by Cameron Dane
With his upper back braced against the wall, his legs spread wide open, and his perfect, rosy hole on display, Alex proved himself a temptation a starving man like Hunter couldn’t resist. Hunter folded to his knees and dived right in, taking a second lick of Alex’s smooth, cum-filled sac. He tongued the man’s taint too, and groaned as he inhaled the natural musky fragrance of someone who’d spent the day working hard. The earthiness of a man who hadn’t yet showered appealed to Hunter’s baser desires, and getting at Alex’s pucker punched Hunter the rest of the way home.
Hunter pushed the taut orbs of Alex’s buttocks apart and licked from stem to stern, reveling in the taste of sweat and man bursting on his taste buds. He loved the feel of Alex’s tightly closed entrance against the tip of his tongue, and it excited him to feel it contract with each flick against the sensitized nerve endings. Not enough. One parting of his lips and Hunter began alternating between sucking and poking at Alex’s asshole, and even swirled his tongue all around the rim. Alex seemed to attempt to rock away and then back into Hunter’s ministrations, as if he couldn’t yet understand if he liked this kind of intimacy or not. It made Hunter wonder just how often other men -- goddamn Mack -- offered him this kind of pleasure.
Hunter growled and redoubled his efforts, determined to obliterate with a vengeance any man but him from Alex’s thoughts. He pushed at Alex’s legs, jammed his thighs so far apart he nearly pressed the guy’s knees into the wall. The overall picture Alex presented, with his bound arms, lust-filled stare, rigid cock poking into his belly, and widespread ass and thighs, spoke of a wanton who cared about nothing but someone working him over any way they wanted, so long as they made Alex come. Bet nobody else has ever seen Alexander Quick like this. The sight of Alex in this position burned Hunter inside. So full of open desire and need while at someone else’s mercy. Beads of sweat poured down Hunter’s back. His cock jumped between his legs, eager to reclaim a snug, damp home inside Alex.
Full of power now, Hunter kissed and teased Alex’s pucker, doing his damnedest to relax the hell out of the shy muscle. He flicked and flicked and flicked, and Alex bit his lip as his asshole pulsed and fluttered with each intimate kiss, clearly out of his control. Yes. That’s right. Give up the fight. Hunter dared to nibble and bite at the skin surrounding Alex’s pretty ring. Alex keened and bucked, the movement rocking the sawhorse on its legs. Hunter bit again with the intention of delivering a more concentrated sting. A shudder rolled through Alex from top to bottom.
“No more. Please.” Alex shrank back until his spine rode the wall. “I can’t take it anymore.” His eyes shone with unnatural brightness, and his chest expanded as if he could not catch his breath. “I need to feel you inside me. Take me now, Hunt.” Alex’s muscles strained as he pulled against the cord around his wrists. “I’m so fucking close to coming.”
Hunter shot to his feet. On a day when his erection wasn’t so damn hard it hurt -- and when he couldn’t feel Alex shaking with need too -- he’d linger and eat this man’s ass all day. He would lick, suck, and bite on that little pink starburst until his tongue slipped inside and he fucked Alex in a way he suspected the man had never experienced in his life. Right now, though, Hunter pulled a condom from his pocket, unwrapped it, and rolled it on his rearing cock in record time, all the while ignoring the fact that his hands trembled and what that might mean. The fact that he’d sworn up and down to himself he didn’t want anything to do with Alex anymore, yet had carried a condom and lube in his pocket since the morning he’d discovered Alex had gone away, sent a message that had Hunter clenching his teeth. I fucking want him, even if it’s sloppy seconds.
Hunter slathered the lube on over the condom, tossed the packet onto the floor, and silently cursed at the way his cock jumped and his balls pulled at the slightest contact. Jerk off in front of him. Hunter scrambled to reclaim something of his shredded soul. Come on the floor and walk away, leaving him hard as a rock.
Alex shifted in front of Hunter and drew his full attention. Nothing but pure, open need lived in Alex’s storm-filled green gaze. He scratchily whispered, “Please.”
Jesus. Hunter’s need met Alex’s and took complete control. He slammed forward and drove his cock straight into Alex’s ass, pushing through unbearable, delicious tightness right to the hilt. At first penetration, both men roared in harmony. Cock invaded ass, and ass clutched cock in a fierce hold, binding Hunter and Alex together as one.
Hunter moaned, glorying in Alex’s passage as it smothered his dick in scorching, slick heat. The need to move consumed Hunter and overrode all else. He wrapped his arms around Alex’s thighs, holding him in place for the second deep, full spearing from his cock. Burning hot, wonderful friction enflamed Hunter’s shaft and had him punching his hips forward again. He quickly knifed into Alex a third and fourth time, desperate to sink into a connection he hated knowing didn’t feel like any sex he’d ever experienced before. Spiraling lines of incredible pleasure launched from his cock into every corner of his body, driving Hunter to take Alex’s ass again and again and again. No mating with any other man had ever consumed Hunter in quite the way taking Alex did. Hunter dug his fingers into Alex’s thighs, surely bruising flesh. That thought made Hunter shove himself even harder and faster into Alex’s ass, taking Alex to the hilt and then grinding his pubes into the man’s sweet, stretched hole, leaving the vulnerable, soft skin scraped with another of his brands.
Hunter pulled all the way out of Alex’s chute and then watched as he forced his way back inside, pushing to the root and roughly rubbing his fur against Alex’s ring. The darkly base sight spurred Hunter to withdraw and sink into Alex once more, the vision inciting a low growl.
“Jesus… Fucking Jesus. Alex. Alex.” Hunter ran his hands up and down Alex’s thighs and cursed that he hadn’t taken off his glove. He ached for skin-to-skin contact everywhere he could get it. Hunter let go and put his glove to his teeth, intent to rip it off, and even tear open his shirt so he could rub his sweat-slick chest against Alex’s. Just then, though, Alex whipped his legs around Hunter’s waist and locked his ankles at Hunter’s back.
“Oh God…God.” Eyes closed, Alex clung to the cord binding his wrists and thrashed his head against the wall. “Don’t stop.” He worked himself off on Hunter’s cock, attempting to ride him in a modified way. “Harder…” With a low curse, Alex tried to impale himself fully on Hunter’s shaft. “Fuck me harder.”
Black volcanic heat surged through Hunter in a seismic wave. He grabbed Alex’s hair and used his forehead to pin Alex to the wall. An animalist noise of ownership erupted from deep in Hunter’s gut, and he none too gently banged Alex’s head against the plaster. When Alex blinked, Hunter ordered in a guttural voice, “Say my name.”
“Hunt… Ohhh fuck…” Alex bit his lip as Hunter gave him one good, deep thrust for getting the answer right. “So fucking good, Hunt.” Alex yanked at his arms. When the cord only cinched tighter, not allowing him to move, Alex stuck out his tongue and licked Hunter’s lips again. In between each lick, he said, “Hunter. Your name is Hunter.”
Hunter rewarded Alex with another hard stab all the way into his fluttering chute. “And who owns your ass right now and for as long as I want it?” Hunter’s voice registered deep and harsh.
Breathing heavily, Alex said, “You do,” and unwound his legs from Hunter. He planted his feet back on the sawhorse beam and put his stuffed-to-capacity asshole on full display. “It’s yours.”
“That’s right.” Hunter grunted with satisfaction. “Don’t look away. Don’t close your eyes.”
Staying forehead to forehead with Alex, keeping the man nailed to the wall, Hunter stabbed into Alex’s ass one, two, three times. As he did, he watched Alex’s mouth gape with a silent cry each time Hunter owned him to the root. Between their bodies, Alex’s cock wept clear lines of early ejaculate, and his balls swelled with prominence in his smooth, crimson sac.
Hunter kept fucking Alex at a steady pace and also reached down
to touch Alex’s engorged penis with sure strokes. He added a squeeze and tug on Alex’s nuts to the mix, and it didn’t take long for Alex to slip to a place of incoherent, pleading noises and erratic breathing. Hunter’s cock screamed to let loose and spew, and he swore his testicles had already tucked themselves halfway into his body, but he denied himself and focused entirely on making Alex come.
Hunter pumped his dick into Alex’s steamy tunnel with ever faster and deeper thrusts, pegging Alex’s sweet spot with every drive. He squeezed his fingers tighter around Alex’s prick and jerked him from tip to base with equal speed, making sure to dip his fingers and play with the man’s nuts whenever he hit the root.
Tension visibly strung Alex tighter and tighter. Soon his thighs shook, his voice trembled, and his eyes looked wild. His lips parted, and he brokenly uttered, “I-I can’t hold back.”
Hunter licked to Alex’s ear and whispered, “Then don’t.” As he did, he sank his length as deep into Alex as he could and pressed his fingertips hard right under Alex’s sac.
In rapid response, Alex shouted and convulsed. A split second later, hot ejaculate spewed between them, spraying onto Hunter’s shirt. As Alex came and came and came, saturating the fabric covering Hunter’s stomach, he squeezed his eyes shut and rolled his head against the wall. No! An immediate inferno of jealous, bitter heat overtook Hunter. He wanted to hit and shake Alex and demand to know who Alex saw in his head -- Hunter or Mack. Or maybe someone else.
Hunter bared his teeth, feeling like an animal. He scraped out in an awful voice, “I told you not to close your eyes.” Unsure and uncaring if Alex had even finished coming, Hunter reached up, pried the extension cord off the hook, and wrestled Alex to the floor. With Alex’s wrists still bound, Hunter easily overpowered him and got him flat on his back. Hunter shoved Alex’s arms into the floor above his head and then scrambled to straddle his face. He held Alex’s wrists down with one hand, effectively nailing him to the floor, and reached between his legs to tear off his condom with the other. Tossing the rubber aside, Hunter then pushed the fat, sticky tip of his cock into Alex’s mouth.
Fucking Christ. Wet, mind-blowing heat surrounded Hunter’s cockhead, and new lines of sweat immediately began streaming down his sides under his shirt. He flexed his hips, fed more of his length past Alex’s lips, and sucked in a sharp breath when Alex relaxed his jaw and let Hunter deeper inside.
Every nerve ending in Hunter’s prick sang the praises of Alex’s fine mouth. “That’s right.” Hunter hissed and shook his head in an effort to fight off coming. He withdrew, rubbed his saliva-slick dick all over Alex’s face, and then sank back into the man’s mouth until his slit kissed Alex’s throat. “Fucking open up and take it all.” Hunter snarled, angry with himself for loving this punishment too much.
Goddamn show him who’s in charge, you pussy. Hunter quickly braced himself on Alex’s forearms, hoping like hell he bruised more skin, and began fucking Alex’s face with stabbing, repeated thrusts into a mouth that shouldn’t feel as if he sank his cock into warm, liquid gold. Utopia existed beyond Alex’s lips. When Alex started sucking in his cheeks and tonguing Hunter’s penis every time Hunter shoved his length inside, Hunter truly believed Alex’s mouth became heaven on earth. No. Hunter gritted his teeth against the immense pleasure and slammed his dick past Alex’s lips harder. It’s a fucking lesson. It shouldn’t be good.
Hunter lost his grip as his hands grew slick with perspiration. His hold slid from Alex’s forearms to his hands. Alex immediately twined his fingers with Hunter’s, as if he wanted this brutal connection, and that only ratcheted up Hunter’s need to dominate even more. He ground the back of Alex’s hands into the dirty, wood subfloor, and did the same with his cock into Alex’s mouth, taking over the wet cavern and then some, going past the man’s throat.
“Take every fucking inch.” Raw, unvarnished desire saturated Hunter’s voice. The nerve endings in his dick shrieked at his system to let loose, and his nuts had never been so heavy and full to the point of bursting like they felt right now. Hunter looked down and found Alex staring straight up at him. It felt as if the man somehow drilled a clean line right into Hunter’s soul. Oh fuck. Naked inside, Hunter pulled out his cock and then drove it right back home, uttering, “Try to breathe or eat something tomorrow without thinking of me.”
Still locked on Hunter’s gaze, Alex closed in like a vacuum around Hunter’s prick. He sucked Hunter’s shaft in a way nobody had ever ministered to Hunter before, and Hunter threw his head back and let out a deafening roar. Starburst after starburst exploded inside him, each one punching their way through him on a collision course with his cock. He drilled his cock even deeper down Alex’s throat, and Alex somehow took Hunter’s length without gagging. Shoved in to the root, Hunter jerked, cried out, and then unloaded spurt after spurt of seed down Alex’s throat, marking him on the inside just as completely as on the exterior. The thought shot another line of pleasure through Hunter’s balls, and he pulled out just in time to dump a line of cum right across Alex’s lips.
Just as fast as Hunter spilled himself on Alex’s mouth, thoughts of another guy possibly doing the same consumed him. In a shot, Hunter untangled his hands from Alex’s, shoved the extension cord off the man’s wrists, and scrambled backward. The sight of Alex sprawled naked on the floor of this construction site changed in Hunter’s mind to dozens of other work sites, and other men doing the same as Hunter had just done. No. Not like this.
Hunter leaned down and sank his teeth into Alex’s chest, ignoring Alex’s cry. He did not retract until he’d drawn blood. He then shot to his feet. As he walked backward, stuffing his cock back into his jeans, he looked right into Alex’s wide stare. Bitterness laced Hunter’s voice as he said, “I don’t know what the hell you said to your man last week, but just try explaining what I did to you twice the next time you bend over for Mack.” Hunter stormed out of the house, slamming the open door behind him.
Motherfucking shit. The oncoming night shrouded the open land in deep shadows, but light streaming from the lower level windows of the house behind him provided plenty of guidance to Hunter’s truck. His chest heaved. He had trouble regaining any sense of calm and automatically reached for his pocketknife. Right away he knew the blade wouldn’t work this time. Hunter needed to slam himself into a tree or a wall or punch something until his knuckles bled and he felt his arms would fall off his shoulders.
In a heartbeat, contemplating self-injury didn’t matter. A hundred seventy-five pounds of solid male rammed Hunter from behind and shoved him into the side of his truck. Pain radiated through the front of Hunter’s frame, and spots of white danced before his eyes. Before Hunter’s sight cleared, Alex jerked Hunter’s arm, forced him around, and boxed him in with hands planted against the truck on either side of Hunter’s shoulders.
Green streaks of out-of-control fire burned in Alex’s eyes. With his pants barely holding at his hips, his hair in wild disarray, and his blond beauty, he looked like a god a mortal had dared anger by waking him up. “You jackass bastard.” Alex slammed his hands against the truck this close to Hunter’s head. “You don’t get to storm into my workplace, fuck me like you just did, bite me, and then spew nonsensical garbage without giving me a chance to speak my piece.”
Hunter’s heartbeat somehow kicked up even higher, but fuck, he didn’t dare let this man know it. He commanded his muscles to relax and sank into the metal at his back. “I think I just did,” he said, his voice easy-as-you-please.
Alex’s nostrils flared. He leaned in dangerously close to Hunter’s face, and his lush mouth narrowed to an unforgiving line. “Where the fuck did you hear Mack’s name?” He looked near to sprouting horns and ramming Hunter again. “You can’t have done any research about me and learned anything about him. He is not for public consumption.”
So I’m just part of the “public.” No way. Hunter combusted with life and shoved Alex out of his personal space. “No shit, he’s not for the public. He’
s clearly too wonderful for us mere mortals to know, even the ones who are fucking” -- Hunter bit off the word -- “you.” He tried to circle Alex, but Alex turned with him, and it became an obvious sizing up of two dogs vying for the power position. “Apparently when you go to see this incredible man, your time is all for him and you cannot be disturbed. Not even for work. He must be pretty goddamn special for the great Alexander Quick to ignore his precious business when he’s with him. Does Mack have some kind of magical dick?” Hunter openly checked Alex out from top to bottom and then smiled nastily. “Or is it his mouth that makes time with him so damn valuable to you?”
Alex roared. He swung fast and hard, cracking his fist into Hunter’s cheek. A sharp burst of fire fanned out and consumed half of Hunter’s face, and before it could subside, Alex tangled his hands in Hunter’s shirt and shoved him against the truck once more. His eyes charged with popping sparks, Alex snarled, “I don’t have anything to do with Mack’s goddamn dick or mouth! It’s his goddamn heart that matters the most to me, okay! Mack is the fucking most important person in my world, but he has never been nor will he ever be my boyfriend. And he is goddamn not now” -- Alex thumped Hunter hard into the truck one more time -- “nor will he ever be, my lover!”
Hunter saw red. “Then what is he to you?” he spat back. His ears still rang with what he’d heard, and he could never wash his mind of the pictures he’d created in the week since. “If you’re so fucking innocent, tell me who Mack is!”
Before Hunter’s eyes, Alex stood taller, yet at the same time his entire demeanor softened. The gentlest smile appeared and turned this already beautiful man to arresting. “He’s… He’s…” Enough light streamed from the house to see twin lines of pink slash Alex’s cheeks. Alex nodded, perhaps to himself, and met Hunter’s stare. “Mack is my best friend,” he shared. “He is so much more than that, though, but none of it is sexual. We’re not like that. Mack is my mentor, he is my bullshit meter, he is my shelter when I feel like it won’t fucking stop raining on me, he is my rock when I don’t feel stable, and he is a man who has no blood ties to me but makes me feel like I have a home when I’m with him. He is…Mack.” Alex shrugged, but nothing about the careless gesture felt throwaway. “That is the best way I can describe him. That is why my time is my own when I visit him. Not because we are fucking the whole time and cannot be disturbed. You could not be more wrong about that. He is very sick right now, and that is why I’ve been going to visit him so much.”
