “Just go slow and it will be fine. And use lube.”

  Fully suited up, I pumped out an ample amount of lube and coated my cock as well as Dove’s hole then lined myself up. I held the base of my cock and slowly pressed against Dove, immediately feeling resistance. When I would have backed off, he pushed back and sucked in a sharp breath when the tip of my cock breached that tight ring of muscle.

  “Keep going.”

  My blunt fingernails dug into his skin as I rolled my hips, working my cock in deeper until he’d taken every inch of me. I stilled and reveled in the intense heat from his body mixed with the sounds of his ragged breathing and moans, some of which sounded pained.

  “You good, dude?”

  He laughed, then winced when he tightened around me. “Don’t call me ‘dude’ right now. Keep going.”

  Atta boy. I ran a hand up the length of his back and gripped his shoulder while I ground my hips into his. Going so slow was testing my self-control like nothing else had, though it wasn’t long before Dove pushed up on his hands and nodded at me over his shoulder.

  I pulled out nearly all the way then snapped my hips forward until our bodies slapped together. I fucked him hard and fast at a pace that was entirely unsustainable in my current state. He took everything I gave and even pushed back to meet my thrusts. I was close to coming from the thought of what we were doing. I was having sex with a guy—and it was fucking great.

  I looked down at the gorgeous expanse of milky white below me and was somehow unsatisfied. I wanted to see Dove’s reactions, and I was pretty sure I wanted to see his face when he came. With that thought in mind, I slowed down and pulled out, ignoring Dove’s protests. I grabbed his waist and one of his legs and flipped him onto his back before sinking down between his legs.

  In a matter of seconds, I was back inside of him and watching his eyes go wide and his lips part on a gasp. His back arched off the bed on the next stroke and he wrapped his arms around me, his fingers digging into my back. His breath tickled my lips and I knew what I’d been missing before.

  I pressed my lips to his, quieting his moans and tasting more of the lemon from earlier. Dove turned away from it and bit my earlobe, making me wince.

  “Fuck me harder,” he rasped in my ear.

  I grabbed one of his legs behind the knee and pushed it up toward his chest for better access, and then let him have it. My hips snapped forward again and again, driving my cock deep into him. Our harsh breathing, his moans, and the distinctly lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, resulting in the best soundtrack to further stoke my desire.

  Pain worked its way into Dove’s expression. He gritted his teeth and hissed while his brows drew together. Fucking him felt completely and utterly euphoric, but I didn’t want to hurt him. I considered whether to stop or ask him again if he was okay. He must have noticed the concern on my face because he cupped my cheek in one of his hands and nodded before sliding his hand into my hair.

  After a few more thrusts, I needed more. I sat up until I was resting on spread knees and pulled Dove’s hips up off the bed and told him to wrap his leg around my waist. He quickly did as asked while I worked my cock back inside of his tight ass. With one hand on his ass and the other on his hip, I pushed all the way in to the root and nearly came when a loud cry forced its way out of Dove. It was unlike any sound he’d made for me, and I wanted to hear it again. I held him tight and drove into him again, receiving the same wanton moan. He gripped the sheets by his head and pleaded with me not to stop.

  Oh, fuck yes. I shoved into him at an unrelenting pace, trying to maintain some semblance of rhythm. Sweat beaded on my brow and dripped from the tip of my nose, landing next to Dove’s hard dick. My thighs burned from exertion, but I pressed on, my orgasm within reach. I couldn’t come without Dove doing so first. My hands on his body felt like the only things tethering me to the ground and I didn’t dare let go.

  “I need you to come—soon.”

  Without a word, his right hand went straight for his dick. I watched him jerk himself off and marveled at the sight. The lean muscles in his shoulder and arm corded with the intensity of his movements, ultimately drawing my attention back to the source of his efforts. He stroked his cock fast and hard without much finesse.

  His body lay in the shadow cast from mine, and I wished I could see him more clearly. I wanted to explore and touch every inch of him, teasing and tasting as I went. But now wasn’t the time for that. Right now, I needed him to come. With the last of my stamina, I pushed harder and faster, teetering over the edge and hanging on with a bruising grip.

  Dove’s hand moved faster, and I heard him curse on a sigh at the same time his body clenched around me. As much as I wanted to close my eyes and let the sensation take over, I kept my gaze on him and watched as his cock jerked and shot thick streams of cum on his stomach and chest. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen and it was more than enough to push me over the edge. My hips stilled as my orgasm tore through me and I emptied into the condom, still balls-deep in Dove’s perfect ass.

  After two more lazy thrusts I pulled out, and dropped onto my back next to Dove. He’d winced when I pulled out. “Are you okay?”

  “I am. Just a wee bit sensitive.” He threw an arm over his eyes while his body shook with laughter. “Jaysus fuckin’ Christ. I don’t think I can move right now.”

  “Dude, same.” Except I needed to get up. I had the condom to take care of and the whole not-making-things-awkward-by-sticking-around thing. My roommate and I just had sex; the polite thing to do would be to go back to my room before things got weird. And I would do just that. I just needed to catch my breath and chill for a minute.

  Why am I so hot? In a sleepy haze, I kicked my blanket off and turned—what the hell? Something was weighing me down, and whatever it was, it was radiating some serious heat. I opened my eyes and blinked away the sleep to see a mess of red hair on my arm and chest. Upon closer inspection, Dove was curled around me from head to toe, sleeping soundly. I moved my free hand over my cock and didn’t feel any mess or a condom. Had Dove clean me up after I passed out? Well, who else would have done it, dumbass?

  I needed to leave. Falling asleep in Dove’s bed was a rookie mistake and I knew better. We agreed that sex was a good idea, not sharing beds and snuggles. Carefully, I scooched over to the vacant side of the bed and climbed to my feet. I gathered up my clothes and left Dove’s room, closing the door behind me and heading to my own bed. I climbed into my cold sheets and closed my tired eyes, hoping things wouldn’t be awko-taco in the morning.

>   The sun was shining, Ol’ Dirty Bastard was bumpin’ through the speakers in the living room, and the sweet sound of cereal being poured into a bowl had me feeling alive and ready for the day. Not to mention the fact that I was over-the-moon about last night. Any uneasiness I felt last night had vanished and I was only left with how fucking amazing fucking Dove had been. He’d exceeded my expectations in every way, and I hoped I’d done the same for him. If he was down for more, I intended to make the next time even better—and it would be with the lights on full blast. As great as last night had been, I knew I could do better for him—for both of us.

  I overfilled my bowl with milk and made a mess on the counter while my mind had drifted to all the perverse things I wanted to do to Dove. Whoops. I quickly cleaned up the mess then took my bowl over to the couch. Saturday morning television wasn’t my favorite, but I put on some sports highlights, vaguely paying attention to the MLB draft while I ate my breakfast.

  “Do you live off of cereal?” Dove asked, startling me.

  I spun around, bowl still in hand, and grinned at him. “When Bry slacks and doesn’t bring me food, usually, yes. I took a bowl down for you in case you wanted some.” I turned back toward the TV and focused on the name and stats displayed before me. Dove looked like a goddamn snack, with his sex-rumpled hair and a rather sizable hickey on his neck. I’d have ended up bending him over the kitchen counter had I kept my eyes on him.

  “Thank you. I’m fuckin’ starved.”

  “Language! It’s like nine in the morning.”

  “Feck off, will ya. Eat a dick.”

  “Meow. Only if it’s yours.” Was that true? Surely, there had to be other guys I could be attracted to. Maybe. Ugh. Sexuality is confusing.

  Dove sighed. I could picture him shaking his head, and I smiled around a mouthful of Froot Loops. “You’re exhausting.”