Carnal Compromise

by Robin L. Rotham

  Screeching in frustration, she pulled out of their hold. “Dammit, I told you exactly what I need, which is something most men would be extremely grateful for,” she added pointedly as she picked up her shirt and moved to put it on. “If you won’t give it to me, I’ll damn well go get it from Seth and Tim. I’m pretty sure if I tell them I need a good hard fuck, they’ll shove me against a wall and fuck me, no questions asked.”

  Joe tore the shirt out of her hands, then picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. “To hell with that. I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk if that’s what you want.”

  “Thank God,” she breathed against his low back, gripping the sides of his jeans.

  He dumped her on Brent’s unmade bed without ceremony and stripped. When Brent handed him a condom, she asked, “Do you have to? My tubes are tied.”

  Joe paused. “I think I’d better.”

  “We’re both clean,” Brent spoke up.

  AJ paused, too. How did he know they were both clean? Did they compare test results or something?

  Deciding it didn’t matter, she spread her legs shamelessly and reached for Joe. “So am I.”

  “No point in taking stupid chances.” Joe ripped the condom out of the wrapper and rolled it on efficiently, then climbed onto the bed. He paused, staring down at her.

  “AJ, AJ, I can’t believe we let you go to waste for so long,” he said.

  She heartily agreed with that sentiment. She’d bunked in with guys before, but it had never been like it was with Joe. The man had amazing presence. He’d obviously been around the block a thousand times, and his openness about desiring Brent spoke of a flexibility she’d only dreamed of in a man. His tolerance for Brent’s ongoing lack of cooperation appealed to her even more. Not many men could take repeated rejections with a smile—it spoke volumes about both his determination and his confidence.

  Breathless with anticipation, she stared at Joe’s large, wonderfully hard body as he knelt over her. Dark hair was liberally splashed over his muscled chest and belly, with a few grays beginning to make headway into the mat. His tan lines were almost an exact match for hers, and once again, awareness of her own imperfections edged into her enjoyment of the moment.

  Kicking herself, she demanded, “Are you going to fuck me or stare at me all night?”

  “You asked for it.” Laying his hot palms on the insides of her thighs, he spread her legs up and back. “I hope you’re ready, girl, ’cause here I come.”

  Aiming with nothing more than a swivel of his hips, he set his cock against her sensitive center and pushed.

  AJ barely heard his groan over her own whimpers of agonized delight. The thick intrusion tiptoed on the edge of pain and she gripped his wrists but didn’t try to urge him forward when he held himself still partway in to let her adjust.

  “Tell me when,” he said in a strained tone.

  “A little more,” she begged immediately.

  He met her eyes. “More time or more of me?”

  “You.”

  He immediately sank deeper and AJ let out a choked cry. “Yes! God yes, please!”

  But he stopped again. Letting her legs rest on his spread thighs, he pulled his wrists free of her clawing fingers to lean over her, propping himself on one hand and rubbing her clit with his thumb.

  “Dammit!” She swatted his hand away in annoyance. “If all I wanted was an orgasm, I’d get out my vibrator. Now fuck me, Joe! Fuck me like you need it, like you’re starving for it, like you want me more than your next breath.” She froze as a sickening thought occurred to her. “Unless you—”

  Joe fell on her, smothering her insecurity with an incredibly carnal kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let her thighs splay against the mattress as he surged forward. He tunneled deeper and deeper, and for one spectacular moment, she was fuller than she’d ever been in her life, pinned to the bed by a mountain of heated skin, granite muscle and aggressive tongue.

  Then he cupped his hands under her shoulders and fucked her like she’d never been fucked before.

  Every deep, hard thrust stunned her aching pussy, and she gasped, arching her head back in a paroxysm of primal fulfillment. This was what she needed more desperately than she could have imagined—to be conquered by a rampaging cock and subjugated by the punishing impact of pubic bone against pubic bone. To be captured, taken and used.

  To be devastated in every way by Joe Remke.

  She begged for more, panting and stretching and writhing, tearing at his solid back with her short nails, and his pounding grew even more fierce. When her body drew as tight as a crossbow and tears of longing and unbearable arousal slid from her eyes, AJ took a cleansing breath and forced herself to relax into Joe’s assault, giving herself over completely to the impending storm.

  What happened next gave a whole new meaning to the word orgasm. All the pent-up tension in her tummy seemed to implode in a chill before blasting outward in shockwaves of sensation that went on and on. With every gasping breath she took, muscles all over her body jerked and twitched with incredible pleasure, and dark red lightning flashed behind her eyelids.

  Joe’s invasion slowed to a sensuous caress of her body.

  “That’s right, come for me,” he groaned, laying his forehead on her shoulder as he slid back and forth. “Ah God, baby, that feels good.”

  The bone-jarring release took an eternity to work itself through her pulsing nerve endings, and Joe seemed to savor every minute of it almost as much as she did. He licked and sucked his way up her neck, tickling her with his moustache while he soothed her with languid, shallow thrusts until she lay practically in a coma beneath him.

  Then he stilled too, and even with her eyes closed, the weight of his stare was palpable.

  “Holy fuck, girl,” he said gruffly when she finally looked up at him. “That was unbelievable. Do you come like that all the time?”

  If she tried to talk she’d cry, so she just shook her head and pulled him down, putting everything she couldn’t say into a hug and a simple kiss on his beautiful lips.

  Not unexpectedly, he stiffened, though he didn’t try to pull out of her grasp until she released him.

  “Thank you, Joe,” she said. “That was exactly what I needed. Now take whatever you need.”

  Brent leaned so heavily against the doorjamb, its oak edges were imprinting themselves permanently into his spine and ass.

  Holy fuck was right, and not just because AJ’s orgasm looked more like a grand mal seizure—although that had been a sight to behold.

  But usually when he and Joe had a woman together, they got busy together at both ends or on both sides of her. Brent had never just stood back and watched Joe with a woman, and man, it was a revelation.

  There were no two ways about it—Joe Remke was a beautiful male animal the likes of which he’d probably never see again. Or at least not buck naked and in power-fuck mode. His back and shoulders rippled with muscle, and his legs looked like they were hewn from solid stone. Watching his ass bulge and hollow as he pumped into AJ had stirred more than simple lust in Brent—he’d actually been jealous that he wasn’t the one on the receiving end of that sexual onslaught.

  So much for any lingering doubts that he was bi.

  Then Joe had spread one knee out farther to intensify his pounding, and Brent’s mouth had dried out as he focused on what was between Joe’s legs. His heavy sac, not as hairy from this angle as from the front, had swung freely at first and then pulled up tighter and tighter, drawing Brent’s eyes upward over his perineum to the pucker now clearly visible between his ass cheeks.

  Never in his life had he been the least bit tempted to lick a man anywhere, especially below the belt, but at that moment, he’d never wanted anything more. He’d had to fight not to crawl onto that bed and bury his face between the tree trunks of Joe’s thighs, to lick and suck and bite, to learn the taste and smell and texture of everything his eyes had already memorized. Then he wanted to kneel in front of Joe and feel t
he relentless thrusting of that thick cock in his mouth, taste the musky tang of Joe’s come before it slid down his throat.

  He thought he’d already plumbed the depths of his nastiness, but apparently that well was bottomless.

  Suddenly Joe rolled off AJ’s limp body, propping himself on one elbow, and Brent’s eyes widened. Joe hadn’t come yet. Even through the glistening condom, his cock was dark red and bulging with veins, and the dark hair on his drawn-up sac was matted with the evidence of AJ’s excitement.

  The need to lick and suck grew almost painful.

  “You want a taste?”

  Appalled to be caught staring, he silently cursed the blush burning his ears as he reluctantly met Joe’s gaze. For just an instant, Brent saw an unexpected vulnerability there, almost pleading, but it was quickly replaced by triumphant lust and a challenge he’d be best off ignoring.

  But Jesus, it was hard. Joe edged his thighs apart to reveal every inch of his sex-soaked package and thrust his hips forward in an obscene invitation.

  Brent swallowed and let his head fall back against the jamb, staring at the ceiling as he tried to breathe through the clamor of temptation. He was not going to rise to that challenge. He was not going to start something Joe would finish with eviscerating finality.

  When the bedsprings squeaked and heavy feet landed on the floor, his fight-or-flight instincts kicked in. He jerked away from the doorjamb, ashamed of his panic but fully prepared to run for the sake of his sanity.

  Joe stopped mere inches in front of him.

  “Want a taste, Brent?” he repeated intently.

  Brent licked his dry lips but before he could answer, Joe reached up and smeared damp, fragrant fingers all over his mouth and nose.

  Brent clamped his lips shut as the sharp scent of aroused woman flooded his brain, shutting off blood flow to every area of his body except his cock. Jesus, had Joe touched himself or AJ? It smelled so damn dirty and good, he nearly came in his jeans. He gulped as Joe leaned much too close and inhaled the fragrance of AJ’s arousal on his lips. Their eyes locked and he felt all sorts of unmanly urges slithering just under the surface of his skin.

  Joe settled heavy hands on his shoulders and exerted downward pressure, and Brent wavered in an agony of indecision. It was now or never, do or die, shit or get off the pot. He had to either throw Joe off and walk, or give way and taste…

  Oh Christ, he just had to taste. He’d deal with the consequences later.

  Without breaking eye contact, Brent unlocked his knees and sank slowly to the carpet, making it clear every inch of the way that this was his decision to yield, his desire rather than Joe’s strength or Joe’s will that was taking them into these uncharted waters.

  When Joe shoved hard fingers through his hair and held him in place, Brent braced his hands on Joe’s thighs and stared at that raging hard-on as if he’d never seen one before. And he hadn’t—not this close and definitely not with the intention of taking it into his mouth. Then his gaze focused beyond that muscular hip to where AJ lay on her side, obviously captivated by the power play unfolding between them. The fact that she was watching ramped up his excitement to unbearable levels even as it made his face heat with a bewildering confusion of humiliation and pride.

  Joe’s grip tightened and tugged, but Brent resisted. Reaching up, he peeled away the condom and tossed it off to the side. Only then did he relax and let Joe pull him forward, but instead of opening his mouth, he buried his nose in Joe’s sac. Tears stung his eyes as he inhaled deeply, and he smacked himself around for a minute. God dammit, he could not fall in love with Joe. The man was about fucking, about feeling good physically and feeling nothing emotionally. Getting sentimental over anything about Joe Remke would just be begging for the kind of pain he’d always sworn to avoid.

  But he was committed to this now. He rubbed his whole face in the damp curls and satiny skin, soaking up the musky, savory bouquet of Joe and AJ, and steeling himself for what he was about to do.

  Then he drew back, trailing his jaw along Joe’s cock the whole way.

  The man grunted. “Shave next time, boy.”

  Brent bristled at being called boy but he couldn’t help smirking. They’d see who was on his knees next time.

  And then he opened his mouth.

  Although he fully expected Joe to insert his cock, it was still a shock when that hot, sticky flesh actually bumped past his lips and settled against his tongue. The lingering taste and scent of latex added an oddly impersonal twist to the moment and Brent groaned, holding still as he acclimated himself to holding something that big in his mouth.

  Having watched plenty of blowjobs from the other side over the years, he knew better than to watch from this end. Women’s eyes revealed a lot more than they realized when they looked up, and his probably would too, so he kept them focused on Joe’s corrugated abs and shadowy navel. But after a few minutes of learning the flavor and texture of the man’s dick, he couldn’t resist one quick glance up.

  Joe was looking back. “Suck,” he ordered immediately, and the sight of his face, flushed and heavy with lust, was emblazoned forever into Brent’s memory.

  He obeyed without thinking, sucking and licking at the fat, round head. After a few minutes of exploration, he wet his lips and curled them over his teeth, applying heavier suction as more thick cock pushed into his mouth.

  Still holding his head securely in place with both hands, Joe thrust slowly in and out, edging deeper with every pass, and while that wasn’t surprising, something like panic started to unravel once more in Brent’s gut. He managed to hold it off for a couple of minutes, but when Joe forged deep, clearly demanding access to his throat, he instinctively closed off the back of his mouth, panting through his nose. The urge to run while he still could became almost overpowering.

  Jesus Christ, he was on his knees, sucking a man’s cock. This man’s cock. He was letting Joe Remke fuck his mouth.

  Joe pushed harder and Brent blinked rapidly, his heart fluttering in his chest.

  “Take it, Brent,” Joe snapped.

  The restless order struck Brent like a bolt of lightning. Joe was worried that he wouldn’t obey.

  Which reinforced the fact that Joe didn’t have control of this situation—he did. Joe might be dominating the hell out of him at the moment, but he’d gotten on his knees to suck Joe’s cock of his own free will. He was submitting, by his own choice, to Joe’s domination. If he wanted to, he could push Joe away at any time and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Joe would back off. The only things holding him here were his own relentless hunger and a disturbing desire to please Joe.

  The panic finally receded and his pulse slowed marginally. Submission wasn’t a sensation he was used to, and it certainly wasn’t something he wanted to do full-time, but he knew from watching Joe with Hake that it was something he wanted to experience at least once. Could he let himself go the way Hake did and not totally lose himself in the process?

  There was only on way to find out. Taking a deep breath, he struggled to open his throat for more.

  “That’s right, sexy boy, you know what to do.”

  Brent’s moan was almost a whimper—it was downright humiliating how thrilled he was by that breathless murmur of approval. When the crown of Joe’s cock hit a sensitive spot, he gagged and backed off but didn’t give up. Trailing his tongue around the head, he pushed into the slit at the tip and was a bit unnerved by his own lack of inhibition as he tasted more salt and musk.

  Lightheaded with arousal, Brent sucked him deeper, and this time he fought past the gag reflex. Joe apparently took that as a signal to push him even further and battered the back of his throat with a series of short, sharp thrusts. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes when he gagged again, but Brent valiantly maintained suction, refusing to shy away.

  “Good, keep it open.”

  Bracing himself against the door jamb with one hand, Joe cupped the other behind Brent’s skull and began fucking his mouth
in longer strokes, sliding out farther and shoving in deeper. Helpless now, Brent hung almost limply in his hold, keeping his throat open and his lips tight over his teeth while saliva dripped down his chin, sucking for all he was worth. His own cock ached as if it had been struck, so swollen now it was probably imprinted with the teeth marks of his zipper. He’d never needed to come so badly in his life.

  Joe leaned forward, his thrusts growing shorter and more urgent, and Brent had to grip the back of his thighs to maintain balance. Then Joe froze and his cock pulsed.

  “Swallow,” he said tightly.

  Without hesitation, Brent swallowed around him and Joe grunted, jerking hard as he shot semen into the back of his throat.

  His cock had only softened marginally when he pulled out of Brent’s mouth. Picking up his clothes, he said, “That’s it for me. ’Night, kids.”

  Then he walked out the door and left Brent and AJ staring at each other in disbelief.

  Chapter Five

  Brent moved his jaw around as if he were trying to pop his ears, looking stunned and confused. “What the hell just happened?”

  “Joe Remke just happened,” AJ said grimly. She hopped off the bed and held out her hands, too worried about Brent to feel self-conscious. When he took them automatically and heaved himself to his feet, AJ shut the bedroom door and led him to the bed. She unbuckled his belt, then dropped to her knees and tugged off his boots. Brent seemed to snap out of his daze—he pulled her back up and nudged her to the bed before pulling off the rest of his clothes.

  Then he lay down beside her, drew her into his arms and pulled the covers up over them. His cock was rigid against her belly but he made no move to do anything about it.

  “I don’t know whether to laugh or get pissed off,” he said.

  “You laugh. I’ll be pissed off. Kids,” AJ snorted. “Who the hell does he think he is, Methuselah?”

  “He is old enough to be your daddy.”

  “Only if he was a very precocious thirteen.”

  Brent raised a brow. “You doubt it?”