by Brandon Witt
Alex pulled back his arm and the muscles bulged when he broke, the cue ball connecting with a loud crack sending the balls scattering, one falling into a side pocket.
“Well look at that. I actually made one,” Alex exclaimed with a smirk.
“What have you got?”
“Big ones,” Alex responded and moved around the table eyeing his options. He leaned over the table and lined up the cue, but before he took the shot he looked up at Ridley and met his gaze. “And before you ask, yes, I do have big ones.”
Any witty comeback he might have had was obliterated in the wake of Alex’s captivating gaze in combination with the naughty images that popped into Ridley’s head with Alex’s declaration. He shifted slightly and swallowed down his moan as his erection rubbed against the rough front seam of his jeans.
“You’re picturing it, aren’t you?” Alex murmured knowingly before taking his shot.
“Yes.”
Ridley was so mesmerized by Alex’s movements, the way he stroked his hand down the cue stick as he studied the table, the way he shifted from foot to foot causing that amazing ass to sway and tighten, the way he bit his lower lip before taking a shot, Ridley didn’t even realize Alex had run the table until he was calling out his last shot.
“Eight ball in the corner pocket,” he exclaimed and pointed at the pocket in question with his cue stick.
“Hey! I thought you said you sucked at pool?” Ridley huffed.
“I said I sucked at pool when I was stone-cold sober,” Alex pointed out. “After a few beers to relax me, I fucking rock,” he said smugly.
True to his word, Alex smacked the cue ball and it ricocheted off the side bumper at the perfect angle and sunk the eight ball into the intended pocket.
Alex flashed a brilliant smile at Ridley and hung up his cue stick before grabbing the rack. “Best of three?”
So that’s how he wanted to play. “Bring it.”
Ridley held his own during the next game, which was pretty damn remarkable considering how much Alex teased him. The bastard found every excuse to brush up against him, each time flashing Ridley a naughty smile. The hardest tease to ignore, because it caused his own dick to throb each time, was the way Alex touched himself. Every time Ridley would look at him, Alex would rub a palm over the impressive bulge at the front of his jeans or across his chest. The fucker even rubbed both his hands over his ass as he ordered more beers. Ridley was going out of his goddamn head. It was impossible to concentrate on the game when all he wanted to do was rip Alex’s clothes off and bend him over the pool table. To slam some balls against taut skin rather than padded tables or stroke a pole rather than a cue stick. Ridley was a fucking mess, but he won. Yeah, yeah, yeah, so Alex scratched on the eight ball, but it served him right, teasing Ridley like that.
Ridley gulped down half his beer, the cool liquid soothing his dry throat, before he moved up close to Alex and inhaled deeply. The man smelled of beer, spice, clean sweat, and a unique scent that caused Ridley’s pulse to speed and his dick to throb. He wanted to touch and taste every inch of the addictive man. Emboldened by the way Alex had been teasing him all night, he whispered, “I say we call it a draw and celebrate our wins back at my place.”
Alex sucked in a deep breath and pushed his ass against Ridley’s groin, pulling a deep, rumbling moan from him before stepping away. “Or we could put a little wager on the last game,” Alex suggested with a sly grin.
Ridley liked his idea better. With the sexual tension arcing in the air between them each time they got close or touched, he knew he was going to get laid. He didn’t want to play anymore. He was ready to get down to the fucking—beyond ready. But the wicked glint in Alex’s eyes had him curious. “I’ll bite. What’s the stakes?”
Alex grabbed his cue stick and chalked it up. He scanned the area—no one was paying them any attention. Alex stepped up close and growled, “I like biting.” Ridley shivered, causing Alex to chuckle. “I win, I top. You win, you top,” he offered and chomped his teeth close to Ridley’s ear before moving back to the pool table.
Oh fuck me! Ridley sucked in a harsh breath as he adjusted his aching dick, not bothering to be discreet. “Deal!”
When Alex bent to take his shot, Ridley prayed he’d run the table. If he got a chance at the table he was so going after the eight ball. No fucking way was he going to win the game. Alex obviously didn’t have the same idea about losing. Within two minutes every solid was knocked in and he was studying the table. One more ball and they were out of there, and Ridley’s ultimate sexy dream would be coming true. Oh Jesus H. Christ, he was going to get banged. He was literally vibrating with anticipation. He tipped up his mug with a shaking hand and gulped down the last of his beer.
“Well, if it isn’t nerd boy.”
Ridley lowered his mug in time to see Kyle step up and slap Alex on the back—hard—just as he was taking his shot. Alex was pitched forward, and the eight ball jumped over the railing with the powerful impact of the cue.
Alex spun and shoved Kyle with both hands. “What the fuck is your problem?” he snarled as Kyle went stumbling back.
With lightning speed, Ridley was standing between the two in full-on protective mode, putting Alex behind him. Kyle righted himself quickly and took a step toward them with his hand curled into a tight fist.
“Take one more step, motherfucker, and you’ll be spitting out teeth,” Ridley promised.
“Ridley,” Alex barked from behind him and grabbed on to his shirt. “I can handle this.”
Ridley stood his ground, reaching behind him to grab on to Alex’s hip and shove him back. “I got this,” Ridley growled lowly without breaking eye contact with Kyle, daring him.
“Oh, what? You got your faggot boyfriend protecting you now, nerd boy?” Kyle spat in disgust, but not until a couple of his jock buddies stepped up on either side of him.
Asswipe wouldn’t have had the balls to say it without backup. Kyle didn’t intimidate him. In fact, Ridley adjusted his grip on the cue stick, preparing to swing it like a Louisville Slugger if any of them made the slightest advance.
“We’re not having any of this shit in my place,” Jake snapped, boldly stepping in between the group of posturing and pissed-off men. He’d obviously witnessed what had taken place because he pointed a finger at Kyle. “Take it someplace else.”
With a murderous gaze, Kyle looked at Ridley for a moment longer and then threw one at Jake. “I’m going,” he grunted. He turned to Ridley and said, “This ain’t over.” He nodded toward the door and stomped away, Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber right on his heels.
“Name the place and time,” Ridley yelled out and then was shoved forward. Still surging with anger, he spun around and glared at Alex.
“Well aren’t you just sexy as fuck when you’re all riled up,” Alex laughed. “Don’t be so upset, you won the game.”
Alex’s words took him aback and he tilted his head in confusion. Then it hit him. “Dammit! Another reason to hate that son of a bitch,” Ridley grumbled. “Best of five?”
Alex laughed harder, handed Ridley his coat, and slung an arm around his shoulders and led him toward the door. “Since the awkward conversation of preference has been averted, the only question now is your place or mine?”
“That’s easy.” He slid his arm around Alex’s waist. “Whichever is closer.”
SURPRISINGLY, KYLE wasn’t anywhere to be found when they stepped out of Jake’s. Then again, Ridley wasn’t sure why he was shocked. Kyle wasn’t the kind of guy who threw down when the odds weren’t in his favor. What should have amazed him was that Kyle tried to start shit with Alex with Ridley there in the first place. The only reason he could think of was perhaps Kyle didn’t think he’d step up to defend Alex once he’d seen the two big goons Kyle had with him. Dickhead had assumed wrong, and Ridley was sure he hadn’t heard the last of Kyle. He’d be wise to watch his back. He wasn’t really worrying about it, though, as he unlocked the door to his small st
udio apartment and ushered Alex in.
The apartment was small, like really fucking tiny. Think dorm room with a private bathroom. But it had a queen-size bed with clean sheets. It was all they needed at the moment. Ridley grabbed Alex, spun him around, and shoved him up against the closed door.
“I’ve wanted to do this all night,” he growled before smashing their mouths together. He moaned loudly as his tongue passed Alex’s lips and Ridley got the first taste of Alex’s delicious warm, wet mouth.
Apparently Alex had wanted the same thing. He may have been the one pinned against the door, but he was far from passive. Alex grabbed Ridley’s face in both his hands as he tried to take control of the kiss. It was hard and fast, all swirling tongues, clanking teeth, and working lips. Ridley gave as good as he got, but Alex directed it, controlled it until Ridley could do nothing but react.
He wasn’t complaining that Alex had won the battle. There were other places on the sexy man he could have his way with while Alex continued to devour Ridley’s mouth. They were the same height and their groins fit perfectly together. Ridley’s hands trembled slightly as he moved them down Alex’s chest. There was nothing geekish or weak about Alex’s body. It was all hard lines and taut muscle. The ridges on his flat stomach flexed beneath Ridley’s fingers. Alex was much more powerful and muscled than Ridley had originally thought. He was curious as to how a bookworm had built up such an impressive body. Ridley was a regular at the campus gym, and he’d never seen Alex there. He’d have to ask him, but not right then. Not while he was stroking his palm over Alex’s hardness. Ridley didn’t care how Alex had gotten so much muscle. He only wanted to touch, taste, pinch—mmm—and bite.
Alex broke the kiss and grabbed Ridley’s wrist as he tried to pop the button on Alex’s jeans. “Not so fast,” Alex murmured.
“Why the hell not?” Ridley grunted impatiently, wanting to get his hands on the goods, and fast. The words were barely out of his mouth when he was spun around and his back hit the door so hard a loud “oomph” escaped him.
“What’s the matter, tough boy?” Alex said slyly. “I’d have thought you liked it rough.”
Ridley clutched Alex’s hips and pulled him forward hard. They both hissed when their groins came in contact. “Oh, I like it rough, all right,” he assured him. “But I figured I’d have to go easy on you.”
Alex licked his swollen bottom lip and then smirked. “That would be your first mistake,” he drawled.
The wicked glint in his eyes caused Ridley’s body to thrum and a thrill to race down his spine. The sensation intensified when Alex fisted his hands in Ridley’s dress shirt and yanked, the buttons making small pings as they hit the wood floor.
Ridley opened his mouth to protest the rough treatment of his good shirt, but he couldn’t. Not when Alex leaned down and sucked Ridley’s right nipple into his mouth, teeth scraping against the sensitive nub. He couldn’t give a shit about clothes right then. Alex could have shredded them, and Ridley wouldn’t have given a fuck in that moment.
Fingers curling in the silky strands at the back of Alex’s head, Ridley pressed Alex’s face harder against his chest. Alex grunted and then bit down hard enough Ridley felt it all the way down to his cock. He looked down and shuddered at the sight of Alex’s mouth on him. Alex’s dark lips and pink tongue looked good against Ridley’s smooth, pale skin. Felt even better.
“Hands at your sides,” Alex demanded he moved over to the other nip.
Alex bit down on the erect nub and pinched the first nipple at the same time, causing Ridley to gasp. He didn’t know why he was so surprised by Alex’s aggressive behavior, since Alex had been hinting at it all night. To actually experience it, though, was a major turn-on, as was the dual sensation of pleasure and pain.
Ridley cried out when the pleasure gave way to more pain. “Hands at your sides,” Alex repeated, the tone of his voice like the crack of a whip. Ridley instantly lowered his hands.
“Jesus, you’re a pushy fucker.”
Alex got right in Ridley’s face, their noses practically touching. Both of Alex’s hands went to Ridley’s nipples, pinching, tugging them sharply, and then rolling them in his fingers. “You got a problem with pushy?” Alex challenged.
Jaw clenched tightly as he tried to process the pain from Alex assaulting his nipples, Ridley didn’t dare speak. Instead he shook his head.
“You got a problem with me being a fucker?” Alex then asked slyly as he continued his torturous treatment.
Again Ridley shook his head.
Alex pressed a quick kiss to his lips and then nipped at the bottom one before he said, “Good.”
Alex went back to using his mouth on Ridley’s nipples, only this time he licked and kissed each abused nub, soothing the sting with soft lips and swirling tongue. It felt good, but Ridley was already missing the sharper edge of teeth and fingers. The sting wasn’t the only thing he was missing when Alex took a step back, depriving Ridley of his mouth and heat.
“Take your clothes off.”
Ridley was so turned on he didn’t even question it, simply followed Alex’s command. Alex watched intently, his blue eyes dark with lust, as Ridley let his jeans and briefs fall to the floor and then stepped out of them. Standing there completely naked, his cock hard and curling upward, Ridley preened a little, enjoying the appreciative look on Alex’s face. Ridley wrapped a fist around his cock, stroking the entire length slowly.
“That’s mine,” Alex growled and slapped Ridley’s hand away.
Ridley had always fancied himself an aggressive lover, taking what he wanted when he wanted. He preferred to bottom but was a total fucking power bottom, knowing what he liked, how he liked it, and not afraid to take it. He wasn’t used to being told what to do, but with Alex calling the shots, he loved it.
He couldn’t help but taunt Alex a bit, however. “Yeah? What you going to do with it?” he asked, wiggling his hips, his dick bobbing and swaying obscenely.
Ridley’s cockiness fled when Alex answered his question by dropping to his knees and swallowing Ridley down, greedily sucking and licking. Ridley gasped and then grabbed a handful of Alex’s curls and thrust hard into that warm, willing mouth.
Alex jerked back. “Hands at your sides.”
“What the fuck, man?” Ridley panted and thrust his cock at him. “What is it with you and my hands? I’m really good with them,” he said confidently.
“I’m sure you are, and you can prove your boast later.” Alex grinned wickedly and arched a brow at Ridley. “Now put them at your fucking sides and don’t touch me if you want me to suck your dick.”
Who in the hell was Ridley to argue? His dick was weeping, balls aching, so of course his hands were at his sides in record time. Ridley had to curl them into tight fists because the urge to touch Alex was huge, but the desire to have Alex bobbing and slurping on his pole was even greater.
Alex pinned Ridley’s hips against the door, his grip and strength enough to ensure Ridley couldn’t move at all while Alex took Ridley back into his mouth and swallowed him down. It was both the most pleasurable thing he’d ever experienced as well as the most frustrating. He watched Alex hungrily feast on his dick, the constriction of his throat the perfect friction each time he swallowed and the noises he was making causing vibrations all the way to Ridley’s toes. He was in fucking heaven. Yet not being able to move, unable to touch, was pure hell.
“You’re driving me insane,” Ridley moaned.
Alex pulled off Ridley’s dick with a pop and smirked up at him. “Well, let me help you get there faster,” he said huskily.
And Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, he was speeding right toward crazy when Alex took him in to the hilt, at the same time shoving the tip of one dry finger up Ridley’s ass. “Fuck!” he shouted at the burn as Alex worked the finger deeper.
Ridley pounded on the door with his fists, trying to hump for all he was worth and bearing down on Alex’s finger. It was raw and dirty and he felt like a total fucking slut
, a slut who was about to blow his load.
“Close,” Ridley gritted out between clenched teeth.
The first time Ridley was with a guy, he hoped he swallowed; it was something that always got him off hard. However, Ridley was hoping Alex didn’t, because he couldn’t think of anything hotter than watching Alex’s gorgeous face as he came all over it.
“Come for me,” Alex growled as he wrapped a tight fist around Ridley’s cock.
It only took one hard pull on his dick while Alex continued to fuck Ridley’s ass with his finger and Ridley was shouting out his release. His eyes threatened to close at the intensity of his orgasm racing down his spine, but there was no way he was going to miss a second of seeing Alex take his load. And yes, Alex was beyond fucking perfect, or maybe he could read Ridley’s naughty thoughts, because Alex opened his mouth wide and pumped him hard and fast. The first blast landed on Alex’s cheek, but he adjusted his aim and the rest landed on his tongue.
Between the look of pleasure on Alex’s face as he looked up with heavy-lidded eyes and the perfect friction on his dick, Ridley came harder and longer than he ever had before, babbling, cursing, and shouting until Alex had milked every last drop.
Ridley slumped against the wall, legs shaking so hard they threatened to give out, but Alex wasn’t done yet. Instead of giving Ridley a minute to catch his breath, Alex crooked his finger, pressing it hard against Ridley’s prostate, and took his dick back into his mouth. He was relentless, sucking hard, cum dripping from the corners of his lips. It was hot as hell, Alex on his knees, fully clothed, sucking and slurping, but Jesus, Ridley’s cock was overly sensitive after just having come. He struggled between wanting to continue watching the sexy fucker enjoying his knob and wanting him to stop. His body made the choice for him, and he fisted his hand in Alex’s curls and tried to pull him off. Alex refused to be moved or stop.
“Enough,” Ridley begged, squirming and pulling at Alex’s hair.
