Blue Cruise

by Liz Crowe

  Adem moaned and drank him down. He clutched Caleb’s thighs, licking his way back up his still-jerking shaft, giving the tip a final flick with his tongue before standing up on knees. He grinned and wiped his mouth with the back of one hand, the other one rubbing his own cock, still trapped behind linen shorts.

  ***

  Adem knew the moment he’d sat with Caleb at the small Bodrum bistro overlooking the sea, sharing a beer and Caleb’s stories of his years in Turkey, that he had fallen neck deep in serious love. He was willing to do whatever it took to convince the man they were meant to be together. It was fated. And Madame Eve had worked her magic once again.

  The wine had helped ease his nervousness during dinner, and he’d liked imagining the laughter he brought with his own stories was some of the first Caleb had enjoyed in a long time. The Tarkan story was horrible and Adem had a brief moment of misgiving, thinking he’d be a replacement for that man. But he was nothing if not confident in himself, always had been, and wanted more than anything to help Caleb’s heart heal.

  He hadn’t really planned on doing anything physical with him this night, but when the tall American had eased up off the chair and pulled Adem with him, all thoughts of restraint flew out the window. The man was deeply wounded, but absolutely fucking gorgeous, and so fun and hot all at once, he took Adem’s breath away. When he pushed Caleb down, sucking his cock down his throat and swallowing his essence, he realized his life would never be the same again.

  Caleb’s lazy, post-orgasmic smile was endearing, Adem flopped down on the large bench alongside him, his hand still on his own cock. His ears buzzed with a need for release, but he could handle it himself. Wouldn’t ask anything of Caleb he didn’t want to give yet. He gripped the man’s strong thigh, unzipped his shorts, and ran his palm up and down on himself. Caleb’s lips on his startled him, and his eyes flew open. When the man drew back, there was something in his gaze Adem couldn’t read at first. But at that moment, he knew if he couldn’t get inside him, in that beautiful tight ass within the next few minutes, he would absolutely explode.

  He stood, held out a hand for Caleb to stand and join him. The blond man got to his feet and pulled him in for a mind-blowing kiss. His stubbled face scratched against Adem’s as Caleb reached down to give his shaft a quick stroke. Adem sighed. Remembering the man liked the top, he resigned himself to a blowjob for tonight. Caleb removed his lips and stared into his eyes, cupping his face on either side.

  “I need you,” he whispered. “I…I don’t know how this could possibly be, but I think I love you.” He leaned his forehead against Adem’s, holding tight to the back of his neck. Adem tensed. In his wildest dreams, he never expected this. His heart sped up. “Will you, please…?” He owned Adem’s mouth once more with a punishing kiss, using his tongue and lips to speak for him.

  Adem wrapped himself around his beautiful American, pressing his leaking cock against Caleb’s that was springing back to life and letting his shorts fall to the deck. Caleb grasped his ass, his grip firm and almost painful, making Adem groan. He thrust his hips, needing to put his cock somewhere, desperate with it, but more desperate to keep Caleb in his life.

  “I need…um…can we?” He stepped away and took Caleb’s hand, leading him down to the large bedroom. The bedside table was fully equipped with condoms, lubricant of all bases and flavors. Adem lay back, expecting Caleb’s lips on his now aching flesh. The naked blond god strode to the table and grabbed a tube and a packet. Adem’s body flushed, and his cock stiffened even more as Caleb stood over him, between his legs. Caleb’s shaft was at attention again, and Adem bit his lip at the sight of his length, memories rushing in as reality smacked him hard. This was his man now. His moment. He realized he’d do anything to freeze time, never let Caleb go.

  To his surprise, the American eased the thin latex slowly over Adem’s shaft, so slowly it nearly blew the top of Adem’s head off. Caleb smiled, brushed Adem’s lips with his, then used a generous portion of the slick liquid on Adem’s throbbing flesh before he flopped down beside him and captured his mouth again.

  After a dizzying, tongue-tangling kiss, he leaned back and whispered, “You want to fuck me, Adem?” His eyes were bright. “Because I really want you to.” He nibbled Adem’s nipple, and it pebbled in response, drawing a groan from his throat. Surprised, Adem brought Caleb’s face up to his, questions in his eyes. Caleb nodded, and the sight of his full, swollen lips was the end of Adem. He stood, his sheathed cock so hard it pressed up against his belly. Caleb joined him and turned around, gripping the back of the couch at the end of the bed. Adem ran both hands across his lover’s broad shoulders, down his muscled arms, around his chiseled torso, over his abs and gripped his long, glorious cock. Caleb groaned and tilted his hips forward.

  “I’m, um, not used to….” he started to say, but Adem interrupted him.

  “We don’t have to, I mean, you can.” Adem pressed his shaft between Caleb’s ass cheeks and sighed when Caleb pressed back against him.

  “No, I want it, I want you. Go slow,” he murmured, as Adem used lubed fingers to stretch his tight hole, arching his back to allow more access.

  Adem sucked in a breath. “So tight, oh God it’s…relax baby, it will be fine.” He eased in a second finger, holding back when Caleb flinched and tensed. But he kept stroking him with his other hand, using Caleb’s already leaking fluid to smooth over his elegant head and the man relaxed, let Adem slip a third finger into his ass, let him spread his passage, prepare for his cock.

  “Oh, dear God,” Caleb moaned and pushed back against Adem’s fingers which he now had buried inside his ass. “Yes, please.” His voice was barely a whisper. “Fuck me, Adem, Please. Give it to me.”

  He couldn’t wait another minute. He withdrew his fingers slowly, placing the tip of his latex-covered shaft against Caleb’s waiting and eager hole. He eased in, biting his lip at the glorious tightness, inch by amazing inch. Their combined breathing was ragged, little moans escaping both of them. Caleb tensed and Adem stopped. He put his hands on the man’s beautiful ass, gripping his hips.

  “I’m in all the way, honey. You okay?” His vision was starting to blur. He needed to come, bad. If this wasn’t going to work, he’d have to pull out and jack off. He grunted when Caleb spread his legs further and shoved his hips back. The edge of Caleb’s prostate touched his tip, and he moved against it, using his immediate need for friction to press in, pull out, and stroke against Caleb’s gland. He was blind and deaf with need, stars forming at the edge of his vision, and he gripped his strong hips and shoved. Caleb grunted, cried out, and Adem smelled the other man’s rich seed, spilling up onto his chest. Giving one last thrust in and out, he yelled out Caleb’s name and exploded inside the condom. His whole body shook, his hips jerked, primal noises escaping his lips.

  He fell down over Caleb’s strong back, their sweat mixing with the smell of spent passion. Caleb flinched as Adem eased out of him and ran both hands down the man’s back before they collapsed together onto the bed. Caleb rolled over, one arm covering his eyes.

  Worried, Adem propped up next to him and pulled the other man’s muscled arm down. Caleb’s smile was huge. His eyes bright and dry.

  “Fuck! That was amazing.” He held Adem in his arms and covered his face with kisses.

  Adem grinned and snuggled into his arms, sleep stealing over him. He threw one arm over Caleb’s broad chest and sighed.

  “I’m not him, you know,” he said, tracing his fingertip over Caleb’s incredible six-pack. He had to say right then, or he’d never be able to. If it was to be a one-night stand, he was going to be perfectly honest about how he felt. “Nor do I plan to be some sort of interchangeable Turkish replacement.”

  Caleb stroked his hair. “Oh, that is the truth.” He chuckled, making Adem panic a little. “He would burn boiled water.” He turned on his side to face Adem. They lay, propped on elbows, facing each other. Adem closed his eyes as Caleb ran a hand down his face. “He spent most
of our trip sea-sick, if you remember.” Adem smiled. “He would never have done what you just did to me.” Caleb let his hand trail down Adem’s body and run under his balls, making them contract. “And,” Adem’s heart thudded when he saw Caleb swallow hard against the emotion in his heart, “He is…gone.” Caleb took a deep breath and stared deep into Adem’s soul.

  Adem leaned in and kissed Caleb’s full lips, his heart singing. “I’m here,” he murmured around his lover’s mouth. “Always.”

  Epilogue

  Caleb squinted as he exited the baggage claim area, looking for the company sedan in the sea of cars and Elle’s face, hoping she had made good on her promise to meet him at the airport. He finally spotted the driver and waved. The man’s face was somber, and Caleb’s heart stuttered in his chest. Goddamn if every time he came back from that country there wasn’t some disaster. He raced over and yelled above the noise of bus exhaust, horns, and happy reunions.

  “What’s wrong? Where’s Elle?”

  The driver grabbed his bag and threw it into the trunk. “Hospital. Emre told me to bring you straight there.”

  Caleb swallowed hard. What fresh hell was this? “Why? She’s not due for another month.”

  “There is a problem.” The man’s face was grim.

  Caleb grabbed his arm. “What the fuck is the problem? Be specific.” He felt his jaw clench.

  “I can’t. Emre wanted to explain it himself. Call him. I’ll get you there.”

  “Wait.” He turned to grab a second suitcase. “I have…um…a friend. He had to stop at the bathroom.”

  The sight of Adem’s exotic face and bright green eyes in the crowd made Caleb’s chest loosen. He sighed and put an arm around him, pressing a kiss to his temple. Adem smiled and reached out to shake the driver’s hand.

  “Hello, I’m Adem Broussard. I’m visiting….” He stopped and glanced up at Caleb.

  “For a while,” Caleb insisted. “Now you get sucked straight into the drama, dear. We have to go the hospital.”

  Adem yanked the door open and jumped in the car. “What are we waiting for then?”

  Caleb shrugged at the driver and clamored in, letting his lover wrap him in a tight embrace as they raced toward his friend. Adem pressed a kiss to his lips.

  “Seni seviyorum,” he whispered. “Je t’taime, mon cheri.”

  Caleb nodded, held the phone to his ear, trying not to think about what lay ahead, but grateful to all the gods that he’d had his 1Night Stand Blue Cruise. “Thank you.” He kissed him once more before settling back for the ride to the hospital. “I...I love you, too.” he said simply, cradling Adem’s face in one hand.

  ~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~

  Microbrewery owner, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great middle west, in a Major College Town. Years of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse plus making her way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry) has prepped her for life as erotic romance author. When she isn't sweating beer inventory, sales figures or promotional efforts for her latest publication, doing pounds of laundry for her sweaty athletic children, watching La Liga on the Fox Soccer Channel, or trying to figure out what to order in for dinner, she can be found walking her standard poodles or doing Bikram Yoga. Liz loves her Foo Fighters Pandora station, and watching reruns of Deadwood, when there isn't any decent European football on the telly. If you want a beer education follow her: www.a2beerwench.com. For writing related stuff, including her backlist, go to: www.brewingpassion.com.

  ~Other 1Night Stand Stories by Author Liz Crowe~

  Turkish Delights

  The fifteen year age difference between Elle Kensington, expatriate American executive and Emre Demir, son of Istanbul's most successful businessmen, has not kept them from becoming fast friends as they tour Istanbul together. But the time has come for him to return to the U.S. to finish his master's degree and she has just been named CEO of the pharmaceutical company that brought her to Turkey in the first place. Elle adores her adopted country, and is alarmed to find herself falling in love with the young man who's been her impromptu guide for the last few months.

  But she knows they can never be. She will return home to California within a month, leaving behind all she loves about the ancient city. In a rare fit of spontaneity, Elle has contracted with Madame Eve's 1Night Stand dating service, hoping to find a way to forget the dark, handsome young man who has captured her heart. Little does she know what awaits her in the ancient recesses of the Ottoman palace turned luxury hotel under the hands of her one-night stand masseur.

  Tulip Princess

  Lale Deniz, young, drifting and prone to wildness her Turkish family doesn't understand, is seeking something to help reestablish control over her life. Her beloved brother, Tarkan, has tragically exited her world. His twin lives far away in America with his growing family. When Elle, Emre's wife, has a scary brush with death, Lale is dispatched to California to help with their five-year old daughter. But a recovering Elle has plans for Lale that include a magical 1Night Stand.

  Andreas Michos, Greek former NFL star, now athletic director at UNLV, also floats through life seeking fulfillment. His ex-wife and sexual sub left him when he took away the limelight of football stardom. He doubts his own abilities anymore and has given up finding an outlet for his natural Dom.

  Set against a backdrop of ancient cultural clashes and Mediterranean family dynamics, Lale and Andreas do meet in Las Vegas at the famous Castillo Hotel for a date. But it appears destined to fail. Unless they are both willing to relinquish control and discover what can be found inside the soul of another.