Landon’s tongue traveled up between Pisces’s balls, along his shaft, and over the slit. He used as much of his tongue as possible to gather all of Pisces slippery pre-cum. He continued up to meet him face-to-face, and then Landon thrust his tongue deep into Pisces’s mouth, letting him taste his own juices as their cocks met and their bodies pressed together.
Breaking the embrace yet again, he noticed a bottle of lube on the bedside table. Pushing Pisces down on to the bed, Landon teasingly played at his lips with his tongue and teeth as he reached over for the tube of lube.
“I’m going to fuck you into submission, Pisces,” Landon stated plainly.
“You’re more than welcome to try, lover.” Pisces grinned, arching his back as he grabbed Henry. Holding his cock firmly, Pisces added, “But no one’s tamed this big piece of meat, ever.”
Leaning up on one arm, Landon squirted a generous amount of lube into his hand as Pisces watched. Replacing the cap, Landon placed the bottle next to him for later use. Spreading the liquid over his cock, he began to stroke his cock very slowly.
“Your player days are over, Pisces, because all I have to say is one word and Henry will be putty in my hands.”
“Oh yeah, and just what might that word be?”
Shaking his head, Landon just smiled as he grabbed for Pisces’s shaft at the head, squeezed and rotated, then pushed back down to the base. Back up slowly, he squeezed, rotated, and back down again until his hand slid further down, over Pisces’s balls, between his cheeks, and to his hole. With each touch at his hole, Pisces legs spread further and further apart. Landon took this as an invitation. He squirted more lube into his hand and slid his fingers between Pisces’s legs as he spread the slick lube onto his hole.
Slowly, Landon pushed one finger inside Pisces’s body. He was warm and very tight. He worked his finger in and then back out and around his rectum, spreading the lube all over. Landon slid a second and then a third finger inside of his lover. Within a few minutes, his fingers were moving in and out of Pisces’s body with ease.
When Pisces was ready, Landon stood and pulled Pisces off the bed. He turned him to face the wall, pushed his hands up the wall, and pushed his feet outward with his own. Landon moved in behind him, his cock against Pisces’s ass as his hands stroked his back.
Landon pressed his body against him, whispering in his ear, “One word, so succulent, so desirable, and you will submit to me every time. I bet you’re curious. As a matter of fact, I know you are. You’re intrigued, and that makes this even more fun. Because you see, I hold all the cards right now, lover. Your desire to know what I know is driving you insane with lust. You’re probably thinking could there be such a word that would bring you to your knees. Well, lover, the answer is yes, there is such a word.”
Pisces panted heavily, “Tell me.”
Growling, Landon pressed his cock between Pisces’s ass cheeks. Pisces arched his back, and Landon felt his cock move up and down at Pisces’s tight hole. Landon worked his cock, leaning his body against his lover’s, stroking his hands, his arms, under his arms, over his chest and nipples, over his belly, under his balls, over his slick cock, and then back up again, all the while, grinding his cock between his ass cheeks.
Landon pulled his body from Pisces and pushed his cock toward his lover’s rosy hole.
Pinching Pisces left nipple with his left hand, Landon guided his cock into his opening. He rotated the head of his cock around his hole for what seemed like an eternity. As his pre-cum mixed with the lube at his opening, Landon pressed just the tip into Pisces’s tight hole.
“Tell me!” Pisces roared.
“Not yet,” Landon growled as he rotated the head of his cock around his hole and then pushed back inside just a little. Landon continued to play with Pisces’s nipple each time that he pushed in and then pulled out. Landon was purposely teasing him with his actions, and he knew that Pisces loved it. Each time Landon pushed in, Pisces moaned, and each time he pulled out, Pisces whined.
When Landon got to the point that he was lost in desire, he pushed the head of his cock into Pisces’s body. Landon felt his shaft easily slide inside of his lover as Pisces dropped his right hand to grab a hold of his ass to pull him further inside. As Pisces thrust his ass toward him and began to make rotating movements, Landon’s cock slid inside him to the hilt. Landon could not believe how hard Pisces had made him and how warm his body was.
Landon dropped his hand from Pisces’s chest and grabbed his hips to better thrust into his body. As Landon looked down to watch his cock move in and out of his lover, he was struck by how much he wanted to make him feel good. Landon knew what he wanted with Pisces was more than an occasional fuck. What he wanted was the happily ever after shit. Before, that scenario seemed impossible, but being in Celestial, Landon knew he could have it all, and he wanted it and so much more. He wanted the dream.
Within just a few minutes, Landon leaned his upper body onto Pisces back as they continued their synchronized movements. Landon’s orgasm snuck up on him violently.
“Tell me the word,” Pisces shouted again as his ass tightened.
Landon’s vision blurred, his knees weakened, and he felt an explosion from within the core of his being. Unable to deny Pisces, Landon shouted the one word he knew that would tame his lover as he came so violently that didn’t hear Pisces scream with his own release.
Unfortunately, it was also at that perfect moment that Ace burst into the room, gun drawn, to witness the aftermath of their morning excursion.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” she shouted, turned, and slammed their bedroom door.
“That was mean, Landon. Shouting her name as you came.” Pisces chuckled.
“Well, it worked,” he replied, slipping his now-flaccid cock out his Pisces’s ass. Looking down, Landon grinned. “And it seemed to work on you, too. Is Henry smiling?”
When Pisces grinned, Landon laughed with him as he quickly got dressed. He had hoped that Pisces would take the hint and throw some clothes on, too, but the handsome man just walked out of the room naked, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
Well, at least Henry was happy, Landon thought as he followed. However, like most marriages, the honeymoon was over the second Pisces spotted Ace sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee. There was nothing Landon could do to stop Pisces from approaching Ace. He just prayed she had put her gun away.
“Hello, my beautiful Princess,” Pisces said, leaning against the kitchen counter, his nude, sated self on display once again. “You look mighty spectacular this glorious morning, well, not as spectacular as me, but that’s only to be expected, because nothing will ever measure up to my beauty. So, how about you get naked and let me see what I have to work with?”
“Go away,” Ace growled.
“Pisces, maybe this isn’t the best time,” Landon said, trying to warn him.
“You might want to listen to your fuck buddy, asshole.”
“Oh Sir Landon is more than my fuck buddy. He is my heart, and you, my delectable Princess Sugar-Britches, will soon be my soul.”
“Shut him up, Landon, now.”
“Pisces, why don’t we talk about the case?”
“We can do that later. Right now, I want to see my Princess naked.”
“Landon,” Ace growled again.
“Pisces,” Landon said harshly.
“And she’s Princess Sugar-Britches! Now that we all know each other’s names, let’s fuck!” And that was exactly when Ace lunged for the naked sheriff. So much for Landon basking in his euphoric afterglow. Nope, he got to spend the next few minutes holding a ferocious tiger who apparently wanted to claw and shred the piece of meat before her. When Ace finally calmed down, she shouted at him and then ordered him to fix Pisces. As if he could.
* * * *
Ace needed to beat the shit of something, anyone. Parking in from of the Crystal Tumbler, she spotted a gym. Well, she hoped it was a gym. The sign read “Herculean Strength” with
flashing sparkly lights of barbells and a boxing ring. However, with the building painted pink, she wasn’t sure it was as described. Taking the notion of “when in Rome,” she grabbed her duffel out of the backseat and then headed into the building.
To say the she was presently surprised with the interior of the building would have been an understatement. From what she was seeing, Herculean Strength was a state-of-the-art gym with weight machines, treadmills, punching bags, and even an in-ground pool. However, what caught her attention was the fully functioning boxing ring, which would have made Mohammad Ali cry. The thing was a piece of beauty.
Heading toward the ring, Ace didn’t see the wall before her. When she collided, she fell backward onto her butt, and it was then that she looked up and up and up. That wall she walked into wasn’t a wall, but a very large, muscular man with long golden hair. His body was a work of perfection as ripped muscles strained against a nice tan sheen of skin. Standing at almost seven feet tall, the man was a God. A strong, powerhouse God.
“I’m so sorry about that,” the man sorrowfully said, extending his hand and helping her to her feet. Ace just muttered and allowed the man to assist her. “I should have watched where I was going.”
“It’s all right.”
“No it’s not. I’m always bumping into people. Can you forgive me?”
Ace looked up at the big man and wondered if her eyes and ears were deceiving her. She had been the one not watching where she was going, yet the man blamed himself, almost to the point that he was upset about it. But for some reason, Ace couldn’t figure out why. Just going with it, she replied, “No worries. All is forgiven.” And just as she thought, the big man broke down and cried.
“Oh thank you, thank you. I am so clumsy sometimes.”
“Hey,” Ace said reaching for the man. “It’s all right. Technically, I was the one who bumped into you. I should be apologizing.”
“Oh no! You can’t do that,” the man gasped and pleading with her instantly.
“Why?”
“Because I’m cursed,” he replied as if that explained everything.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m cursed. It’s my height and strength, you see.”
“Um, actually no I don’t. Explain.”
“It started when I was a baby. I was big and strong. Over the years, I just kept growing and growing, getting bigger and bigger. Then one day I woke to find myself like this, a disgusting behemoth. Everything I touch I break. I can’t walk anywhere without hurting people, and I’m so freakishly large, I can’t get this splinter out of my finger, see?”
Ace stood stupefied as the man thrust his large hand in front of her face. Yep, she saw the splinter in his index finger. However, his description worried her. The man was beautiful, tall, strong, and kind. How he could think of himself like that was beyond her. She may not know how to boost his self-confidence, but she could take care of one thing. Reaching into her purse, she found her tweezers, took his finger, and was about to remove the splinter when the man yelped. “You’re not going to hurt me are you?”
Smiling, Ace shook her head, said nothing, and pulled the tiny wood sliver out of his finger. And just to make sure it was all better, she brought his finger to her lips and kissed it. “There, how’s that feel?”
“Better thank you.”
“I’m Ace,” she said extending her hand toward the man. He looked at her hand, unsure of what to do. Ace just sighed. “You don’t have to shake my hand if you don’t want to. We can fist bump instead. That’s how many of the men at the Bureau do it. Would that make you feel better?”
When the man nodded, Ace balled up her fist and fist bumped the man’s hand.
“I’m Hercules Meriwether. Nice to meet you, Ace.”
“So, Herc, anyone using the ring? I would like to spar for a bit.”
“No one’s scheduled today, so the ring is free. Would you like me to find you a sparring partner?”
“That would be great. Just point me in the direction of the girls’ locker room and give me about five minutes, okay?”
Hercules smiled and pointed to the left, where she saw a picture of a female on the door, then ran off do her bidding. Ace grinned as she watched the large softie scamper away. Hercules was not what she expected. Then again, nothing was in this crazy town. The man should have been confident and proud. Instead, he was gentle as a baby lamb. Heading toward the girls’ locker room, she soon forgot about all her troubles and one annoying naked sheriff.
Angelica emerged from the girls’ locker room ready to beat the shit out of someone. She didn’t care who it was, only that the person was ready to take a beating. She met Hercules at the side of the ring. He had a helmet and gloves waiting for her.
“I found you a sparring partner. He rarely comes by, so this should be a treat for you. He was once a professional fighter, until he left the business.”
“That’s fine with me. I would hate to beat the hell out of someone who doesn’t know how to defend themselves.”
“Well, he’s getting his gloves on now. He should be out here in a few minutes. Is there anything else I can help you with?” Hercules asked.
“Nope,” Ace replied, hitting her gloved hands together. “I’m ready.”
“Okay then,” he said, and helped Ace into the ring. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to watch. It isn’t everyday that I get to see the sheriff fight. Typically he doesn’t like an audience.”
Angelica froze. Slowly turning around, she said, “Could you please repeat that?”
“He doesn’t like an audience.”
“No the other part.”
“Oh, it’s not every day that I get to see the sheriff fight.”
“Pisces? The naked sheriff is my sparring partner?”
“Yeah, is that going to be okay?” Hercules asked.
Giving Hercules a megawatt smile, Ace replied, “Nothing would give me greater pleasure than beating the shit out of the local sheriff.”
Chapter Seven
Pisces needed to work off some steam. His wooing of Angelica was not going according to plan. His Princess was playing hard to get, and it was starting to aggravate him. Reaching into his gym bag, he grabbed his pair of gloves, remembering how he came to love this sport.
Pisces had worn leather boxing gloves before, but never to fight. Some years back, he bought a pair for masturbating. He’d had an attraction to boxing gloves since he was a kid. He loved the smell and feel of leather. A pair of sixteen ounce, black leather Everlast brand gloves was his choice for jerking off. He’d sandwich his penis between the smooth, soft outside surfaces of the gloves and thrust on his bed until he came all over them. He’d rub his cum into the gloves, figuring it might make the leather softer. Surely, it made it seem more erotic. He’d put the gloves on, bang them together, and sniff them. He fantasized about having them on during sex.
Regardless, his earlier leather fetish had turned into something more when his high school coach saw him jerking off with the gloves at school. It was then his coach redirected him and threw him into the ring. Although a passive person by nature, Pisces enjoyed the ring, and soon became fairly proficient, winning most of his fights. It wasn’t until he was in college that he was seen fighting by a promoter, and that was all it took. Pisces soon found himself fighting bigger and bigger fights for bigger and better purses. He had the best of both worlds, his love of leather anytime he wanted and an outlet to vent all of his sexual frustrations. That was until his final fight, when he almost killed a man. It was then he vowed never to fight again.
Thrusting the thought of that night from his mind, Pisces shoved his duffel into a locker, grabbed his gloves and headpiece, and headed out of the locker room. One thing boxing still gave him was clarity. Knowing that if he worked out his frustrations in a controlled environment, his mind would clear and he would know what to do. Typically, he would spar with Hercules, but the man told him that someone had come in and wanted to use the ring. At first Pisces was ha
ppy, but then Hercules said the person was looking for a sparring partner, and before the big man could ask, Pisces nodded.
Pisces only hoped this person was good.
Walking toward the ring, Pisces noticed that there was a larger than normal crowd in the gym today and wondered why. It wasn’t as if Hercules gave a discount membership. Looking around, he noticed that most of the gym-goers were seated around the ring, waiting for something. Moving closer, Pisces realized that they were here to see him fight. Apparently, Hercules got on the horn and notified everyone, which was typical every time Pisces came to the gym to fight. However, in his mood, Pisces really didn’t want or need an audience.
He was about to call the whole thing off, when he spotted her. His Princess. In the ring, with gloves and a headpiece on. If Pisces wasn’t wearing a cup to protect Henry, his cock would have been standing ten feet tall, because seeing Angelica in the ring was hands down the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Grinning, Pisces moved through the crowd and entered the ring.
It looked as if his day was perking up.
“All right,” Hercules began. “Pisces you know the rules. Ace, it’s real simple. We go five rounds, one minute each. At the end of each round, I will ring the bell and you will get thirty seconds to recoup. I will ring the bell again to start the next round. When the match is over, you will both shake hands. Clear?”
But before Pisces could answer, Angelica reared back and punched him in the face. Shaking off the singing blow, Pisces cursed. “Damn it, Princess. You have to wait for the bell!”
Her response was simple. She hit him again.
“Fuck! God damn it, woman, wait a minute!”
She struck him again, and this time she hit him so hard, he fell on his ass. Pisces looked up at the woman he desperately wanted, but thus far was unable to attain and wondered if maybe the universe was playing so cruel joke on him. His Princess hit like a real street fighter, and from the look on her face, she was nowhere near done with him. Shaking off the last punch, he stood, and said, “Okay, Ace, if you wanna play rough, then I’m your man.”
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