“Oh, it was nothing, really. Anyone would— I, we just did what we thought was right. Is Ezio fine?”
Calix grinned, teeth brighter than moonlight. "He hasn’t been hurt, he’s just a little rattled. My parents are inviting you for dinner, but I'm so riled up, I can't wait to finish what we started.” He winked at Jack.
Jack’s face flushed, but Roux was already leaving the pier, his red tail twirling behind him like a wave goodbye. He was once again reminded of the things Roux had said about the centaurs living on the island, and he was ashamed that Calix might feel the obligation to repay Jack the favor with his attention. “I’m flattered, but you don’t have to. I mean, your family had such a terrible time recently. You must want to spend time with them.”
Calix stroked Jack’s cheek, and in truth, Jack would’ve loved that hand on his cock. “I don’t have to, but I want to. To be honest, I thought you were a bit of an ass when we met, but a really hot one.” He bowed down to catch Jack’s lips in a kiss.
Jack’s eyes fluttered shut, and he gasped into the tempting lips, putting his hands on the centaur’s shoulders. “I must be an ass. Chat-Bonnes thinks so too.”
Calix picked Jack up like he had in the forest, and lifted him so that Jack stood on the railing and could put his arms around Calix’s neck for balance.
“I could help you with that if you decide to stick around for a while.”
Jack swallowed and rested his hands on the centaur’s bare shoulders, squeezing them gently. His heart rate picked up, and he didn’t even care that there were people here who could see them. “You sure you want that?”
Calix’s smile left no doubt about his sincerity. “Do I want to date a hero venator who saved my little brother and can’t wait to suck me off? That would be a yes.” He kissed Jack again.
Date? Calix wanted to date him? Jack hadn’t exactly made any plans like that, but he supposed he could stay longer. Calix was a magnificent man, so kind, and so straightforward. Why wouldn’t Jack give it a go?
“I’m glad to be your hero,” Jack said and entwined his fingers with Calix’s.
Chapter 5
For a couple of days after Ezio had been recovered, Jack felt regretful over not asking Roux to stay a bit longer, but once the emotions died down and the town (rightfully) expressed how awful Dru’s scheme had been, life went back to normal. The centaur pimp and his thugs were behind bars, and Calix did everything in his power to convince Jack that staying on the paradise-like island was the best course of action.
So Jack wasn’t in a hurry. There were plenty of low-key jobs for venators on the Greek mainland and the islands to keep him busy, and the climate really did agree with him. As did Calix’s beautiful body and pleasant personality.
Once Jack had arrived at the home of Calix’s parents in the centaur village near town, he was stunned by just how little he knew about those creatures. Researching details of their lifestyle had never seemed very important, so he didn’t know what they ate or even how they lived.
He was baffled to find that they didn’t have conventional houses and instead slept in roofed buildings without permanent walls, and only used wooden screens or curtains when they wanted privacy. Not much could be hidden in the centaur village, so Jack was kind of glad Calix didn’t mind moving into town with him, and Jack made sure to find a house on the outskirts, which had a small garden and a space that was big enough for a centaur.
Father hadn’t been exactly thrilled by the news of Jack settling in one place so early into his venatorial career, but as long as he didn’t know about Jack’s new relationship, he wouldn’t protest, so Jack decided to follow his gut and Calix’s lead, living in the moment somewhere between the human world and that of centaurs.
Calix’s old job didn’t agree with Jack because he was much too greedy about his new lover to share him. Not to mention that Calix was more than a lover. He was a friend, a boyfriend, he was fun to be around, an awful flirt, and was a great cook, even if Jack needed to deal with his carnivorous needs himself. Discovering all the little quirks of centaurs was just as exciting as getting to know Calix as a person.
All that boiled down to Jack doing the honorable thing and providing for them both until Calix could find some job he’d rather do. Jack didn’t mind. He didn’t live off his family money, but he made enough as a venator to afford paying their expenses. Especially on the tiny island where living was laid-back and inexpensive.
Days passed by in happiness and without urgency. And every time Jack came back from a job, Calix was there to greet him with open arms, always interested in Jack’s day. It was pretty damn perfect, and his boyfriend’s family—even the whole village—accepted him as their own after what he’d done for Ezio.
For the past few days, Jack had been away hunting down a harpy that had been attacking small animals on a nearby island, so once he was back it was a pleasure to just enjoy Calix’s company.
Since Calix and other centaurs didn’t like being restricted by clothes, Jack also took everything off as soon as they were alone in the centaur part of the island. Riding naked on Calix’s back was a dichotomy of discomfort and arousal, since he got to rub his junk over the sleek coat of the centaur. The novelty of it was slowly passing, but he still enjoyed the touch of the flesh and the sheer size of his lover. Calix was magnificent in every way.
Hence Jack had a rubber plug in his ass, knowing well that like all centaurs, Calix liked to get frisky in the wild, and due to his lover’s size, Jack couldn’t take his cock without a lot of preparation. He was still a bit self-conscious over his own dick being so small in comparison, but Calix seemed to enjoy it inside him, so Jack chose to not let it bother him too much.
“What about this one?” Jack asked, shifting closer to Calix’s human back and pressing another grape into his mouth. He’d gotten a mix of several varieties during this morning’s trip to the marketplace, and he was eager to indulge his partner with their sweetness.
Calix chewed for a second, swishing his long black hair to tickle Jack. “Love it. New favorite.”
Jack’s lips stretched into a smile, and he shifted closer, until his groin pressed to Calix’s spine. Hugging the naked body from behind, he rubbed his chin against the strong shoulder. “You need energy.”
Calix bucked his hind legs, making Jack hold on tighter. “Oh yes! I’ve been missing you, Jack.”
Calix was an eager lover and required lots of attention. Jack had only realized as he met more centaurs that they lived very close to each other because they needed help with grooming, which also explained a lot about them not having much shame in front of members of their own species. But Jack had soon found out that he wasn’t as unbothered by other people seeing him with a partner as he’d thought. He’d had group sex, but even with many partners there was a degree of intimacy to the act, since everyone was participating. He didn’t, however, want witnesses who were hanging their laundry or gossiping while watching Jack fuck as if it were background noise. So he always preferred to do it in his little home. Or here, in the woods, where Calix’s powerful body had all the freedom it needed.
“Well, you know me. I’ve been dreaming of you every night I was gone.” It wasn’t the entire truth, but one couldn’t control their dreams.
“Of course you have!” Calix snorted. “I can just hope you haven’t managed to break any hearts.” He reached back and stroked Jack’s thigh. “You feel like running a bit?”
Jack exhaled, staring at the strong fingers caressing his flesh. He knew what that question meant. In fact, he’d found out very soon after he and Calix had gotten together that centaurs had a whole ritual for sexual play. It involved play-chasing each other between the trees until the hunter caught his willing victim.
He trembled, remembering the first time Calix had chased him down. It had been so, so hot.
“Do you even need to ask?” He nipped Calix’s shoulder and gingerly slipped off.
Calix stomped his hooves on the grass in excite
ment, and Jack could only hope that he’d be able to accommodate his lover. Calix’s cock wasn’t as massive as those of some other centaurs’, but definitely much bigger than an average human’s.
“Go on.” Calix grinned and gently pushed Jack.
The key to not losing this game within seconds was choosing routes that weren’t easy for a centaur, so as soon as Jack’s bare feet hit the ground, he sped uphill, where the olive trees were their densest. The branches scratched his skin, but he was determined to offer Calix a worthy chase. His dick, already engorged from the excitement, moved erratically as he ran, supporting himself with his arms during the steep climb. The large plug he’d been wearing for the past hour now pushed against his sphincter, its tip teasing Jack’s prostate and making his erection grow with each step.
The warm sun tickled his bare flesh when he darted onto the path and sped away from where he’d left his lover, the fragrant air already burning his lungs. The distant sound of hooves hitting the dirt made Jack’s brain scatter, and he jumped over a fallen tree, once again rushing into the dense woodland.
Every now and again, the sound of hooves stopped, only to quickly resume. Jack could feel like a kid again doing this. Well, maybe apart from the fact that the endgame was fucking a centaur. Or, in this case, a centaur fucking him.
The sound of galloping intensified until Jack could have sworn the ground under his feet trembled, and he could almost hear Calix’s gasps. He tried to go faster, and the toy in his hole shifted from side to side, distracting him so much he didn’t notice a large root in his way. His toes pushed against it, and the unexpected impact shifted Jack’s direction, sending him into the dirt.
Gravel scraped against his hands and knees, but Calix was near, and Jack was not yet ready to give up. Breathless, and with hay for brains, he shot up despite the ache in his limbs, aiming for the nearest bushes, but Calix descended on him like a flash of golden brown, and hauled Jack off his feet as if he weighed close to nothing.
The centaur laughed triumphantly, and before Jack knew it, he ended up bent over a fallen tree trunk. With his feet swinging in the air, he didn’t even try to escape. He was tired, horny, and ready to enjoy himself.
“Never gets old,” Calix said breathlessly.
Jack whined when his dick rubbed against the bark a bit too hard, but the hot presence behind him and the sheer size of his lover were enough of a distraction. With a throat thick with arousal, he whispered, “I surrender.”
“Do you now? And how shall I claim my bounty?” Calix rubbed his hands up and down Jack’s chest, but when the front of his horse body nudged Jack’s buttocks, Jack couldn’t help but spread his thighs, knowing that at this point Calix would be aroused by the hunt, his long, thick dick out of its sheath, prepared to enter his prey.
“Please, don’t kill me,” Jack said, and squeezed his ass around the toy.
“Shouldn’t have come to centaur territory...” Calix reached to Jack’s ass and squeezed the buttocks, pulling them apart.
Every time this was about to happen, Jack was torn between wanting to be filled by his magnificent stud, and the fear of discomfort, which was always present to some degree when he bottomed. Maybe it was this dichotomy that made sex with Calix so addictive.
He moaned, holding onto the fallen tree and eventually finding some support for his toes, so that he could brace himself with more ease. Sweat was already beading on his skin, and he trembled when Calix licked along Jack’s spine.
Calix pulled at the toy a few times until it slipped out with ease. “So ripe for me.” He let out a low rumble that made Jack curl his toes. The horse part of his body was so massive it could squash him if they weren’t careful. That was not a way in which Jack Addison wanted to go down in history.
He’d used so much lube during his morning preparation that even Calix should’ve been able to enter him, but he was still tensing up, and his mind couldn’t provide an answer to this dilemma. Calix rested both his hands on Jack’s shoulder blades, but moments later the firm horse legs rested on a branch of the tree that hung above Jack’s head, and the long dick swung against Jack’s ass. A yelp tore out of Jack’s mouth when Calix hummed, letting his length rest at the seam of Jack’s ass, against his balls.
He felt so vulnerable. So powerless against what was about to happen, and he both loved and hated it. The thick cockhead kept pressing at his lubed-up hole, but he knew from experience that no matter how rigid the erection was, Jack’s hole was so tight the cock couldn’t enter without aid.
“Come on, I want to be inside you,” Calix huffed, dragging his hoof over the top branch. His body exuded heat far greater than a human’s, and Jack practically melted when Calix impatiently pushed against him. Without thinking, he reached back, grabbed the snake-like dick and pulled his hand over it, all the way to the head.
“You won. Fair and square,” Jack whispered, so hot he could barely think, once the blunt tip was against his well-lubed opening.
Jack was glad that they were alone because he wasn’t proud of the high pitched whimper he made when the broad thing pushed through his sphincter, stretching it beyond its normal size.
“How does that feel, huh?” Calix was breathing hard and no doubt watching him from above, his cock drilling in farther, sinking deep until Jack could’ve sworn it might’ve just pushed right through and spit-roasted him. The girth filled Jack until he could barely breathe, completely focused on the sense of helpless ecstasy that came with being opened so wide. He dug his fingers into the bark, unable to speak, so a mumble escaped him instead. The pleasure came at the price of pain, but it was dim at this point, a perfect complement to the play-violence of this act.
Calix did take care to not thrust too hard, but the back and forth movement of his cock was quick and consistent, hitting all the pleasure spots inside of Jack and making him sweat. He was lucky to have the tree under him, even if it scratched his flesh, because his legs were shaky every time that long tool went in.
He moaned his lover’s name and frantically raised one hand when Calix pushed a bit deeper, his horse hips powering the thrusts that were both brutal and delightful. Jack felt like he was floating, even though—pressed flat against the tree—he was anything but. The movement inside him was unstoppable. With each thrust, Jack’s innards relaxed until all of his body was numb from the intrusion, and he felt like a plaything, like spoils of war that his centaur could use as he pleased.
He knew Calix would be coming any moment when he actually pulled out, and with just a few inches inside, thrust faster, grunting in excitement. It never got any less surreal to be under his half-human half-equine body.
The heat of Calix’s orgasm flooded Jack, and it always felt like balancing on the edge of a cliff when fucking Calix this way, because one hasty move could mean a world of pain. Yet Jack still kept coming back for more, addicted to the rush of danger and the heat of his lover’s muscular body. The cum shot deep into him and filled him like warm liquor that both caressed and burned his insides.
He screamed out, so close to coming himself the emptiness in his hole angered him. He needed to come. Right. The fuck. Now.
“I know, I know,” Calix said, between one deep breath and another. With a grunt, Calix dropped his front hooves to the ground and turned Jack around, back to the tree trunk.
Jack whimpered, spreading his limbs to wordlessly beg for attention, but relief came fast when his centaur dove right in and sucked his cock into his mouth, pressing the head to his palate with that soft tongue. Jack twitched in the embrace when four fingers entered him all the way to the knuckles, and the chalice of lust overflowed, sending the contents of Jack’s balls down Calix’s throat.
He didn’t even know he was whining until he heard his own voice through a veil of pleasure. Calix took his time licking Jack’s softening dick and removed his fingers, petting Jack’s stomach with his other hand.
Jack stroked Calix’s smooth black hair mindlessly, never less amazed by its beauty. An
d Jack had spent some time around centaurs now, so it wasn’t just the novelty. Calix was a stunner.
“Oh Gods, so good,” he whispered, hugging Calix, still obscenely spread out on the tree. He didn’t care. “Can’t believe I can take this monster.”
Calix licked his lips with a smile. “It’s an achievement, Jack. Come closer to me. I want to feel you.” He pulled on Jack’s arm, urging him to mount his back.
Jack’s limbs were like overcooked noodles, and as soon as he was on the strong bulk, he let himself rest, hugging Calix while his body adjusted to the new reality of not having a piston made of flesh pushing back and forth inside him.
Calix reached back and stroked Jack’s arm, strolling back through the forest. His body was as hot as sand on a summer beach, and Jack put his cheek against it. He shut his eyes, just enjoying the closeness, the sun on his skin, and the gentle whisper of branches and leaves.
He was exhausted, yet his blood flowed fast as his man carried him back home.
Next time on Jack Addison vs. A Whole World of Hot Trouble:
Will Jack and Calix’s love last?
Will Jack find out whether Roux is still a virgin?
Will Jack’s father finally realize who his son is sleeping with?
Jack Addison vs. Merman Seduction
Jack Addison Vs. A Whole World of Hot Trouble #5
K.A. Merikan
“Mermaids had a bit of a reputation for accidentally drowning partners who got frisky with them in the open sea. As a gay man, Jack was immune to their charms.”
It turns out that by staying with Calix, Jack had bet on the wrong centaur. A year on, he is broke and heartbroken after his boyfriend left him for someone with a thicker wallet. Salvation comes in the form of a message from Roux, Jack’s rival and crush all in one. Jack is willing to do whatever it takes to prove he’s a changed man.
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