Lost to the pleasure from Mac’s tongue, I missed that his hands had traveled down to the waistband of my pants. He flicked his eyes up at me without stopping his tongue’s assault, and I knew what he was silently asking. I lifted my hips long enough for him to yank my pants down. Gravity took care of the rest and they fell from my dangling feet.
Mac pulled back from my chest and ran his hands from my knees to the tops of my thighs, brushing his thumbs along the crease on either side. “Fuck, dude. Do you ever wear underwear?”
“You’re not in a position to lecture me over kex.”
“Don’t get me wrong—I think it’s incredibly hot that you’re free-ballin’ it.” His eyes dropped from mine and settled on my hard cock. I wanted to squirm under his stare, but I held my ground. Fucking me in the dark while we were drunk was one thing, but this was different. With the lights on and both of us—mostly—sober, there would be no getting around the fact that I was a man. That first time he kissed me and stroked my cock could even be ascribed to a momentary lapse, confusion, and general horniness. I knew it was a stretch, but I had to believe it was a possibility so that it wouldn’t hurt when he came to his senses and decided he’d satisfied his fleeting curiosity.
I held my breath while I waited to see how this would go. Mac’s normally carefree face looked so serious as he stared down at my now leaking cock.
Whatever lingering doubts I had about Mac shattered the moment he leaned in and closed his lips around the tip of my cock. I bit down hard on my knuckle to keep from making too much noise. I was usually able to keep myself under control, though that control crumbled whenever Mac was concerned.
Mac sucked harder on the tip, and I felt like I was going to bite through bone. He pulled off with a pop then pulled my hand away from my face. I opened my eyes to see him staring back at me while he leisurely stroked my cock.
“I want you to be loud. It’s fucking hot, and I like knowing what’s good for you.”
My skin flushed, only in part due to my arousal. I felt it creep all the way to the top of my chest, burning me from the inside. Mac smirked at me then ducked his head down, guiding my cock back into his mouth. He took more of me this time, though he focused his attention on my cockhead, licking, sucking, and twirling his tongue. He went at it like he was eagerly sucking a lollipop for the first time and couldn’t get enough. His actions were sloppy and unskilled without a sense of rhythm or any discernable pattern. Even so, his enthusiasm was almost too much. I was on the verge of coming after less than a minute. I’d be fuckin’ scarlet if that happened.
I asked him to slow down, and he went faster. My cries of pleasure belied my words, and he knew it. The bastard. When my orgasm was within reach, I tried to warn Mac. He’d started massaging my arsehole, and my words got jumbled in my throat. Not giving him warning on his first time would have been a shite thing to do. On the edge and unable to think of anything else, I yanked his head back just as hot ribbons of cum shot from my cock, landing on his face and in his hair.
“I’m so fuckin’ sorry,” I panted. “I made a complete haymes of ya.”
Mac cupped my balls then licked me root to tip, making me shiver due to oversensitivity. He swiped his thumb over the corner of his mouth, collecting the cum that had landed there. He pulled his hand back and regarded the mess before shocking me, and licking his thumb clean.
“You taste different than me.”
“Pardon?”
“Your cum. It tastes different than mine,” Mac clarified. “I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I like the way you taste.”
His words made my skin break out in goose bumps. I looked away from him, perhaps more violently than necessary. “I’m not gonna thank you for sayin’ that.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to.” I could hear the amusement dripping from his voice and picture the cheeky smile on his handsome face.
A firm yank on my legs caught me off guard, and drew me to the edge of the counter. “What the hell are you—”
My words were cut off by Mac pushing my legs up toward my chest, and the scrape of his scruff on my most sensitive skin. His tongue made a slow pass over my arsehole, making me jump and gasp. Mac’s strong arms wrapped under my legs and held me in place while his tongue worked me over, shocking me yet again. Mac alternated between probing with his tongue, light swipes, and nips to the surrounding skin. My cock stirred back to life like it was Easter fuckin’ Sunday, then Mac pulled back, giving my sack a gentle nip along the way.
“I’m not done with you yet. Your room or mine?”
“Mine.”
“Hang on.” Mac scooped me up and held me against his chest. I wrapped my shaky legs around him, and kissed him, tugging on his bottom lip.
“I am fully capable of walking, you know.”
“Shh. Kiss me, and stop acting like you don’t love this.”
I did as much, and rolled my hips, sliding my cock against his stomach. Why is he still fully clothed? I remedied that when we got to my room, ripping his shirt off before he set me down. I went for his belt while he backed me against the bed until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. Without a doubt, Mac was an alpha type of guy, inside the bedroom and out. He knew what he wanted and he had no issue taking it. I enjoyed that the first time we had sex, but I had other ideas now. I was not some ragdoll-twink he could just toss around and use—not all the time, at least.
I spun us around, and pushed him onto the bed. I told him to take off his pants then scoot up to the headboard, and smacked his hip when he took too long to move. He stared at me with wide eyes for a few moments before doing as instructed. I felt his gaze heavy on me as I moved to the nightstand and retrieved a condom and lube.
“What are you up to?” he asked with a cheeky playfulness in his voice.
I tossed the supplies next to him and shamelessly raked my eyes up and down his body. He was blond all over, and looked like a golden god sitting there with his eyes on me, stroking his thick cock. “You’ll find out. Put that on,” I said, nodding toward the condom.
Mac tore the package open with his teeth then skillfully rolled the condom down his length, giving the base a firm squeeze. “D’you want this?”
“Easy there, dude. Don’t forget the lube.”
Mac slicked up as I kneeled on the bed, never taking his eyes off mine. He looked at me like he was stalking his prey, though he was about to discover that this was my hunt. “Hands up. Hang onto the headboard and don’t let go.”
With an amused grin, he lifted his hands and gripped the headboard. I swung my leg over his hips so that I straddled him. His strong, thick thighs made it a bit of a stretch, but I managed. With my hands pawing at his chest, I rolled my hips and felt his cock slide against my arse. Unable to drag this out, I reached behind me and held him at the base while I slowly sank down onto his cock. It was easier with lube, but Mac was a hung bastard, and I couldn’t escape the pain and burn of being stretched wide. I knew from experience that it would fade and focused on keeping my breathing steady to aid with that.
Mac tried to move a hand down, and I swatted him. “I told you not to move.”
“Ow. You’re a volatile kitty today,” he replied, moving his hand back to the headboard.
I cocked an eyebrow at him and drew my nails hard down his chest, catching a nipple. He jerked involuntarily, driving his cock in deeper, making both of us gasp. I kept that momentum and began making small circles with my hips until I was stretched enough to fuck him like I wanted to. I kissed him while my hips continued their slow, tortuous pace. Mac whimpered into the kiss when I tweaked his nipples, which was a fuckin’ deadly sound. To his credit, he kept still beneath me, even though I could tell he wanted nothing more than to flip me over and pound me into the mattress. His darkened eyes when I pulled back confirmed as much.
With one hand around the back of his neck and the other on his chest, I rolled my hips forward and back, faster and harder than before. Once I worked up a good rhythm, I leaned bac
k and rested my hands on Mac’s thighs for support while I moved. The new angle had his cock nailing my prostate, driving me crazy.
Several veins in Mac’s forearms were visible as a result of how hard he was hanging on to the headboard. I hadn’t expected him to last this long without moving, and wanted to show him my gratitude. I wildly bucked my hips, the sound of my cock slapping against my stomach momentarily drawing Mac’s attention away from my face. As he stared at my cock I felt both self-conscious and even more turned on. He licked his lips, and that was it for me. I came hard, shooting all over his chest. My legs burned, and I felt like I was going to pass out from the overwhelming feeling of euphoria washing through me, but I kept moving until Mac’s climax barreled through him about a minute later.
The muscles in his arms and abs flexed as he pulsed inside me, while his face held a look of concentration that morphed into bliss. With his cock still buried in my arse, I carefully sat forward and kissed him, twining my fingers around the back of his neck while my thumbs traced his jaw. I kissed along his cheek until I reached his lobe, which I teased with my tongue.
“You can move your arms now.”
His arms instantly wrapped around me, pulling me flush against his chest. He buried his fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp, and gently tugging while he rubbed his cheek against mine. Our lips met, and the kiss was a flurry of tongues and heat that made my toes curl. No one had ever played with my hair the way Mac liked to, and I fuckin’ loved it.
Mac drew back first. Huffed with a smile, and rested his forehead against mine. “Dude. Fuck. You totally just made me your little bitch.”
A laugh rolled through me, making me wince when I realized Mac was still semi-hard inside me. I slowly lifted my hips, letting him slide free, before scooting a bit higher and lowering myself back down. “Aye, I did.”
“Feel free to do it again any time. The whole no-touching thing was a bit painful, but you made it worthwhile.”
Again. Right. “About doing this again—we need to have a chat about that.” I rolled off of Mac and pulled the sheet up to my waist.
“Yeah, okay. Fun time’s over.” Mac looked down at his chest, running his thumb through some of my cum. “Goddamn. You really messed me up today. Do you mind if I use your bathroom for a sec?”
“You do look a bit manky,” I teased. “Go ahead.”
Mac swatted my hip then got up. I watched his gorgeous arse as he walked into the jacks. When I realized he wasn’t going to close the door, I turned away. I wanted to watch him, but I wasn’t a fuckin’ perv, and it felt wrong. He returned a minute or two later and hopped into bed, wiggling in under the sheet. I bit back a smile at his boyish nature.
“All right. I’ll start. I’d like this to be a regular thing. Fucking you is even better than I dreamed it would be, and so long as we’re both satisfied, I think we should keep this going.”
I nodded, taking in his honest words. “I agree, though I need some rules.”
“I’ll adhere to whatever you say.”
“Mm, so trusting. First, no marking me on my neck or anywhere else that’s easily visible.”
“But you like it. I know you do.”
“Even so, if people see me with massive fuckin’ hickies, there will be questions. That brings me to my second rule. Aoibheann cannot find out. I’m not asking to be your dirty little secret, and I won’t treat you like mine, but a bit of discretion would be appreciated. Lastly, this arrangement is nonexclusive. I don’t expect you to stop fucking around with women, and I don’t want you to feel guilty for doing so.”
Mac cocked an eyebrow at me. “And if I want to fuck other guys?”
My gut reaction told me to pin him and shout “no.” The idea of Mac with other guys felt… wrong. I had no claim to the guy, but I hadn’t considered that he might want to try out his newly uncovered sexuality with multiple partners. How foolish of me. “You’re free to fuck whoever you want. As am I.”
“Duly noted.”
“Do you… want to sleep with other guys?” I hated that I asked the question, and how it made me sound.
He shrugged, then reached over and twirled my hair around his index finger. “I don’t think so. I can’t yet imagine walking up to a guy and asking him if he wants to fuck. That seems…” He sighed. “I don’t know how it seems.”
“You didn’t seem to have any confidence issues when you kissed me and told me you wanted my arse.”
Mac snorted a laugh and bowed his head. “That’s totally fair. So, how are we going to signal that we’re good to go? Should I text you or just ask?”
“Really? A fuckin’ text? Just come at me. If I don’t want it, I’ll let you know.”
“Okay. You can do the same.” His fingers in my hair stilled, and he worried his bottom lip. “Um, one last question. Were you serious before about the fisting comment?”
My mouth involuntarily went slack, and I gasped. “Absolutely no fisting! Unless it’s my fist goin’ up yer arse, you can forget about that shite idea.”
His eyes went wide, and he yelped. He actually fuckin’ yelped. “Fisting is off the table—forget I mentioned it.”
“Good. Now get out of here so I can sleep. I’m knackered.” I turned onto my side, and hugged my pillow to my chest. The bed dipped behind me, followed by Mac’s lips on my shoulder, and his fingers stroking my hair. He wished me a goodnight, then left.
I woke to the now familiar sound of Mac’s music. It wasn’t as loud as he normally had it, though it never was if I was still sleeping. I showered then went out to greet him, pleased to find a bowl filled with Froot Loops on the counter. Mac was sitting on the couch with his back to me, munching away on his breakfast. I added milk to my bowl then joined him on the couch.
He smiled wide at me, and we ate in a comfortable silence to the soundtrack of Mac’s tacky rap music, and it was oddly enjoyable. As one song neared its end, Mac tapped away on his phone, then turned and grinned at me as “Luxurious” by Gwen Stefani started playing. I snorted and set my bowl down before I gave his arm a shove.
“Nice choice,” I remarked.
“You think so? I’m trying to get in your pants, so I hoped it would work.”
I lunged at him, climbing into his lap and kissing him fiercely. Mac wrapped his hands around me and flipped us, so I ended up flat on my back on the couch. He pinned me with his body while his mouth became intimately acquainted my mine, and every bit of skin he could reach. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to his touch.
He cupped my balls over my pants, and I pushed my hips into his palm for more. As he snaked his fingers under the waistband of my pants, I heard loud clicking on the floor, then felt something wet and cold on my cheek.
My eyes shot open as Eli’s dog licked my face before going crazy on Mac’s. Mac sat up, laughing and wiping off his face as the smile fell from mine. Prince wouldn’t be here without Eli. I pushed Mac off of me and shot to my feet, straightening my clothes and adjusting my hard cock. Bryan stood in the entryway holding a plastic container and a black duffel bag. He grinned at me knowingly as Eli closed the door behind them. I faced Mac and hollered for him to turn the music down because we had company. He froze, suddenly seeming to realize what Prince’s presence meant. He turned the music down then jumped over the back of the couch, meeting Bryan in a tight embrace.
“I’m sorry, dude. I didn’t know you guys were coming by.” He pulled back from Bryan and headed for Eli, pulling him into a hug and ruffling his short brown hair.
“I reminded you last night, though it seems you were a bit distracted,” Bryan replied in an amused tone.
Eli stood close to him and held out a second plastic container. “Hello, Dubhlainn. We brought some cupcakes and macarons for you and Mac. Bryan made them last night.”
I stepped forward and took the container from him, thanking him. I took it over to the counter, along with the one Bryan held. I didn’t know either of them well, though I had nothing but good views of either of them.
I knew Eli through my sister. They’ve worked together for years, and are best mates. Eli has joined us on many holiday dinners over the years. He was a quiet guy, but once he met Bryan he started to open up. Bryan was, shite, Bryan was hot. Tall, dark, and handsome with pretty green eyes, a killer bod, and he knew how to cook.
I was surprised when I first met Mac after finding out he was Bryan’s best mate. Aside from being stupidly attractive, they were quite different. Bryan was mature and sweet while Mac was… well, Mac. Now that I knew him better, I could see that the two would have balanced each other out.
I could see Eli eyeing me from the corner of my eye with a curious look on his face. He looked away and focused on Prince when I faced him, which I found odd. He did it again after I pretended to focus on the conversation Bryan and Mac were having. Weird—unless…
“Mac,” I said, “do they know?”
That blond bastard shrugged. “They don’t know everything.”
“Somehow I don’t believe you.”
Mac had the audacity to look affronted. “Give me some credit. I didn’t tell them how red you got last night when I tongue-punched your sexy boy bits.”
Bryan burst into laughter while I was rendered silent due to shock. Eli looked between the three of us with his brow crinkled. “Tongue-punched,” he murmured. When he clued in, he gasped. “Oh. Oh.”
Mac winked at Eli then puckered his lips at me. “You’re just about the same shade of red right now, Dove.”
I inhaled deeply, and was about to puck that bastard in the face, when Bryan stepped between us. “Easy, Dubhlainn. I’m sorry I laughed. We won’t tell anyone if that’s what you want, and we’re not here to judge you guys. You can murder Mac if you want to, but please let me take him to the game first. I’d really like to win, and we kind of need him for that.”
I dropped my fist and stepped back, crossing my arms over my chest. “Fine. Take the gobshite with ya.”
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