Open Sesame

by Mia Watts

  For a moment, with Alister ducking, his breath falling on Oz’s neck and shoulder, Oz was lost in the sensual undulation of flexing hips and clenching thighs. Looking over Alister’s shoulder at the slicked curve of his lower back and minute shifts of muscle along his spine, lingering on the play of similar fine muscles rounding his shoulders, Alister saw the power of love in motion.

  Oz raised his head and closed his mouth on Alister shoulder. The faint taste of sweat and man teased his tongue. Immediately, Alister nuzzled Oz’s ear, his breath falling heavy and undeniably shaken as Oz applied himself with tongue and teeth to the spot where neck sinews joined shoulder.

  “I’ve wanted to be inside you since I first saw you,” Oz whispered against his neck.

  Alister shivered.

  Oz continued. “I’ve wanted you inside me. Your mouth on my cock. Your tongue licking my balls, feasting.” Words were becoming more difficult. “I’d let you have me any way you wanted.”

  Alister’s cock wept between them. He moaned so softly against Oz’s hair.

  “Please stop talking,” Alister breathed. “I can do this easier if you just stop talking.”

  “You feel great with the talking, too. So good,” Oz confessed.

  Alister’s hole squeezed the base of Oz’s shaft. Oz thought he’d lose the battle of wills in another minute. He wanted Alister to come while his defenses were down, and his heart was susceptible.

  “I want to see you come. Paint me,” Oz panted as he grazed his teeth on Alister’s neck.

  Alister shivered.

  “Paint me. Show me what I do to you.”

  “Fuck!” Not a command, Alister seemed to curse his own lack of willpower. He rolled, taking Oz with him, until Oz lay on top.

  The new position afforded greater ease and deeper penetration. It also put Oz back in control and told him better than words, Alister trusted Oz enough to allow it.

  “Now will you shut up?” Alister snapped helplessly, and the emotion in his eyes pleaded with Oz to not make him feel more than he already did.

  “No, baby. I want you too bad to let you clam up,” Oz said. “Let me in.”

  “You are in.” Alister didn’t think Oz’s wide cock could get any more in.

  Oz’s chest was damp with exertion. Alister had slowed the momentum, finding the need to experience every inch of Oz’s cock as it nudged over his prostate. Oz continued the lifting thrust, driving Alister’s excitement higher.

  The image of shooting all over Oz’s chest, pearl against tan skin, wouldn’t leave him. Alister took his cock in his hand and fucked his fist in time with Oz’s thrusts. Mahogany eyes glowed lustfully as Oz watched himself slam into Alister’s hole then fastened on the appearing and disappearing head inside Alister’s fist.

  “Tasted so good,” Oz said, seeming to think back on the blowjob he’d given.

  Alister could imagine those gorgeous lips down on him many more times, long black hair cascading around his balls with each throaty swallow from Oz’s glorious mouth. Could imagine his long fingers pumping inside as he did.

  Oz’s words made Alister crazy with lust. His dusky voice rolled over the syllables formed by full, defined lips. Oz talking made intoxicating foreplay. Oz talking during a fuck, words and cock penetrating simultaneously, brought Alister to pounding, driving need.

  The pace quickened. Oz’s breath came in sharp short bursts as arousal rode him, and Alister watched it play out on his chiseled features. Words forgotten, it was only the dance of bodies in time with their gasps and slapping flesh which filled Alister’s head. That and the vision of the man doing his best to bring Alister off first without coming too soon.

  He could see it on Oz. Oz wanted to please him, and something inside Alister cracked the stubbornness enough to want to give in.

  Heat wound like a coil. Each slap of Oz’s balls thrummed it tighter. Alister was close. Oz’s face contorted with effort.

  “I want you. Alister,” Oz pleaded. “Show me you want me.”

  The coil sprung. Alister bellowed. Searing cum shot in forceful spurts across Oz’s gleaming chest. Still pumping his cock as he spurted, Oz cried out. Alister’s ass tingled in the renewed vigor of his lover’s bucking hips.

  Oz came in slamming thrusts. Tender bliss radiated from Oz’s gaze with the fearlessness of raw emotion. It touched a quiet part of Alister’s soul. A gift.

  He needed to give Oz something in return.

  “You’re amazing,” Oz said with a soft smile.

  He dropped down on top of Alister. Their sweaty chests and pounding hearts brought a smile to him. Oz smiled back, touched a finger to Alister’s lips.

  “Reed and Jeret were at the café with two other businessmen. They were talking about a new product that sounded promising. I told my uncle.” Alister’s words spilled out in a rush. Oz wanted the information. Right now, Alister would give him anything.

  Oz’s expression tightened marginally.

  The confession wouldn’t incriminate anybody, but the Adamo brothers had worked hard to get it. Oz in particular, he thought with a warm glow. Alister could give him the café.

  “I tell you I think you’re amazing, and you say that?” Oz replied slowly.

  “You wanted to know who was in the café.” Alister tried to make out what he was seeing in Oz’s expression. It didn’t look like pleasure. “What’s wrong?”

  “You think this was all for a confession?”

  Alister didn’t understand the cool tone. “That was the deal.”

  “I didn’t realize you were a gigolo,” Oz said.

  “If I’m a gigolo, you sold me,” Alister snapped.

  Calmly Oz extracted himself, being careful to hold the base of the condom. He turned his face away, reaching back across the bed for a towel and one of the tissues he’d placed there when he’d been readying the room. Oz wrapped up the condom, swiped his chest with the towel, then tossed it to Alister.

  The bedroom door opened and Cain stood there for a minute. Alister didn’t care. His attention was devoted to Oz. He vaguely registered that Oz nodded at his brother and Cain left.

  “You’re free to go,” Oz said, roughly.

  Confused, Alister watched him leave the bed and go into the bathroom. He thought he should leave, maybe, but leaving was the last thing he wanted to do at the moment. He wanted to make Oz smile.

  Which was stupid.

  Alister had been kidnapped, tied up, tied down, seduced, questioned, then tossed aside. He should be itching to get the hell out of there. Yet the pain in Oz’s voice with the casually tossed freedom scraped at Alister’s conscience.

  He was halfway to the bathroom door before he realized it. He rapped on the door. “Hey. Can we talk about this?” Lame. Totally lame. Can we talk about this? Like they were dating and had a misunderstanding.

  That’s when he realized the water had been running in the bathroom because it stopped abruptly. Two beats later, the door opened and Oz leaned against the frame with his arms folded over his chest. The darkly attractive man raised his eyebrows.

  “And say what?” he prompted.

  Alister felt like a fool. Out of sorts and like a complete ass who’d hurt someone’s feelings. Hadn’t he been the one called a man-whore? So instead of saying anything and confirming that he didn’t have a clue as to the problem, he shrugged. “I don’t know. Stuff.”

  Oh, fuck! Really? Stuff?

  “It was never about the information,” Oz said.

  “Of course not. That’s why you four abducted me, tied me up, and tried to seduce information from me. They used their best man.” Alister waved a hand in Oz’s direction. “The one they knew would get to me.”

  Oz’s eyes sharpened on him. “I got to you then. Good.”

  “What? No,” he denied suddenly. “I mean the one who could get information you wanted. Well, you got it. I even gave it to you.”

  “As payment,” Oz reminded.

  Alister felt distinctly uncomfortable. “A gift.”
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  Oz’s arms unfolded. “You didn’t tell me about the café as repayment for my fucking skills?”

  Was this a test? Next he’s going to ask if his being naked makes his butt look big. But he knew what Oz meant. “No.”

  He needed to touch Oz. He lifted his hand and rested his palm on Oz’s chest. The skin was damp. He’d washed up, which made Alister want to shoot all over him again to put things back the way they were just minutes ago.

  Oz covered Alister’s hand with his own. “I knew Jeret and Reed were involved with something. I didn’t know what, but during our talk, I figured this might be it. If you had information to give, we wanted it. If you didn’t, you were a temporarily waylaid guest.”

  “Cassimer?” Alister asked, hoping he’d explain further.

  “Took advantage of a ripe situation. That’s all. I’m sorry, but my information doesn’t show Cassimer is clever enough to have worked it out alone. Others had to be involved and I needed confirmation.”

  “And what, Cain is an ass for sheer enjoyment?” Alister asked, feeling surly.

  “Cain knows, too. I told him to let me have a chance at you first, before involving you any more than necessary. Cain got what he needed from my brothers and your uncle, though. That’s why he looked in earlier to give me a thumbs-up.”

  “I was tied,” Alister said, feeling played.

  The first full smile parted Oz’s lips. Gorgeous, cock-sucking, kissable lips.

  “Indeed.” Oz’s heavy lidded gaze swept over Alister, and his dick stirred. “Fantasy of mine, actually.”

  “Shit, Oz. You could make a guy come with a smile like that.” Alister stepped into him, rose up the half inch to reach, and took Oz’s smiling mouth.

  “Only one guy I’m interested in making come. I’m expecting it to be deep inside my ass.”

  “Why the kidnapping?” Alister asked, tucking his head under Oz’s jaw to drop a kiss there too.

  “Mostly to trick my little brothers and scare your uncle into giving Cain the account details. The added benefit was getting your attention in a way you couldn’t ignore,” Oz murmured. He pointed to his collarbone. “Right there.”

  Alister obliged, placing a kiss where Oz pointed. Oz touched to his right nipple next. Alister kissed that too, taking time to savor it.

  “I should be really mad,” Alister said around the tasty bud.

  Oz cupped the back of his head, pressing him firmly to the puckered tip. Alister chuckled.

  “You’re not mad. You’re hard. I feel your cock sexually harassing mine.”

  Alister let go of the nipple. “And I thought you were in the bathroom sulking.”

  A wicked grin widened Oz’s smile and gave it a cheeky edge. He took the hand he’d been covering and drew it around Oz’s side and low. Then lower. Alister’s fingers traced Oz’s crack and slid inside. He expected to find a tight, velvety rosette. Instead, his fingertips bumped hard plastic.

  “A butt-plug?” Alister asked, intrigued.

  Oz laughed. “I was preparing to come back out here and show you how wrong you were about what I wanted from you, if you stayed.” He’d hoped Alister would stay, but Oz wanted him of his own free will.

  He wanted a future with the man, and that meant Oz had to test the bond that had surpassed physical climax to reveal a connection Oz had hoped they shared. He had to give Alister his unobstructed freedom. If he wanted it.

  “I’m not going anywhere now.”

  Oz’s heart swelled at the promised words. Had he been right? Had Alister felt it too? “For how long?” Oz asked, suddenly serious, anxious.

  Alister dropped down on his knees. He nuzzled Oz’s hairless sack before licking the underside length of his cock. Placing a kiss on the damp tip, he looked up at Oz. “You stole my heart, thief. I’m not going anywhere until you free it, too.”

  Alister moved to take Oz’s cock in his mouth, seemingly eager as the plump tip touched his lips. Oz lowered a hand to his shoulder, needing Alister to be sure. “A thief keeps his treasures close to his greedy heart.”

  Oz’s plum-colored tip disappeared into exquisite, sucking warmth. He stared into the eyes of his lover, who looked back at him unabashed. Love stole Oz’s breath through the simple, quiet openness of Alister’s acceptance. His lover pulled away and rose to his feet.

  “Were you expecting me to protest?” Alister kissed him again. Teasing, expert lips dragged a moan from Oz. “C’mon. This treasure wants to show you how much he likes the idea of being yours.”

  “How are you going to show me?” Oz teased.

  “What was it you said to me? Oh yeah.” Alister pulled him over to the bed and flipped Oz to his back. Alister hooked him behind the knee and lifted, exposing the plug Oz had inserted. Alister covered Oz’s body with his. Gazes locked, Oz could only feel the gentle tap of fingers to the plastic plug and see the mischievous glint in his lover’s eyes. “Open sesame.”

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