Tied: A Crown and Anchor Novella
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Pursing those fabulous lips and squinting his eyes, I see him considering the comment’s validity. So I step it up. Moving my hand to his upper chest, sliding it down slowly, his breathing slows to longer breaths and shorter intakes. “Would I have you here with me, Chris?”
Moving my hand until I reach the rough hair of his waist, brushing against his taut, strong flesh, I gently grasp it. I haven’t taken my eyes from his, only allowing my hand to venture as it wishes. I happen to think that moments like this are like a tiger with its prey—if you look away, it will run. Chris is the prey, in a way. Not everyone believes they are beautiful, and for that, I think a lot of those who are insecure present themselves in other ways. They look for love in all the wrong ways. Acceptance and allowance for their differences as they see them. It leads them down a path of promiscuity. I’ve always had acceptance so I sympathize with what he’s gone through.
“Chris, you’re beautiful,” I tell him again, unable to look away.
Like a movie, when the slow song starts and the broken soul finally sees their worth, Chris accepts the care I’m showing him. He accepts I see him in a different light. Not as a broken man, unsure of his future, his job, his life, and without worry for what others think of him, but as someone who sees him as precious. I’m not a sap, but I fall hard. That’s why I’ve avoided others for so long because I feel deeply.
I fell hard when Maddy crushed my confidence in love. I failed when my own heart didn’t protect me. I’ve told Chris about Maddy and what he did while we’ve sat here. I thought he was my everything, and I thought I was his. He thought I was a means to an end. He only wanted a larger bank account. He’d used me.
I feel it in my gut that Chris is different.
Turning slightly on the stool, Chris rises to his full height. I’ve never been one for men taller or shorter, so Chris’ matching height is perfect. As he stands before me, and as I hold his cock tightly, I have a driving need to take him into my mouth again.
Turning him around so that my backside is close to the stool, I grin deviously. “I have a wicked thought. Want to try something?”
“Okay…”
Releasing his cock, he groans as the cool air hits the warmed skin where my hand rested. Pushing the drinks to the sink, and moving the almond bowl to the other side, I kneel on the chair to hop up onto the counter. It’s my house so I know it’s clean.
Lying down on the counter, dangling my head over the edge, I lay my neck back until my head hits the stool seat. Looking at Chris upside down, I grin. “Come here.” Motioning for him to step close, I open my mouth, grasping his hot, throbbing penis. Widening out my mouth, accepting his girth inch by inch, I reach above me to pull Chris’ body closer.
Moaning sounds escape through my nose as I breathe through the motions of his hips shifting back and forth, slowly. The rhythm is set at a pace I can breathe, and allow his thick length to pass within my throat. Releasing his ass with my one hand, I grasp my own painfully aching cock as it begs to be addressed. Stroking it in time to his motions, every sense is heightened. Arching my back slightly, totally enjoying it all, Chris abruptly pulls away with a ‘pop’ noise.
He places a finger over my mouth. “Wait,” he says. He wasn’t the one waiting for sixteen years.
“But I was enjoying that.” I pout, slightly out of breath.
“Yeah, I noticed. But that’s not fair. I have to watch as you get off on your own. I want it all, Tyler.” Swinging my body around until my legs hang off the end of the counter, without warning, Chris lifts my body up and over his shoulder.
“Where did you put those condoms?”
When I don’t answer right away, he smacks my ass.
“On the table.” I laugh. Dammit, I’m giggling like a girl. I love the feel of his palm print, and laugh at the visual of someone seeing us. I’m two hundred plus pounds, and a very large, closer to three hundred pound black man has me strung across his shoulder like a prize.
“Which way, Tyler?”
“You can put me down, you know.”
With another smack on my ass cheek, he says, “Nope. Now, where do we go?”
“Down to the left.”
With decisive steps, I feel the floor vibrate. Ms. Visser must think I’m moving a nonexistent piano up here. I’ll have to give her a basket of goodies next time I see her.
Tossing me to the bed with a rocking bounce, the bed groans at the intrusive move.
“Good spring.” Chris laughs as he picks up one of the prophylactics. Handing me one, he sets the others to the side. “We’ll need these close by.”
“Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself, sir?” I’m only slightly joking, but he seems to think we’re both automatically the same.
“Tyler. I’m not ahead of myself with you. I’m just catching up.”
Slightly unsure of what he means, I wait to hear his thought process. When the time ticks one count, then two, I ask, “What’s your expectation?”
“None. I have hopes. Beyond that, I’m just being preemptive.”
Walking to the bed and kneeling to come close, I watch unbidden as his neatly dressed cock bounces its way toward me. Cantering back onto his ankles, straddling my waist, Chris covers me with his mouth. With his talented tongue dancing once more, he reaches between us to grip my aching cock. In languid strokes, he moves his hand back and forth, totally interested only in my care.
Lifting up slightly, bringing his other hand around, he teases, strokes, and caresses my balls. I’m unsure how much I whine, groan, and pant as the euphoric feeling rushes through me in hot waves, but I bet it’s tons.
Reaching behind me, I grasp the bed sheets hard to lean on the bed as I break the kiss. “Holy fuck,” I groan out.
“You tell me I’m beautiful, but I think you miss how gorgeous you are. Right now, there’s no one I’d rather be with, Tyler.” Bending forward to kiss the nape of my neck, he leaves a light trail of kisses as the stroke sets a tempo. “You asked me earlier what I wanted, but what do you want, Tyler?”
Only one thought process is consistent, even as my mind blanks—I want inside of him, and I want him inside of me too. I want it all, just like he said.
“Tyler?” he asks, stopping his hand.
“Argh!” Groaning again, I try to raise my hips toward his hand, searching out further contact. Looking at Chris, his grin is a mile wide.
He knows he’s taunting me, drawing me in. Whispering close, his scruff scratches against my ear in the best way. “I want you, Tyler, but it’s on your terms. I’m not fucking this up.”
“I want inside of you,” I cry out. “I want to be inside you, Chris. Please.”
Rising off me, he skooches off the bed faster than I thought a man his size could. Chris stands at the end, holding out a condom to me.
Opening it quickly, encasing my own cock, I watch as Chris examines every move I make.
“It’s your house. Where and how, Tyler?”
Without speaking another word, I rise off the bed to stand. Pulling his mouth to mine, I grasp his cock and squeeze it a few times, reveling in the size. I’ll enjoy that when the time comes, I know it. As our teeth rattle together and our tongues wrestle, I feel my own excitement rising to the point of pain.
Breaking apart, I back him to the bed. “Turn around, Chris,” I command, thoroughly turned on now.
“Bent or on the bed, Tyler?”
“Bend.”
As he does what I instruct, I watch his muscles curve, squirm, and ripple when he bends forward. Petting the most taut ass I’ve ever seen—well, seen in a long time—I stroke each cheek with reverence. Gripping the cheeks tight, but with care, I separate the globes.
“Like what you see?”
“Definitely.” His core is puckered, supple, and asking to be enjoyed. Dipping low, I kiss his cheeks, sweet and softly. Licking the opening, teasing it to relax, I feel my own cock twitch. Spending time to prepare him, I hear Chris moaning his own enjoyment of my care. When I feel
him relaxed enough, I position myself at his entrance. “Are you ready?”
“Please.”
Slowly and carefully, I move within the tightness. I won’t rush it. I’m careful of his body, as I hope he will be of mine. Moving back and forth, slow at first, the feeling is so amazing.
I piston my hips forward, gently. Gripping his hips, I pull them back so his ass is higher, giving me a deeper reach.
“Yes! That’s it, right there. Oh my God! Keep that up,” Chris squeals as he tears at the bedspread.
Continuing the movement, keeping up the pace, I curve my own hips upwards. Jerking slightly at the end when my stomach muscles lock, I grind through the motions. “You feel fantastic,” I tell him, short of breath.
“Pull me closer, please.” Huffing out the words quickly, Chris tries to move closer still. “Please, I’m close.”
He’s peeled off the condom, laying it on the bed carefully, and I can hear him stroking himself as I travel back and forth. Timed, we are as one.
Moving him back, grasping his shoulders to arch his back, I reach around so I can grip his cock. “Don’t worry about a mess,” I say, stroking him harshly.
Rocking along with the punishing tempo, he cries out, “Yes! Harder, faster!”
Moving as directed, with sweat dribbling down my forehead, teaming up with the sweat that gathers on our bodies, we push the limits of our need.
“Grasp it to punish. Please,” Chris cries out while gripping my hand, showing me what he wants.
Rising slightly onto one knee, Chris’s angle causes a strange reaction in my own body. My release crests fast. “Oh my...” I yell out with one of the strongest orgasms of my life.
That’s never happened. As I worry about what that means, and how it’s affected the moment, Chris releases himself into my hand as I continue to punish his cock. With a cry of joy, his body tightens around me, squeezing every last ounce of cum I own.
We’re doing that again.
Chris
Fuck! I thought I’d had great experiences before, but nothing compared to that hard release. Sitting at the counter again, this time with large cool glasses of water, we’re coming down from our high. Tyler is chomping away at his almonds again, and I grab a banana off the counter.
“What time do you fly out tomorrow?” Tyler asks around a mouthful of the nuts.
“Five a.m.. It’s an early ride out. I figure it’s best to peel the band aid off quickly. No use in assuming I have a job to go back to. I’m definitely returning to an impeachment notification in my email. I turned off my phone almost immediately. I’ve avoided emails, phone calls, and texts. I’m sure there’ll be a few from far right believers that would happily send me to hell in a raging bonfire. I’m not looking forward to it.”
“I think you’re overreacting. Maybe those calls and emails aren’t as bad as you think.”
“Don’t I wish. I’m not the optimist that you are, Tyler. I wish I was, but I’m pretty sure it’s going to be dangerous for me to live in my state.” I sip the water, thinking about how bad this will truly be. I’m really hating that I’ll be doing this alone.
“Where’s your family?”
“Died. They’ve been gone for a while now.”
“Friends? What about your Carli?”
“She’s in Cali. Her man and the new babies have her busy. I don’t think I’ll see her for a few months.” She’s going back to Japan shortly, so she’ll be further out of reach. I hate how alone I am.
“Well, what if I visited you? Maybe not in the first few weeks while you’re dealing with crap, but after. You could show me around town.” Looking at Tyler, I find that shy guy look is back. Avoiding my eyes, he tips his glass, looking anywhere but at me.
“You think I wouldn’t love to have you with me? To visit me?” Placing my hand on his, I smile. “I’d love that. It would be great.”
“Yeah? You sure?”
“Of course. And maybe after things settle I can come out here for a brunch date.” I’m taunting him slightly, but I’m hoping he takes it the way I mean it.
“Just for brunch?”
“Well, brunch happens after a night in New York, right?”
As his smile sneaks from soft to teeming wide, I feel better. This might have been a chance happening, but it feels comfortable. Almost immediately, I felt happy in his company. Sure, at first it was me gazing at him from across the room, checking out his charismatic beauty, but even after all the bullshit, he’s understood and stuck it out. Which brings us to this point.
Placing my now empty cup on the counter, I glance down at my watch. “Shit. It’s two thirty. I need to get back to my hotel.”
“Get dressed, I’ll take you over. No use in you waiting on a taxi.” As Tyler walks away to his bedroom to get dressed, and I’m picking my pants up from the floor, I watch his retreating form as his bare ass flexes. “Wow,” I say out loud.
“Pardon?”
“Shit.” I laugh. “I guess I said that louder than I meant to. I was watching you walk away.”
“Liked what you saw? That’s good.” He snickers as he walks back in, slipping a white T-shirt over his head.
Walking over to him, as his head pokes out of the material, I’m directly in his path. Gripping his shoulders and pulling him close, I drag him in for a deep kiss. Tangling my hand through his hair, I grasp his ass. We both involuntarily groan. Even though I know I need to go, I so badly wish to stay, making the night last.
Pulling back, I drag in gulps of air. “Just in case it wasn’t apparent...I like you, Tyler.”
“I like you too, Chris.”
“Yeah, but I need you to know. You won’t have anything to worry about with me.” Taking his hand, I cover my cock with it., “This won’t be anywhere but here.” Grasping his ass again, I squeeze it tightly. “Trust in me. I won’t be in the news. You won’t have to worry about anything that includes my bare ass shown to anyone. No one but you.”
Kissing him on the mouth again, I show him how much I mean it as I pull us tight.
Tyler breaks away, breathless. “I don’t have any expectations. But I trust you. Don’t break that.”
“I won’t. I want to see where this can go, and it’s the first time in my life I think I’ve ever said that. Give me a try.”
With a serious look, Tyler smiles. “Let’s get you to your plane.”
Chris
I still haven’t looked at my phone. I’m being a bitch. If I’m being honest, I’m scared. I like this job. I think I’ve done a good job of it.
What would I do without it if they take it away?
When I left the Marines, the incumbent governor was horribly inept and corrupt. I’d bitched about how awful he was, what could be done, and what should be done. I assumed it was up to me to make it right. So I ran against him and won. That was two years ago. Things have gotten better in Indiana. I’d hate for my cock to get me fired. Not because of cover-ups, not because of corruption, collusion or the likes, but because I couldn’t hide the fact any longer that I love men.
Saying goodbye to Tyler at the airport, I was left with a void as soon as I found myself alone. It was almost exhaustingly quiet. The air around me was full of what-ifs, and what could’ve beens, and what will it be like when I get home? What I truly wanted was more time with Tyler. I was enjoying the light that surrounds him.
He hasn’t had to hide who he is, and that makes him easy to be myself around. His friends too, but that’s beside the point. Carli accepts me, but they embraced me.
I arrived in Indy two hours ago, and after a fast exit with the help of a quick taxi driver, I’m home. Pulling up to my house in Greenwood, a suburb of the great city, I’ve been sitting on a stool in the kitchen, staring at the blinking light on my phone that says sixty-eight missed messages. The house feels vacant. Elaine cleared out the place. I don’t begrudge her as I didn’t come out here often. With the text from her lawyer that she’d taken her things, I figured I should check it out.
Resigning myself to the fact that I have to address it all, I walk to the fridge and grab one of the last things left in it—a lone beer. Not my poison of choice, but it’ll do. Sorting through the cupboards and drawers until I find a pen and note pad, I take a seat. My only thought is to relish the liquid slowly as I listen to the demise of my life in Indiana.
Thanking all that is rainbows and unicorns, I pull up the messages in my phone first. With visual messages, I peruse the names. Of the almost one hundred messages, ten are from Carli, three from New York (who could be Jim, Charlie, or Julia), and at least one from Tyler. When I’m good and beaten I’ll need that one, so I save it.
Guzzling a large mouthful, I hit the replay button. “Here goes nothing, I guess,” I say to the empty house. As if there’s someone hiding around a corner to answer.
With the first beep, I listen to the first of many.
“Hi, Governor Rock. You don’t know me. My name is Christina Blonde. I just wanted to tell ya’ I think it’s just fine what you’ve done for our state. I’m sorry you’re dealing with some trouble, but I stand behind you.”
Well, that one was sweet. Hitting the button for the next message, I don’t feel so awful and foreboding.
“You cocksucker!”
I whack the delete button fast. I stand corrected. The warm fuzzy feeling is short-lived.
As I scroll through them one by one, there are thankfully more of the Christina’s than there are of the belligerent assholes that want to see me buried to the neck and kicked while I’m down. By the time I’m through the worst of it, I find the sweet one’s actually outweighed the bad. Unfortunately, it took longer than I’d hoped and my crisp refreshing beer is gone. Searching out the wine cellar for more, I instead uncork a bottle of red. Elaine thankfully left me those, as she could have smashed them or taken them all. At least I know when she left she wasn’t looking to be vindictive. Just disappointed and embarrassed.