I'll Be Your Last

by Jane Leopold Quinn

  Mack wanted to take him in his arms. “What does it mean if we both feel safe?” he murmured.

  “Isn’t it a good thing?” Woody drew his hand around Mack’s nape, cupping it possessively, his gaze softening. “I’ve never felt this safe with anyone else. I won’t lie and say I haven’t loved other men, but you’ve been a challenge from day one. You never answered me.

  Why didn’t you call or visit me in the hospital?” Mack closed his eyes for a moment and arched his neck into Woody’s hand. “I was falling apart, man. I had to stay away for fear I’d break down completely. I did look into your room, though, and you were sleeping, I guess. I watched for your chest to rise and fall so I’d know you were breathing. Then I knew all was right with the world.”

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  Woody brushed his thumb along Mack’s jaw. “Do you love me?” The word was tentative. Mack’s expression was still troubled. “Don’t answer that now. Show me how you feel.” He knew Mack had said a lot more than he’d probably intended, had made himself more vulnerable than with anyone else. Baby steps. He smiled inwardly.

  Maybe he’d have Mack singing love songs soon.

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  The first touch of Mack’s lips was soft, cautious, exploratory.

  Then he seemed to lose control, the kiss devouring, his tongue stroking, filling Woody’s mouth with thick, warm heat.

  Strong fingers climbed his torso, bunching the soft cotton of his T-shirt at his neck, followed by lips and tongue. Abruptly, Mack ripped the material down the middle, baring Woody’s chest, suctioning his nipples into a hot, wet, hungry mouth with a skilled seduction. He bit, and the shock wave lashed his groin.

  “Yes, that’s it,” Woody growled, and his cock rose thick and hard, his asshole pulsing in anticipation. “Suck ‘em.” But Mack kissed him, their lips melding, smoothing. Just this would have been enough. Woody let himself feel, take, enjoy the leisured kisses as if they had all the time in the world, then the sudden frenzied caresses and nips as if the world was going to end.

  Mack toyed with his nipple, rolling it with the dry tips of his fingers. It was the squeezing that got him. Woody responded, jamming his tongue into Mack’s mouth. Then the real fireworks began.

  Four hands suddenly worked to unbutton, unsnap, and remove two sets of clothing until, finally, both were bare naked. Woody locked his intent gaze on Mack’s heaving chest, knew adrenaline flooded Mack just as hard as it did him. “You think you’re gonna pleasure me with that?” Woody smirked, their cocks jutting, straining toward each other.

  “Oh, yeah. Just for you. But I want you ready.”

  “I’m ready, believe me.”

  “Let me rephrase that. I need to get you ready.” Mack turned him.

  “Bend over the table.”

  Woody groaned at the decadence of that position, his back turned, ass in the air. Mack caressed him from neck to bottom, pressing massaging thumbs down his spine. Those big hands covering his cheeks squeezed tightly. Woody shifted reflexively, feeling Mack’s hard, hairy thighs pressed against the backs of his.

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  Mack swatted him on the backside. “Be still, or I’ll turn your butt blistering red.”

  Woody squirmed again and ground out, “Threat or promise?” Mack slapped him again. “Both.”

  His cheeks were massaged more roughly until Woody felt them part, felt cool air on his pucker. “Yeah,” he mumbled again and again, with constant moans slipping from his throat. He didn’t need to give Mack any guidance. He knew what he was doing, and Woody loved every bit of it.

  “God, your hole is so pretty. I love to see it tighten when I blow on it.”

  He groaned aloud when a gentle fingertip traced a trail around the elastic edge of his anus with little teasing forays inside his body.

  Mack spread Woody’s thighs apart as far as they could go and knelt between them.

  “Oh, wow, this is the ultimate in sightseeing. You are wide open, and, baby, mm-mm, your balls are hangin’ pretty.” Mack gently squeezed them, one at a time.

  “Yeah, yeah.” Woody whimpered. He felt the warmth of his cock leaking. Rolling his face into the hard surface of the table, he ignored the twinge in his shoulder.

  “Good, huh?” Mack pushed the tip of his finger just inside the tight ring into his rectum and wiggled it. Mack laughed, an evil sound, and pulled him up, turning him around. “I need your cock in my mouth.” Grasping his erection, Mack led him into the bedroom and laid him on the bed.

  Woody didn’t know what the hell was going to happen next. Then Mack’s mouth was around his cock with a hot, moist, and very active tongue. He topped that by thrusting two thankfully, somehow-quickly-lubed fingers into his ass. Woody’s grip on Mack’s head anchored it to his cock, and he fucked his mouth.

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  Mack’s tongue teased the slit, rushing him over the edge into a climax. “I’m coming, damn it. I’m coming. Now!” He pumped his load into Mack’s throat. “Yes!”

  Mack slipped off his cock, very slowly licking and sucking him dry. “Is that all you can think of to say?”

  “Uh-huh.” Woody felt the fingers coming out and placed his hand over Mack’s. “Stay.”

  “Okay, sweetheart.”

  “Unh, yeah.” Woody arched, closing his eyes, letting the pleasure roll through his body as Mack continued gently thrusting his fingers in and out of his ass. He didn’t want the sublime ecstasy to end. This man knew how to make love to him. How could someone so skilled keep lovers— if you could call his one-fuck stands lovers—so apart from his life? He wanted Mack to know how glorious a committed relationship could be. Doesn’t Mack realize how much heart he really has? A rescue dog? Doesn’t he realize how much love that takes?

  Woody’s cock had finally softened after that world-class blow job. Now, from the intoxicating finger fucking, it stiffened again, his nuts sheltered inside his groin. God, he longed to plunge his cock into the tightness of Mack’s virtually virgin ass. Groaning, he opened his eyes. Mack’s cheek lay on his belly. All he could see was the top of his head. He slid his fingers through that thick mop of hair. “Your turn.”

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  “What?” My turn? Prickles crawled over Mack’s skin. He had a horrifying feeling about what Woody had in mind. The question was could he do it?

  “Just for once, let me take over. Relax, honey. Let me make love to you the way you need it, the way you deserve it.”

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  hair, and flicked at his nipples. Other men had never touched him like this. He’d never allowed it. Woody tongued a flat disk, obviously enjoying himself if his quiet hum was any indication. Oh, yeah.

  Mack’s eyes couldn’t help but close in arousal at the ache spearing across his chest. His nipples had gone from flat to tightly puckered with the feel of Woody’s tongue wetly suckling, circling, and nipping them. He opened his eyes to the sight of Woody’s lips pursed around the tiny nub. There should be power in that, but instead, he was dizzy and weak with need for more sensation. His cock hardened and ached with need. “Yes,” he begged softly. “Suck

  ‘em.” He gripped the sheets to withstand the pulse-pounding assault when Woody switched to the other nipple.

  Then he bit.

  Mack’s body jolted as the sharp, lovely pain rippled through him, straight to his groin. He moaned, wrapping his hands around Woody’s neck when his warm breath blanketed his chest.

  With a final, wet swirl and tug on his nipples, Woody pressed his body against Mack’s, skin to skin. Warm skin, tight nipples. Mack loved the smooth, muscular chest, the hard pectorals, so cut the veins were visible just under the skin.

  Mack’s vision was full of the hot, dazed expression on Woody’s face. He needed control back. “Come he
re.”

  “Nuhn-unh. I’m still in charge, baby.” Then Woody kissed him, the softest, sweetest kiss he’d ever imagined. The sweetest he’d ever had. He never wanted it to end. He just closed his eyes and let himself feel the smooth texture, the wet, open-mouthed kisses, just the merest tease with the tip of his tongue.

  Mack tried to thrust his tongue into Woody’s mouth, but he resisted, frustrating him at every turn. The lightness, the delicate massaging was quite possibly the most erotic feeling he’d ever experienced. It was just perfect. We could love on each other like this any time we wanted. All he had to do was accept it. Let it happen. Yeah, all he had 132

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  to do was get past his fear of being this intimate with one man and prove to Woody he was ready for this.

  Woody crawled over him, pressing him down with his full weight.

  Yes. This was what he’d missed after all those years of minimal intimate contact, the incredible intoxication of lying beneath a man.

  Woody wriggled.

  Mack smiled into his dark eyes, smiled at the feel of their engorged cocks jabbing into each other’s bellies. He gladly accepted more kisses, wrapping his hand around Woody’s nape to keep him still, concentrating on the soft soothing lips, groaning a “no” as Woody pulled away. His breath caught when his wrists were suddenly captured and restrained beside his head.

  While the recruiter had fucked him mercilessly from behind, his arms had been brutally imprisoned and stretched out against the bathroom door, his chest and cock repeatedly slammed into the wood.

  He’d been horrified, terrified, and secretly, darkly aroused, but he’d sworn no one would ever hold him down again or make him that vulnerable.

  “It’s all right, baby,” Woody crooned as if sensing his fear. “Let me make love to you. I want you so much, want to turn you on and keep you on. For hours. For as long as it’ll take for you to trust me.

  Now, close your eyes and just let yourself feel.” Mack did as he was bid, letting Woody’s soft words soothe him, something he hadn’t expected. Woody’s kisses stayed light and gentle as they traced over lips growing ever more sensitive, driving Mack to reach for more.

  Woody climbed over him, straddling his hips, brushing his cock against Mack’s, then bent to suckle his nipples again.

  Mack lifted his arms.

  Shaking his head, Woody murmured, “No. I’m doing this my way.” He again pressed Mack’s wrists into the bed. “Leave them,” he ordered.

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  This was too difficult. He wasn’t meant to be on the receiving end. Panic kept hitting him, tightening his chest, but Woody’s sweet kisses and licks intoxicated him, loosening the dread. He really tried to let go. He’d never tried so hard to do anything in his life.

  “Close your eyes. Just enjoy.” Woody laid butterfly kisses over his eyelids, over every inch of his throat, nuzzling at his ears, suckling his earlobes.

  “My God.” On an anguished sigh, his head roiled, dizzy with the sensations of hot breath tickling his neck, of the wicked and skilled kisses just behind his ear.

  Woody’s chuckle vibrated on his skin. His nipples ached. He reflexively lifted his chest as a hint. Didn’t Woody understand what he wanted? Nipple sucking was something no one had ever done to him, and he hadn’t known how wonderful it felt until this very minute. With this very man.

  Teeth clenched, he groaned, “Suck my nipples.” There, that should do it. All he heard was Woody’s answering snicker. He tried to move his hands, but they were pushed down harder, reminding him to stay put. Mack’s legs twitched restlessly. Even the thought of being restrained should terrify him, but fear was impossible when so many other emotions and wonders raced through his body. And it wasn’t as if he couldn’t break free any time he wanted. If he wanted.

  Woody bent lower over his belly, laying kisses around his navel, skipping right past his nipples. “Jesus. Please.” He arched his back, strained at his wrists.

  “Did I miss something?”

  Mack bit his lower lip, erotic desires filling his cock, making it harder than hard. When Woody released his hands from captivity to move lower onto his thighs, Mack gripped the tousled dark hair to guide him back to his cock.

  Without stopping the kissing assault over thighs and knees, Woody warned, amusement in his voice, “No touching, or I’ll get my cuffs.”

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  Mack’s heart lurched. Good God, what was happening to him?

  Bondage had never been his thing. But he held his arms stiffly at his sides, fists clenched, palms itching to—to do something. Woody’s mouth and tongue traced paths along his skin, wet and warm. Mack’s cock quivered, ached as fluid leaked from the tip, and he was fearful he’d climax just from the wicked tongue lashing.

  Dazed and whimpering, Mack stared down his body at Woody caressing his calves and ankles. He’d never felt this paralyzed with another man. This was much more than simple sex.

  Suddenly, Woody leaned over him, caging him in, knees at hips, hands at shoulders. “You were a good boy,” he drawled, then added with a devilish glint in his eyes, “But I wouldn’t have minded cuffing you, either.”

  Their eyes met and held, so many emotions running through Mack, but Woody’s expression was pure feral aggression. Yes, yes.

  “Another time, perhaps?”

  Mack was so far out of his familiar element, and he didn’t know what the hell was going on.

  “Roll over, Mack.”

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  Mack’s pulse raced. He opened his mouth to refuse. This was not happening. He didn’t allow it.

  “Mack.” Woody nudged him in the belly with a hard cock. “Roll over.”

  Woody’s gaze filled him with more desire than he’d ever imagined in his life.

  “Trust me, baby.”

  Baby? He couldn’t move if a bomb went off in the bedroom.

  Could he allow himself to finally be fucked in the ass again?

  “Trust me.” Nudge, nudge.

  Okay, he could do this. It took him a few seconds to settle his throbbing erection into the softness of the bed. He kept his elbows bent, fingers splayed on the sheet in case he needed to push up to escape. Woody stretched over him, and all his panic dissipated.

  The hot skin of his chest rested heavily on his back, Woody’s belly on his buttocks, erect penis snuggled in at the apex of his thighs.

  Mack stiffened at what that portended. Then he forgot the fear at the trail of kisses Woody traced across his shoulders and so slowly down his spine. Lower, lower, until he reached the small of his back.

  “You have the most adorable dimples. Right here.” He dug his tongue into the indentations.

  Woody’s lips caressed one ass cheek, and Mack couldn’t hold back a moan. The lips smoothed, now followed by fingertips, down to the crease between cheek and thigh. Woody traced his tongue along the curve and skipped over to the other side. His finger slipped between Mack’s thighs and massaged his perineum.

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  Mack let out a sigh. “Harder,” he murmured.

  Woody obediently increased the pressure and continued kissing, now nipping up the other cheek.

  Until now, Mack had tried very hard to control his reactions, but these raw emotions couldn’t be kept hidden any longer. He tightened his fists, and his hips shimmied involuntarily at the kisses at the base of his spine.

  “Sh, baby. It’s all right. Let me love you.” Oh, God. Mack squeezed his eyes closed at that promise.

  “You’ve got the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen,” Woody purred, and continued licking.

  Mack’s shoulders tensed. Woody’s tongue slid down the center, invading, his fingers following along until they slipped between his thighs again to press his taint. “Jesus,” came out softly.

  “You like that.”

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p; Woody obviously knew he did. Mack could only moan his agreement as mouth, teeth, and tongue swept over his ass cheeks willy-nilly until he couldn’t begin to guess where they’d land next.

  Mack started to pant. His thighs opened for more sensual massage, his hips arched. Part of his brain knew where this was headed, but he couldn’t seem to put the pieces together coherently. And, most importantly, he couldn’t stop Woody. He didn’t want to.

  He didn’t want this.

  Yes, he wanted this possession.

  He’d never allowed it all these years.

  Nip. Then he felt lips sucking the wound.

  Woody’s fingers were getting closer to his hole. God, it was incredible. All he’d known was the rough invasion of his first time, then the guilty pleasure afterward. He’d never felt this sensuous, electrifying version. He’d never thought to let his other partners do this. Had never wanted to.

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  the tight rim of his anus, the pressure pushing the liquid inside. Oh, God, he couldn’t believe he was allowing…

  All rational thought ended, and his body took over. One finger inside devastated him. How was he going to handle a cock? Woody’s cock. “More,” he begged, his voice tight and rusty.

  In and out, that finger tortured him, ratcheting him up, softening his hole. Slow, even strokes accompanied Woody’s warm breath and kisses.

  “What do you want, baby? What do you want me to do to you, sweetheart?”

  That voice, lips skimming across his skin, vibrating on his ass, seduced him.

  “Do you want more fingers?”

  All Mack could do was rustle his head on the sheet, hoping he indicated yes. Then he groaned loudly when another finger pushed into him, stretching him wider. “More, please.”