Alluring Passion: A MM Contemporary Bundle
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“Oh,” Jeremiah gasped.
Chris looked at him and smiled wide, breathing deeply because he knew it made his muscles flex. He always kept his body in good shape, although he never went overboard with it like that asshole Markus Worth. There was more to his life than an intimidating appearance, but he did like to look like someone who could be depended on. That meant, to him, being tanned, toned and confident.
He stood there now, enjoying Jeremiah’s attention and feeling his eyes like a physical caress. “Your turn.”
Jeremiah turned his head away slightly and grabbed at the hem of his shirt, tossing it away. Chris pulled in a deep breath, feeling his groin tighten and fill with heat. The front of his jeans tented out at the sight of the man before him, skin revealed like never before. Truthfully, Chris had seen better. A lot better. Jeremiah was thin and relatively undefined, with soft curves instead of hard angles. None of that mattered, however. What mattered was that the person he had feelings for was standing right in front of him, more exposed than he had ever been in Chris’s presence. That was enough for him.
It was enough, but he craved more.
“You’re wonderful,” Chris breathed. He moved forward and wrapped his hands around Jeremiah’s waist again, kissing him once more. He took his time this time, letting his tongue be played with. As their lips pressed together, he slid his hands around to the front of Jeremiah’s jeans and undid his buttons and slid his zipper down slowly. Jeremiah let out a very soft purring sound, arching his back slightly and letting his fingers slip up through Chris’s hair.
“I’m not that wonderful,” he breathed, as his jeans puddled on the floor.
Chris leaned into him and kissed him harder for only a moment, urging him into silence. “But you are,” he replied. His fingers went down beneath the other’s waistband, tugging his darkly-colored boxers down just past the curve of his hip and even lower. He encountered a soft trail of curly hairs that led to a thicker, coarser patch. And beneath that, softness again.
He brushed his fingers against the delicate skin of Jeremiah’s inner thighs, his groin. Everything in him ached to touch the prize right there, to take it and stroke it and make it his, but he took his time exploring the rest of him as far as he could touch. He played with those sparsely-haired thighs, and circled around behind to play with his ass cheeks and to slide a teasing finger between them. That made Jeremiah gasp and reach back, clamping his hands around his wrists.
“I’m not ready for that yet,” Jeremiah breathed.
Chris looked into his eyes and pulled at his lower lip, tugging on it. “But you want it?”
“Yes. I want it. I want everything.”
Chris held him tightly, feeling that hardness between them rubbing together. His swollen dick ached, trapped as it was still beneath his own clothes. “And it won’t be your first time?”
“No.” But Jeremiah looked up at him with eyes full of moisture, tears brimming. “But it will be my first time with you. And that makes it special.”
Tears pressed behind his own eyes at the words. “You’re special to me. You know that, don’t you?”
Beyond words now, Jeremiah nodded. And now that they weren’t speaking, Chris knew it was time to move forward with the rest of the show.
Releasing Jeremiah just enough to get his hands up between them, Chris slowly guided him backward and pushed him down onto his back on the bed. He stood there for a moment, taking in the form of the other with his legs spread, his dick erect, and every other muscle in his body trembling. Then he shed his own jeans and underwear until they were both naked. He saw Jeremiah blink slightly when he saw Chris’s dick, expression unreadable.
I wonder if he’s seen bigger, or if I’m nothing impressive.
Tossing his pondering aside, Chris planted his hands on the mattress and crawled up on top of Jeremiah. Their dicks pressed together between them, thighs meeting hard. He stayed where he was for a moment to let Jeremiah get used to his weight and presence, and then he held Jeremiah’s hands down on the mattress at his side and began.
He began where he suspected no other man ever had, using his tongue and mouth and lips to worship the other’s body. He kissed every place he could reach, running his tongue along curves and nibbling daintily at edges. His tongue curled around each nipple individually, savoring the texture and shape. He kissed the soft fuzz of dark chest hair, working all the way to that trail of hair further down. He treated each inch of soft skin as though he had never experienced such a thing before, but he bypassed Jeremiah’s cock again and paid attention only to his thighs and the area around it. His eyes were closed, fully immersed in the other’s changing scent and the feel of him.
And through it all, Jeremiah writhed and whimpered with gentle pleasure. His reactions were far more than what Chris’s actions called for, in his perception. The other man already seemed on the verge of shaking apart, he was so caught up in his own need. And the lower Chris descended, the harder that shaking grew. Jeremiah began to struggle, his back arching as his ass pressed down against the mattress beneath him. The tendons in his arms bulged, wrists jerking in an attempt to break free.
And then he did break free somehow, or maybe Chris let him go. They were, at that point, nearly one and the same. It was hard to tell what feelings belonged to whom, when their hearts pounded as one.
Jeremiah grabbed at Chris’s hair with his free hand. His eyes were glassy, gone sexy-hazy. “Stop teasing me,” he grunted. “I can’t take anymore. I’ll burst.”
“What do you need, honey?” Chris asked. He laid his cheek on the other’s thigh, letting his hot breath hit that rigid cock. He was certain that his own eyes were just as hazy, just as full of a need to move on. “Tell me what you want.”
“Uh…” Jeremiah suddenly moaned, his cock twitching.
Note to self: he likes sexy talk.
“Do you want your cock sucked?” Chris continued. He was aware of the fact that he was shaking now too. “You want me to suck you off?”
Two hands in his hair now, tangling. They pulled, trying to move him. Chris felt the direction in which he was being tugged and grinned, eagerly giving in to the demand. He snuggled his cheek over closer to Jeremiah’s dick, letting a hot gust of his breath precede his touch. His lips brushed against soft skin stretched taut over the hard, hot organ and then his tongue slid out between them to have a taste of salty, slickness.
Jeremiah squeaked.
Without moving his head, or his mouth, Chris looked up. Jeremiah bit his lip, his eyes shut tight with his eyebrows drawn together. He looked every inch a man who was struggling to hold onto his last bit of will. Resisting orgasm had never looked so beautiful.
“You can cum if you want.” Chris spoke with his lips moving gently up and down the length of that shaft. It was as thin as the rest of its owner, just the perfect size to go down his throat. “It won’t be the only time you do tonight.”
“I don’t need…”
Before Jeremiah could finish, Chris pounced. He slid his hands down beneath Jeremiah’s ass, lifting him up; at the same time, he brought his mouth around and up so that perfect cock would slam deep into his mouth and down the back of his throat. He was ready for it and accepted it eagerly, pulling it in as deep as it would go.
The half-finished sentence became a shrill cry. Ass muscles tensed in Chris’s hand, a shiver running up and down Jeremiah’s spine. The shiver became a spasm, and the spasm became a shuddering series of jerks that sent hot fluid down the back of Chris’s throat.
He took as much as he could and then pulled his mouth away from the softening organ to swallow what he’d managed to keep. The rest spilled down the corner of his mouth. Straightening up slightly, he looked down at his partner.
Jeremiah had gone slack and limp, his mouth slightly open as he struggled to catch his breath. When he managed to open his eyes, Chris grinned and then wiped away the dribble from the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb. Then, he licked his thumb.
“Want to keep going?”
“Please? I didn’t know this could happen.”
For a moment, Chris had no idea what he was talking about. And then he realized that the other’s cock, limp and spent, was trying to rise and harden once again. Warmth rose up in his chest, forming a soft halo around his heart. He would get to keep his promise of cumming more than once after all.
He wrapped his hand around the rising cock, feeling it move within his grasp. “It won’t happen every time. But this is a special time, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
That was all. A simple yes. No embellishment needed. Chris liked that about the man beneath him.
And so he treated Jeremiah to another orgasm, stroking his cock until it was as long and hard as it would ever be. Veins stood out from the pale skin, blue streaks like beautiful tattoos; in contrast, the tip was angry red from pressure and aching need. Jeremiah gave up on speaking again, moaning and whimpering. His hips bucked to Chris’s rhythm for several minutes, the edge of his need having been taken off from before so that now he was able to actually enjoy what was happening to him.
Sensing that his companion needed a bit of help in getting fully over the edge, Chris gently slid a finger of his free hand between those supple ass cheeks. He explored gently, taking his time pressing against that soft spot between dick and opening before finding the other’s loosened pucker. Rubbing it softly, he didn’t try to enter.
He didn’t need to.
Jeremiah squealed, bucking even harder than before. This time, his hips stayed up, locked into position until he was done. He slumped down then, and Chris knew that he wouldn’t be able to recover for another go at it.
So, he did what he wanted to do for a very long time, and curled up behind the other to wrap him in his arms and legs.
“What… about you?”
Chris smiled against the back of Jeremiah’s neck. He sounded so sleepy; so adorable. So innocent, exactly like a pure and sweet unicorn who had never known harm. At least, who had never known someone was attempting to harm him. “I can wait. Tonight was all about you and I… don’t want to rush things.”
“I’ve never cum so hard before,” Jeremiah admitted. His voice was shy, and Chris could see color creeping into his ears from his blush. “And never twice in a row like that.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“Huh.” Chris kissed the top of his head and held him tighter. His chest ached at the sweetness of it all. Other parts of him ached as well, especially since he was denying himself, but he ignored those feelings. “Those other people you’ve been with must not have known how to treat their men.”
A lot of other men would have then spoken on their past experiences, but Jeremiah kept quiet. That told Chris there was more to the story, although he had already known that.
“What do we do now?”
“Now?” Chris chuckled and gave Jeremiah another kiss. “Now you go to sleep and maybe I’ll treat you to something else in the morning. Unless you’re going to leave me all alone in this bed?”
Jeremiah let out a soft laugh, which turned into a sigh. “I don’t think I could get up if I wanted to. Not with the way you’re crushing me.” He belied what he said by tucking his ass back against Chris’s lap, snuggling in even deeper into the embrace. Sleep was not long in coming, as his breathing slowed and soon became peaceful.
And still Chris waited, fully awake. He waited while Jeremiah sank deep into dreams, and then he waited even longer. Only when he had waited for as long as he possibly could did he finally move, slowly pulling away from the other man in his bed. Chris rolled over onto his stomach and lifted his ass up into the air. There was lube on the nightstand and he spread a liberal amount on his fingers before bringing them back to his own opening, and slowly pressing them inside. He brought himself off quickly, pushing his face into his pillow to stifle the sound and make sure Jeremiah didn’t awaken and feel guilty.
Even just masturbating next to another felt somehow special, something to be cherished.
Spent now, Chris curled up with Jeremiah again and fell asleep.
Chapter 13
“Mmm…”
Jeremiah moved his hips, thrusting slowly. Hot pleasure surged through the lower half of his body, making his leg muscles tense and his toes curl. He gripped at the mattress, bunching up the sheets in two tight fists. His back arched slightly. Wet heat surrounded his swollen dick, moving up and down with the motion of his hips.
I haven’t ever had a dream like this before…
Moaning again, Jeremiah bucked his hips more vigorously.
He was treated to a soft grunt in response, and a low pulse of laughter that shook him straight through his dick and deeper inside to his very core. “I guess that’s what I get for trying to wake you up nicely.”
Jeremiah’s eyes snapped open with shock. “Not a dream?” he gasped.
Chris looked up at him, rubbing the side of his face. “Not a dream. A dream would be sexier than being stabbed in the eye with your dick. It’s a really nice dick but I didn’t want that much of a close-up.”
Jeremiah released his tense grip on the bed, pushing himself up to a sitting position. He squinted a little, trying to make sense of what was happening. Chris had been sucking him while he slept, clearly wanting to do something special. A blush heated his cheeks and he turned his head away, looking over at the wall. Light filtered in from behind the curtains, strong enough to be long past dawn. He wondered exactly what time it was, since he didn’t see a clock anywhere.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I was just surprised, is all.”
Chris sat up, and Jeremiah felt a huge weight lift from his shoulders as he realized that he wasn’t angry. “It’s okay,” he said. “I don’t regret it. My eye really hurts, though.”
Jeremiah leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Chris’s sore eye. “If it falls out, you would make a really sexy pirate.”
“Yeah?” Jeremiah tasted Chris’s soft lips, pressed against his. “Maybe that’s what I should do if this whole real estate thing doesn’t work out.”
“Speaking of that, what time do you need to be going off to your job?”
“Whenever I want,” Chris said, firmly. “I want to finish what I started with you. If that’s okay?”
Jeremiah sighed. He wanted that very much and his dick was still rock-hard and begging for action, but he knew there were more important things to be done. His soul-searching had led him to the conclusion that Chris was everything he had ever wanted. The flaws with Markus weren’t exactly flaws, but now that he thought about it objectively, Jeremiah realized that the man often made him do things that he wasn’t comfortable with. Chris never had.
Markus was brisk and often impersonal. Chris had built his entire business on being friendly.
Markus demanded sex whenever he wanted it. Chris had made sure that he owned up to his mistakes when he made them, and learned from them; when it came time to actually have sex, he had communicated.
Markus had forced him into this whole venture with an ultimatum: “Spy on my rival or I won’t ever marry you.”
And, perhaps most importantly, Markus had spread lies about Chris… and hadn’t listened at all to the truth. That was the last straw. And now, with the camel’s back broken, Jeremiah was going to set everything to right. After he did, he would tell Chris everything that had happened. Chris would understand. He always did.
“I actually think I should get going. And I would hate to keep you from your business. Your employees need you.”
Chris flashed a wicked grin and lightly rubbed the tip of Jeremiah’s cock before pulling his hand away. “You need me too. But I appreciate your thoughtfulness, and you’re right. I s
houldn’t neglect what I’ve worked so hard for.”
And neither should Jeremiah.
“Hey, I just remembered. There’s going to be a party at Tribeca Rooftop on Saturday. Business casual. Would you come with me?”
Jeremiah blinked a little bit. He hadn’t heard Markus talk about going to a party at Tribeca. “For business?”
“No, no.” Chris shook his head and reached out to take hold of Jeremiah’s hands, clasping them between his. “I’m sure there will be a lot of high-profile people there, but it’s more of a social event than a business opportunity. I was invited a month ago but I didn’t have anyone to be my plus one. Would you go with me?”
He didn’t even have to think about it. He nodded eagerly. “I would love to. Thank you!” Normally, such a large party would put him on edge but he knew he would be okay with Chris there.
The man before him suddenly seemed uncharacteristically shy. Jeremiah tilted his head, watching him. Then, Chris took a deep breath and held Jeremiah’s hand even tighter, almost painfully. “I wanted to know if you would go with me as… as my boyfriend?”
Oh.
Jeremiah pulled one hand away, laying it on his chest with shock. His thoughts buzzed. Everything around him went hazy. His eyes unfocused. Chris’s boyfriend?
His silence must have worried the other, because Chris leaned back and bit his lip, looking nervous. “You don’t have to. It’s just that I haven’t even thought about seeing anyone since I met you. We can call ourselves whatever you want, just as long as I get to keep seeing you.”
Now Jeremiah bit his own lip, thinking rapidly. His heart was pounding in his chest, making the buzzing of his thoughts even worse. The party was on Saturday, and Chris wanted Jeremiah to be all his on that day and forever after.
Today is Thursday.
That was plenty of time to catch Markus and break up with him. Jeremiah couldn’t see a way where the outcome of this wouldn’t be what he wanted. Soon, all these secrets and lies would be over and they could all be happy. Well, except with Markus, even though Jeremiah had done exactly what he wanted.