by Tinnean
“Ye… oh, yeah! Jesus, how could I have gone all my life without knowing about that?” He rocked his hips back, groaning as I eased a second finger into him, stretching him. “Sorry.”
I was a little busy just then to wonder what he was apologizing for this time, but I did notice he shoved the heel of his hand into his mouth and bit down to muffle those sounds.
He wanted more, and I gave him a third finger. By now he was sweating, and his muffled groans were driving me up the wall.
“God, that’s… that’s good!”
“Yeah? Well, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
He gave a small huff of laughter and then groaned as I continued fingerfucking him. He shoved his hand over his lips again and wriggled back against me.
I had other things in mind for him, and I removed my fingers.
He whimpered, but there was no way I could fit my cock in with them still in his ass, not just yet at any rate, although maybe in the future…. My cock twitched at the thought, and this time I was the one who groaned.
“Theo?”
“You’re so fucking hot.” I pushed him over onto his front and licked a path from the dimple at the small of his back up his spine, and we both shivered. “Get some pillows under your hips. Yeah, that’s it.” The pillows raised his ass nice and high, and I couldn’t resist nipping a cheek. “Okay, baby.” I smoothed lube over the condom I put on. “Here we go.”
He suddenly became still. “Say my name.”
“What?”
“I’m letting you fuck me. I know you’ll be good—this is what you do for a living, and frankly, you’ve got me where I’m about to splinter into a million pieces. But I’m not some random ‘baby.’ I need to know you know whose ass you’re in.”
“Wills.” There was no way I couldn’t know. “Wills.” I lined my cock up with his hole. In spite of having taken three fingers, there was a little initial resistance, but then I sank into him until my groin was snug against his ass. “Wills.” It was like sliding into a tight, hot, channel lined with velvet. The exec had never felt anything like this.
Wills fisted his fingers in the sheets and moved back and forth in sync with my thrusts.
He was born to bottom. He liked it—loved it, I could tell—but he bit at the pillow in an effort to muffle his moans and whimpers. This was the third time he’d tried to stifle the sounds he made. Why?
I leaned forward and reached around to rub my thumb over his bottom lip, and he released the pillow with a gasp. His lips were lush, and they’d felt good under mine. I wondered what they would look like wrapped around my cock one day. Would he be willing to do that?
I slid the index finger of my free hand into his mouth, teasing his tongue, and he started sucking on it. He sucked on the second and third finger I slid into his mouth, and I fucked his mouth in rhythm to fucking his ass.
My fingers muffled the sounds he made, though, and I didn’t want that. I wanted to hear those sounds, wanted to know I could make him howl. Hell, I wanted the ladies downstairs to hear him. I took my fingers from his mouth, and he growled and grabbed for my hand.
“I need to balance myself, baby,” I lied.
“I can take your weight.”
The knowledge that he wanted that made me so hot. One finger wouldn’t silence him, I rationalized. I ran a fingertip over his lips, and he parted them, but he wasn’t happy when he realized he was only getting one.
“More.”
I couldn’t believe he’d never been fucked before. He was so hungry for it…. Abruptly, I remembered Franky saying that to me. For a second I froze, then I withdrew my finger, but Wills kept rocking back and forth on my cock, taking me effortlessly. His internal muscles clamped down, squeezing me, driving every thought from what little mind I had left. Every thought except one—I was the one taking his cherry.
I lost control and came, the first time I’d ever done that before the john I was servicing had climaxed.
But… Wills wasn’t a john.
He was still trying to bury his gasps in the pillow. I stayed inside him and reached around again, this time for his cock, which was slick from his precome. He drove himself forward into my fist and then backward onto my cock. I bit down on his shoulder blade, and that was all it took. He came all over my hand.
I eased him onto his side, still lodged inside him, and licked my palm clean. Some johns tasted bitter, some sour, some were almost tasteless, but Wills was like sweet cream. I was looking forward to going down on him.
It took him a while to catch his breath, I noted with some pride.
“Was I too—” He managed to get the words out between his attempts to gulp for breath. “—too noisy?”
Not, “God, that was fantastic.” Not, “When can we do this again?” Not, “You’ve convinced me that I’m totally gay.”
No, “Was I too fucking noisy.” What bitch had made him feel so insecure about making sounds in bed? I wanted to hurt whoever she was.
I petted his flank and dropped a kiss on the spot on his shoulder where I’d sunk my teeth. “Never, Wills.”
He hummed in relief. I disengaged, removed the condom, and then went into the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean us both up. “Feels nice.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Thanks, Theo.”
“It was my pleasure, Wills.” More than I thought he knew. Now if I could just convince him to stay.
“Theo? Set the alarm for six, will you? And come to bed. I’ve got to get some sleep.”
Chapter 13
HE ROLLED over sometime during the night and bumped into me. For a second he seemed startled. Apparently he wasn’t used to sleeping with whoever he’d had sex with. I liked that thought. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I could see his eyes glinting in the faint light that came in through the gap between the curtains.
“Could we… could we do that again?”
“You’ll be too sore in the morning.”
“You’re sure?” He seemed so disappointed, I was tempted to have him again anyway. “Well, can I suck you off?”
My cock twitched. I hadn’t had a blow job since Franky had sent me out to trick. Even Charlemagne was more interested in fucking than in sucking. I wasn’t sure how a novice like Wills would react to a mouthful of cock, and I didn’t want to spend time tonight showing him how to go about it.
“This is your night, baby. I’ll go down on you, okay?” I didn’t give him time to answer, just slid under the covers and licked and nuzzled and nibbled on his cock until I had him shaking again. Then I swallowed him down.
I knew he was on the edge.
“Holy fuck!” He started yanking at my hair.
“Wills, what the fuck?”
“Gonna… gonna come.”
“Thanks for telling me.”
He howled when I took him in my mouth again, and in seconds he was pouring himself down my throat.
“Damn, I’m sorry. I was too loud,” he said once he’d caught his breath again.
I nipped his hip. “Do you hear me complaining?”
“No, but….” I could feel the heat of his blush. “Spike is sure to have heard me.”
“I don’t care.”
“No?” He seemed dazzled by the idea that it didn’t matter to me. “And you didn’t mind that I came in your mouth?”
“I didn’t mind. If I hadn’t wanted that, I would have just jerked you off.” I stretched out beside him and moved to kiss him, watching carefully. Some guys freaked out at the thought of come anywhere near their own mouth. He leaned toward me and licked my lips, then kissed me.
“Thank you, Theo. This was the best…. But you didn’t come.” He curled his fingers around my cock, and before I could tell him it was okay, he didn’t have to do that, he began jacking me off. He got me off with half a dozen expert strokes.
Oh, of course, I thought, once I’d recovered enough brain cells to think, he’d have jerked off himself, and he’d know enough to figure what pleased him wo
uld please me.
Before I could say anything, though, he slid his arms around me to hold me against him, and he fell back to sleep.
THE ALARM clock went off, and I buried my head under the pillow. What in God’s name had possessed me—
“Five more minutes, please?” The voice came from beside me, and I reared back, almost falling off the bed.
“Wills?”
“Huh?” He rolled over, brushed the hair out of his eyes, and blearily opened them.
Obviously he didn’t remember anything. How was he going to react to waking up in my bed?
The corner of his mouth curved in a pleased grin. “So it wasn’t a dream.” He began to lean toward me, but then he stopped. “Uh… I’d better brush my teeth.”
I was about to say, “Fuck that. I’ve tasted worse than morning breath,” but then it occurred to me that my breath was probably worse than his, since I hadn’t had the opportunity to brush my teeth since I’d swallowed his come.
“Morning, babe. You have to be at the morgue in an hour.”
“Shit! Do you mind if I shower?”
“Go ahead. I’ll make you breakfast.”
“Not sure if I have time, but I won’t say no to a cup of coffee.” Unselfconsciously, he strode into the bathroom, totally naked.
And I saw that his right calf also bore a scar. Shaking my head, I went around the room, picked up his clothes, and laid them out on the bed. And next to them I placed his shoulder holster. What did he do that he needed to carry a gun? What did Vince do?
Well, it wasn’t anything that concerned me.
I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and went into the kitchen. The coffee I’d made the night before was scorched and cold. I dumped it in the sink, rinsed out the pot, and while he showered, I ground fresh beans and started another pot brewing. Then I wrote out directions for a route one of my johns had assured me would avoid the worst of the morning traffic and get him to the morgue on time.
I included my phone number on the paper. In case he wanted to see me again. Not that I was going to push him.
With that done, I knew I had to find something for him to munch on. If he was going to the morgue, he’d need to have something in his stomach. Triumphantly, I pulled a box of saltines from the top shelf, where it was lurking behind the Hamburger Helper that Spike had brought home from a shopping trip with Paul. The saltines should be fresh enough. I took out a sleeve of crackers and placed it on the kitchen table.
And when I turned, there he stood in the doorway, fastening his watch, and I almost swallowed my tongue. He had let me fuck him. He had trusted me enough not to hurt him.
I must have said that out loud, because he looked up with a small smile. “I knew you wouldn’t hurt me, Theo.” He grinned and went back to fiddling with his watch strap.
“I could have gotten carried away.” I got a good look at his suit. “Jesus, you can’t go to work like that! Vince’ll have my head! Strip.”
“Why, Theo!”
“Just get out of your suit, okay?” I went to the closet where we stored the iron and ironing board, took them out, and set up the ironing board. Then I filled the iron with water and turned it on.
He handed me his trousers and stood there in his socks and with his shirttails barely covering his shorts. I barely noticed his shoulder holster and the gun it held.
If there was one thing I hated, it was ironing. That was why I made a point to do it quickly and competently—to get it done fast. Wills was pressed for time, but within ten minutes, his suit was ready.
“Okay, here you go.” I thrust the trousers at him, draped the jacket over a chair, and took a mug from the cabinet over the sink.
He tucked his shirt into his trousers, zipped and buttoned his fly, and stepped back into his shoes.
I filled the mug and handed it to him. “Take those saltines with you. They should settle your stomach if it gets queasy.”
“Hey,” he said softly, and I waved away his thanks.
“I just don’t want you getting docked. I’m easy, but I’m not cheap.”
He swallowed his coffee wrong and started choking.
“Are you okay?” I pounded his back.
“Stop! Stop!” He finally caught his breath. He finished the coffee, crossed to the sink, and put the cup on the drain, then slid his arms into his suit jacket. “How much do I owe you?”
“Well, I don’t see how I can charge you, when I was the one who fucked you.”
His color was high. “Just out of curiosity, what do you usually get?”
“Five hundred a night. I don’t do hourly rates anymore.” I’d cut my fee by fifteen hundred dollars, wanting to see how he would react to that. I really didn’t come cheap. I lounged against the breakfast bar.
He looked stunned. “Jesus! I’m making good money, but I can’t afford that.”
“Not even once a month?”
“I’d want to see you more frequently than that.” He ran his hand through his hair and muttered something that sounded like he was going to rent himself out.
“No!”
“Huh?”
I cleared my throat. “Are you serious about wanting to see me?”
“Yeah. I thought we could set something up. Dinner, maybe.”
“Like a… like a date?”
“Well, yes. I like you, Theo, and—”
“Yes!” Jesus, what was wrong with me? I was a professional; I should be more restrained. “I mean… uh… sure. That would be nice.”
“Good. I’ll give you a call after work.”
He was taking me to dinner, like a boyfriend. I barely kept myself from saying something stupid. “Let me get your coat.”
I took it from the closet and handed it to him. He shrugged into it.
“Here. Directions to the morgue.”
He took the paper and glanced over it.
“Don’t forget the saltines.”
“Thanks.” He put them in his pocket and fished out his car keys. And then he put an arm around my waist and pulled me into a kiss that had no trace of that careful shit from the hospital.
If he’d kissed me like this the night before, I’d have brought him home and fucked him through the mattress.
Oh, wait, I had done that!
God, I was being so silly.
He rubbed his lips back and forth over mine, finally letting me go with a satisfied hum. “I’ve gotta go.”
For a second I thought he would come back to me again, but then the door closed quietly behind him, and I was alone.
My lips were still tingling from that kiss. I locked the door and leaned back against it.
What a fantastic night it had turned out to be.
And then something on the console table by the door caught my attention. Dammit. It was the paper with the directions to the morgue. And my phone number.
My first thought was maybe it had simply fallen out of his pocket. Or maybe he’d dropped it.
Onto the table? my mind sneered.
Okay, so not too logical. My next thought was he hadn’t meant it when he’d said he wanted to see me again. He’d had his walk on the wild side, played with the rent boy, and now he was going on with his life. “Fuck.” I couldn’t believe how disappointed I felt. “Because I didn’t even get paid,” I assured myself, conveniently overlooking the fact I hadn’t mentioned my fee upfront, something I never failed to do.
I went back to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee before turning off the pot. I added milk and a couple of sugars and sat down at the breakfast bar.
Well, it had been a good night. The sex had been phenomenal, and I couldn’t believe the pleasure of sharing my bed with someone.
I finished my coffee and decided the best thing to do would be to go back to bed. But first I had to take a piss.
The bathroom was no longer humid from Wills’s shower. He’d folded the towel and draped it over the rack, but the bath mat was still damp. I ran my fingers over it.
There was no p
oint in mooning over something that wasn’t meant to be. Hadn’t I learned by now that it was useless?
I went back to bed. The scent of Wills’s aftershave lingered on his pillow, and I took it into my arms, as if it were him, and rested my cheek against it. As I lay there reliving the night before and regretting it wasn’t likely to happen again, a sudden thought crossed my mind—maybe he hadn’t left it on purpose. He had been pressed for time.
And while he hadn’t given me his phone number, I had something almost as good.
I reached for the extension by the bed and dialed Vince’s cell phone.
“Vincent.”
“Vince, it’s Sweetcheeks.”
“What are you doing up at this hour? Is everything all right?” He sounded tense.
“Oh, yeah, sure, everything is fine. I mean, I haven’t heard anything.” I remembered the blood tests he’d asked about, and I became tense myself. “Why, have you?”
“Sweetcheeks….” Now he sounded impatient.
“Okay, sorry. Um… is Wills there? Um….” I remembered how Vince addressed him. “Matheson? He… uh… he forgot something this morning.”
“Wills?”
“That is his name.”
Wills must have been right beside him, because after a moment of silence, I heard “Matheson.”
“Hi, Wills. It’s me. Um… Theo. I was kind of wondering if you found the morgue okay. You forgot the paper with the… uh… directions.”
“No, I didn’t forget it, Theo. I’ve been to the morgue, and I knew how to get there.”
“Oh. I… I see.” I felt as if I’d been slapped in the face. “Well, I’m sorry I bothered you. It won’t happen again—”
“As for your phone number…. Theo, I didn’t need the paper; I have a photographic memory. Your number is 202-555-0234. I thought you’d have gone back to bed. I was going to call you later.”
He knew my number. He was going to call. If I hadn’t been lying down, I would have danced across the floor. I decided to tease him a bit. “Where do you think I am right now?”
“You are in bed?”
“That’s right. In the bed that we made a complete wreck of last night, and I’m hard and wishing you were here so I could do something about it.”
