by Anthology
"Alrighty then. Message is clear, Counselor. Let me get the rest of the pots and pans over here, in an orderly fashion I promise." For good measure, I threw in a wink and called it a productive night.
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It wasn’t more than a half hour later when Lloyd reappeared in the great room where I was sprawled out on his sofa. I had stuffed a couple of his couch pillows underneath my head so that I could get a decent view of the game I was watching. Christ, he hadn’t arranged this room to be ergonomically conducive to watching the big screen at all.
“Excuse me, Luke,” he said, and I couldn’t miss the slight twitch he had going in one cheek. He was pissed about something.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Would you mind following me? I want to show you something.”
Well, well, well. If Ledbetter thought I was going to swallow my fucking pride just because he was in the mood to sample Club Luke, he had a lot to learn about me. I capitulated and launched myself from his sofa, letting the pillows fall to the floor.
I followed him like a whipped puppy down the hall, wondering what exactly he had planned to make it all up to me. My dick twitched and my mind wandered over the possibilities. He stopped in the hallway, and held out his arm to usher me into the guest bathroom ahead of him.
What kind of kink did Ledbetter have in mind?
Once beside me he gestured toward the toilet. “What’s wrong with this picture, Luke?”
“Say again?” I asked, my brow furrowed. “Not following, Lloyd.”
“You left the toilet seat up, Luke. It’s common courtesy to put both the seat and the lid down once finished using the facilities. I do appreciate the fact that you at least bothered to flush.”
“Oh for Chrissake,” I howled. “Are you fucking serious here? It’s not like you have a chick living here with you.” The expression on his face told me that he most certainly was serious. I shook my head and started to lower the lid, when he stopped me.
“Just a minute. There’s something else.”
I watched as he pulled some toilet paper off the roll next to the toilet. “It is also common courtesy that when one dribbles urine onto the rim of the toilet, to wipe it clean before flushing and lowering the seat and the lid like this.”
He wiped the rim clean of what must have been one or two drops, tossed the toilet paper into the bowl, and then flushed it. “Now we may lower the seat and then the lid respectively.”
His proper toilet etiquette demo was now complete I presumed. My arms were crossed, and my right hand was tucked under my chin as I fought the urge to laugh -- and lost. “Well, aren’t you the persnickety hot house flower,” I roared, laughing so hard I could feel my shoulders shaking.
He threw his arms up for effect. “It’s so little to ask of you, really. But I would appreciate your adherence while a guest in my home. Is that too much for you to remember?”
“No, no…not at all,” I replied, still chuckling. “I promise I will exercise better bathroom decorum, Ledbetter. It’s your crib. I shall obey,” I finished, giving him a slight bow. “Now, am I excused to go back and finish watching the game? Or are there any further lessons in decorum you wish to convey to me as your house guest?”
I saw a flash of defiance in Lloyd’s eyes. Maybe he wasn’t the submissive I had pegged him as being. Maybe it was Lloyd’s turn for a lesson.
Chapter 11
I GAVE THIS guy a blowjob. What was I thinking? Not only was he my client, which is unethical in any field of work, but aside from that monumental slip-up, he was everything I disliked about a certain type of man.
Yeah, okay, I knew I had a sexual thing with Blackburn and he was a client as well, but somehow that seemed different. Sure, Larson Blackburn was an asshole but in some aspects he was refined and cultured. He had seduction down to a science that neither men nor women could or wanted to resist. And, of course, he was obsessive compulsive about cleanliness. We were perfect together. A dominant alpha who knew exactly how to bring a submissive male, like myself, to his knees.
Had Larson done more damage to my psyche than I had thought? Was I in the Rebound Twilight Zone and getting hard for men who were the complete opposite of the love of my life? And Jesus Christ, Luke was oblivious to the common decency of wiping off and then carefully placing the toilet seat in a closed position. So why, in the name of all that is holy, was I turned on, right now? How was that even possible?
"Ah, yeah, you can return to your Neanderthal ways. I'm just going to make a few phone calls and try to find a way to save your ass. But please, do make sure your team wins as they throw around a leather ball and high five each other's asses in guise of congratulations." I felt like a child throwing a fit because the bad boy in jeans and tattoos was more interested in watching football than paying attention to me.
That's when I found myself slammed up against the wall of my bathroom. Luke's hot breath beating down my cheek as he chuckled before licking a path across my jaw and straight to my ear.
"You know what I think?" I heard him say over the thunderous beat of my heart.
"No." I whispered, my surprise at this turn of events clear as the perfectly polished surfaces of my home.
"I think you need a good fucking. You need a real man to pound that anxiety right out of you. And then? I think you need to show that dominant personality and be a top, for once in your life. Am I close?"
It took me a second too long to answer, but then all I could manage was a scoff. "You couldn't be any further from the truth."
My heavy breaths belied my words but there was no way I would satisfy his two-bit psych evaluation on my needs and desires. But, damn him, he was pretty much on course. Never before had I fantasized about fucking another man who oozed alpha like Luke. Sure, I'd topped before but only men who were more submissive than I was. Men like Luke usually made me want to get on all fours and help me separate myself from my compulsion, my control issues.
"You sure about that, Lloyd?" he said as he ran a rough, strong hand up the side of my neck and cupped my chin, forcing me to make eye contact.
"No. I mean, yes...I don't top. Usually..." Jesus, I sounded like a fifteen-year-old virgin girl getting her first taste at lust.
"Well, you won't be topping me. Yet, that is. But, Lloyd? I am going to fuck that stress right out of you, and then we're going to talk like adults and try to figure out what's going on here between us. Despite my appearances, I'm not a fuck and run kind of guy so don't expect me to be gone in the morning."
With those words and his palm still keeping my face in place, he cocked his head and brought his lips to mine in a punishing, feral kiss that literally took my breath away. Our tongues began the age-old dance of discovery right before Luke started fucking my mouth with bites, sucks and animalistic grunts. I felt like prey begging its predator to tear into him slowly and deliciously. Pulling slightly away, Luke sank his perfect teeth into my swollen bottom lip enough for me to taste the faint remnants of copper. Licking at the wound, my cock hardened further at the potent mixture between blood and horny male.
"Take off your clothes, Lloyd. Do not fold them. Do not put them away neatly."
What? Where the hell was I supposed to put them if not in the closet or hamper? And yes, I folded them up in the hamper. It avoids unnecessary wrinkles before going in the wash. Sue me.
"Stop thinking and start getting naked. Now, Lloyd. Do not test my patience or you'll be chasing that orgasm you need the entire night while I continuously bring you to the edge and then back again." Luke warned right before he snapped his fingers.
Asshole.
So, I did what any normal man would do in my position; I took one for the team. The OCD slash control freak team. I curled my fingers around the hem of my polo and pulled the material up and over my head, closing my eyes and begging forgiveness to the couture gods for discarding my clothes like yesterday's trash.
As I unbuttoned my slacks, my eyes fixed on Luke, I could see in my peripheral that he w
as mimicking my actions. My pants slid to my ankles while Luke's rested on his hips, putting that irresistible "V" on display and making me moan despite myself. He smirked. I growled at my inner slut. Why did that one anatomical masterpiece make women and gay men stupid? Because it was an arrow pointing straight to the goods. Subconsciously, our brains know exactly what we want and that is the yellow brick road that leads to ungodly pleasures.
Where I was wearing my Emporio Armani boxer briefs, Luke had, of course, been sporting the commando style. Where the silver lined the elastic of my black trunks, Luke's silver adorned the length of his shaft. I wondered, not for the first time, how it would feel to take him inside me. Would it hurt differently? Would he have to prep me longer?
"Don't think, Lloyd. I promise, you'll love it."
Great, so now Mr. Gunner aka "Guns" could read my mind? When I looked down at myself, I realized I was cupping my straining erection and his eyes were boring holes through it all the while he stroked himself long and steady.
Hooking my fingers at the elastic of my briefs, I slowly bent at the waist and slid the material down the length of my legs, my face only inches from Luke's hard-on. Chancing a glance at my lover, I reached out and licked the tip of his cock, making his silver ring dangle with my movement and Luke's hand falter in his upward stroke, before I rose to my full height. Naked as the day I was born.
"Why are you still dressed?"
I knew why, but I liked this game. I was familiar with it, which was more than I could say about this entire day of events.
"Don't ask questions. Concentrate on what I tell you." That voice? It could melt glaciers and freeze lava all at the same time.
This, I understood. There was no doubting whenever I found myself in the submissive role. It was as though my worries and fears and every insecurity I harbored simply disappeared and in its place I found only acceptance and a sense of overwhelming calm. If I could bottle this feeling, I would single-handedly wipe out the need for drugs all over the planet.
When Luke took a step towards me, his fist pumping his cock at regular intervals, I let out a satisfied breath through my parted lips. That's when I felt the heat of his body cover my nakedness like a ray of sunshine on a chilly day. With one large palm, he brought our cocks together, his long fingers circling both girths. Where my dick was long and slim, Luke's was equally long but considerably thicker. I could feel the friction from the Jacob's Ladder on the underside of my cock, the sensation heightening my anticipation, making me tremble with need.
"Look at us, Lloyd," he said as he pumped our joined shafts in a slow but firm grip. "Imagine all the pleasures we are going to get from these two body parts." Luke leaned in, pushing his whole body against mine, forcing me to press against the bathroom wall. "Imagine all of the ways I'm going to make you come. All of the places I'm going to come on you. And, believe me, I'll make sure you keep count of every orgasm you have with me tonight."
And then his mouth was on mine, demanding, feral and hungry like lion deprived of meat during the summer heat wave. It was in that moment that I knew I was in deep trouble with this man that never should have been my lover. Yet, here he was, doling out commands and making my entire body hum with nervous energy.
"Spread your legs," he ordered and I obliged. Calloused fingers slid across my hips to clench at my ass cheek, digging deep and probably leaving prints. I loved every second of it. Even more when his middle finger reached the crease of my ass and slid down my crack. I was panting in anticipation, flexing my muscles to keep from grinding my dick harder into his pumping fist. Luke spat on his palm before resuming his strokes and depriving me of his touch with his wandering hand. The next thing I knew, his middle digit was at my lips, parting them and then pushing inside my mouth.
"Suck," he ordered. "Suck it good. Make it nice and wet so I can fuck your tight little hole."
I obliged, of course, with my eyes boring into his gaze, my lips sucking like my life depended on it, my tongue coating his finger in my saliva. The only indication that Luke's control was beginning to slip was the small growl that escaped his lips right before he returned his attention to my ass and easily slipped his finger inside, making me moan loudly with approval.
"Yes, Luke. God, deeper."
"Take it, Ledbetter."
Knees flexing as Luke stroked our cocks and finger fucked my ass, I felt the telltale sensation of my balls tightening. What the hell? I was not going to come already. But then Luke found it, that magical spot that caused my world to explode in colors and muted sounds. Stimulating my prostate, I didn't even have time to warn him when I shot my load without ever having the chance to control it.
"Holy fuck...shit..." My knees almost gave out as I watched my cum coat his massive, tattooed chest and a feeling of possessiveness took over me as I marked him, albeit involuntarily, with my seed.
"That was one. Now turn around, hands flat on the vanity, eyes locked on the mirror and watch me fuck you into oblivion."
Sir, fucking, Sir.
Without even thinking, I bent over the vanity, hands splayed on the faux marble surface and watched as Luke quickly pulled off his tee shirt and pushed his jeans down his legs right after he dug out a foil packet from his pocket. I spread apart my legs and made sure to brace myself for lesson number two. Or three. It didn't matter. With practiced efficiency, Luke covered his cock with the latex condom before taking the dripping come from his chest and using it as lube. It wouldn't help for long, since that shit dried up pretty quickly, but if he hurried...
"Ahhh, fuck...Jesus!" With only the two thumbs spreading my cheeks and helping my opening to accept the head of his cock, Luke did not hesitate in breaching my tight ring of muscles. Then he stopped, letting me adjust, running a soothing hand up and down my spine and murmuring words of reassurance.
"Breathe, baby. I'm in. I can't wait to make you mine."
Slowly, Luke began to move. In and out. I could feel every ridge of his piercings caressing my inner walls. There was no pain, just a relentless massage that brought me to new heights of pleasure I never knew existed.
"Look at me, Lloyd. Watch me own you."
Jesus fucking Christ, he was beautiful. Not in a pretty way. But in a wild animal trying to be tame, way. The intensity in his eyes spoke of promises I wasn't quite ready to hear. The possessive hands gripping my hips painted a picture of hopes that I wasn't anticipating a mere hour ago. When one hand snaked around to grab my already hardening cock, all sweetness and vulnerability was gone and in its place I saw the predator that lurked inside one Luke "Guns" Gunner. "Hold on tight, Lloyd. I'm about to bring you to your knees."
And that was exactly what he did. He fucked me hard, hitting my prostate with every thrust, jacking my cock as though his life depended on it and staring right at me the whole time. When he finally reached his peak, he bent down and bit the soft mass of muscles between my neck and shoulder but not before whispering his final command, "Come. Right the fuck now."
And I did.
We both did.
Together.
The lightening force of my orgasm had my body shaking. Or maybe it was the earthquake behind me as Luke thrust one last time, balls deep, while he gripped me in his arms and swore under his breath. My name flowing from his lips like a prayer. That's when we both collapsed to the floor and tried in vain to regain our breaths.
"Is that why they call you 'Guns'? Your ability to lash out with your cock?" My question came out in pants, my breathing a difficult feat.
"Nope."
"You're not going to tell me, are you?" I turned to look at his smirking profile.
"This conversation can wait. Shower. Then bed. I'm not done with you, Lloyd."
And he wasn't. Not for the next four hours.
At least he threw his condom in the bin instead of leaving it out like the caveman I assumed him to be.
Chapter 12
AFTER THE FUCKFEST Lloyd and I had enjoyed off and on all night, I was pretty damn sure I’d wor
n his ass out and mine as well. Saturdays were made for sleeping in, but when my arm felt around to find his warm body, it didn’t take me long to realize he’d left my bed. I raised myself up on my elbows and glanced around the guest room.
Yep. His clothes were gone from the heap he’d left them in on the carpeted floor, and I had to chuckle. Part of me found his OCD kind of cute, but I swear to God, there’d been a moment or two when I could tell he was struggling with my directives to him about leaving his clothes discarded carelessly on the floor. I worried he might not be able to keep his hard-on if his neat freak inner voice started badgering him.
I was relieved to discover his penchant for being submissive won that argument. Who knows, maybe I would actually be a good influence on Lloyd where his OCD was concerned. I knew one thing, I wasn’t letting him go anytime soon. I was hell bent on taking him to places he’d never dreamed possible. Our physical chemistry was off the fucking charts and when that happens, there’s no way I won’t be enjoying the sweet nectar for as long as possible.
I dragged my naked ass out of bed, making sure that I made it because, well because I wanted to be a dutiful guest and at least play by Lloyd’s rules on keeping his place neat and orderly.
The smell of coffee invaded my senses as I finished making up the bed. That alone gave me the push I needed to get my ass in gear. I took a leak, being vigilant of wiping the rim, flushing the toilet and lowering the seat and the lid as previously instructed.
I grabbed a quick shower and a shave and then dressed in jeans, a tee shirt and pulled on my leather boots. Lloyd was gonna love his first experience on the back of a Harley.
I checked the weather from the bedroom window. It was a perfect day for riding. We’d take our time getting to my stash location, and then maybe grab some lunch at a diner that wasn’t too far from it. Hopefully, Lloyd would be getting more information from that detective he had on the payroll.
