In the cover file of Michael Black, joining the Army after high school football had been where the similarities in their lives ended. Black had been a washout in the regular man’s army. Black was the worst of the worst if Mac had read it all correctly. He’d been dishonorably discharged after his unit had been implicated in the capture and gang rape of an eleven-year-old pre-pubescent Pakistani girl. She’d reportedly been so brutally treated by him and his unit that she’d been unconscious when her brothers found her. The file went on to read that the child later died of injuries inflicted on her after her own father had ordered her stoned to death for dishonoring the family.
The FBI made Michael Black out to be a monster. Unfortunately, Mac knew a few guys in real life who could rival the depravity of what the fictional Michael Black did along with his Army unit. There were guys who’d done worse. No wonder so many came home with PTSD. If they’d met men like Michael Black, they’d remember them for the rest of their days.
After Black’s dishonorable discharge four years into his service, he’d been briefly jailed in San Diego after a bar fight where he’d nearly killed a man. He’d wiggled out of the charge when several of the eyewitnesses were scared out of testifying by a few of his unsavory buddies. After that, Black had worked for several private contractors, being stationed overseas in Afghanistan and Iraq during the last decade and a half. When he’d finally come back to the States, one of Stryker-Dunn’s mercs and also a buddy of his, referred him to Drake Archer.
The name of that mercenary, David Reese, had been an actual employee of Stryker-Dunn but company records showed that he had died while serving with one of their units in a Bolivian jungle just recently so there was no way for anyone to check to see if Reese had actually sent his old buddy, Michael Black, to Drake Archer or not. Archer was a paranoid son of a bitch and Mac hoped the cover would hold. Since this guy, Nelson Strange, hired everyone personally, Mac knew Michael Black would be quizzed about Reese so he was sure to go through and study the personnel records of David Reese thoroughly.
By 6:00 p.m. Mac had gone through the entire file of Michael Black three times. The last page of the file had a picture of Mac which was actually the photo of Black’s driver’s license, courtesy of the FBI. Since there was no mention of the fictional Black ever serving as a Green Beret, Mac really hoped the boys at Stryker-Dunn didn’t share shower time. He would have a hard time explaining the tattoo on his bicep to anyone nosy enough to look. Plenty of mercs in the building would know what it meant and if Mac was unlucky enough to run into a fellow Green Beret, he was probably fucked anyway. Guys his age were an intimate brotherhood and the chance that they’d served in the same part of the world at the same time was pretty high. He glanced up again. As he stared at the clock, he realized he’d memorized everything from Black’s high school chemistry grades to the color of his pubic hair and Mac was pretty sure he could transition into this cold, heartless psychopath quite easily.
He shut the file and stood up, walking over to the kitchen where he pulled a beer out of the fridge. He glanced at the clock on the wall again. Nico had promised to come over after he finished up with the briefing but he hadn’t even called. Mac glanced at his own phone lying on the kitchen counter. If he called Nico, he might look pathetic and what if SAC Diaz saw his number come up on Nico’s phone? He was working out of their office and how weird would that look? He reached up and scrubbed a hand over his face and up into his short hair, scratching at the top of his head.
What if Nico wasn’t coming? What if he’d decided last night was a huge mistake? What if he’d taken one look at Mac’s dick and flown the coop? It had happened before. One guy’s jaw had dropped and he’d snapped his fingers, grabbed his pants, and told Mac he liked his colon just fine the way it was, not ripped in two like a train barreling down the tracks in the New York subway. Mac snorted at the memory of the man flouncing out of his apartment and never looking back. That guy hadn’t been the first or the last who’d fled Mac’s huge dick. He took a sip of his beer as he smiled against the lip of the bottle. I’m an idiot.
Mac was startled out of his reverie by a quiet knock on his front door. He set his beer down and padded barefoot to the living room. He was wearing his standard indoor clothing, muscle shirt, sweatpants, and bare feet. When he glanced through the peephole and spotted Devecchio standing on the stoop, a shiver went through him. He opened the door to the smiling man who instantly stepped into the house and into Mac’s arms. His spicy scent rose to Mac’s nostrils as he turned his face up for a kiss. Mac vaguely remembered closing and locking the front door as his mouth came crashing down on the shorter man’s.
Nico felt amazing in his arms. He wasn’t a small man unless he was compared to a guy of Mac’s stature. At six two or six three, Nico was much taller than average. His shoulders were broad and as Mac remembered the naked body he’d had against him, he was all lean cut muscle. He was young and hot as hell and at the moment, his tongue was doing amazing things to his own.
Mac pushed him back against the door the moment he managed to get it closed and locked. With a solid surface behind Nico, it was easier to press up against him and feel that delicious hard body growing aroused. He kissed Mac back, meeting the dance of his tongue with one of his own. When Mac reached around him and pulled him up so that they were face to face, Nico’s eyes widened briefly before his mouth once again fell against his. He lifted his arms and wound them around Mac’s neck as Mac pressed him back against the door. The thick ridge of Nico’s cock pressed against him, sending his senses into overdrive. He’d been painfully hard since hearing the knock on his front door.
Nico slid the fingers of both hands into the short hair at the back of Mac’s head as he slanted his mouth over his, meeting every thrust of Mac’s tongue with one of his own. Mac held him against the door with only little effort, even though Nico probably weighed two hundred pounds of solid muscle and could have pushed him off. He decided then and there that manhandling the hot Italian was pretty sexy. When Nico let out a whimper and ground the thick ridge of his cock against Mac’s midsection, he felt his own body throb. He knew his sweats were getting wet from the scent of precome, though it could have been Nico’s for all he knew. The man had gone home to change into his own sweats and the thin fabric was probably as soaked as Mac’s if the feel of his cock was any indication of his desperate desire for him.
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“Christ,” Nico said, tearing his mouth away so he could look at the man who held him pinned against the front door of his house. Mac stared into his eyes with such lust it took Nico’s breath away. He’d hoped Mac would greet him with the same enthusiasm he’d shown last night so he’d gone home after meeting with Stanger and Diaz and changed quickly into comfortable clothes. If things went the way he wanted them to, Nico was planning on spending the evening naked anyway. Pinned to a door, he hadn’t expected. It was the hottest thing he could possibly imagine and he just wound his arms around Mac’s thick neck and held on.
“Do you know how fucking sexy you are?” Mac growled against Nico’s lips, staring right into his eyes.
Nico smiled. He’d been ready to say exactly the same thing.
“Look who’s talking.” He took Mac’s mouth in another blistering kiss as Mac ground against him. He was thrusting up with that massive cock, hard and leaking, if the scent coming off him was anything to judge by. Oh hell, it could be his own cock which had been leaking all the way over to Mac’s house just thinking about how it was going to feel when the man pushed inside him. Because he was ready for that. Nico had decided before coming over, he’d help that along a little.
Mac slid his hands under Nico’s ass, squeezing both globes before literally lifting him off the ground. Nico gasped when he realized the solid front door wasn’t touching his back anymore. Mac was prodding him to wrap his legs around his waist so he tightened his hands on the back of Mac’s neck and lifted both long legs to do as he was bidden. Nico had been in a lot of sexual positions before
but no one had ever lifted him off the ground and carried him during sex. He was just too big. This was a new one and kinda hot.
Mac was still kissing him as he walked him out of the living room and down the hall. Nico felt kind of silly being carried but what the hell, the man doing it was making him insane with lust so he returned the kisses and went with it. He was kind of at Mac’s mercy since he seemed to have no intention of putting him down anyway. Mac strode into his masculine bedroom and set Nico down on the bed, still lingering over him until he broke the kiss at last. Nico was finally able to drop his hands and legs from around the big man’s body. Mac stretched out over him careful to keep the bulk of his weight off him. Nico reached up and cupped both stubbled cheeks in his hands as he admired Mac’s freckles, something he adored.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” Nico said, staring first at Mac’s swollen lips and then his light eyes.
“You ain’t so bad yourself, Devecchio,” Mac said, lowering his mouth so he could kiss him again, just as passionately as he had before. He was driving Nico crazy. His cock was desperate for some friction and he arched off the bed, rubbing himself against Mac’s erect dick. Hearing Mac’s groan of agreement against his mouth was as exciting as anything he’d ever heard. Mac wanted him as much as Nico wanted Mac. That was clear. He wiggled against the mattress, gasping into Mac’s mouth as his lust exploded. When Mac finally let go of his lips, Nico was panting and whimpering.
“Fuck me, Mac. I can’t hold out anymore,” he begged.
Mac looked at him with a serious expression on his face. “I reckon you never been with a man as large as me, Nico.” He shook his head and Mac nodded. “We gotta go slow then.”
Nico bit his lower lip and made a confession. “I thought about that. In fact…” He wiggled against the bedding again, feeling lust shoot through his body. “I’m readier for you than you think I am.” He couldn’t help the small smile that turned his lips up at the corners.
Mac narrowed his eyes. “What are you talking about?”
“Take off my clothes and I’ll show you,” Nico said.
Mac stared at him for a few more seconds and then sat up, straddling Nico as he grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. His massive pectorals bulged and Nico’s mouth watered as he wiggled out of his shirt. When he pulled it over his head, Mac scooted off the bed and was removing his sweats. His dick bounced out of the fabric as Nico reached down and slid his Vans off his feet, sliding his sweatpants over his hips and down his thighs. Mac reached for his waistband and finished pulling them the rest of the way.
Nico grabbed his own cock and gave it a few pumps. He couldn’t remember when he was as excited as he was now. Just watching the way Mac’s muscles bunched when he did something physical was sexy as hell. Nico grinned at him as he crawled back over him and he reached out to touch Mac’s chest, running both hands over his pectorals, shoulders, and biceps. The tattoo of the skull with a green beret on one bicep was fucking sexy as hell. In turn, Mac kissed him soundly, reaching down to circle Nico’s cock with his hand before leaning back.
“Now, what’d you want to show me, Devecchio?” Nico gasped as Mac stroked him, causing his foreskin to slide back and forth over the sensitive head of his leaking dick. “This?”
“Oh God, Mac!” Nico groaned and bucked his hips, grinding harder into Mac’s huge palm. The big man kept his gaze locked with Nico’s as he stroked him slowly. His fist was tight enough to draw the foreskin back and forth over the head and it drove Nico crazy. He was incredibly sensitive and every pass of Mac’s thumb over his slit made him writhe on the bed and buck harder into his fist. “Do you know what you’re doing? You’re about to get a sticky hot mess,” Nico managed to gasp through gritted teeth.
Mac smiled and nodded as his massive paw finally let go of Nico’s cock. Instead, he plied him with more kisses. When Nico was once again breathless, staring up at the beautiful amber eyes he couldn’t get enough of, he ran both hands over Mac’s pecs. He leaned closer and kissed him, pulling back only a tiny bit when he was done, reluctant to leave his lips.
“I got myself ready for you,” he finally got out, panting against his mouth.
Mac leaned up and frowned at him. “You got yourself ready for me? Ready to… bottom for me?” When Nico nodded, it seemed to dawn on Mac. He suddenly rolled off him and grabbed him by both hips. He turned Nico with no effort at all and when Nico was on his stomach he caught Mac’s sharp intake of breath. He couldn’t help smiling to himself because he knew Mac would have seen the slight separation of his butt cheeks if he was looking where Nico thought he was looking. His speculation was rewarded a few seconds later as his ass was grabbed by two massive paws as Mac pulled his cheeks apart.
“Oh my God,” Mac groaned, ending on a whimper as Nico felt the hot gaze on his asshole.
He’d taken the time to work a large butt plug into his ass when he’d gone home after work to change, knowing he desperately needed to stretch himself if he was going to be able to take Mac inside without a terrific amount of time and effort. Nico had bottomed lots of times but he’d never had a man the size of Mac McCallahan and the last thing he wanted or needed was to be distracted by pain.
“Yeah, I figured I needed a little prep,” he mumbled against the bedding. A second later, he gasped against the sheet when Mac grasped the end of the plug and pulled it out an inch, only to screw it back inside a second later.
“Jesus!” Nico wanted to sob. It felt so good and so dirty to have Mac do that to him but he seemed to know what he was doing. He repeated the motion several more times, pushing the plug in and pulling it out, screwing it in a circle. Nico ground his dick against the sheet below him, needing the friction as Mac fucked him with his own plug. Christ!
“Get inside me or I’m gonna come all over your bed!”
Nico heard a chuckle and then the pressure of the plug eased as Mac let go. He leaned down and Mac’s hot breath ghosted over his ear.
“You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, Devecchio. Goddamn, that plug almost undid me.” He leaned back and rolled away.
Nico turned his head when he heard a drawer being yanked open. Mac had his hand inside and when he pulled out a condom and a full tube of lube, Nico’s cock throbbed again. He pushed up to his hands and knees, trying to decide what position he should get into. Mac ended his indecision as he crawled back over to him.
“Get on your back. I wanna be looking at you the first time I’m inside you, Devecchio. I promise to go slow and be gentle.”
Nico met his gaze and then grunted and complied, rolling onto his back and pulling his knees up. The plug, still inside him, pressed against his insides and the friction alone made him gasp in pleasure. Having Mac inside was gonna be so much better.
Mac moved into position between his spread knees and Nico watched him tear open the condom and roll it over his dick. He squeezed a comically large amount of lube onto his hand but wasn’t surprised when it barely managed to cover the length and breadth of Mac’s beautiful cock. Nico figured they’d have to invest in economy-sized tubs of the stuff if they kept this up. Mac tossed the tube aside and reached between Nico’s legs, keeping his gaze focused on his face as he grasped the blunt end of the plug. He watched him for a few seconds before shifting his gaze, looking down to see what he was doing as he slowly pulled it free. He held the thick blue plug up, probably to gauge its size for a few seconds before tossing it onto the bed and returning his regard to Nico’s stretched hole. Nico could feel the warmth and slide of the lube he’d used on himself as it escaped in a heated gush.
“Goddam, Devecchio. Could you get any hotter?” Mac practically growled as he planted both large mitts on Nico’s knees and pushed his legs back. Nico’s rigid cock rubbed against his own abs as Mac moved in close. “You really eased the way for me, didn’t ya?”
“I tried,” Nico gasped as he watched the head of Mac’s cock bump against his entrance.
“You wear that thing all day at th
e office?” He smirked and Nico couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of trying to stay serious with Diaz and Stanger firing orders at him as he squirmed from the pressure of a butt plug inside him at work.
“No! I put it in when I went home to change. Now get in there before it shrinks back, Mac.”
“Fuckin’ pushy bottom.” Mac practically growled as he lined up and leaned forward, pressing into him.
Nico realized he was holding his breath and he let it out slowly as just the head of Mac’s cock stretched him wide. He opened his mouth and panted as the burn began. He both hated and loved this part of bottoming. The pain of the stretch—unbelievable in Mac’s case—coupled with the heavy pressure of a dick entering him, always proved to be a challenge. With Mac, he had to multiply that several times over but he’d been telling himself he was up to it since the night before. When reality was suddenly here, his bravery faltered and he tried to concentrate and clear his thoughts of anything but how amazing Mac would feel, once inside him. Nico found himself panting as he concentrated on relaxing and taking everything his lover had to give.
“Oh, God, Mac, you’re amazing,” he squeaked as Mac advanced. The expression on Mac’s face was more intense than he ever remembered on anyone who’d topped him before.
“Tell me if you need me to back off, Nico. You tell me, okay?” Mac leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth. The concern was so sweet, Nico felt his heart squeeze.
“Okay, baby… keep… going.” Nico gritted his teeth, gasping in between words, forcing himself to relax as Mac advanced another few inches. The burn was almost overwhelming but he was finally in far enough that Nico’s insides were beginning to light up with pleasurable sensations. Lust sparked within him as the feeling stole his breath.
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