by Sean Michael
Table of Contents
Blurb
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Epilogue
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Personal Best 3
By Sean Michael
Personal Best: Book Three
Swimmer Mike Gauliet is on his way to an Olympic berth, sitting on the edge of fulfilling his potential and achieving the dreams his coach and lover, Jessy Turner, has for both of them.
All Mike wants to think about is swimming his laps faster than anyone else. Too bad things aren’t going exactly according to plan. Mike’s getting threats, and he’s afraid to tell Jessy and determined to handle things alone.
When the threats escalate to the point where Mike can’t hide them, though, Jessy takes over, moving Mike to a new training location, promising to keep him safe. Mike and Jessy try to go on with business as usual, but someone has such hatred for Mike that it seeps into their everyday life, straining their relationship, making Mike wonder if he even wants to swim anymore. Danger lurks around every corner, in and out of the pool, and while Mike and Jessy work with the police to discover the culprit, one attack leaves their life in shambles. Can Mike and Jessy find their attacker and get Mike back on track to a championship?
Chapter One
JESSY FILLED a couple of glasses with juice and headed for the deck. He frowned at himself in the mirror. His hair was getting long and showing the gray. Time for a cut. He didn’t want people thinking he was Mike’s father. Chuckling at himself, he put their juice on the patio table and went to sit in his deck chair, watching Mike swim laps.
Mike was looking good, pulling strong through the water. Jessy could see it was getting close to time to rein him in, though. The kid’s form was just a little sloppy, Mike getting just a little tired.
He went and turned down the music Mike swam to, crouching near one end of the pool.
Just like clockwork, Mike’s head popped up when he hit the wall, dark eyes blinking at him. “Yeah, Coach?”
“That’s enough for today, Mike. Come have a juice and sit a spell.”
“But….” Mike pulled himself up. “What kind of juice?”
He chuckled. “Orange.” He wrapped Mike in a towel and led the kid over to the patio table.
Mike drank deeply, throat working as he drained the glass. “Oh. Good.”
“Speaking of good, you’re looking great out there. You’re going to be at the top of your game for the National Qualifier.”
Truth was, Mike swam like a dream on an off day. When he was happy and working hard and concentrating, Jessy didn’t believe anyone anywhere in the world right now could beat his swimmer.
“Yeah? Cool. I haven’t had pizza in days.” Mike plopped down into a chair. “What’s on tonight’s agenda?”
“Not pizza,” Jessy teased. He leaned over and spiked up Mike’s blond-tipped hair. “I was thinking we could watch a movie or two. See what came up.”
Mike leaned into the touch, humming softly. They’d been lovers so long, and Mike was still eager for each touch. “No. I took the stuff out for chicken sandwiches earlier.”
“Sounds good. I’ve got some sponsor agreements to go over with you as well, but it can wait until tomorrow if you want to relax for the rest of the day.”
“Does that mean I have to eat weird stuff or hock cell phones?”
“Not this time. I told Sunkist you drink orange juice by the crateful, and they were immediately interested. And there’s a camera company, and Speedo wants to see you.”
“Oh, cool.” Mike grinned, eyes twinkling.
“They said something about making a Mike Gauliet line.”
“They did not.” Mike, his sweet just-let-me-swim lover, just had no clue. None.
“They did too. They wanted to talk to you, though, about what you like, your favorite colors and stuff. Something about getting you together with a designer.” Sponsors were sometimes a pain, but that’s what let them live where they did, paid his salary, took care of Mike’s needs.
“Weird.” Mike shook his head. “Like anyone wants swim trunks with my name on them.”
“Just you wait. All the kids are going to want to be you when they grow up.” Christ, Mike was cute. Adorable really. “We’ve got a bit of time before we make supper. Unless you’re really hungry.”
One eyebrow raised and Mike smiled wide. “Yeah? You wanting to play, Jessy?”
He shrugged casually. “If you do, baby.”
God, he loved that laugh, husky and happy and full of life. “Always. Forever.”
“Excellent.” He leaned in and licked at Mike’s lips. “Let’s go in.”
One long hand slid into his, Mike grabbing some juice with the other. “Yeah. I’m right behind you.”
“Enjoying the view?” he teased, leading the way back inside.
“You know it.” Mike goosed him as they headed up the stairs.
He gasped and whipped around, eyes wide. “Somebody wants to play.”
Mike looked wicked, eyes shining, cheeks flushed. Little bastard. “Who? Me?”
“No, the other guy I fuck every night until he screams. Brat.” He tugged Mike into the bedroom they’d converted into a playroom. “I’m gonna tie you down and make you crazy.”
“I don’t scream. Moan? Maybe. When you’re really good….” Mike slid his hands down along Jessy’s spine, warm and stroking.
“You moan…. When I’m really good.” He narrowed his eyes; it was hard to look seriously annoyed when Mike was doing that, making him feel good. “Is that a challenge, kid?”
“I don’t know, old man. Are you up to it?”
“I’ll show you up.” He tugged on Mike’s hand, pulling his baby in for a hard kiss.
Mike opened easily, tongue pushing against his, that smile tasting sweet. He slid his hands over Mike’s body, wrapping his fingers around the waistband of Mike’s swimming trunks and tugging them down. Mike was already half-hard as he stepped out of the trunks, pushed their bodies together.
He purred into Mike’s mouth, his own prick pushing at the zipper of his jeans. They were opened, Mike sliding his fingers in as the zipper went down.
Groaning, he pushed his hips toward Mike’s touch. “Baby… oh.”
Mike nodded. “Yeah. Oh.”
Jessy started rubbing, stroking. He nodded, whimpering, working with Mike. He bent and licked at Mike’s neck, breathing in the sweat and chlorine scent.
“Mmm… love.” Mike lifted his chin, head falling back.
“Uh-huh.” He wrapped his own hand around Mike’s cock, still sucking on the warm skin of Mike’s neck
. There was nothing like his baby. Nothing.
Mike moaned, pushing into his touch, rocking nice and slow.
“Gonna take off the edge?” he asked, matching Mike’s movements.
“Yeah. Make the second time better.” Mike kissed him, tonguefucking his lips in time with their hands.
Jessy just purred in answer, beginning to move faster. It felt so good; loving Mike was the best thing he’d ever done. They moved together, in sync, panting together. He slid his free hand around to grab Mike’s ass, playing with Mike’s hole.
“Oh.” Mike spread a little, kept stroking him.
“That’s my baby,” he murmured, sliding one finger into the tight heat of Mike’s body.
“Y-yours. Yours.” Mike arched, moan sweet.
“You got that right.” He worked Mike’s cock and ass, moaning into his baby’s mouth.
Mike pressed his thumb into the tip of Jessy’s cock, sending sparks through him.
“Baby!” He squeezed harder on Mike’s cock, wanting Mike to tumble first.
“Yeah.” Mike bucked, heat splashing over his fingers.
That’s all he needed to go falling over himself, and with a cry, he came as well. “Oh yeah, that’s the good stuff.”
“Uh-huh.” Mike nodded, panted, eyes just rolling.
He took the few steps they needed to get to the bed and laid Mike on it, smiling down. “So what do you want tonight?”
“Everything.” Mike grinned, winked.
Jessy chuckled and went to the wardrobe that held their toys. “Whatever you want, Mike.”
He took stuff out—a pair of nipple clamps, a collar, a heavy plug, cock ring.
“Am I missing anything?”
“Cuffs.”
“Oh, I do like the way you think, baby.” He pulled out the thick, padded cuffs. “Wrists and ankles?”
Mike moaned, shifting in the sheets. “Uh-huh.”
Jessy’s cock throbbed and he shivered. He tossed everything on the bed and stripped properly out of his clothes. Mike watched and worked his cock with one hand, pumping nice and slow.
“Christ, baby, you look amazing.”
“For you.” Mike arched, moving faster.
“Always for me. And you can stop now.” That was his cock Mike was pumping.
“Hmm?” Little tease, daring him, pushing him.
“Brat.”
“Yep.” Mike stuck his tongue out.
He pounced his baby, straddling the warm thighs, then taking Mike’s wrists in his hands and holding them up above Mike’s head. Mike’s muscles, lean and strong, tensed, pulled, tested him. He growled a little, squeezing his hands, holding Mike tight.
“Oh. Fuck. Jess….” Mike’s dark eyes flared, his cock jerking. Yeah, his baby liked that, liked being held down.
He put both of Mike’s wrists into one hand and got the cuffs on. Mike tugged, moaned for him, fingers clenching. “So pretty, baby.” He hooked the cuffs up to the headboard.
“You make me want so bad.”
“Gonna make you wait for it too.” He bent and kissed Mike hard before sliding down along the long body to cuff Mike’s ankles.
Mike’s thighs, strong and smooth, pulled, stretched that bare, beautiful body for him. Groaning, he started to explore, sliding his mouth and fingers on Mike’s skin. Mike’s cock was hard, wet-tipped, bobbing, balls drawn up tight.
“You need the ring?” he asked, nosing Mike’s balls.
“Uhn.” Mike’s muscles tightened, chains rattling.
“That’s a yes if I’ve ever heard one.” He wrapped the leather around Mike’s balls, making them nice and snug before wrapping the long cock. “So beautiful.”
“Want. Oh, Jess. I want so much.”
“I know, baby. Gonna give it to you.” He tilted Mike’s hips as far as he could and bent to lick at Mike’s hole.
Mike’s thighs shuddered, shook, body rippling. He hummed and purred, sliding his tongue along Mike’s crease, pushing into that beautiful heat. He loved the way the chains rattled, the way Mike panted for him.
“Tell me how much you need it, baby.”
“Oh. Oh. I….” Mike’s head rolled, tongue wetting the red lips.
“That much, yeah?” He chuckled and shifted, moving up Mike’s body to suck on one nipple, making it pebble up for him.
Mike jerked, eyes blazing, almost black. He let Mike’s nipple go, teasing it with his tongue and blowing on it before setting the clamp on it.
“Oh! Oh, fuck!” Mike panted, rocking and sliding, tugging the chains.
“You’re something else, baby. Amazing.” He teased the other nipple with the edge of the clamp, watching it come up.
“I. I. Fuck, Jessy. Need.”
“You’ll get it.” He grinned at Mike. “Eventually.”
“Bitch.” Mike moaned, mock-glared. “Always mean to me.”
He laughed. “You love it.”
“I love you.”
Jessy stopped, looking into those dark brown eyes. “I know, baby.” He got a smile, warm and happy, beautiful. His. “Gonna make you fly, baby.” Leaning in, he kissed Mike softly.
“Yeah. Yeah, Jess. Please.”
“You want the collar, too, baby?”
Mike blushed a deep red, but he nodded, cock throbbing.
“That’s my baby.”
He dragged the leather collar over Mike’s skin, letting Mike know it was coming, letting the anticipation build. Mike closed his eyes, cheeks blazing, body tight. He finally wrapped the collar around Mike’s neck, making it snug, but not cutting off Mike’s air. Yet.
“Mmm… Jess.” Oh, he could smell Mike’s need, Mike’s heat.
“I’ve got this plug, baby, but I think I want to fuck you myself.” Yeah, feel that desperate heat around his cock.
Mike nodded, panting. “You can use it after.”
“Oh yeah, lock my seed inside you.” He nodded and slicked up his prick.
The moan he got was low, desperate.
He slid between Mike’s legs, nudging his cock against that sweet hole a few times.
“Please. Jess.” Mike arched, rubbing up against him.
“Anything, baby.” He pushed in, watching Mike move beneath him.
“Yes.” Mike’s body tugged him in, pulled at his cock.
His eyes rolled in his head. Christ, that was good. He started thrusting, slowly building speed. Mike rocked, moving against him, moving beneath him. Mike’s skin broke out in a sweat, starting to shine. He shuddered and kept thrusting, kept moving, loving the way Mike looked.
Mike’s throat worked, eyes huge and dark, liquid dripping from the bound prick.
“You enjoying yourself, baby?” he asked, practically purring.
“Mmm.” Mike was nonverbal, flying for him.
He kept thrusting, flying himself, high on how beautiful his baby was, skin shining, eyes rolling, body bound, clamped.
“Jess.” Mike jerked, body riding him.
“That’s it, baby, feel me.”
“I. I do. I do. Love. Oh.” So beautiful.
He thrust harder, hands hard on Mike’s skin.
“Need. Jess. Please.”
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Need to come, love. Need to.”
He hummed and bent to kiss Mike, sliding his fingers on the leather holding Mike’s cock. He got the knot undone and whispered “Come” as he pulled cock ring away. Mike arched, clenching him like a fist, the deep cry echoing in the room as spunk sprayed. His own climax almost caught him by surprise as he watched Mike come. Gasping, he jerked, come pushing from him.
“Love you. Love. Oh, sweet fuck. Jessy.” Mike was still moving, moaning low.
He slipped out of Mike’s body, reached for the plug, and slicked it up quickly before sliding it into Mike’s body just like that.
“Uhn….” Mike’s eyes rolled, throat working.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmured, leaning down to lick the come from Mike’s belly and cock.
Mike purred for him, rocking nice and slow. Once Mike was clean, he licked his way up to the clamped nipples, teasing the swollen skin with his mouth.
“Stings. So much, Jess.”
“Is it good, baby?” he asked.
“Yeah. So good. Flying.”
He purred again, licking his way up to Mike’s neck, to that perfect spot where warmth and taste and scent came together.
“Oh.” That sound? Perfect.
He slid his hand down between Mike’s legs and gently tapped on the plug.
“Jessy.” Mike’s hips rolled, eyes wide.
“You gonna come for me again, baby? Before we nap?”
Mike moaned, eyes holding his. “I… Jess.”
He chuckled. “I thought so.” He took off both nipple clamps at the same time. The reaction was sweet, Mike arching, chains pulled taut.
“Oh, baby.” His own cock was throbbing, but he wasn’t going to make it a third time. But that didn’t mean Mike couldn’t. Leaning in, he licked at Mike’s nipple, took it into his mouth, and sucked.
“Jessy!” Mike bucked, rocked.
He hummed around the hot flesh in his mouth, reaching down to stroke Mike’s cock. Mike’s body was on fire, throat working beneath the leather collar, cock leaking. He tightened the collar a little, moving to the other nipple.
“Yes,” Mike groaned, nipple hot and hard, swollen.
A little tighter; if Mike could speak, could groan, he could breathe too easily. Jessy loved the way Mike trusted, the way Mike let him push and touch, the control Mike gave him. He raised his head a little, watching Mike’s face as he blew on Mike’s nipple, working his cock hard with one hand.
Mike’s lips were open, his baby gasping, eyes unfocused. Moaning, he traced Mike’s lips with his tongue, thumb working the tip of Mike’s cock.
Mike’s beautiful dark eyes met his, almost glowing, lips just moving. “Please.”
He tightened Mike’s collar just a touch more, tugging harder, faster on Mike’s cock. Then he reached down to jostle the plug again. Mike arched beneath him, heat spraying over his fingers.
Purring, he gave Mike a long, slow kiss before undoing the collar. Mike just melted into the mattress—after the full day of practice and the sex, his lover was already almost asleep.
He pulled up the covers and curled around his baby. He’d leave the plug in. It was a sign that he didn’t get questioned on it, either, Mike just snuggling right in with a sweet, happy sound.
