A Night To Remember_Phoenix Wedding Night

by CJ Bishop

  “Better,” Cole murmured. He coated the sleek rod with lube, smiled, and began to very slowly twist it inside Gabe’s ass.

  Gabe choked on a muffled groan as the humming device entered him a few centimeters at a time, stimulating his sensitive ring as it passed through. Cole swatted his ass again and angled the rod so it ever so lightly grazed his prostate gland.

  “Uh!” Gabe yelled out loud and his whole body jerked. His cock turned to steel.

  Cole spanked him and ran the vibrator in and out of him. His own breath went ragged as he watched the sleek silver rod fuck his husband and drive the man mad with lust. Himself as well.

  He realized that to properly torment Gabe, he had to learn more self-control himself. Clearly, that would have to be a learned skill. Tonight, his self-control was nil.

  Cole moved behind Gabe and stroked his rigid cock between the man’s ass cheeks. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he informed, then smiled, “but you’re not going to cum until I say so. Understand?”

  “Are you fucking kidding me-”

  Smack. Cole’s hand stung as it remained pressed against Gabe’s hot flesh. “Back-talk won’t be tolerated. Now, again—you won’t cum until I give you permission, is that understood?”

  Gabe released a stiff breath. “Yes, Master,” he growled.

  “That didn’t sound very reverent,” Cole deduced with a smirk. “But I’ll take it for now until we see how obedient you truly are.”

  His cock pulsed as he coated it with lube then pushed inside Gabe. Fuck. He was so ready to cum. He gripped Gabe’s hip with one hand and pumped in and out of him a few times before sliding in balls-deep, holding and grinding, working Gabe’s sweet spot mercilessly.

  Gabe growled and groaned through clenched teeth. His cock jumped and dripped milky juice all over the blankets beneath him.

  “Not until I say.” Cole shuddered, his balls churning. He reached under Gabe and stroked the bottom side of his shaft with the sleek vibrator as he began to lengthen his thrusts—pumping him deeper and harder.

  “Uuuhhh…” Gabe wailed.

  “Hold it…” Cole panted and continued to torment him with the slick rod while he fucked him faster…so close to exploding.

  “Uuuh! I…can’t…” Gabe gasped.

  “Hold it…” Cole insisted, his throat constricting as his own orgasm rushed toward the surface. He took the device away from Gabe’s cock, hurriedly added more lube—then squeezed it into Gabe’s ass beneath Cole’s own dick.

  “Fuck!” Gabe exclaimed when the humming device pressed against his prostate.

  “Holy shit!” Cole cried out as the vibrator pressed flush to his cock and propelled him to orgasm. “Uuhh! Fuuck!” He burst inside Gabe, thrusting furiously and pumping him full of cum. The vibrator sustained his orgasm as his cock continued to pulse and shoot his thick, creamy juice into Gabe’s tight caverns. “Cum!” he gasped sharply. “Cum now!”

  Gabe’s body jerked and he yelled into the pillow as he unloaded, his cock jumping and squirting shot after shot after shot of cum on the bed. Cole left the rod inside, pressed against his sensitive gland, and fucked him some more as Gabe shuddered and whimpered and dumped more cum onto the blankets.

  Cole finally withdrew before they both had a coronary, removing the device. He turned it off and tossed it aside then rubbed his hands up Gabe’s back, kissing his hot, damp skin. He kissed all over his ass cheeks where he’d spanked him then urged Gabe up on his knees again. He unhooked the leather strap, removed the collar, then unfastened the cuffs. “Mm,” he moaned and kissed Gabe’s shoulders and nuzzled his hair. “That was fun, wasn’t it?” he chuckled. “I would’ve tortured you much more if I hadn’t been so horny myself.”

  Gabe grunted and peeled off the blindfold, his chest heaving. He turned and grabbed Cole, throwing him down on the bed, and pinned him with his body. “Just wait,” he growled. “Next time, I get to be Master…” He kissed him hard and grinned darkly. “And you will suffer.”

  Chapter Eight

  After they took a shower, Nolan went to the kitchen and brought a bottle of wine back into the bedroom. When he walked through the door, Grid was stretched out on top of the blankets in just his towel. Nolan paused and stared at him; he could get used to this.

  What was he saying? He was already used to it.

  Grid smiled at him and scooted up a little, his back against the pillows. Nolan wore only a towel as well and was convinced the towels would be discarded very soon. Before Grid arrived, Nolan had thought he was past his prime, far beyond nights filled with intense, energetic sex. He’d felt “too old” for it all.

  Not anymore; Grid had revived the young, sexual man within. Or rather, brought him to the surface for the first time.

  He took the wine to the bed and sat down beside Grid, filled the two wine glasses half full and gave one to the young man. Nolan rested his shoulders against the cool wall and played with the short hairs at the nape of Grid’s neck, his eyes unfocused as his thoughts ventured forward to tomorrow morning. He didn’t want to think about Patrice tonight, but she inevitably crept in.

  Grid immediately picked up on his anxiety. “Stop worrying.” He turned his head and kissed Nolan on the lips. His kiss was sweet, like the wine. “She can’t do anything. And Reuben isn’t here, so you don’t have to worry about her trying to physically take him out of here. Let her blow up, it doesn’t matter. The court order will stand. You’re an attorney, you know this.”

  “Yeah.” Nolan sighed and smiled. “I do.” He also knew that, like so many things in life, the law could be manipulated—especially by the rich and powerful. Maybe Patrice wouldn’t get Reuben back tomorrow, but there was no guarantee she wouldn’t get him eventually. Horatio Kaplan’s attorneys were some of the best…but so were Patrice’s attorneys, and she had many.

  “So, let tomorrow take care of itself,” Grid murmured and nuzzled his throat. “And let’s just enjoy tonight…to the fullest.”

  Pleasant shivers ran through Nolan and he moaned as Grid nipped his neck skin and sneaked one hand up under Nolan’s towel. “Mmm…you do pose one hell of a convincing argument.”

  “Think I should become an attorney, too?” Grid grinned against his throat and, beneath the towel, teased a fingertip around the head of Nolan’s heavy cock. “Think I could convince a jury as well?”

  Nolan chuckled as his breath quickened. “I don’t think I’d be okay with your convincing method.”

  “Why not?” Grid trailed the tip of his tongue over Nolan’s Adam’s apple. “It works on you.” His fingers curled around Nolan’s member and gently squeezed and pumped, bringing firmness back to the muscle rather quickly.

  “And you’re only going to use it on me.” Nolan swallowed hard as his head sank back against the wall. “Fuck…”

  Grid took their glasses and set them aside, then flashed a dark, sexy smile and slid down Nolan’s body, spread his thighs and ducked his head under the towel.

  “Shit…” Nolan gasped when his stiffening member was suddenly sucked into Grid’s mouth. “Oh, my God…” He shuddered and cupped Grid’s head through the towel and closed his eyes. “Uuhh…yes…”

  Grid took him all the way in and held, sucking him strongly.

  “Oh, God…” Nolan whispered shakily. “Yes…tongue my shaft…”

  Grid sucked with his whole mouth, running his velvet tongue up and down the underside of Nolan’s cock.

  “Keep that up…” Nolan panted. “…and I’ll be ready to go at it again in no time.”

  Grid moaned his support of the notion and Nolan shivered as the vibration quivered through his member and down into his balls.

  “This time…” Nolan swallowed hard as his shaft stretched longer and thicker inside Grid’s mouth, pushing into his throat. “…I want you…to fuck me.”

  Another pleased moan from Grid sent a flurry of tingling shivers through Nolan’s aroused body, tickling his toes.

  ♦

  Riley tuck
ed a pillow under Darius’ hips then leaned over his back and kissed his shoulder. “I’ll go slow,” he said softly. “I promise, it will feel so good.”

  “I know it will,” Darius moaned; he was so ready to be taken. His ass instinctively arched when Riley massaged his cheeks.

  “You really are a beautiful man,” Riley whispered. “From head to toe.” He gently parted Darius’ legs. He was already wearing a condom as he picked up the lube and applied a generous amount to his member and Darius’ entrance. Both men trembled as Riley guided his stiff shaft to his lover’s door. He slipped one arm around Darius’ chest and pressed his lips to his ear. “I’m so glad we’re falling in love together,” he murmured unsteadily as he began to slide inside Darius’ body.

  Shuddered gasps escaped them both and Riley shoved his mouth against Darius’ shoulder, his breath ragged. The first instance of pain as Riley spread him open, passed quickly, turning into a pleasant throbbing that Darius was sure he would still be feeling in the morning.

  “Are you okay?” Riley shuddered.

  “Yes…don’t stop.”

  Riley pushed in deeper, squeezing through the inner bands of flesh. Darius swallowed thickly, his pulse racing.

  “Uuhh…yes…”

  “Oh, my God,” Riley gasped. “Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good.” He slid both arms around Darius and slowly rolled his hips, sinking himself into his lover all the way.

  “Uuh!” Darius clutched the pillow beneath his head. “Oh God…oh, my God…” Before coming to the city with Max and meeting Riley, Darius had had many fantasies of falling in love and making love for the first time. None of the fantasies compared to this.

  Soft shudders rippled through Riley’s body as he held Darius and swiveled his hips in very small, slow circles, helping Darius adjust to being filled.

  “Uumm…” Darius moaned and shivered. “Oh, God, Riley…it feels so good…”

  Kissing his neck, Riley whispered, “Do you want more?”

  Darius whimpered. “Yes.”’

  “Me, too,” Riley groaned and began to thrust gently as his hips continued to pivot.

  “Oh, fuck…” Darius choked quietly. “Oh, God…don’t stop.”

  Riley thrust a little deeper, a little harder, pulling cries of pleasure out of Darius. In moments, their bodies fell into rhythm; stroking, thrusting, rocking together as one. Darius begged Riley to fuck him harder and Riley was eager to please.

  Somewhere in the midst of their ecstasy, Darius found himself on his hands and knees with Riley clutching his hips, pumping him urgently. Darius gasped and panted as Riley’s thrusts moved him forward. He flattened one hand on the wall for balance and grabbed his throbbing member with the other, stroking fast and hard.

  “Oh God, Riley…”

  Another gasp escaped him when Riley suddenly spun him around and pinned his back to the wall, settling Darius in his lap as he plunged deep inside him again and fucked him vigorously. They clung to each other, their kisses desperate and hard, as they panted furiously into each other’s mouth, their orgasms mounting faster and faster.

  “Oh my God!” Riley choked through their kiss. He crushed Darius in his arms and shoved him harder against the wall. “Oh fuck, baby…I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum…” he reached between them and grabbed Darius’ cock and pumped him wildly. “Cum with me…cum…cum, baby…”

  Darius came hard, his throat constricting, strangling his cries as his fingers dug into Riley’s back and his body jerked again and again as he emptied himself all over their hot, sweaty skin.

  “Yes,” Riley gasped and kissed him fiercely, thrusting urgently, burying himself deep inside Darius over and over. He clutched Darius and let out a shout as he unloaded with a forceful thrust of his hips. “Fuuuck…”

  Their bodies continued to rock together, gradually slowing until they were perfectly still, holding one another tightly. Riley gazed into Darius’ hazy eyes, their lips touching, trembling.

  “I’m not falling anymore,” Riley whispered shakily and touched his hot brow to Darius’ damp, fevered forehead. “I’m there.”

  Darius swallowed thickly, his eyes filling. He hugged Riley and kissed him with swelling love and passion. “Me, too.”

  ♦

  Clint was ready to get at Axel, even if they did have to be quiet. He wasn’t making any promises on that one. At least, the kids were already asleep.

  He dragged Axel’s naked body across the cool sheet and up against him. Both of them were hard as steel and eager to fuck and get fucked. Clint intended on doing the fucking tonight.

  Axel laughed low when Clint slid over on top of him. “You just assume you get to top?”

  “Yes,” Clint grunted and kissed him hard then used the strength of his hips to wriggle Axel’s legs open. He hurriedly spit in his hand and wet his cock as he pinned Axel to the bed and refused to release him from the kiss.

  A rush of air surged up Axel’s throat and into Clint’s mouth when he buried himself balls-deep in the young man’s ass in one thrust. He grabbed Axel’s wrists and shoved his arms above his head, holding them against the soft pillows as he fucked him with long, deep, firm strokes.

  “Uuhh…” Axel wrenched from the kiss with a sharp gasp and pumped his hips. He wrapped his legs around Clint and clenched his flanks with his inner thighs, fucking him back with equal intensity. “Fuck…yes…fuck me, cowboy…”

  Clint smiled darkly and gripped his wrists tighter. He put force into his thrusts; pivoting and rolling his hips, nailing Axel’s sensitive gland until the young man’s face strained and flushed as he clenched his jaw, fighting the cries and shouts rushing up his throat.

  The cowboy chuckled, his breath ragged and quick. Heat spread through his body, slicking his skin with sweat as he drove his cock in furiously, rocking Axel against the bed—shaking the bed itself.

  “Don’t yell,” he grinned, barely restraining his own shouts as his hard breath hissed through his clamped teeth. He buried his face in Axel’s neck and bit down, growling and grunting. Axel’s tight ass muscles clenched his engorged shaft and he shuddered and fucked him a little harder.

  “Oh my God…” Axel gasped, struggling to keep his voice down. “Uuuhh…fuuuck…I wanna cum…”

  Clint raked his teeth up Axel’s neck and across his ear. “I ain’t stopping you,” he panted heavily. His own body strained, his muscles beginning to lock as his balls tightened and churned. “Fuck,” he grunted and thrust faster. “I’m gonna…beat you to it.”

  Axel shook his head and grinned, his face deeply flushed and glossy. “I don’t think so…” he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, a strangled wail barely held back as his body arched and he fucked Clint wildly, bouncing against the bed. “Uuuhhh—fuuuuck…”

  Clint crushed his mouth, catching his cry just as it escaped his lips. Hot cum shot up between them, ground into their wet skin as Clint’s strong body moved against Axel urgently, hips pumping with unrestrained need. He let go of Axel’s wrists and shoved his hands against the bed, elevating himself a fraction as his orgasm gripped him and he fucked Axel furiously, bursting inside him.

  He started to shout when Axel’s hand clamped his mouth, then he was pulled down into another hard kiss. He pounded Axel’s ass, his thrusts erratic, as he emptied himself completely then dropped down on top of the young man.

  “Damn,” Axel panted and smiled. “If this is how enthusiastic you are on someone else’s wedding night…I can’t wait untilour wedding night.”

  Clint growled low and kissed him without comment, then crawled out of bed, taking Axel with him to the shower in the adjoining bathroom.

  Within ten minutes after returning to bed, Axel was asleep. He lay on his back, the sheet bunched at his waist. Clint lay beside him, eyes heavy but fully awake. He stared at Axel’s upper body—much more defined than when they first met—perfect in every way…but for one. Clint’s jade eyes followed the jagged paths of the scars; his once flawless flesh forever marred, f
orever a reminder to the cowboy how close he’d come to losing Axel. No amount of time would erase the nightmare that surrounded those scars. It played on a continuous, torturous loop in the back of Clint’s mind. Sometimes it faded into his subconscious, but it was always there, replaying…over and over-

  Soft, muffled cries snapped Clint out of the dark thoughts. He frowned and listened.

  “Daddy…?” It came from the living room. Reuben.

  Clint left the bed and pulled on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms then walked out to the living room. Reuben was sitting up next to Jules, barely awake. Quiet sobs hitched his chest as he looked around, crying for his daddy.

  “Reuben?” Clint spoke low and came over to the boy.

  The child choked on a sob and rubbed his wet eyes with his small fists. “Daddy…”

  Clint sank to his heels. “Your dad’s at home,” he said quietly. “Don’t you remember? You’re spending the night at our place, with Jules. See? He’s right there next to you.”

  Reuben blinked and looked at the other little boy huddled beneath the blanket fast asleep.

  Clint touched the boy’s back. “You gonna be okay? You want to lay back down?”

  His breath hitching, Reuben crawled to his feet and snuggled Clint’s chest. “I’m scared,” he whispered on a little sob. “I-I don’t wanna be awake all by myself.”

  Curling his arms around him, Clint murmured, “You don’t have to be scared. I won’t let anything hurt you.”

  Reuben laid his head on Clint’s shoulder. “Can I sleep with you?”

  Clint hesitated, then scooped the child into his arms and stood. “Yeah,” he smiled. “You can sleep with us.” He carried the boy back to the bedroom.

  Axel stirred, his eyes opening a hair. “What’s wrong?” he mumbled when he spotted Reuben in Clint’s arms. He raised his head and rubbed his eyes. “Is he all right?”