by Cameron Dane
“No.” Sweat poured down Grey’s naked body, and his skin felt like it was stretched tight and on fire. “Can’t.” Grey wrapped his arms around Sirus’s torso and dug into his chest with the blunt tips of his fingers. Holding on tight, without gentleness, Grey rammed Sirus forward, doubling the other man’s upper body over the back of the couch with the force of his fucking.
Sirus let go of Grey and planted his hands into the cushions of the sofa, making himself stationary once again. “Jerk my cock.” Sirus tried to reach down with one hand and do it himself. He made contact with a hiss. “Hurts … so hard.”
Grey knocked Sirus’s fingers away and wrapped his burning erection up tightly in hand, giving the thick length a rough tug. Sirus groaned and pushed into the milking of his dick. At the same time, his snug passage rippled all around Grey’s cock and squeezed, killing Grey with unfathomable pleasure.
“Oh shit…” Grey’s nuts quickly sucked up nearly into his body, making him grunt and grit his teeth as he fought to hold off release. He frantically jerked and pulled on Sirus’s velvety-hard prick, trying to get the guy to orgasm faster than the tingling already coiling in his own belly and racing up his spine. “Coming… Too fast.” Grey curled his fingertips around the thick head of Sirus’s dick and teased the wide slit, smearing slickness all over the cap. Sirus shuddered, and his ass contracted in a suffocating hold around Grey’s embedded cock, tormenting Grey into giving up the battle.
“Ahhh!” Grey speared his penis into the deepest reaches of Sirus’s body, lifting Sirus all the way onto the tips of his toes as release overtook him. Semen shot through Grey and raced to his cock; his shaft pulsed inside Sirus’s rectum, beating in time with every spit of hot cum he dumped in Sirus’s ass. Grey buried his fingers into Sirus’s hard chest, kept a fist clamped around his member, and stuck his face into Sirus’s damp hair, barely holding on to sanity through the fiercely pleasurable ride.
Wet heat emptied out of Grey, filling Sirus’s hole. Through the hazy, sex-filled blur of coming, Grey dragged his hand up the length of Sirus’s erection and pinched the tip.
Hard. Sirus groaned, the low rumble vibrating all through his body, almost like an animal in pain. Right on top of that, his cock jumped in Grey’s snug hold, swelled, and then the waterfall-loud sound of ejaculate hitting the floor filled Grey’s ears. Sirus seemed to come forever, almost motionless and silent as he did.
Grey stayed still and quiet for a moment, slipping into a place of ease he had never felt in his life. Everything about the steady rise and fall of Sirus’s body beneath him— that his own body naturally found and mimicked—dragged Grey into its spell, intoxicating him with the touch, smell and taste of Sirus, lulling Grey into never wanting to let this man out of his arms.
Ever.
Grey jerked, feeling like freezing lake water plashed over his heated flesh. No, huh-uh, not forever. Absolutely not. I don’t do long-term. I don’t even know this man. Not really. His heart racing for an entirely different reason than fucking, Grey let go of Sirus and withdrew his cock, stifling a moan at the last sliver of pleasure.
Sirus straightened, and Grey slapped his ass, forcing humor into his voice. “That’ll teach you to beat me in a foot race.” They’d started out this morning going for a perfectly innocent hike. During the course of conversation, and playing around, competitive spirits came to the surface, resulting in Grey challenging Sirus to a race back to the cabin. Sirus had taken him up on the taunt, eagerly.
Shaking himself back into the moment, Grey flipped Sirus over the back of the couch onto the cushions and hopped over on top of him, sitting on his stomach. “If it happens again, I might not get us inside the cabin before I retaliate. I could end up fucking you right outside on the porch steps.”
His eyes twinkling, Sirus rubbed Grey’s thighs while flashing a naughty grin.
“Mmm, remind me to call my brothers and thank them for cramming competition down my throat when I was a kid. If this is how you punish me,” Sirus’s hands inched closer to Grey’s dwindled cock, “I’ll happily continue beating you. Allow me to introduce you to wrestling.”
In a flash, Sirus wrapped his hands under Grey’s legs and flipped him to the other end of the couch. Grey landed on his back, with Sirus on top of him, pinning his straining arms to the sofa.
Gnashing his teeth and pushing against Sirus’s hold with all of his might, Grey muttered, “Not gonna win twice, Wilder.” He immediately wrapped his legs around Sirus and, with every muscle in him working overtime, he forced Sirus off him and onto his side. Sirus pushed back with equal power, his hands still manacled to Grey’s forearms, and his legs struggling to overtake Grey’s.
They tangled back and forth with their legs, rolling from one side to the other as they each gained and lost the upper hand. Sirus’s hands slipped with every move he made, and eventually the men’s palms touched and their fingers entwined, but the push of strength didn’t allow Grey to mistake it for holding hands. Sirus’s face pulled taut, his eyes shone with his determination, and his muscles flexed with every shift, each line highlighted by a sheen of sweat.
Grey fought like a dog protecting his only T-bone, but his spent cock wanted like hell to stir, and he licked his lips. “Christ, man,” he locked his leg around Sirus’s knee, pressing their dicks together in the battle, “you’re so fucking sexy.”
“Oh boy.” A burst of laughter escaped Sirus, and he threw his head back against the armrest. “My brothers never said that to me when we wrestled.”
As he laughed, Sirus’s hold relaxed, and Grey moved in fast. He shoved Sirus the rest of the way onto his back, held his hands prisoner, and wrapped the other man’s legs up in a tight hold.
Grey looked down, his heart lurching at Sirus’s deep breathing and the lightness brightening his eyes. “Got you,” Grey said, his tone ridiculously ragged.
Sirus looked up at him, open in every sense, and Grey almost couldn’t breathe. “Yep.
You win.” Sirus’s voice was soft, and his eyes even more so. “What are you going to do about it?”
His gaze held captive, Grey dipped his head, needing a piece of this man’s confidence and peace. I want you so damn much; I don’t know how to stop. Grey stilled mere centimeters from Sirus’s mouth, panicked by the turn of his out-of-control thoughts.
Instead of going for Sirus’s lips, Grey pecked a fast kiss on his cheek and pulled away.
“How about I give you a few minutes reprieve while I catch my breath.” He let go of Sirus’s hands, released his legs, and pushed himself to lean against the other armrest, adrenaline making his movements rigid and jerky. “You and your brothers must have played hard as kids. If you hadn’t laughed, I’d be suffering defeat once again.”
His forehead scrunching, studying Grey for an excruciatingly long moment, Sirus eventually shifted and sat up too. “I didn’t always win with my brothers,” a fast smile returned to his face, “but I learned how to at least be respectable in a fight.”
“You said you have four brothers, right?” Grey winced as soon as the question left his lips, hating this tangible desire in him to know more about this enchanting man.
“Yep,” Sirus answered. “Nic—the one who called to warn me about my mom visiting—is the oldest. I’m the youngest, of the brothers anyway. After Nic there’s Richard, Matthew, Thomas, then me, and finally Diana.”
Grey could completely picture Sirus surrounded by a brood of siblings and family.
Something about him screamed of a tight family bond. “How old are you?”
“Thirty-one.” Sirus looked Grey up and down; his focus, interest, rubbing at Grey’s instinct to shield himself from probing stares. “You?”
“Thirty-three.” Scratching his hand through his hair, Grey scanned his internal information about Sirus, searching for something banal—safe. His chest burned and he wanted to get up and move; anything to redirect these innocent questions off him.
Innocent always leads to intimate.
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nbsp; Grey finally found something, and the tightness banding his middle released. “I’ve been meaning to ask about your rig. You said you’re a truck driver, but I didn’t see your vehicle at your cabin.”
“When I’m not driving, I park it at a garage in town.” Sirus’s answer came as easily as Grey found it difficult to share. “The owner and I worked out a little rental fee for the space. Since I set my own schedule, and I don’t require a whole lot of money to live a life that is comfortable for me, I can sometimes go a month without driving it, if the mood strikes me.” Another lingering look from Sirus had Grey squirming, this time fighting down the sense of being caressed by big, callused hands. “It struck me a couple of weeks ago. Seems to have been nice timing so far.”
Grey adjusted his dick, and cleared his throat. Stay down. “It must be nice to allot yourself such big chunks of time to work on your second career.”
Sirus tilted his head. “What?”
“Your art?”
“Oh,” Sirus relaxed back into the armrest, shaking his head, “that’s not a career.
That’s something I do for the joy of it. Giving stuff to Ginny is just for fun. I get a charge out of discovering a new craft or medium, and seeing if I can figure it out. I don’t have any interest in turning it into a job.”
Modest too. Of course Sirus wouldn’t just be sexy, sharp, and know how to take a fucking like no man Grey had ever met. He had to be humble about his talents too. “You probably could turn your art into a career.”
Shrugging, Sirus said, “If I were so inclined to pursue it, but I’m not. How about you?” He nudged Grey’s hip with his bare foot. “How did you and John decide that pairing people with money to start a business was what you wanted to do with your life?”
“John had the entrance into a circle of people with large amounts of disposable income.” Grey breathed easier; he knew his work inside out and was used to discussing it with people. “John convinced me I was a good enough talker to get just about anybody to part with anything, including money. We were both always good with numbers; we like them. We like the thought of being part of discovering an innovative new business too.
When we were in high school, we took a course together that challenged the students to play the stock market with monopoly money, and we realized with the proper amount of research we had a really good ability to predict what would do well. It seemed to work well when we worked a stock together, where we could talk the pros and cons out with each other. Conversely, we didn’t have as much success when we tried it on our own.”
He chuckled. “We really liked when we did well and beat out every other team, not only in our class, but in the entire school. That was heady, and addictive.” Grey suddenly stopped, stricken. What the hell was that? Telling people about playing stocks in high school wasn’t his and John’s standard “about us” company line. Always, whenever asked, they discussed business courses in college, their credentials, their myriad of successes, not that they played stock market in school and caught a fever for making money, even if at the time the money wasn’t real.
Sirus snapped his fingers, the sound cracking through the silent living room. “Grey, you all right?”
Grey shook himself and forced a placid expression to his face. “Yeah, fine. Sorry.”
Get back to the standard company information, Greyson. “Anyway, going through college, and taking lots of business courses, we saw how damn hard it is to start and succeed as a new business in this country. We figured with the strengths we each brought individually, along with how well we worked as a team, we could fill a niche in the market and do very well for ourselves at the same time. That’s what we did.”
“Must have been nice going into something where you had complete trust in your partner,” Sirus said with gentleness in his voice. “John’s more than a friend and a business associate; he’s like a brother to you, right?”
A picture of John sitting at Grey’s grandmother’s dinner table virtually every night from the moment he, John, and Kelsie met when they were ten years old flashed through Grey’s mind. “You could say that. He was around enough that we considered him family.”
“But in reality it’s just you and Kelsie.” Slate eyes looked straight at Grey, uncomfortably direct. “You don’t have any other siblings, right?”
“Nope.” Hairs on the back of Grey’s neck stood on end, and the disquieting sensation quickly raced down his arms, leaving him chilled. “Listen, I need water after our marathon run and fuck.” He slid his legs off the couch and stood, making only fleeting eye contact. “You want something?”
“Sure,” Sirus murmured. “Thanks.”
Grey circled the couch and grabbed his pants. Gotta get away for a minute and breathe. “Be right back.”
*
Damn it.
Sirus pushed upright and discreetly watched Grey disappear into the kitchen, the man’s back ramrod straight. Sirus told himself not to stare, not to develop an attachment beyond the act of fucking, but he couldn’t shift his focus from the strict lines that ruled Grey’s stance, or stop the ache to know more. A knot grew in Sirus’s belly, filling him with failure. He had given Grey a little bit of information about his family without even thinking twice about doing it when the man asked. Only, when Sirus maneuvered and tried to get something in return, Grey clammed up tighter than an oyster.
The man is not capable of sharing. He has already intimated that; believe him.
Still, something in Sirus’s gut, while watching Grey so closely, said that Grey had been on the cusp of revealing personal information. Perhaps already had. That would explain why he went from being laid back to coiled like a striking snake in almost one blink of his eyes. The man’s guard was slipping a little bit … and that clearly made him uncomfortable.
Sirus couldn’t help wanting to know more about Grey; to figure how to keep him talking each time those instincts kicked in and told him to close his mouth. Sirus watched Grey shut himself down just a moment ago, and it hadn’t been the first time it happened since they began sharing this cabin. Something in Grey’s eyes spoke of secrets and loneliness, and it tugged at Sirus’s heart. This man made Sirus want to work on getting him to open up, to show him there could be trust and companionship with someone other than John and Kelsie; perhaps something as deep and abiding as what John and Kelsie shared together.
Stop it. You’re doing it again. You’re trying to create a relationship and feelings where they don’t exist. Grey only wants to fuck you for two weeks. He could not have been clearer about that.
Strictly fucking, that’s what Grey said. Sirus’s head told him to accept those terms, and if he couldn’t, then he needed to walk away right now. Maybe Sirus could accept those words if he didn’t feel the desperation in the way Grey made love, or didn’t witness these intense passing glances and touches that spoke of longing for a deeper connection.
Sirus swore he saw hints of a man living inside Grey who wanted to talk about all kinds of things, not just weather, work and sports. Small pieces of that man slipped out every once in a while, Sirus knew it. His gut knew it. His head knew it. And his heart knew it too.
He just didn’t know what the hell it would take, or if it was even possible, to coax that complete Grey out into the open. Or if he would get smacked right out of this little part of Grey’s world for trying to do it.
Stop it, Sirus; stop it right now. You can’t force someone into a change they aren’t ready to make on their own. Look at what you hoped for with Paul, and the reality that slapped you in the face.
Sirus’s heart started pounding like a son of a bitch, and his hands went numb. Danger lay in pushing a regimented man like Grey out of his comfort zone. Potential destruction and total heartache too. Sirus wanted to know more about Grey, but he couldn’t ignore the risk to his own wellbeing either. He’d left himself open to heartbreak before, and he just didn’t know if he would recover from another man stomping on his soul again.
Sirus’s fi
ngers tingled with returning sensation, and his pulse settled too. Just as fast, he jumped as warmth caressed his penis, stirring the shaft with new life.
Blinking, Sirus came back to reality and looked down. His gaze collided with Grey’s.
“You ready for round two?” Grey kneeled between Sirus’s spread legs, his hand wrapped firmly around Sirus’s cock. Sirus peripherally registered the glass of water sitting on the coffee table.
Grey stroked Sirus’s shaft with one full drag, and Sirus’s length shot up to almost full salute. “You feel like you’ll be rock-hard with one good suck,” Grey said. He swirled his tongue around the sensitized rim and pressed a chaste kiss to the equally nerve-rich tip, his eyes lifted to Sirus’s face the entire time. “I want my jaw aching by the time you come again.”
Those hazel eyes of Grey’s, studded with flecks of gold, held Sirus locked in a sensual hold, tying him up in a frightening mixture of needs, wants, and pure desire.
Unable to walk away, no matter the foolish risk, Sirus pushed Grey’s head to his cock and forced the man’s hot mouth down on his length, succumbing to the physical bond between them that neither one of them could deny.
Chapter Ten
“Come on, son, it’ll be fun.” Grey’s father stood beside the aboveground pool in their backyard, the collected rainwater within frigid and littered with tree branches and dead leaves. Jeremiah Cole’s clothes hung loosely from his tall, lanky body, and his overlong hair brushed past his shoulders in thick, dark strands. “Help your sister in, and splash around to get clean. Here.” Jeremiah tossed a multi-colored beach ball over the width of the water, forcing Grey to jump in order to catch it. “Make it into a game, and you’ll be done before you know it.”
Kelsie stood beside Grey, a brisk autumn breeze lifting her long hair and blowing it in his face. His sister already started to shiver, her nose ran with the beginnings of another cold, and she hadn’t even removed her clothes yet. Grey could see the purple tinge taking over Kelsie’s lips, and noticed the way she clung to her stuffed dog, fearful of getting into the cold water.
