by Kate Steele
“Ready?” Jor asked, withdrawing his fingers.
Dane nodded, loving the harsh husk of his voice and the flame of desire he could see burning in Jor’s eyes. Jor took more of their combined semen from Dane’s abdomen and slicked himself up. Taking his own raging erection in hand, he nestled the tip against Dane’s waiting hole and pushed. Dane bore down, trying to relax his opening and cried out triumphantly when Jor’s cock pushed through and past the tight ring of muscle.
“Easy, easy,” Jor groaned. “So tight. Are you all right, Dane? Please say you’re all right. It feels incredible.”
Dane managed a short laugh which tightened his muscles around Jor, pulling a groan from both of them. “Oh fuck! I’m fine, baby, please. Move.”
Jor rocked forward, his cock sliding deep. Dane’s head reeled with the feel of Jor’s thick heat stretching him. He rocked his hips, pushing into the pressure, needing it, needing Jor. Jor’s withdrawal had him ready to cry out in protest until his return tore a moan of appreciation from Dane instead. Jor moved slowly at first, long, teasing glides of his cock in and out that had Dane panting, moaning, reaching for more.
Jor lowered himself over Dane and kissed him, taking his breath and giving it back. “You feel so good, taste so sweet. And those sexy little whimpers are turning me inside out.”
Dane moaned again, reaching down to grasp Jor’s ass. “I don’t whimper. Jor, please. Faster.”
“Like this?”
“Ahh, yes!” Dane yelled, his head thrashing on the pillow.
Jor had pushed up on his arms, changing the angle and speed of his thrust. Dane matched his movement, pushing up to meet each inward stroke. His gaze was locked with Jor’s, the pleasure rising fast, drawing moan after moan from his throat. Once more he was enveloped in his lover’s heat, scent and touch, all of it combining into a drugging aphrodisiac that blanked the mind and sent the body spinning out of control.
Again Jor moved. Resting back on his knees, he grasped Dane’s legs then pushed forward, slamming their bodies together. Dane cried out at the hard, pounding rush of Jor’s cock. Nothing existed but the rhythmic slap of flesh and the thick rod that reamed his hole and drove him to the edge of sanity. The flame that started as a small flicker, blazed out of control. Dane felt the fire, reveled in the heat and jumped straight into that white-hot center. Pleasure ignited a powder keg in his gut and exploded, wrenching another wild cry from him. His cock pulsed with the shudders of his body, stream after stream of liquid heat rushing out to anoint his chest and belly.
Jor’s cry echoed his. From far away, Dane could feel the echoing pulses of Jor’s cock and the rushing pressure of seed that filled his grasping passage. His body shook beneath the slow pleasure until tense muscles eased allowing him to collapse against the bed in a sated heap. Jor withdrew and managed to move a bit before becoming part of the heap.
They rested quietly for a time, both drifting, neither speaking until Dane opened his eyes and turned his head. Jor’s head was resting on the pillow beside Dane’s and he opened his eyes.
“Hey,” Dane offered with a lazy smile.
“Hey, yourself. Are you all right?”
Dane stretched. “Mmm, excellent. You?”
“I’m… so good I can’t describe it. And hungry.”
Dane grinned and sat up, Jor following his example. “I think we should celebrate. I want to do something in honor of your courage in coming here that first day.”
Jor blushed. “That wasn’t courage. It was stitches. You know you still have to take these things out.”
“Oh, I know and if you think I believe that transparent excuse you have a lot to learn about me. Anyway, as I was saying, I’m going to celebrate by fixing you a special meal. In honor of your first act as my assistant, I think I can come up with something brown.” Dane edged his way off the bed. “Oh, and we mustn’t forget something yellowish-green.”
“I think I just lost my appetite,” Jor growled, crawling across the bed. “And you are in big trouble.”
“How much trouble? About eight, nine inches worth?” Dane asked, eyeing Jor’s filling cock. “I think I can handle that.” Instead of running he pounced, leaping on Jor.
The two of them wrestled on the bed, tickling each other and laughing. Laughter gave way to moans, tickling to kisses and teasing to touching. They made love again, finding redemption in each other’s arms.
Kate Steele
What is it they say? Watch out for the quiet ones? Kate Steele has found that writing is the ideal way to release all those wild inner urges and she’s just getting started. “I’m aging in reverse. With the help of lots of plastic surgery and vitamins I fully expect to have my own male harem by the time I hit 90.” For now she’s settling for the quiet life in rural Indiana with family and pets. Guilty pleasure: Singing in the car. “With the volume loud enough I sound just like Celine Dion!” You can contact Kate and sing-a-long at [email protected] or visit her website at www.katesteele.com
