by Sabrina York
This can’t really be happening….
Undoing the button on his trousers, Garret ever so slowly slid the zipper down, never looking away from his face. “Do you trust me, Marty?”
“Yes,” he responded, his body aching, heart pounding. “Yes, sir.”
It seemed to please Garret when he called him sir, and, damn, it felt appropriate, fitting, to do so.
When his erection spilled free, he sucked in a gasp. Garret took hold of his base and Martin had to seize the railing, for fear he might cum or collapse from anticipation alone. Garret’s lips opened, and Martin held his breath, waiting for his expert mouth to touch him, taste him. Claim him for all to see.
He had never been more terrified.
He’d never felt more alive!
Still watching his face, Garret licked his crown in one slow sweep. Martin groaned and his thighs tensed when that masterful tongue swirled over his nerve-rich head again, flashes of heat rocketing through his body. Staring down his bare torso, chest heaving for air, he watched Garret kiss his head before taking it into his mouth, sucking on it like he had Martin’s tongue, moaning with pleasure all the while. Then he went deeper, his talented mouth massaging his shaft while his hand stroked Martin with a gentle rhythm.
When the suction surrounding his dick intensified, Martin buckled over. “Shite!”
“Take it all the way,” an unfamiliar voice called from above.
“Deep throat him!”
Martin flinched when he saw the crowd of men, some stroking each other or themselves over jeans and shorts. The two of them had been rendered live porn—there for the viewing pleasure of strangers.
“Garret,” he whispered, trying to pry him off. But Garret seized his hips, tightening his mouth around his cock, the motion stimulating Martin and making him moan. Though his mind reeled with mortification, a deep-seated need to let this continue filled him. How could he have the courage to allow a virtual stranger to do this to him?
Then again, Garret had never seemed like a stranger.
Not from the moment they met.
Garret’s voice reached him through the chaos, bringing his attention back to him. Where it should’ve been all along.
“Ignore them, Marty. Look at me. Only me.”
That throaty, commanding tone had Martin nodding his consent. He closed his eyes and pursed his lips. There’s no one but us…no one but us….
While he heard voices, felt the oppression of their watchful eyes, he tried to tune it out and enjoy the warm, wet suction consuming him once more. His grip on Garret tightened, and soon the gentle crash of the waves, his own trembling breaths, and the wet sounds of Garret pleasuring him were all he could hear. Caressing the back of Garret’s head, he bumped his hat off to run his fingers through those unkempt curls. When Garret finally took him all the way to the root, tugging lightly on his balls, Martin threw back his head and cried out his name, panting and clutching at his hair.
Hot, heavenly mouth dragged up Martin’s shaft, the fist rolling with it. When he began to suckle his crown, tingles of pleasure traveled out from Martin’s spine like drops of dye spreading across fabric. He trembled once, fighting off release as Garret’s confident handling led him closer to the edge.
“Put a finger up his ass,” a voice instructed.
Martin squeezed his eyes tighter, willing it to be just the two of them. But the stranger had spoken his greatest need. Good God, Martin wanted Garret inside his body—had from the first time the man kissed him.
When his lover tapped his inner thighs it didn’t surprise him. He spread himself, not because of how much he craved it, but because Garret told him to.
Reaching below his sack, Garret gently pressed his fingers between his balls, stroking the sensitive place where his hard shaft went under the skin. As he rubbed him, a burning compulsion consumed Martin, and he widened his stance, granting Garret unlimited access. Knuckles rolled into his taint, stimulating him and making him moan. Martin hissed when the fingers, finally—thank God!—found their way to his needy hole.
Garret pulled his mouth off his cock, still teasing his entrance. Smiling up at him, and stroking his abdomen, he asked in a seductive whisper, “Like that, baby?”
The sight of his beautiful face in the moonlight, the tender affection in his eyes, made Martin tremble with need. He nodded and spread his legs even wider. There were no inhibitions anymore. He belonged to Garret.
Maybe he always had.
Garret sucked a finger into his mouth before he wrapped his lips over his teeth and took him all the way down in one confident swallow. Martin screamed in rapture. The cheers of strangers echoed over the pounding of his pulse in his ears and the crash of the nearby sea. He didn’t have time to be embarrassed because Garret had slid his finger past his barrier, the flesh aching, needing more.
“Oh, Garret,” he murmured.
His answer was a groan. He dragged his tongue hard up his shaft, holding his base firm, his finger pushing into him, so close to his spot.
“Aye, that’s it,” Martin pleaded, gripping his hair, thrusting and pushing down. “So verra close.”
The more he allowed his lilt to slip, the more enthusiasm Garret showed, and the louder their audience became. He had never felt more powerful, wild, or sexy. The ocean waves crashed in chorus with the spectators calling out encouragement and approval.
But he didn’t care about them anymore.
He only wanted them to know he belonged to Garret.
Despite the cheers, the instructions, Garret’s touch kept him centered on the two of them, the warmth of his mouth, the finger teasing his prostate. Drained of strength, Martin’s knees buckled and his hips thrust. Then, blessedly, with a final twitch, he careened into the finish.
“Garret!” he screamed, and in one mindboggling eruption, hot lust spilled from his body. Garret took it all, drawing out every last drop, working his finger deeper into his ass, pumping his cock. Thunder pounded in Martin’s ears and fire flashed under his skin as he experienced the most intense orgasm of his life.
Head spinning, blood pulsing hot, he tried to catch his breath, stroking Garret’s hair in thanks. With blurred vision, he watched Garret retrieve his hat from the ground then stand, pulling his glasses out from his shirt-collar and slipping them on before drawing him into a kiss. Martin pressed closer, wanting to taste the salty, decadent residue of cum on his lips. The rough denim against his spent, exposed cock and the soft cotton of T-shirt against his bare chest made him moan.
“You did good, Marty.”
His praise was better than coming.
“That was hot!” a voice called out, startling Martin out of his afterglow.
“Nice one!”
“Go on, blondie, suck him next!” another called, eliciting a chorus of cheers and applause.
Mortified, now that normal thoughts once more held sway over his mind, Martin buried a self-conscious chuckle into Garret’s shoulder. “Bloody hell, I can’t believe we just did that, right?”
Garret reached between them and tucked Martin’s cock away, zipping him up in a loving, yet oddly paternal way. “C’mon.”
More than happy to let Garret drag him off into the night, leaving the laughter and voyeuristic voices to fade into the darkness, Martin held tight to Garret’s hand. They raced, laughing like naughty teenagers, to the Jeep parked in the lot.
Once they reached the vehicle, Garret pressed him into the side of it and kissed him again. Like he was walking in a dream or drunk or both, he followed Garret’s lead. They linked hands, pushing and pulling with their palms, all the while their lips never venturing far.
Garret’s erection pressed against his and Martin hip-bumped him. “Should I return the favor?”
“Nope. We’re going back to my place and I’m going to fuck your freckled ass on the beach.”
He let out a breathless giggle of anticipation. “Um…right. Okay.”
Chapter Six
“Where are we going,
sir?”
One hand gripping a picnic basket, the other holding Marty’s hand, Garret led his curious new lover down to the shoreline outside the beach house he’d rented, the waves and night insects their only companions. “I already told you.”
Marty let out a chuckle. “Well, yes, I thought you were joshing about the beach part.”
“You don’t know me very well yet.”
If blushing made a sound, Marty’s face would sing. He could almost hear his cheeks reddening in his voice. “Right, I suppose not.”
Garret could stop to reassure him, but while his voice had faltered, his steps showed no sign of hesitation, nor had his grip loosened. In fact, he had remained ratcheted to his side since they’d left the hotel, which pleased Garret immensely.
“Here’s the spot.” The pristine white patch of sand, hidden from the other beach houses by tall grasses and an outcropping of beach rock, glowed in the darkness. A soft breeze brought the faraway noises of the main resort and rustled the nearby palms.
“It’s brilliant.” Marty sighed, staring at the sea bathed in the rich navy of night, moonlight frolicking like liquid silver on the waves.
After spreading out a blanket, Garret removed his T-shirt and tossed it near the basket. Sensing Marty’s hungry gaze on him, he sat, patting the place next to him.
Obediently, Marty stretched out, propping up on one elbow to face him with a cocksure smile. “So what’re yer intentions, laddie?”
Garret threw back his head and laughed. They both knew who ran the show, but it hadn’t taken Marty long to realize how weak in the knees that accent made him. Sitting cross-legged, he soaked in the long body stretched out beside him, shirt still undone, showing off the sprinkling of chest hairs on his sculpted torso. And those damn, adorable freckles.
A shiver of happiness and voracious need went through him and he longed to tear Marty’s clothes off, tie him up then fuck him hard. But Marty wasn’t ready. Oh, he wanted it, Garret would bet money on it, but they would have to build up to that sort of play.
In the basket he’d ordered from the hotel after his last minute change of plans, Garret found a six-pack of Belhaven, some cheeses, crackers and—he grinned—plenty of lube and condoms.
Well, 1Night Stand is clever.
Retrieving two beers, he cracked them open. Marty took one and, after an appreciative sniff at the Scottish label, took a long pull. “Right, Mr. Fischer, looks like ya thought of everythin’.”
“Sure did.” Garret withdrew a few foil packets from the basket and tossed them on the blanket, silencing his humor at once.
Placing his palm over Marty’s, he watched his date fix his attention on their clasped hands. Garret had never been so at ease in another man’s company. As if everything in his life had led him to this one moment, enjoying a beer on an exotic beach, holding hands with the man who belonged to him. The man who needed Garret to take care of him, and the one he’d be damned if he let go.
Marty’s giggle broke the silence, startling Garret. “What?”
“I’ve never done anything so reckless.”
“What? Get sucked off in front of twenty guys?”
Releasing his grip, Marty rolled onto his back, face scrunched in silent hilarity, knees coming up off the blanket a bit. Holding his beer out, so it did not spill, he nodded quickly and hysterical laughter bubbled out of him. Whether the lingering effect of the pot from the bar, or post-orgasmic bliss, Garret adored this carefree Marty.
Leaning over him, Garret examined his face. “Did you like it?”
Breathless and brown eyes shining, Marty nodded once.
“Which part?” he prompted. “Having people watch you, or doing what I said?”
Again, Marty nodded, face somber now.
“Which is it? Speak up.”
“Both.”
Digging the base of his beer into the sand, Garret reached out and stroked Marty’s cheek before running his fingers through his hair. Marty turned into the caress, eyelids fluttering, and lips parting wantonly. “Do you like being told what to do?” Garret asked.
Marty closed his eyes, but didn’t remove himself from his touch. “Perhaps. I don’t know.”
“Have you ever obeyed another man?”
He took a long pause. “Once, a long time ago.”
“Tell me,” he commanded softly, stroking his chin and down the center of his chest.
Marty let out a sniff. “He was straight.”
“Straight?”
“Right? I had to be mad. He was just my mate, but I trusted him, ya know? Respected him. He could handle himself in any situation. He protected me from bullies, taught me to be a better person. If I didn’t know what to do or how to deal with a situation, he would tell me what I should do.”
Garret rested his palm over his heart. “What happened?”
“I kissed him. He kissed me back, too. Curious probably, we were just lads.” Marty shrugged. “But when I took it further, tried to…ya know…touch him, he stopped it.”
“I’m sorry. Was he cruel?”
Marty rolled onto his side to face him, resting his fingers on Garret’s thigh. “No, old Ian McCallum doesn’t have a cruel bone in his body. He told me that he knew I was gay, and he was sorry he kissed me back. He wanted to forget the whole thing. Since we were about to go to university, I went along with it. But I was angry at myself for being so daft, following him around like a puppy all those years, doing whatever he told me to do. When I went to school in Toronto, I swore I would be more self-sufficient, but I felt so….” He seemed to struggle for a moment.
“Lost?” Garret supplied. “Scared?”
Shoulders dropped, he grew quiet.
He covered Marty’s hand with his own. “You need direction, don’t you? Someone to lead you?”
Eyes wide with distress and unease, Marty shifted to clasp their hands together. He worried his lower lip, studying Garret’s face. He waited for him to speak, squeezing his hand and offering what strength he could to ease Marty’s fears, let him know that he could trust Garret with the truth. A truth he might not have understood until Garret voiced it for him.
After a long moment, Marty gave the barest of nods.
Garret let out a relieved sigh, understanding they had reached not only a culmination, but the start of something beautiful between them. He took Marty’s hand in both of his, smiling at him. Fears had been voiced, questions answered, and promises made, all in that one look.
Lips trembling and lashes brimming, Marty’s voice cracked. “You must think it’s pathetic—”
Garret brushed his lips over Marty’s, silencing him. “Shhh. No, I don’t. We all have a role in life. Doesn’t make you less of a man because you need to follow someone else. You just have to pick the right guy, someone you can trust. It takes a braver man than I could ever be, to trust like that.”
Marty’s gaze lowered and he blinked a few times. He took a shaky breath then raised his head to meet Garret’s eye. Lips pursed with determination, his expression shifted from scared and unsure to blazing confidence so fast it startled Garret.
Without warning, Marty seized him by the back of his head, and yanked him into a possessive kiss.
Garret faltered—but only for a second.
Moaning in pleased surprise, he pressed their bodies together, savoring the rich heat of their exposed chests touching for the first time and overwhelmed by the understanding, the promise each could fulfill for the other.
Retreating, eyes drunk with fire and lust, Marty begged, “Make love to me, sir…please….”
Garret had never heard more beautiful words in all his life.
Pressing Marty onto his back, he took his time undressing his new lover, carefully placing Marty’s clothes inside the basket along with his glasses. With every article of clothing he removed, as each inch of his lean, sculpted body was exposed, Garret’s own hunger rose. Those pretty freckles dusted his entire body like a gentle sprinkling of cocoa Garret couldn’t wait to d
evour. He’d discovered earlier Marty shaved his sack—something which always turned him on—and seeing him in all his naked glory, ripe for the taking, aroused him more. Fast as lightning, he stripped, loving the open admiration in Marty’s face when he lay beside him.
Garret trailed his fingers up his torso, and Marty’s hands followed. “Roll on your stomach, baby,” he whispered.
Marty did so, and Garret groaned at the sight of his round, little ass cheeks glowing in the night. Caressing the pert mounds and kneading his firm flesh, Garret slid over his thighs, straddling him, careful to keep the pressure off his lower back. His dick rested along the crack of Marty’s butt, pointing the way to heaven. The time would come to be buried deep inside, but for the moment, he explored Marty’s rounded shoulders, traced the V-shaped muscles of his lower back. He dragged his thumbs across the edge of his spine, taking care of him, nurturing him. Promising with his touch to watch over him.
His lover’s groan cut the night air. “You have brilliant fingers.”
After kneading his shoulders, Garret massaged down his back, leaning forward to trail his tongue along the same path. When he reached the cute little dimples above his perky bottom, he kissed them both. “Wait till I get them in your ass again.”
Chuckling, Marty twisted to glance back at him. “You Americans are so crass.”
Garret laughed and gave him a playful swat on his bottom, loving the way it rippled. “And you, laddie,” he said, mimicking his lover’s lilt and making Marty laugh, “arre much too uptight.”
With that, he spread his round cheeks, revealing the secret little pucker he’d been craving. The darker colored skin, the deep, wonderfully smooth valley beckoned to him. Though he never rimmed guys he’d just met—far too intimate—Garret didn’t hesitate to lick his entire crack.
“Oh, shite!” Shivering, Marty arched his back and lifted his hips, the involuntary reaction taunting Garret.
“Like that?”
