Guys on the Bottom - Guys Book Three

by Darien Cox

  Duncan’s brow was still furrowed. “You read my texts. Didn’t you?”

  I couldn’t lie to him. I was sure the blush climbing my cheeks gave me away regardless. “I didn’t go snooping through your phone. I turned my head, and it was right there on the screen.”

  “It would have required a bit more effort than just turning your head to read those texts.”

  My lips tightened. I couldn’t read Duncan’s expression. It had gone blank. “Okay. So what if I did?”

  “You need to stop doing that,” he said.

  I sat up. “I’ve never done that before! Read your texts.”

  “Not that, Zach. I mean worrying about other people when you’re with me.”

  I sighed and rubbed my face with my palms. “Okay.” Letting my hands fall to my lap, I met his narrowed eyes. “Okay. Stop looking at me like that.”

  “Zach.” He reached for me and I flinched. “Now you don’t want me to touch you?”

  “It’s a little hard not to think about other people when they’re texting to say they love you. During our date.”

  “No, no, we’re not doing that.” Duncan grabbed me and wrestled me down onto the mattress, pinning me with his body. “We’re not.”

  I stared up at him. His brown hair hanging over his eyes, face flushed from the shower, his warm body pressed against me, it should have made me swoon. But I felt knotted up inside. “What aren’t we doing?” I whispered.

  “Talking about someone else when we should be focused on each other,” he said. “We’ve done that enough times. We’re not doing it again.”

  “How do you expect—”

  Duncan’s hand covered my mouth. “I don’t love Wes. I don’t want to date him anymore. I’ve told him this and he isn’t responding well. I’ve shut my phone off, and it’s done. So stop. All right?”

  Sighing through my nose, I nodded.

  Releasing my mouth, Duncan kissed me. Relaxing, I melted into it. He eased up and stared down at me. “When I’m with you, I’m with you,” he said.

  I scowled.

  “Stop that!” He laughed, smoothing my forehead with his index finger.

  “I’m sorry. But saying ‘When I’m with you, I’m with you’ only makes me focus on what you do when you’re not with me. So bad choice of words, Duncan, that’s all.”

  Duncan surprised me by rising up and tugging my lounge pants off.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Getting you naked.” He tossed my pants aside and knelt on the mattress, flipping me over onto my stomach. I jerked when he slapped my ass. “Stop.” He slapped it again. “Focusing on other people.”

  I tried not to grin but I did. I liked when he spanked me. Liked the sting of it. Which was weird, because I’d never liked it before, had stopped anyone who’d even tried. But with Duncan, for some reason, it felt like an affirmation, like it meant he cared. I didn’t fully understand my own feelings about it, I only knew it made me laugh and forget everything else. And it did other things to my body. I felt myself stiffening against the sheet. “Okay. I’ll stop.”

  “Stop what?”

  I chuckled. “Focusing on other people when we’re together.”

  He hit me again with a hard crack on my right cheek.

  “Ouch!” I snickered. “Did you not hear me? I said I’ll stop.”

  “That’s for snooping at my phone.”

  I hugged a pillow, chuckling.

  “And?” His palm stroked my bare ass. “You going to apologize for that?”

  A mischievous whim overtook me. “Nope. I’m not sorry I snooped at your phone.”

  The gentle stroking ceased, and Duncan’s hand came down hard, making me jolt. “You’re not sorry?”

  I squeezed my eyes shut. That one hurt. Yet somehow felt better than ever. “I’m not sorry,” I repeated softly. I braced myself for another slap, but it didn’t come. Glancing back, I looked at Duncan.

  He smirked at me, his face flushed. “Did you want something, Zach?”

  “I said I’m not sorry. Aren’t you gonna spank me again?”

  Duncan doubled over laughing. “You little shit.”

  I snorted, amused. Corey had always called me a little shit, and it sounded nearly identical coming from Duncan. “Why am I a little shit?”

  His head lifted and he sighed, grinning. “You want me to spank you, don’t you?”

  “Nope.” I smiled. “I’m just really not sorry.”

  Duncan slapped my other cheek, and my head bowed. I breathed into the pillow, relishing the sting. “Still not sorry?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

  I kept my head down. “Still not sorry.”

  He slapped me again and I jerked. “Stay there,” he said, and I felt the mattress shift.

  My cock swelled when I heard him rifling through his bag. This entire thing had me excited and horny, even the timbre of Duncan’s voice. I liked it so much it was probably a bad idea. I was addicted enough to Duncan as it was. Adding a kink I hadn’t thought I possessed? Yeah, this would make my longing for him worse in days to come, I was sure. But letting him control me like this filled up that need inside, that empty space always present because I knew he wasn’t fully mine. This apology spanking game wiped all that aside and replaced it with something else, and it fulfilled me in an odd way while it was happening.

  The mattress shifted, then Duncan’s warm hand smoothed over my ass, up my back and down again. He leaned over and kissed the side of my neck. “How’s your butt feeling?”

  I smiled. “You tell me.”

  “Your skin’s hot,” he whispered as he stroked my ass. A lubed finger penetrated me, and I hissed, clenching around it. “Do you like that?” he asked, massaging my prostate.

  I groaned. “God yes.”

  Duncan eased back onto his knees. Still working his finger in and out, he asked, “Are you sorry now that you read my texts?”

  I inhaled sharply. “No.”

  His hand came down with a loud crack, making me jump and hiss.

  “Was that too hard?” he asked, voice breathy.

  “No.” It was harder than he’d hit me so far, but his finger was still inside me, rubbing, and the combined sensations were sending me off somewhere crazy. I felt like I was levitating, the pleasure and pain exploding my nerves, and I wanted more. “Not too hard,” I huffed.

  Duncan chuckled, and I writhed when his finger began moving faster. “I guess I’m getting to know you better,” he said. “I had no idea you liked me spanking you so much.”

  “Neither did I.” I gasped when his finger pressed the nerves inside. “It’s because it’s you.”

  I tried to regret the words. I knew things like that made him retreat from me. But I was gliding on an electric cloud of pleasure, and couldn’t control myself.

  “Because it’s me?” Duncan asked.

  His voice was soft, and I didn’t hear any discomfort in his tone this time. “Yes. Because it’s you. I want to be yours.”

  I heard his breath catch, and for a moment, his penetrating finger slowed. I had a second to question if I’d just fucked up the game, when he slapped my ass again, making me whimper. “This what you want?” he whispered.

  My breath was coming in pants, and I pushed back, trying to force his finger deeper. “Yes.”

  He slapped me again, and again I whimpered and tried to take more of his finger.

  “Not enough?” he asked, and slapped me again. “You want more?”

  “Not enough, and too much at the same time,” I said through heavy breaths. “Everything’s on fire.”

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes,” I hissed, clenching around his finger. “Please, now.”

  The finger disappeared, leaving me throbbing for more. My skin tingled but was starting to numb where he’d slapped it. Precum slicked my cock and I pushed against the mattress when I heard him prepping the condom. I needed to be filled again, I could barely contain myself.

  “Please,�
� I said, and then he was there, pushing into me. I whimpered and sighed. “Yes. Fuck me, Duncan. God, please.”

  Duncan moaned as he grabbed my ass and thrust into me again. “You don’t know what that does to me,” he said. “Hearing you beg like that.”

  “I can feel it,” I said, and I could, his cock thicker and harder than ever. “Please don’t stop, Duncan. Please give me more.”

  “I’ll give you everything you need,” he said, and slapped my ass twice while he pumped into me.

  “Oh fuck,” I squeaked, a wave of pleasure knocking me out of myself. I needed to come so bad but was hovering right on the edge, that surge of ecstasy forming pressure everywhere below the waist as my dick rubbed against the sheet each time Duncan thrust into me.

  “Almost there, baby?”

  Duncan had never called me baby before, and it wasn’t a pet name I’d ever given two shits about, but in this moment, in this place where I hovered, it was everything, and I cried out, “Now! Oh God, it’s happening…”

  Duncan made a sound, something between a gasp and a sob, and I was aware of him pumping into me as climax shook me, his cock rubbing me inside and bringing me over the edge while I shot my load onto the sheet. The side of my face pressed into the pillow, my mouth fell open but I couldn’t make a sound, could only feel, coming with no control as shock after shock of pleasure rocked me.

  When it was over I couldn’t move. Duncan slipped out of me and fell onto his side next to me. I blinked, studying his face. His eyes were closed and he was drenched in sweat, brown hair askew on his head. Chest rising and falling, he reached over and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me in until I was pressed up against him. “I don’t care that you peeked at my texts.”

  I laughed, my body jerking us both. “You don’t?”

  “No.” He squeezed his arms around me. “Just stop trying to find reasons to be unhappy when you’re with me.”

  The laughter trailed out of me. “I didn’t think I was.”

  His eyes opened and he stroked a lock of hair off my forehead. “I know you police yourself, I understand. I just wish you wouldn’t do it so much with me. Stop questioning everything. I want you to let go and enjoy yourself.”

  I smiled. “Did I not just do that?”

  A grin crept up his face. “I suppose you did.”

  “Because it’s you.” I stroked his chin with my finger. “And I don’t care if you don’t like when I say that. It’s the truth.”

  Gripping the back of my neck, Duncan drew me in and capture my lips. I lost myself in his soft tongue and stubble scraping my skin. Eyes closed, he eased back an inch. “You’re wrong, Zach. I like when you say it.”

  “You do?”

  He shivered a sigh. “I love when you say it.”

  I smiled, my heart fluttering. “I know we’re all dirty and sticky, but kiss me a bit longer.”

  “Absolutely.”

  As Duncan’s mouth took mine again I sighed into his, my body relaxing against him. My ass was stinging, and I liked it. I was covered in fluid and I smelled like sweat, but I liked it. I was falling in love, and I liked that too. Panic tried to rise at the thought, but I tried to do what Duncan asked of me.

  I let it go and tried to enjoy myself. I could always worry about it later. And knowing myself, I was pretty goddamn certain I would.

  Chapter Eighteen

  “This cannot become a habit,” Doug said as he poured syrup on his pancakes. “Or we’re both gonna get out of shape fast.”

  “I know. Just shut up and eat your bacon. Skipping one workout isn’t gonna kill you.”

  “Easy for you to say, you lured me here with the promise of indulgence and you’re eating fruit.”

  “I had a bagel too!”

  “Yeah, with hummus and sprouts. That’s not breakfast. That’s shame on a plate.”

  I chuckled and speared a melon chunk with my fork. I’d talked Doug out of our morning run in favor of going to the diner because I just wasn’t up for it today. I wanted to sit and talk to someone who was a friend. Sarah and Yvonne had gone off to the Berkshires for a mini vacation so I refused to bother them, and sadly, Doug was the closest I had to a confidante these days outside of my girls.

  I didn’t even particularly want to discuss Duncan, though he was dominating my thoughts. Mostly I just wanted to sit down and enjoy a meal with someone whose company I liked so I could get out of my own head for a while. Duncan had not disappeared since we’d returned from our amusement park date. The problem was I still didn’t feel like much had progressed between us. It was more like a holding pattern. He was funny and sexy and made me swoon, and I was eating it up while trying not to let myself fall any deeper, which wasn’t working out so well.

  I’d felt great about things after the amusement park date, felt like we’d gone deep. That we’d broken through something. We’d slept late, then had marathon sex in the morning. He’d gotten bossy and ordered me onto my knees on the floor to suck his cock, which nearly made me come hands free. I’d held back because I wanted to taste him, to feel him blow it in my mouth, but again he refused to come that way. Instead he’d stopped me and bent me over a chair, then drove me to madness with spankings while he fucked me to climax. Afterward he’d washed my body in the shower, soothing me and whispering sweet things, even telling me no one had ever driven him so crazy sexually. It had given me confidence in what was happening between us, and I was more addicted than ever, but thus far there’d been no follow-up date. Not an official date, anyway…

  We had gotten out of control one evening since, however. It had been one of my nights off from Immunity, and Duncan asked me to come help out at Elfy Choices, training a new cook. When the training was over, Duncan and I ended up making out and jerking each other off in the bathroom, and that was all his idea. He’d been frantic that night. After sitting in the garden and watching me work, staring at me in a way that drove me nuts, he’d dragged me off as soon as we were alone again.

  I’d thought maybe he was finally mine that night, regardless of how cheesy it was, getting off in the bathroom. His passion convinced me he was feeling the same way I was. He’d been so desperate for me, whispering in my ear that I was perfect, calling me Zachary and kissing me like his life depended on it. Same as that morning in the hotel room, I’d felt like something in him might be breaking. Like he was letting go of whatever had been holding him back. But he hadn’t invited me to his house to spend the night after we both came. He said he had work to do at home. And once again, there’d been a long bout of silence in the days after. Sunrise, sunset, and back around to nowhere.

  And I still wanted him so badly I walked around in a state of semi-arousal all the time, especially after what I now in my mind referred to as ‘the spanking date’ when he told me no one had ever excited him so much. Sure, he’d been talking about sex, but considering he’d been on this earth for forty-eight years and dated a bazillion people, I took it as a huge and significant declaration. Since then, every little thing he did got my cock hard. An early morning phone call with his silken voice in my ear, asking me what I had on, and that was it, I was done for the day. I was no longer ‘saving it up for him’ however, because I never knew when I was gonna fucking see him next, so my poor dick was often raw from whacking it so much. It was frustrating as hell. I knew he was addicted to me too. I knew it. I could feel it when we were together. But I also knew he was fighting it. Fighting it hard. And I didn’t know why.

  In the past few days, he’d been in touch via phone and text, flirted some. But he said he was busy when I asked if I could see him again. I didn’t think he was completely blowing me off, because last night he’d texted and asked me to come in to Elfy Choices this afternoon. But that was work, not play.

  Regardless, I’d agreed to go in today. The new cook I’d trained had quit already. Now there were two new recruits, and once again Duncan wanted me to pass down my great wisdom in the way of veggie tapas. It was kind of getting ridiculous how hard
it was to keep staff in the fairy garden. I’d never imagined my little vegetarian masterpieces would create so much trouble, it wasn’t like the recipes were that difficult. Maybe my fillings and the spices and oils I used were a little unique, but it wasn’t rocket science.

  I was trying to remain optimistic about Duncan, but I was starting to fail. I didn’t want to see him at the fucking fairy garden. If he was too busy for a date, I wanted to at least spend the night together, because it had been a while now. I’d asked for that, but he’d come up with reasons why he couldn’t. Stupid reasons that I found hard to accept as truth. That he had a dinner engagement with friends, or that he had to do paperwork. He might as well have told me he had to wash his fucking hair.

  But he’d been keeping in touch, so I guess I had to accept this as good enough for now, since my choices were to break up with him—which I didn’t want to do because I was still so damn smitten—or to push him to give me some clarity on whether or not this would ever be something beyond casual. I wanted to do that, but I didn’t, for the same old reason. I’d stuffed old-me back in the dusty coffin for the time being before he got out of control and chased Duncan away. But as my impatience grew, I knew old-me wouldn’t stay in that coffin indefinitely. As it was, he was kicking and thrashing to get out, wanting to rise from the dead and claim Duncan as his own.

  “How are things with Duncan?” Doug asked, like he’d been reading my thoughts.

  “I don’t know. Good I guess. I’m going in this afternoon to help out in the garden bar.”

  “Have things cooled off with you two?”

  I scowled into my fruit bowl. I’d been telling Doug all about my encounters with Duncan. I’d even told him about the heavy talk we’d had about my past while we were on the island. Doug had wanted to linger on that conversation, seemingly moved by my tale of woe, but I brushed it off in favor of telling him how good the makeup sex was. At the time, I’d just returned from the trip and was still reeling and swooning and probably spewing love hearts whenever I opened my mouth.

  I’d also told him how deep we’d gone in the hotel after the amusement park date, withholding the spanking and the sex details, but I got the point across. I’d thought we’d reached a turning point, so I’d been high on it and spilled to Doug. Now I felt stupid, because he knew things hadn’t been quite so hot and heavy since. Doug always seemed to find my tales of post-coital enthusiasm amusing, but now he was looking at me in a strange way, something like concern in his big brown eyes.