by Avery Flynn
I let him lead me into the crowd and for the next couple of hours, I did exactly what he said. I felt. Everything. I felt like me. The real me.
The crowd moved together as one, bodies gyrating as song after song spun out through the invisible speakers. Men moved in and out of our circle. Some grabbed my interest: athletic men with hair on their chests, tattoos and a promising bulge. Other men, attractive younger guys with hairless bodies and guyliner, pressed against me in harmless flirtation. They were pretty but too fragile to get my blood going but they were fun.
But always within arm’s length or in my line of sight was Etienne. He had a dancer’s body and moved like pure sex, his movements like sultry strokes to my cock. I was more like that guy in “Footloose” – not Kevin Bacon, the other guy – I gave it my best but it was more like Frankenstein’s monster than Solid Gold Dancer.
Etienne slid up to me, our sweat-slick chests sliding against each other as he wrapped an arm around my waist. He ground his groin against mine and I groaned, dropping my forehead to rest on the sweet spot where his shoulder met his neck. He smelled of clean, male sweat and his favorite aftershave. I bit down lightly, smiling when his body jumped, grinding even closer against me.
I watched Ryker dance with a slender blonde a few feet away. The man was beautiful, tall but slim, platinum hair messed like he’d just rolled out of bed, his makeup perfectly applied. They stared at each other, bodies moving together but their expressions didn’t match the exuberance of the crowd around them. They looked. . . complicated.
Etienne caught the direction of my gaze and shook his head. He leaned back in so that he could speak directly in my ear. “That’s a fucked up thing right there. Ryker and his rent boy. Not gonna end well.”
“That kid?” I took another look at him. He couldn’t be a day over twenty-years-old.
“That kid pulls in more in a night than I get paid in a week.” Etienne looked back at me, his grin wicked as his hand drifted down to stroke my cock through my jeans. “You can have me for free.”
I half-laughed, half-groaned as his hand cupped my dick. I fucked into his grip wanting. . .more. He gave it to me.
His mouth was hot, his tongue wet as it slid against my own in a struggle for dominance. The kiss at the center had been barely a butterfly breath. The one at the planetarium sexy but sweet. This was feral, needy. This kiss promised that I’d end up with my come down his throat or spilling across his chest at some point tonight.
We kept moving together, our mouths tasting everywhere we could reach. Stubbled jaws, sensitive pulse points on our necks, salty skin on our shoulders. I moved to the beat of the music and the throb in my cock, enjoying the freedom of doing what I wanted with no worry.
And then other hands and mouths joined our own. The crowd swirled around us and men moved in and out of our orbit, their hands coasting over my skin, squeezing my ass and briefly joining Etienne’s where he claimed my dick. Lips brushed kisses over the back of my neck as I explored Etienne’s mouth with my tongue, a finger teased my nipple before it disappeared and left me aching with desire.
Etienne broke off the kiss and I opened my eyes, dazed and foggy from the lust burning through my system. This was hot but there was only one man I wanted so I followed him when he took my hand and led me through the crowd towards the back of the club.
I’d expected him to lead me into the restroom where we could find a stall and maybe jerk each other off before returning to the dance floor but he passed it by. Instead he walked down a dimly lit hallway just beyond. We turned a corner and entered a space full of men. Kissing, touching, on their knees, fucking. It was hard to take it all in but I tried.
Etienne pulled me into an alcove, not private but off the main walkway and backed me up against the wall. His gaze was hot, his hands roving over my skin as he watched my expression. No doubt gauging my comfort level.
“This okay?” he asked, nipping at my bottom lip and then my jaw before catching my gaze again. “Anything you want. We can go or we can stay.”
There was no fucking way we were leaving. I looked around the space, watching the men as they moved against each other in pairs and threesomes and I inhaled the scent of arousal in the air. This wasn’t my first back-room rodeo but it was the first time I knew the guy’s name and I wasn’t ashamed to be here. I wasn’t fucking going anywhere.
“I want you to suck me off,” I said, but my tone made it more of a demand. He smiled and leaned in closer.
Etienne’s tongue was hot against my neck, and his hands were busy at the fly of my jeans. I leaned against the wall while he sank down to his knees—and damn, looked up at me through his thick fringe of dark eyelashes. It was hot, his opening my pants to get at my cock while I watched him watching me. He was going too slow.
“C’mon. You got me hard and now you’re dicking around,” I said. “I know you want it. I can see it on your face so stop dawdling and put your mouth on me.”
Etienne pinched my nipple and arousal zinged down my spine to my groin.
“I’m going to take my time and you’re gonna deal with it,” he said, his voice dark and firm. “Just sit back and watch while I get you off.”
I liked that he pushed back, it made my dick even harder and my need went feral. I grabbed his hair, jerking his head back to make him maintain contact while he exposed my cock. He pulled down my jeans, over my hips and I bucked my them in invitation. He grinned up at me, his mouth hovering so close to where I needed it that I felt the warm rush of air against my balls. I groaned, my eyes sliding shut until I felt his fingers pinch my nipple again. The pain was sweet and my cock got harder, swelling where it pressed against my stomach, begging for attention.
He settled back on his heels and it didn’t look like he was going to follow my order anytime soon so I let go of his hair and took my cock in hand, rubbing it against his cheekbone. He moaned, no words just a rough sound as he arched into the caress. His hands ran up the outside of my thighs, crossing over to tease the inside of my thighs and my balls. I shifted my stance, widening my legs as I pumped my cock slowly, jerking myself off against his face.
He slipped a finger behind my balls, teasing me and promising that I’d get the ass action I craved. I could switch it up in the bedroom but I loved bottoming. The fullness of cock inside me made me wild. There was never anything better. I gave my cock a few more pulls and then opened my legs as far as they would go, giving him all the access I could with my jeans pooled at my ankles.
I watched as he slid his fingers into his mouth, getting them good and wet before he slid them higher up my crack and then pressed one in, slowly but firmly. I sighed and angled my hips out giving him room to push another finger inside me, deeper this time as he searched for my sweet spot. He found it and my knees buckled, my hand faltering in the rhythmic pulls on my cock as I looked down at Etienne’s face. He got off on this, his pupils were blown, cheeks ruddy and lips red from where he was biting them.
I wasn’t going to last long at this rate.
“Suck it.” I shoved my cock against his face and he opened wide, sliding his hot, wet mouth all the way down. I unclenched my free hand and slid it into hair with the other one and held him in place. I didn’t fuck into his mouth but I wanted to. Instead, I let him suck me down into his throat, catching my breath when he did this fluttery thing that hit the underside of my cock head and made me see stars.
“I’m going to come,” I warned him, giving him a chance to release me and let me finish on his face or on the floor. I didn’t give a fuck where. But Etienne didn’t back off. He sucked me harder and wrapped his free hand around my ass cheek and took his turn at holding me in place while sliding his finger in and out of my hole.
The next time he deep-throated me his knuckle pressed on my prostate and I could barely breathe. It felt so fucking good and I gave into it. My whole body arched against Etienne’s face, his head in my hands, and every muscle clenched tight while I shot down his throat.
He kept me in his hot, wet heat, sucking me gently as I came down from my orgasm-high. I was getting too sensitive so I pushed him off and pulled him to his feet, capturing his mouth as I reached for the fly on his jeans. He took the kiss, tasting of my come and Etienne but he stopped me from taking his cock in my hand.
“You don’t want me to get you off?” I asked, pulling back in confusion.
“Not here,” he leaned in for another kiss. It was gentler but no less hot. “I want to fuck you”
I always liked a man who got to the point, especially when we were on the same page.
“Let’s go.”
Chapter 7
Etienne
Jamie’s suite was dark but I didn’t care.
All I needed to know is where the bedroom was and if he had a condom and lube. I could totally handle it from there.
“I’ve got an ahnvee for you Jamie,” I said, my voice thick with lust and my accent. “I want to eat you up. The taste at the club was not enough.”
We were all kisses and touches and shaky fingers as we stumbled across the floor and into the bedroom. Jamie broke away from me for a second and flipped on the light, bathing the room in a warm glow. He turned to me dropping the last of his clothing to the floor and my progress stalled as I soaked him in. this wasn’t the first time I’d seen him naked but the want on his face, the need making his muscles taut and his fat, blunt cock hard for me almost brought me to my knees again.
“Show me,” he said, gesturing towards my jeans. “I’m dying to see you Etienne.”
I shoved my jeans and briefs down and kicked them away, straightening so that he could get his fill. His eyes were so dark, pupils dilated with his arousal and they raked over me from head to toe and then back again. When he met my gaze, he smiled like a kid who’d found his favorite gift under the tree.
Two long strides brought him back to me and he wasted no time taking my mouth in a hard, urgent kiss. It was all tongue and teeth and groans as we pressed against each other, naked and sensitive. His hands roamed all over and I no sooner felt relief at him touching me in one place when another spot ached for his attention. I could not stay still, my body writhing against his. His large hand wrapped around my cock made me gasp.
“Fuck, Jamie.” My head lolled back, exposing my neck to his trail of kisses and nibbles and licks. He rolled his palm over my leaking tip and then used my pre-come as lube, making his glide smooth from root to tip. My hips moved in his grip, seeking that friction that would get me off. But this isn’t what I wanted.
I pushed him away, edging him back towards the bed. He watched me, eyes wide and feral as he waited to see what I would do.
“On the bed. Ass up. I want to see your hole.”
He blinked. One long, slow sweep of lashes while I watched an aroused flush travel across his chest and cheeks. But he didn’t hesitate, turning and climbing onto the bed, stopping only with his exposed ass in the air while his face rested on his folded arms. I groaned. This was going to be fun.
I moved behind him, letting my hands roam all over his back, his thighs, underneath to tweak his hard nipples and then I indulged in the hard, firm globes of his ass.
“You have such a beautiful body, Jamie. So beautiful, cher.” It was the honed instrument of an athlete and I’d seen first-hand what he had trained it to do. Powerful, I was dying to have all of that strength quivering underneath me.
I squeezed his ass again, trailing my fingers over his hole, caressing the nerves bundled there. He groaned, long and deep into the covers, his fists balling the fabric as he pushed back into my touch. I lowered my head and took my first taste of him there, dark and male. The sensation went straight to my head, making a little dizzy with my own lust as I tongued-fucked him and he went wild underneath me.
He shoved back against my mouth, begging for more with his actions and I was happy to oblige him. I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the lube he’s stashed there.
“So, you thought I was a sure thing?” I asked as I drizzled the glossy liquid over his crack and my fingers.
“Nope,” he gasped as I inserted a finger, pressing inside his heat. “I knew I would be if I got you back here.”
His answer deserved an award so I slid in another finger, gently loosening the muscles around the rim. Jamie groaned again, jolting when I brushed his prostate once . . .and then again when his reaction made my cock even harder. He lunged back towards me, taking my fingers even deeper and so I added a third, watching his back muscles ripple at the combination of burning pain and pleasure I knew he was experiencing. His entire body undulated under me as I leaned over him, fucking him slowly and driving him crazy.
“Etienne, come on fuck me. You own this ass, just take it,” he growled as he lifted his head and twisted to the side, taking my mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss. It took a lot for me to pull away from him, all hot and sweaty and obedient under me but I wanted to be inside him. Not as if I’d die from the denial of if but that I’d never know what living was really like if didn’t give into it.
I reached over and snagged a condom, quickly and efficiently rolling it on and lubing it up. Then I pulled in close behind him and with a kiss to his left shoulder blade, I pressed the tip of my cock to his hole. That first resistance was a sweet thing, sending shivers up my spine but the second push gave me that tight squeeze on the head that made my eyes cross. One more retreat and another gentle push and I was inside him, throwing my head back in pleasure at the tight, hot clutch of him around me.
Jamie panted beneath me, his chest heaving and I gave him a moment to catch up, reaching around to stroke his cock as he adjusted to my invasion. He was hard, wet-tipped and hot to the touch and I remembered how perfectly he filled my mouth and throat. So fucking good.
“You good?” I whispered against his neck, pressing soft kisses there as his body relaxed underneath me. When he gave a nod and pressed back against me, I began to move.
Tight and hot. That’s all I could think of as I pressed in and out of his ass. Each pass bringing me closer and closer to my own climax. I’d barely been able to resist coming in my jeans at the club but with him naked, open and surrendered to me like this, I knew I wouldn’t last long.
I glanced up and caught our reflection in the mirror covering the closet doors.
“Look at us, cher.”
I bit his shoulder to get his attention, slowing down my thrusts once his gaze met mine. His skin, although olive in tone was lighter than my own but they both glistened with sweat. My longer leaner body was able to stretch across his back, placing our faces close enough to kiss. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, loving the way his eyes stayed locked with mine as I sped up my strokes.
I was getting close and I needed Jamie to be there with me.
“Jerk yourself off. I’m so fucking close and I want to be inside you when you come.”
He obeyed my command, supporting himself on one hand as he reached underneath with the other. I had the best seat in the house when I lifted off him and began my hard thrusts from behind. I could see his face and the way his hand stroked his hard, thick cock and then I could feel him as he began to fuck himself on me, pressing back every time I lunged forward.
I reached forward and grasped his shoulders in my hands, the extra leverage allowing me to go deeper and to hit is sweet spot on each downward plunge.
“Oh my God, Etienne,” Jamie cried, his body tensing underneath me the split second before white jets of come spilled out between his fingers and onto the coverlet. His body clutched me tight and I sucked in a huge gulp of air before my own release rolled through me like the fucking levees breaking in NOLA. Riptide. Undertow. Wave after wave.
“Cher,” I groaned out, meaning every part of the endearment down to my soul in that moment.
My ears buzzed with the rush of blood in my system and I struggled to pull air into my lungs. Jamie collapsed, shifted forward to lie flat on the bed and I went with him, unwilling to give up our connec
tion. He was warm underneath me, his muscles relaxed and pliant as I molded my body to his. I didn’t want to move but my softening cock reminded me that I needed to take care of a few things.
I kissed his shoulder and eased myself out of his body, tying off the condom and tossing it in the bathroom trash. I wet a washcloth with warm water and walked back to the bed where my lover was sprawled just where I left him. The first touch of the cloth against his ass caused him to raise his head and look at me over his shoulder.
“You just relax, I’m gonna take care of you,” I said, rolling him over to wipe the cooling evidence of his good time off his chest before tossing the cloth the floor. Then I settled myself over him, joining our mouths in a deep kiss.
“You can own my ass anytime you want,” he sighed into the kiss, our light laughter breaking it off entirely. “Seriously, that was a great fuck.”
“Good to know,” I said, looking down at him. I should probably roll over and let the guy get some sleep but I didn’t want to stop touching him yet. “I had a great time this weekend, Jamie.”
What I left unsaid was how fast it had flown by, how I wanted more of it, more of him. I couldn’t believe just how badly our timing sucked.
“What is it you say? Bad locque?” He tried to put a Cajun spin on the whole thing but it sounded more like a guy with his mouth full and bad speech impediment. But I got what he was trying to say. It wasn’t us and it wasn’t that we didn’t work. It just was what it was.
Bad locque.
Chapter 8
DC
Waking up to my phone ringing was not ideal.
I was warm, draped over Etienne’s strong, naked body coming to a sort of doze with a case of morning wood. I had ideas about what to do with it which involved Etienne’s mouth. They did not involve my agent calling me this early in the morning on a Sunday.
“Whoever that is, they better be calling to give you a million dollars,” Etienne grumbled and rolled over, burying his head under one of the four hundred pillows the hotel put on the bed. Half of them were tossed all over the room, deposited there during our two rounds of athletic sex.
