“Outstanding,” Rick confirmed, turning Billy away from him to inspect closely the area under discussion. “And that’s official.” “Mmm,” Billy purred as Rick caressed his nether cheeks. “Is that the Frederick Miles Feel of Approval?” “That’s right,” Rick said, his voice muffled as he pulled his shirt over his head. “And I intend to put my mark on every square inch of you.”
“Square inches for a square lion?” Billy asked, as Rick’s jeans hit the floor.
“You remember that?” Rick asked as he slotted his arousal in the downy valley of Billy’s buttocks. “I thought you were asleep.” “Let that be a warning to you,” Billy said as he pushed back against Rick’s hardness. “I hear you even in my sleep, so you’d better be nice.”
“It’s your niceness that’s up for debate,” Rick reminded as he brushed his lips along one smooth shoulder. “But I find your arguments more than persuasive.”
“Mmm, that’s nice,” Billy said as Rick nipped at his nape. “So you find me persuasive?”
“I find most of you to be downright seductive, irresistible even.” Billy hummed softly as a warm tongue traced the whorls of his ear. Rick plucked gently at the young man’s nipples, coaxing them to blunt points. Nibbling at Billy’s earlobe, Rick slid his hands slowly down to rest on either side of his lover’s rising flesh. Flattening his palms against the silky skin, Rick stroked the creases of Billy’s groin and thighs while pressing him firmly backward.
“You are getting me incredibly hot,” Billy murmured over his shoulder. Craning his neck, Rick captured the young man’s lips in an awkward but passionate kiss. Billy gave Rick his mouth, opening to him in utter trust. As the kiss deepened, one of Rick’s arms went around Billy’s chest while his other hand nestled possessively at Billy’s crotch. Billy whimpered into the other man’s mouth as his stiffening cock was fondled ardently.
“I’m not complaining, but could we take this to the bed?” Billy asked breathlessly. “My knees are going to give out soon.” “I’d catch you, babe,” Rick said. “But if you’re ready for bed, I’m not gonna argue.” “One second,” Billy said. “First, let’s find something we can use for lube. Remember what happened last time you stopped to look for it?”
“That’s not funny,” Rick said. “No, it bloody well isn’t,” Billy said. “So start searching, detective.” Rick swung Billy around in his arms and deposited him on the mattress before going into the bathroom. Billy could hear the man opening the cabinet and moving bottles on the shelves. In less than a minute, Rick returned holding a tube as though it were Excalibur.
“I take it that’s not toothpaste,” Billy quipped.
“Try Liqui-Silk Ultra-Glide Premium Personal Lubricant Gel,” Rick said.
Billy chuckled. “Paul thinks of everything, it would seem.” “Unless…. You don’t think one of the monks left this behind, do you?”
“Give me that,” Billy said. “If you’re just going to play with it, I’ll hold onto it.” Rick set the tube on the nightstand and stretched out on his side next to Billy. “Does it bother you to hear how beautiful you are?” he asked.
“No. Does it bother you?”
“I’m not beautiful,” Rick scoffed, trailing his fingers down Billy’s long thighs. “You most certainly are,” Billy said with feeling. “Have you ever looked in a mirror? You’re gorgeous and you’re dead sexy. My God, your eyes alone make you more beautiful than most men. And those cheekbones…”
“All right,” Rick said. “That’s enough of that.”
“So it does bother you,” Billy said gleefully.
“I didn’t say that,” Rick said, ruffling the dark curls around the young man’s arousal with his breath. “Rick?”
“Yep.”
“I’m all for letting you take the lead, but could we get on with it? I need to feel your hands on me.” Rick looked up into Billy’s eyes and a spark jumped the gap between them. Though Rick had resolved that their first time making love would be a gentle, slow-paced experience, he found his impatience matched the other man’s. All he could think of was plunging his aching arousal into Billy’s heat.
“Yes,” Billy sighed happily, as Rick took his mouth in no uncertain manner. Rick’s hands were everywhere, setting small fires that quickly blazed out of control until they merged into one great conflagration of pleasure. Rick moaned as the young man found his shaft and caressed him skillfully. The long cool fingers stroked and fondled the ex-cop’s straining cock, the weighty sack and moist cleft as the kiss went on. Rick was reluctant to leave the sweet mouth, but he kissed his way down the Brit’s long neck to his smooth chest. Billy lost contact with Rick’s groin and whined his displeasure as he started to rise. Rick threw a leg over Billy, pinning him as he lowered his mouth to tongue the young man’s nipples in turn. Billy’s complaint ceased for lack of breath. Rick had stolen it with his knowledge of erogenous zones. Billy panted, moaned, and cried out Rick’s name as the man caressed him to a fever pitch of excitement.
“Let me…” Billy said, as Rick slid lower. “Shhh,” Rick said. “I’m finishing what I started back at the safe house. I’m doing this because I want to. I don’t expect anything from you in return. Understand? You don’t have to touch me unless you want to. I’m going to do my best to get you off, but if you don’t cum, that’s okay. I’ll still enjoy what I’m about to do.”
Rick squirted some of the clear, sweet-smelling lubricant on his fingers and prodded delicately at Billy’s entrance. Billy spread his legs wider, and reached down to stroke Rick’s hair as the man put his cheek against the flat belly. Rick drew the head of Billy’s arousal into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip as he sucked gently. Billy held his breath as the teasing finger eased into him. Deftly, Rick found the slight swelling in the front wall of the resilient sheath. Rubbing firmly in figure eights, Rick stimulated the small gland as he bobbed his head on Billy’s shaft. Billy clutched at the sheets as the tension in his groin wound tighter and tighter. He had been here before, perched on this pinnacle, waiting to fly, but it rarely happened. It usually ended in frustration and a dull ache in his balls.
“It’s okay,” Rick said, relinquishing the stiff rod. “You can relax. I really don’t care if you cum or not. I just want to suck your beautiful dick and move my fingers around inside you.”
“You’re insane,” Billy murmured. “Possibly, but not because I want to make love to you,” Rick replied. “Seriously. Do whatever you want. I’m just going to go back to what I was doing.”
Billy gasped as a second finger joined the first and Rick engulfed his hard length down to the root. Eagerly, with all evidence of pleasure, Rick lavished attention on Billy’s cock, balls, perineum, and prostate. The young man was in a delirium of sensual bliss, giving himself freely for the first time.
“Oh God!” Billy exclaimed as the coil of spiraling sensation reached a point where he felt as though he would snap if it didn’t stop. “God! Please! Rick! I can’t…” Abruptly, Billy went utterly still. Then he sucked in a big breath and let it out in an abandoned cry of release. Rick continued to stroke the young man’s sweet spot as he swallowed the cum jetting from Billy’s cock. Letting the sated rod slide from between his lips, Rick withdrew his fingers from the clenching sheath and put his arms around his lover’s waist. “Bloody hell,” Billy said in a shaky voice. “You’ve cured me, mate.”
Rick snuggled his face into the young man’s quivering abdomen. “Nah. You came because you wanted to.”
“You make me want to cum,” Billy said, stroking Rick’s hair. “I’m not an object like a toy or a trophy to you.” “You were something of an obstacle for a while though.” “Shut up!”
“You sound like you’ve recovered. Ready for more?”
“I’m ready for your cock,” Billy said. “You’ve deprived me for too long.” “I guess this would be the optimum time,” Rick mused. “You’re lubed up, stretched a little, and all relaxed in the afterglow. Really no reason why we…”
“Ri
ck, please!” Billy interrupted. “Just give it to me. Now!” “Spoiled brat,” Rick commented as he moved between the tanned thighs.
“Who just spoiled me for all other men?” Billy countered. “Yeah, you say that now.” Rick continued talking to cover his sudden nervousness. “What if I’m a lousy cocksman?” “Cocksman? Is that a real word?” Billy asked.
“Pretty sure it is,” Rick said as he slicked his arousal.
“Sounds like you made it up,” Billy said, as the blunt head of Rick’s shaft pressed against his opening. “Then again…. Cocksman. Hmm. I like it.”
Rick leaned forward slightly, lifting one of Billy’s legs to his shoulder. The tip of his rock-hard dick entered the tight channel. “Oh God…yes!” Billy gasped. “I like it a lot!” “Let me know if I go too fast, or…”
“It’s fine. I’m fine. You’re fine. Everything’s fine. It’s fantastic, in fact! Go for it!”
“Easy, there,” Rick smiled. “Don’t forget; I’m injured.” “Poor baby,” Billy said with less than convincing sincerity. “I’m not wounded and I can take it. You don’t have to coddle me.” “I want to,” Rick said, sliding forward another inch. “I know you can take it, but why should you have to? This isn’t about me pounding away at you until I shoot my wad. If you’re not enjoying it, I won’t be able to either.”
“Are you joking?” Billy said incredulously.
“Nope. That’s my kink. I can’t get off unless my lover does.” “Mate, this has to be a dream,” Billy said.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” Rick said as he passed the halfway mark and Billy bore down on him. “Holy shit! That feels amazing.”
Billy smiled languidly. “If you like that,” he said, “you’ll love this.” Rick gasped as Billy planted the soles of his feet against the mattress, clenched his opening, and took in the rest of Rick’s shaft. Rick’s head dropped back and he let out his breath in a groan of intense pleasure as the ring of muscle flexed on the thick base of his cock. “Wow!” Rick breathed.
“That’s just the tip of the iceberg,” Billy said. “You’re on my playing field now and I intend to show you all my flashiest moves.” “Not all at once, I hope,” Rick said. “I’m not sure my heart could take it.” Billy laughed and Rick’s heart opened like a rose at the carefree sound. There were no shadows in Billy’s eyes just now; the young man’s gaze sparkled with humor, with desire, and with hope. With the same light, in fact, that illuminated Rick’s eyes.
Leaning in, Rick bent his lover’s limber body to capture the sweetly curved lips. With a kiss that was almost chaste in its reverence, he rocked gently in the velvet sheath. Small whimpers escaped Billy’s throat to be muffled by Rick’s mouth. Parting with Billy’s alluring lips for the moment, Rick straightened, wrapping an arm around the leg that rested on his shoulder. Nuzzling the inside of Billy’s knee, Rick pushed the young man’s opposite leg flat against the mattress and watched his arousal sliding in and out.
“You really are astonishingly beautiful,” Rick said softly. “If that pleases you, I’m happy to be beautiful for you,” Billy said in a strained voice. Rick pulled back until only the tip of his shaft was still sheathed. Grasping Billy’s lolling cock, Rick thrust in steady, shallow strokes. Billy lifted his buttocks, changing the tilt of his pelvis, and Rick took the hint. Angling his thrust to the right, Rick dragged the head of his shaft over his lover’s prostate.
“Just a…little…faster,” Billy panted, moving his hips in concert with Rick’s cadence. Rick complied gladly and was rewarded by the young man’s yelp of bliss. Warm, thick liquid spilled over Rick’s knuckles as Billy shuddered through a profound orgasm.
“I don’t…don’t believe it,” Billy stammered. “I never…” Rick grinned as he increased the speed and depth of his stroke, pulling Billy’s buttocks higher on his thighs. Billy opened his eyes and saw the joyous expression on his lover’s handsome face. Returning the smile, Billy arched his back, rising with the ease and grace of a gymnast to straddle Rick. Rick leaned back as Billy crouched over him, posting on the hard rod of flesh. Billy took one pink nipple between his teeth and the other between thumb and forefinger as he rode the other man mercilessly. Rick groaned deep in his chest as Billy reached under him to tease his opening. In the next moment, Rick’s release broke over him like a perfect wave, cresting, crashing, and foaming through him. Wrapping his arms around Billy, Rick rolled to the side, still ensconced, and pressed moist little kisses on every inch of skin he could comfortably reach. Billy all but purred contentedly in the shelter of Rick’s arms, as they caught their breath. Brushing the hair away from Billy’s damp forehead, Rick looked into his lover’s eyes.
“I think this is going to work,” he said. The grainy, sated sound of the man’s voice sent tingles skittering along Billy’s nerve endings and he moved restlessly. Rick shifted a bit and prepared to pull out.
“Sorry,” he said. “I kind of forgot I was still in the saddle.” Billy whined in protest and wrapped his long legs around Rick’s hips. “Stay,” he said. “And keep talking. I’m not uncomfortable and I like what the sound of your voice does to me.”
“You want to go again?” Rick asked. “I’m a little tapped out right this second, but give me a minute and I’ll see what I can do.” Billy’s lips curled in a fond smile. “I’m fine. I want to lay here in your arms, connected to you, and just be still for a while.” “You’ve been on the move for a long time, huh?” Rick nuzzled the young man’s neck. “A lifetime,” Billy said. “But I feel like I could settle now.” “Like…you want a home, and all that?”
“Yeah, that’s what I mean. I don’t need anything but you. I’d live in the streets again, if only you were there with me. I’d give up whatever you asked me to just to be with you. It’s a little scary how much I need you, but, yeah, I want the cottage and the bed of roses and everything.”
“You don’t have to be scared. I won’t leave you, and I won’t let anyone take you away from me. That’s a promise.”
Billy took Rick’s hand in his and held it over his heart. “I promise too,” he said drowsily. “Forever and ever.”
“I’d show you how happy that makes me if I wasn’t falling asleep.”
Billy laughed softly. “We’re both knackered,” he said. “I can’t believe I’m still making sense. I’ll let you sleep in a minute.” “I could listen to you talk for hours in that creamy, dreamy accent,” Rick said, laying back and pulling Billy closer. Billy snuggled in, putting an arm around Rick’s chest and throwing a leg over him. “It reminds me of this poem that was one of Arthur’s favorites. I thought it was unbelievably sad and I couldn’t understand why he liked it so much. I’m sure you know it; it’s that one by Frost. The one about stopping near the woods in the snow.”
“Yeah, sure,” Rick rasped. “‘The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.’” “And miles to go before I sleep,” Billy said drowsily. “Isn’t that sad?” “I know you kept a hard promise, babe,” Rick said in his lover’s ear. “But it’s over. You can sleep now and when you wake up, I’ll be right here.”
Billy’s eyes were closed, but his lips curved up in a smile so sweet that Rick had to kiss him just one more time. Billy drifted off and Rick was not far behind. The ex-police officer’s mind was filled with a torrent of possibilities, but he stemmed the tide for the time being. Plans could wait; right now, he was happy. With his arms and his heart full, Rick let sleep take him.
And as he slept, he dreamed of a cottage in winter, its windows alight with a buttery glow as he tramped home through the snow. In the open door, his lover stood with arms spread wide in welcome. Dropping his burdens, Rick ran toward his happiness.
CONNIE BAILEY I was born on an Air Force base and I’ve been in flight ever since. My father took the family with him wherever he was stationed; Spain, Morocco, Turkey, and Alaska were among his postings. While studying commercial arts, I married a musician who turned out to be a pilot in
disguise. Having no burning ambition of my own at the time, I devoted myself to his dream. His job as aircraft designer and competition pilot has taken us all over the world. I have now set foot on almost every continent (a personal life ambition), but I don’t hold out much hope for Antarctica anymore.
I have always loved to read. Since I was four, reading has been my favorite diversion and books my best friends. A few years ago, with my husband’s support, I set out to become a writer. I wrote every day and posted what I wrote at various Internet groups and later on livejournal. I cannot recommend this school of writing highly enough. The candid feedback I received was invaluable to my development. I kept working at it, and one day I received the most exciting e-mail ever. A publisher wanted to talk to me.
That’s pretty much it so far. There are a few fun facts like: my only child is a rescued Greyhound named Lizard, I live at a small grass airfield with a hang gliding school, I have what’s commonly referred to as a “photographic memory”, I collect words as a hobby, and my only nickname is “The Judge”.
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