“Stop worrying, I’m good at what I do.”
Rich glanced at Chris and found the man leering, and Rich quickly found himself with a problem he couldn’t quite hide Chris grinned as he noted Rich’s erection.
“Nice. You know I want to suck you off, right?” Chris winked and got out of the cab while Rich bent over as his dick hardened even more. Christ, when had he ever ached for a man?
“Shit. Asshole.” Rich unsnapped his seatbelt and got out, glaring at Chris’ smug look. That had to go before Rich creamed his jeans. He crossed his arms over his chest and raised his chin. “What makes you think I’ll let you?”
Something flashed in Chris’ eyes as he stepped up to Rich. “Get back in the cab. We can eat what I have in the fridge. Or I can do you right here in the parking lot, put on a show for all the truckers in the restaurant. Not a lot of tolerant people, truckers, but I’m willing to risk it.” He cupped Rich’s erection, pressing the heel of his hand against the tip and rubbing until Rich whimpered.
“I won’t get naked,” Rich warned, unwilling to humiliate himself any more than he already had.
“You will eventually, when you trust me.” Chris squeezed Rich’s length while Rich struggled to make sense of what he’d just said.
“Eventually?” He had to ask. The drive to McKinton wouldn’t last much longer.
Chris nodded and removed his hand from Rich’s groin. “Unless you have any objections, I don’t see why I can’t stop in McKinton. I might even stay a few days. Don’t have another load to haul for a week or so.”
Rich, who’d always believed once with a guy was enough because twice was a relationship, decided Chris had a great idea. One guy, only one to worry about baring his body to. Rich could do that, though he didn’t want to seem too eager. He lowered his lids and looked up at Chris through his lashes.
“Guess it depends on how good of a job you do.”
Chris’ bark of laughter warmed Rich inside as he pulled himself back into the cab. His words scorched Rich and made his pulse race so hard he was dizzy.
“I promise you, I’m excellent at what I do, especially this kind of job.”
“Fuck,” Rich muttered as he darted into the sleeper section. He stopped short when he didn’t see a bed. In fact, the sleeper section looked like a small, very nice and homey, living room. A built-in refrigerator took up part of one wall, there was a couch that resembled benches in a diner, and a microwave on a counter opposite the refrigerator. He looked down and tried to decide if the floor was really wood or the fake stuff that was so popular nowadays.
“Pretty sweet, isn’t it?” Chris said from behind him.
Rich bit his cheek to keep from yelping. He hadn’t even heard the door to the cab close, he’d been so intent on finding the bed. Chris looped an arm around Rich’s waist and pulled him back until he was pressed against Chris’ broad chest. “All the comforts of home.” He ground his groin against the small of Rich’s back, sending a wave of lust through Rich. To feel that thick bulge splitting him open…
“No bed,” Rich got out, grateful his voice didn’t crack.
“Sure there is,” Chris told him, nudging him further into the living area. “But we don’t need one for this.” He spun Rich around and pushed him lightly. Rich hadn’t realized his legs had apparently turned to jelly. He plopped down on the couch, grunting with the impact.
Chris unbuckled his belt then opened his fly. He shoved his jeans and briefs down to the top of his thighs then fisted his big cock. Rich shivered as he watched Chris stroke the heavily veined shaft, then the glint of metal drew Rich’s gaze.
“Holy shit, that had to hurt!” He would have crossed his legs in sympathy if he could have done so without damaging himself.
“This?” Chris fingered the hoop spearing his glans. “A little, but you wouldn’t believe how much more sensitive it makes me.” Chris shuddered as he tugged on the piercing. “And I’ve been told it feels amazing to be fucked with.”
Rich’s ass clenched, though he wasn’t sure whether it was from fear or the desire to feel that thick pierced dick inside him.
“Give me your hand.” Chris held out his hand and stepped between Rich’s spread legs, giving him a much closer view of the tempting cock.
Rich placed his hand in Chris’, eager to touch. Chris huffed as he put Rich’s hand on his dick. “Pull it, just—ahh fuck!”
Rich plucked at the hoop, riveted by the way Chris’ hips jerked, causing his large, furry balls to swing. Rich cupped the sac with his other hand, rolling the orbs in his palm while he tugged at the piercing again. Pre-cum oozed from the wide slit and Rich’s mouth watered. He scooted to the edge of the couch and started to lower his mouth to lap at the glistening moisture, only to have Chris stop him.
“Don’t, honey, I’ll blow before you get any closer.”
The desperation in Chris’ voice was a temptation in itself. Rich leaned forward and lapped at the leaking slit. Chris yelped and crammed his hand over the tip of his cock. Now it was Rich’s turn to grin smugly as he licked the seams between Chris’ fingers. One taste had not been enough and, truth be told, he could come just from sucking the man off. That would save him from having to expose his scarred dick.
“No,” Chris rasped, prying Rich’s hands from their treasures. “Sit back and pull it out.”
Rich was so close to coming it hurt to move, but he did so with trepidation. He fumbled with his fly, unable to look at Chris and his flawless package. The piercing only emphasized the beauty of that fat cock. Rich’s erection started to wilt as his stomach burned with anxiety.
“I’m not like you,” Rich mumbled, watching his fingers twitch over the first button on his jeans.
Chris dropped to his knees and put his hand over Rich’s. “I don’t care if you’re pierced or not. I want you.”
Pierced? Yeah I was pierced all right, and there wasn’t a goddamned enjoyable thing about it. I was terrified and wanted to die, and was terrified to die.
“Rich?” Chris cupped his chin, lifting Rich’s face until he couldn’t avoid looking at the man. More of that compassion Rich had seen earlier, and it made him hate what he’d become. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I really do want to suck you off, feel you thrust into my throat, come in my mouth, want to see your face when you climax, hear the sounds you make, see if your body trembles or your muscles clench tight. I know you don’t have anything to be ashamed of in this department—” Chris stopped talking so suddenly, his eyes widening as the tips of his ears darkened. “He… Rich, did he…”
“Everywhere,” Rich whispered, feeling the shame of each cut burning into him. “I told you I’m gro—”
“No!” Chris snapped, anger making the word sharper than a blade. It cut Rich’s protests right off. “You do not talk like that about yourself!” Chris batted his hand away then jerked the fastenings open before Rich could protest. “You do not let that fucking bastard hurt you any more, you hear me?” Chris was almost shouting, but his touch was gentle as he pushed at the waistband of Rich’s boxers.
“Hard not to.”
“Lift up.”
Rich hesitated until Chris growled and shoved his hands under Rich’s ass. He hooked his hands into the back of Rich’s underwear just as Rich lifted his hips. Rich closed his eyes when his dick sprung free. He didn’t want to see Chris’ expression once he saw the scars.
The soft press of lips above his pubic hair had Rich snapping his eyes open. Something too close to a sob burst from his chest as Chris’ soft lips traced a long scar there. His eyes were closed, not that Rich could blame him. Chris glanced up at him then and Rich gasped as if he’d been punched in the gut. Nothing but need burned in those whiskey-colored eyes.
“I told you, you’re beautiful,” Chris whispered with a sincerity that Rich had a hard time dismissing. “This here—” Chris traced another scar with the tip of his tongue. “And here—” He lapped at a jagged scar high up on the inside of Rich’s thigh. �
�And here—” Chris cupped his semi-soft dick before sucking the glans into his mouth. Rich arched his back so hard he felt like a bow being strung with an arrow. His cock hardened fully when Chris stabbed the ball of his tongue piercing into Rich’s slit.
Chris responded with perfect suction. A quick jerk and Rich found himself sitting with his pants around his ankles. Chris drew his shaft in further while pulling at Rich’s shoes. Rich’s fears that his scars were going to disgust Chris were rapidly evaporating with each swirl of tongue. The tip of Rich’s cock bumped the back of Chris’ throat at the same time Chris got Rich’s jeans and boxers off. Chris’ hum of approval caused Rich to pant and squirm as he tried to keep from thrusting.
Chris ran his hands up the insides of Rich’s legs, pausing occasionally to rub a particularly thick bunch of scar tissue. Instead of cringing, Rich relaxed into each touch. He hadn’t thought anyone would do this to him, for him, not without a lot of money changing hands first and he wasn’t ever going to be that desperate. When Chris cupped his balls tenderly in one hand while sliding a finger into Rich’s cleft, teasing softly over his hole, Rich was barely able to hold back. Chris pressed harder against Rich’s opening and dragged his tongue up Rich’s dick.
“Want you to fuck my mouth, honey. Do it.” He latched back onto Rich’s crown and sucked harder than before, rubbing the ball of his piercing down Rich’s length. Rich thought he was going to lose his mind and his head would surely blow right off his neck.
“Chris, I don’t—” Rich gasped as Chris slammed down on his cock, burying the tip in his throat. “Ahh! Fuck!” Chris swallowed, his muscles constricting around Rich’s cockhead in a mind-melting manner. He shouted as he gripped Chris’ shoulders and shoved his hips up, forcing his dick in just that much deeper. He felt Chris’ rumble of approval all the way up his shaft and into his tightly drawn-up balls. Rich clutched at Chris’ shirt, his shoulders, his ears then settled for the man’s bulging biceps as he started fucking his dick into Chris’ throat.
The slight burn of a finger entering his ass sent Rich screaming and catapulting into a climax so intense he was surprised he wasn’t literally turned inside out. Cum spewed from his slit in thick bursts that caused his gut to clench and his breath to stutter. His eyes closed and rolled back as he shoved into Chris’ willing mouth over and over. God, he was going to drown the man with cum, he was shooting so much. The last bit was more of a trickle than anything else, but it seemed to sap every drop of Rich’s energy with it. He twitched from head to toe when Chris released his softened cock with a loud slurp.
“More beautiful than I imagined,” Chris said in a raspy voice. “Just, let me—”
Rich grunted. The man could do whatever he wanted to after that, including— Rich pried his eyes open as his shirt was shoved up. He didn’t have the strength to protest Chris seeing more of his scars, and he couldn’t have spoken if his life depended on it, not with the vision in front of him—Chris kneeling, one hand working his dick furiously in strokes that looked painful. Rough, fast, and mostly dry, the sound of skin on skin made Rich wish he was hard again. He also wished he was able to sit up and take over for Chris, but he was utterly drained. Instead he reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged it from Chris’ hand, pulling it up until it rested under his arm pits.
“Yes, honey, show me how beautiful you are.” Chris cupped his own balls, his hand flying faster on his dick. He threw his head back and roared then quickly dropped his head forward to watch his cum splatter on Rich’s stomach, groin and thighs. “Fuck, yes! Rich!”
Rich slid one hand up to pinch at his nipple and the other down to spread Chris’ cum around. The smell of sex—he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it, but the scent was an aphrodisiac of epic proportions. One of the biggest turn-ons ever, but nowhere near as erotic as Chris panting and leaning over him to lick the spunk from his skin.
Chapter Six
It didn’t surprise Chris one bit when, at about ten miles from McKinton, he saw a sheriff’s cruiser pulled over at the side of the road. Surprised him even less when the guy pulled a U-turn and followed him into town. Chris did grudgingly give him credit for two things—not blaring the lights and sirens, and not being a dickhead and driving too close to Chris’ tail. Other than that, though, he pretty much wanted to kick the guy’s ass.
Not that Laine—if it was Laine behind him, and he couldn’t figure why it’d be anyone else—had been rude on the phone. He’d been brisk, and sounded like he didn’t take crap from anyone, but he hadn’t been there for Rich, had he? After Rich had almost died helping him out. Rich, who seemed to think he’d lost everything, and who was afraid of seeing this man, who owed Rich everything. Chris realized he was growling and pressed his lips together to keep in any more Neanderthal sounds. Next he’d be thumping his chest and yelling, Mine! Ugh!
Chris cast a quick glance at Rich, sleeping in the passenger seat. Chris had offered him the bed, which was the couch when tucked away, but Rich had protested that he wasn’t tired. Chris had seen a flicker of fear in the man’s dark eyes and had let the subject drop, carrying on with lewd jokes as if he hadn’t noticed. Rich had been alone for a year, and he was scared to be alone, what kind of new hell was that?
Not new for Rich. Chris glimpsed dark lashes and soft parted lips that he’d still yet to have a taste of and knew there was something about this man that drew him like none had before. And while he wouldn’t dare to scoff at his mother’s predictions, because really they were entirely too accurate most of the time, he didn’t believe in love at first sight. Infatuation, sure, the promise of love, definitely, but he truly believed it took time and knowledge of one another for love to develop. He ignored the niggling voice in his head that sounded a lot like his mom telling him he knew a hell of a lot about Rich Montoya. Like his mom would ever say hell.
Chris caught sight of a motel in McKinton, and a nice homey Main Street—a requisite for a small towns in Texas, as far as he could tell. McKinton wasn’t huge by any means, but it wouldn’t have hurt them to have a hotel. Chris would have liked to get a really nice room and attempt to seduce Rich in it. A motel just wasn’t good enough for Rich.
It didn’t matter, though. Rich had made arrangements already. Chris just had to get him there.
‘There’ was a residence almost twenty minutes outside of McKinton, but probably no more than ten miles as the crow flies. Chris pulled into the unpaved driveway of a cute house that looked kind of like a cottage. He hadn’t seen a lot of cottages that he knew of, but he imagined they looked like this, square and white with big windows and lots of plants in the yard. Not fancy, but comfortable. Would Rich like a cottage?
Movement in his peripheral vision had Chris turning his head to find a big, although not as big as him, and broad—again, he was the winner there—older man standing beside his door. The dude could win in the age category, no skin off Chris’ nose. The Stetson the guy had on gave him a dangerous look, but… Chris squinted at the man he was sure had to be Laine. His lips quirked up on one side as he checked the guy’s aura. Not a total asshole, so why then had he let Rich end up alone and hurting?
A small dark-haired man with golden brown skin darted from the house to the older man’s side. Chris looked over at Rich, finding him still soundly asleep. He probably wouldn’t have a better opportunity than this. Chris turned the radio up a little more then quietly let himself out of the cab. And damn if it didn’t make him feel kind of good to see the older man’s eyes widen in surprise. Hopefully it wasn’t all due to the chin piercing, but just in case… Chris flicked the ball of his tongue piercing against the front of his teeth and arched an eyebrow as he kept his muscles loose.
“Oh my God, Laine, that’s so sexy! I want one!”
Chris couldn’t help but grin at the cute little dude with the pale green eyes. Severo, Rich had said during one of their first conversations. Well, it wasn’t like they’d had many, really, all things considered. Chris watched the hard look melt from ha
d-to-be-Laine’s face as he glanced at his lover.
“You can’t have him.”
Ah. An asshole with a sense of humor. Who knew? Chris was tempted to be contrary and say yes, little dude could have him, except that’d be stirring up a pot full of shit which was just stupid. Some things should never be in a pot, much less stirred.
The cute guy rolled his eyes and muttered, “Guess you’ll never know how good that could feel on your dick then.”
Chris couldn’t have kept quiet if his life depended on it. “Good doesn’t begin to describe it, especially if you know how to work it over the head and under the rim.”
“I like you,” the man announced, stepping forward to offer his hand. “Severo Robledo. Maybe you can talk Laine into agreeing on the piercing.”
“Christian Neeland.” Chris shook then hitched his thumb at Laine. “Just tell him it’s him or you that’s gonna get pierced. Your tongue or his dick. Hurts about the same, but I doubt he’d go for a piercing.” He kept his voice light, his tone teasing, even though he was itching to have a private talk with the sheriff. The man must have picked up on it because his expression hardened and he patted his partner once on the ass before asking him to please give him a few minutes with Christian. Severo rolled his eyes and told his lover not to make him sic Brendon on him, and Chris was pretty much lost on that one.
“Brendon’s one of our friends, and he always calls Laine on being a dumbass.” Severo pointed at Laine. “Like he’d do it now, when you’re being rude and not bothering to introduce yourself because you’d rather do some chest thumping. Just don’t whip out the dicks unless I’m out here. Pretty sure what Chris was saying is he’s got a PA and I’ve never seen one live and in person before.” With that spiel, Severo grinned and turned, jogging back to their house without looking back.
Chris only watched for a second. The guy had a cute ass, but he wasn’t Rich and therefore not interesting in a sexual manner. Laine watched with a lusty look until Severo was inside the house. Then he turned and gave Chris the same hard look he had at first. Chris grinned, he couldn’t help it, and the bigger he grinned, the narrower the sheriff’s icy gray eyes got. Who would win—him when he smiled so wide his face split, or the sheriff who’d have to find a way to glare at him through his eyelids pretty damn quick?
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