One on One (Cayuga Cougars Book 5)

by V. L. Locey

“So biased,” he chortled then patted my thigh. “But it’s the truth. I’m okay. Maybe better than okay, but I’m no Kenny Wayne or Muddy or B.B. and that’s fine because as much as I love the blues, I love politics more. Not so much the face-timing with constituents or the battling with city planners or aldermen, but the knowledge that what we do here, today, will hopefully have a positive impact on those that follow us. That maybe Ben, and by extension me, will make the world a better place for minorities and those who aren’t part of the one percent.”

  “You’re noble.” He scoffed at my reply. “No, don’t make light of it, you are. You possess such fine morals and quality of character. I think I may adore you just a little bit more than I did ten minutes ago.”

  He tried to fluff it off, but I was having none of it. The man was working his ass off to make the world better for the next generation. For my kids and their kids, if they decided to have children. I was so moved and enamored of him that I could barely keep my hands to myself. I’d never been happier to see my dumpy old house by Cayuga Lake than I was that night.

  I fell on him the moment we were inside, pushing him against the refrigerator after he’d taken out a bottle of cherry wine for us to enjoy. His mouth was hot and wet, his body pliant as I wrestled him out of his damp shirt, while licking and biting all that sexy skin I was exposing.

  Generally, it was Town who took control, but tonight I grabbed the reins. I peeled him out of his clothes right there in the kitchen, then went to my knees.

  “Oh hell Lan, I need a shower,” he gasped, as I tongued a sloppy line from his navel downward. I buried my nose in the thick thatch of black hair around his cock, his dick sliding across my cheek. “Mm, I love the feel of your whiskers on my dick.”

  I inhaled the smell of man and sweat and Town’s unique scent deeply into my lungs. Then I turned my head. I licked up and down the side of his shaft, then under it, and then lapped up and down on the other side. His fingers were on the fridge, squeaking along the surface of the Amana as I toyed with him.

  His knees buckled a bit when I sucked the fat head into my mouth. A rumbling groan burbled out of him. I sucked his head hard, cupped his balls and rolled them, and then went deep. His hips bucked. I groaned around his cock, eager for him to make me gag again. The blowjob was sloppy. Spittle coated my chin and throat when I finally pulled off and got to my feet.

  “Shower time?” he asked, his voice rough as burlap.

  “Shower time.” I led him to the bathroom, wishing I had a bigger stall. In the end, my cramped little corner shower worked in our favor, because we were pressed to each other the entire time. I chewed on his neck while I stroked his cock. He pressed on my hole with two fingers, his arms tight to my hips as I rocked forward and back, aching cock against aching cock. He slid a finger in, just one and just a little.

  “You want more?” he asked, water rushing down over us. I flexed my back, arching my ass outward to try to get more of that rough finger into me.

  “Yes, I want more.”

  We turned off the shower and stumbled out of the tiny enclosure, skipping the towels, and made our way to my bed. I laid down first and he covered me, his mouth capturing mine as his knees settled between my spread legs. The slick head of his cock rubbed against mine. I shivered in pleasure.

  “I’m so glad you’re not mad,” he whispered over my lips, rolling his hips to increase the dick-to-dick friction. “It just came over me. I looked out and saw you standing there, so proud of me, of us, of being gay and out and…my feelings took over.”

  I ran my hands up his arms, loving the thick biceps and strong shoulders as they rolled and twitched under my touch.

  “It was the perfect place and time to become official,” I sighed, as I traced his whiskery jaw with the pads of my fingers. “Just like this is the perfect time to feel you inside me.” I pulled his mouth back to mine, my grip on his face firm but tender. His tongue slid over mine. I hooked my heels behind his ass and pumped upward. We both sucked in a quick breath through our noses then let it out into each other’s mouth. I lapped at his lower lip, suckled, nibbled and tugged on it.

  “Mm, baby, you sure? I’m super contented with things like it has been. Sex isn’t always about getting a dick into a hole.” He locked his elbows. My hands rested on the back of his neck. “I want you to be sure. One hundred percent sure.”

  “I am,” I assured him, staring right into his beautiful brown eyes. “I am head over heels for you. It’s insanely fast for me to feel this way but, hell, I don’t know…” He smiled so softly, as if he understood the gibberish flowing out of me. “I mean, I do know. I know that I’ve been trying to make myself erotically love women when my heart was screaming out for me to love a man. Not just any man, but you.”

  “Could have been any man, Lan, maybe you should—”

  “You say play the field I will sic Marigold on you,” I said, and he flinched playfully before he snickered. “I don’t need to search for someone to love. I found him. I am as sure of that as I am that I want to have you deep inside me. I want to experience that as well…with you. The man I…love.”

  “I love you too, baby. I’ve been holding that in for so long, waiting for you to show you felt the same. Hell, I almost yelled my love for you out tonight on stage!” My eyes rounded, then I kind of purred at the knowledge that this man would shout his love for me to the world.

  His lips moved over mine then, and most of the talking fell by the wayside for a bit. I felt awkward, all fumble-fingered and stupid as we rolled around for a bit. He finally settled beside me, his hand between my legs and his lips roaming from one nipple to the other.

  “This okay?” he asked again as his slippery fingers worked in and out of my ass. I moaned in reply, eager for him to add another digit to the two already stroking my prostate so skillfully.

  “Fine, fine, so damn fine,” I sighed as I pulled at the covers on the bed, my cock pulsing. The sound of lubed fingers and ragged pants filled the room. His cock lay tight to my hip, sheathed in latex, thick and firm… ready.

  It was hard to speak and breathe at the same time, his fingertips were so calloused that they rubbed like sandpaper inside me. It was sweet pain and I wanted more.

  “Good, good, you’re so tight baby. I promise I’ll go slow. If you’re not sure just say so. Hey, tell me you’ll say stop if you don’t like it,” he insisted, slowly extracting his fingers, which left me feeling void and cold inside.

  “I promise… trust you…I love you.” It just fell out of me, but it made him smile down at me, his eyes glowing with affection. He was so beautiful in that moment that I wanted to weep and cheer simultaneously.

  “Love you too.” He licked into my mouth one more time, then positioned himself between my thighs. He applied lube to his cock and worked more into my hole, pressing deep while rotating, until I was begging for him to breach me. “We’ll go slow,” he whispered, and I nodded, my heart thundering. I’d dreamed of this moment for so many years, and yet I was now uneasy. I’d never been in this position, the one on the bottom, and the pressure of his fat cockhead entering me made me tense up. He pulled back immediately, his hands resting on the inside of my thighs, his gaze worried. Damn it. I’d put that worry there. “We can stop.”

  “No, please no…” I pulled at his sides, my fingers finding purchase on his ribs. “It’s odd is all.”

  “Odd bad or just odd funny?”

  God above why was I doing this now? “Just an odd sort of odd. I’m good. Seriously, please try again.”

  I tugged on him to show him how much I wanted this…wanted him. “Okay,” he murmured, looking wholly unconvinced. “I need you to be honest here Lan, don’t be the typical gracious Southern gentleman. This is your ass we’re talking about. I do not want to plow ahead if you’re having any lingering doubts.”

  “No doubts, I swear, no doubts. Maybe a little fear of the unknown.” I stroked his sides as I spoke. I’d never felt more vulnerable or exposed in my life. My p
assion was waning, and I was terrified that I’d ruined everything with my hemming and hawing. “I want you in me.”

  He wet his lips, lowered his head just a bit, and rocked his hips. My body tightened around him and he paused, his gaze darting from where we were one to my face.

  “More,” I groaned, then let my eyes close. I still had a hold on his sides, and when he went deeper, I dug into his ribs, hard. “Ah, fuck!”

  Again he withdrew, giving me time to catch my breath. I felt like such a damn idiot and grumbled about my stupidity. Town leaned in for a kiss and then pushed back into me, farther this time. And so it went, inch by inch, until he was deep inside me. I had no clue how long it had taken us to get this far…ten minutes? Twenty? A hundred? Time was hard to gauge. I was teetering on the edge of an orgasm already, the pressure of him and the slow rolling of his hips eased the burn and stretch that had winded me.

  “You okay? We can stop. Anytime…” Town asked, resting on his heels, one hand on my inner thigh, the other holding my cock in a vise-like grip. “I can just do this…” He made a firm circle with his hips that made my spine bow off the bed and a strangled yelp explode out of my throat. “And this…” He gave my cock a firm stroke, rough palm twisting over the head.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried out, my balls riding high and tight as I battled not to come.

  “I’ve never heard you drop the F-bomb once before tonight,” he chuckled, then circled in the opposite direction and jerked me hard.

  “Never had a big cock up…my ass before. Fuck, I just…Town I—fuck this… need to come. Now.” Slapping my hand over his, I then squeezed hard and tugged. “Keep up—do that—ah sweet fuck do that more stop less,” I panted, not caring that I was now spewing nonsense. “Stop less, yes. Ah yes, more of that. Yes, yes, yes.”

  “I got you baby, I got you. Ride it out with all the cussing you want. Hell, but you’re so pretty under me.” He thrust once, hard, and a million or so megawatt lights went off at the base of my spine. I blew apart right then, cum flying up to dot my chest and chin. I bucked and writhed, Town’s slow push and pull on my cock and the pressure inside me throwing me into an orgasm that produced black spots behind my eyelids.

  “Fuck me. I mean…hell, fuck. I’m sorry…” I grunted as he began moving in and out, softly but steadily, his hand still moving up and down on my cock. “Didn’t mean to…come so fast. Oh fuck…”

  “Mm, shit, your ass is so tight…” He ground his pelvis into me. I whimpered in pleasure, my ass contracting around him, which made him groan in the back of his throat. “I need…Ah baby, yeah, squeeze my dick.”

  I wiped the spunk on my hand to his chest. He put his fingers to my lips. I licked the pearly liquid from his fingertips, then sucked his two fingers into my mouth as I trembled.

  “Yeah, now, I need to come now,” he growled, leaving his fingers in my mouth while he pumped in and out with slow, deep strokes that made me bite down lightly on his fingers as another round of shudders rolled over me, my cock leaking more cum. He arched into me, hand on my thigh digging into the meaty flesh. I’d have a hand-shaped bruise come morning. That was fine. I’d feel that tenderness and the fire of him every time I moved tomorrow and be reminded that he’d been buried to the balls inside me. I gasped when another spurt of cum dribbled out of me.

  Town fucked into me, hard, as he came. I sucked on his salty fingers, gaze pinned to him, while he rode out the first waves of his release. His muscles bunched and rolled. His cock swelled and throbbed as he filled the condom. He was so perfectly masculine and so mine. My boyfriend. My lover. My love. Lying there smeared with sweat and semen, I’d never been happier. No, that was a lie. When my twins had been born was probably the happiest day, but this night, this moment right here, was a close second.

  His eyes slowly opened, and he found me spread out beside him, his fingers on my tongue, staring at him as if he were the most perfect thing in the world. He was.

  “I love you so damn much,” he said, his voice weak. He slid his fingers out from between my lips and fell forward, his cock slipping out a bit. I gathered him close, kissing him with a mindless sort of hunger that was hardly dimmed by the most powerful orgasm of my life.

  He peppered a few fast kisses along my nose, which made me smile lazily, and then he eased out of me, rolling to his side with a shaky grunt. I stayed on my back, eyes drifting shut as he tended to the condom and dropped it into the small trash can between the bed and the nightstand. Arms out, legs wobbly and wide open, I tuned into all the sensations my body was experiencing at that moment. The thump-thump-thump of my heart, my uneven breathing, the twinge of a muscle in my side, my cock oozing, and my ass trying to comprehend what the hell had just happened to it. I snorted at the thought of a confused and tender asshole.

  “Something tickled your funny bone?” Town asked. I opened my eyes. He flopped around until he was lying on his side facing me, his forehead and shoulders still slick with sweat.

  “Silliness,” I sighed, rolling my head to gaze at him. I smiled dreamily. “You make me so happy, Townsend. I never thought I could feel this way. So many years dying inside while outwardly I laughed. I just…I’m raw right now. Sorry.”

  He shook his head then lowered it, catching the tear that escaped with the softness of his lips. I held him close, my emotions ragged and sore.

  “Lord above,” I coughed, embarrassed from my hairline to my toes. “Look at me, clinging to my beau like a debutante after her deflowering.”

  “Falling in love is supposed to be crazy emotional,” he whispered beside my ear.

  “I wouldn’t know. You’re my first.”

  He kissed me lightly a hundred times before leaving the bed for a dirty shirt to wipe me clean. Then he nuzzled into my side, burrowing his nose into my neck, his arm and leg resting across me possessively. I drifted off shortly afterward, his deep breaths billowing across my throat. I was comfy as a bug in a big, strong rug.

  9

  It usually takes about thirteen and a half hours—give or take—to drive from Cayuga to Augusta. This trip seemed to be taking twice as long. I was bone-tired and sore in places that made sitting in a bus seat for hour after hour highly uncomfortable. A sane man—one not newly in love—would have politely begged off another round of sex at four in the morning when his alarm went off. Obviously, I am far from sane. I had pushed my tender asshole back against Town’s thick, hard cock and begged for more as if I were the long-lost Southern kin of Oliver Twist. The orgasm had been worth the discomfort, or so I’d thought when I’d blown a wad all over the bedding. Now I was calling myself a fool and was hiding myself behind a book.

  “Hey.” I threw a quick glance over the top of my glasses to my right and groaned inwardly. It was too early to deal with Victor Kalinski. The man had something on his mind. He had to have, or else he’d be napping with his head resting on Dan’s shoulder. I continued to stare at the man who was wearing a cat that not only ate the canary, but then violated the bird’s cage while sporting a feathery grin sort of smile. “Couldn’t help but notice that you’re having some trouble sitting comfortably.”

  “You’re five rows up. How could you possibly have noticed me back here?”

  “I have eyes everywhere, John-Boy.” The smirk he now wore told me all I needed to know. “Hemorrhoidal flare-up? I bet there’s at least one man on this bus with some cream.”

  “I don’t need creams unless a big, ginger Pole shows up and sticks their pointy nose into my nonexistent anal issues. Then I do experience a large pain in my ass.”

  “Right, right, huh. Well, I wonder what the problem is, then. You didn’t happen to discover that you’re a big old Nellie bottom last night, did you?” He batted his lashes at me. I so wanted to slap him upside the head.

  “I don’t see how that is any of your business.”

  The bus hit a pothole and Mario cussed sleepily behind us.

  “Yep, yep, I suspected as much. Lou might have one of them inflat
able rings you could sit on. Want me to go ask? I’d do that for you because you’re my sort-of friend and I’m a fucking great guy.”

  “I truly do not like you five days out of ten.”

  “Hey, that’s half the time, which is a higher percentage than all the other people on this planet, aside from Dan and my boy. I mean that practically makes us best friends forever. I’ll have to get you a card on BFF day. Oh! Maybe we could braid bracelets and swap them! Like OMG! Let me go find some beads and we’ll get started.”

  He then up and left.

  “Sarcastic asshole,” I grumbled, then wiggled around in my seat yet again.

  In a way that rough ride to Georgia may have been what I needed to get me in the proper mindset for the final game against the Cottonmouths. Victor rode everyone hard, from coaching staff to players to the road crew, and even the bus driver. At first, I chalked it up to his increasing worry over his future—and while that may have been a part of the reason for his elevated fractious mood—it became obvious to me that his tetchy nature was making us irritable as well. And that gritty, nasty, attitude served us well in game seven.

  From the moment skates hit the ice, the game was all-out brutality, and I said nothing to stop the men from taking the moral high ground. I might have when Mike was sent back to the dressing room to get his cheek stitched up from a high-sticking call that the refs somehow missed. Guess the blood running down our captain’s cheek was just a bizarre sort of medical happenstance. There could have been a moment where I thought about telling the men to calm down a bit after a questionable offside call that cost us a goal. But when I heard a racial slur slung at Devon Linkes, one of our best new defensemen, I opted to stop being so polite. I know my mama was probably aghast up there in heaven to hear the things that I was saying, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

  We were down a goal, in the third period, and had five minutes to tie this damn game up or go home. Right now, we just wanted to get the game tied. Then we could focus on the go-ahead goal. We called a timeout, our only one, and the men on the ice skated to the bench.