He stood naked, with his back to me, as he filled the tub and started the jets. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.
I’m so glad you’re all right,” I said. “Don’t you ever take that shortcut again.”
He turned in my arms, grinned, then tapped me on the nose to punctuate his words. “I thought I told you to quit fussing.”
I took his finger between my teeth and nipped it, then I sucked it deeper, sweeping my tongue over the top. He pulled me close and guided me into the tub, stroking my skin as we immersed ourselves in the frothy water. The air smelled sweet from the scented candles—like apple cinnamon cider.
He plunged two more fingers into my mouth, and I suckled these while my hand slid beneath the water. Slowly my touch slithered down his stomach. I watched his face knit in anticipation and I teased him, swirling circles over his inner thigh until he moaned and rubbed his cock up against my lower abdomen. Then my grip coiled around his slippery, rock hard shaft.
He pulled his fingers from my mouth and cradled the back of my head with his other hand. He yanked my lips to his for a hungry kiss. I moaned as his tongue slid over mine. The fingers I had suckled now sought out my cock, squeezing it tight then gliding up and down my erection.
As we touched, I briefly pondered how I now understood the difference between having sex and making love. The act became more than simply getting your rocks off and getting someone else’s off once strong emotion was involved. It became about the familiar feel of his skin. The warmth that seeped from him into me. The soft sighs, the attentive squeezes, the dirty talk that transformed into a lover’s endearment. It became about bonding as well as orgasm. Like I wanted to get as far inside my lover as I could, commune with him.
“Oh, Jack, I love you,” I whispered as he tore his lips from mine and turned me in his arms so we spooned.
His hot breath tickled the shell of my ear. “I love you, too.”
How strange it was that the rebel I’d met and fucked in an alley, on the day of my sister’s wedding, had now transformed into my best friend and partner. I never thought I could spend the rest of my life with anyone, but he was someone I could easily grow old with.
His teeth grazed my earlobe while a hand caressed the slope of my pecs, over the plane of my belly, then closed around my cock. He nipped a path up my ear before his tongue slithered inside, sparking sensation that zipped straight to my cock, making it harder.
I groaned as his thumb brushed over my penis hole. “Oh, you touch me just right.” Then he stroked beneath the ridge, teasing my sweet spot with slow circles.
“I love the way you respond to my touch,” he said, just before he nibbled and sucked along the side of my neck.
The sensation flooded through me from his fingers, his tongue, lips, and teeth. Coupled with the warm water bubbling up around us, I drifted in a calm, erotic paradise. His hand pumped me faster, tighter, and I thrust into his embrace, lifting my ass higher and higher until waves sloshed over the side of the tub.
“James.” His breath tickled my collarbone as he spoke, making me shiver. “I’m going to fuck your sweet, pretty boy ass, right now.”
I growled out laughter as I spread my legs wide for him. “Who’re you calling pretty?”
His cock slid between my ass cheeks, slipping up and down the length of my crack, and then he teased my throbbing asshole with his thick glans. I pushed my anus against his penis, rolling my hips backward to give him better access. But still he denied me, pulling his dick away with a wicked laugh.
“Are you going to fuck me or torture me?” I gasped and molded both my hands to his hip, gripping them fiercely as I tried to shove his swollen cockhead deep inside me.
“A bit of both,” he said, still evading entry. “I like to watch you squirm.”
Finally his cock pierced my anal canal, its shaft driving deep inside me as its girth massaged my rectum. I hissed air out between my teeth, closed my eyes as I soaked up this exquisite stimuli. My fingers continued to dig into his hips, urging him to fiercely ram me.
While his penis pounded away at my ass, he kept working my cock with a grip that went from sensuous to primal and back again. Sometimes his fingers would lightly skim up and down the slippery shaft, then he would tease the glans with feathery strokes that had me moaning and wriggling on top of him. He pinched and plucked at my sweet spot under the ridge, until the sensation from this erogenous zone zipped like lighting from my cock to my brain. Coherent thought was drowned out by a blissful sea flowing through my synapses. My dick pulsed with the growing need to come hard.
He reached under my penis and cupped my balls, rolling and squeezing them tenderly, then applying more pressure. My asshole clenched hard around his slamming cock as he did so. My whole groin felt consumed by a delicious fire. It was like a insistent itch being scratched just right, and our shared need grew closer to satisfaction, culmination.
One hand slipped from his hip to touch the side of his face. Our stubbled cheeks rasped against each other and our lips hovered inches apart.
“Cum with me,” I said, as my orgasm crested and he milked me faster still. “Cum deep inside me, lover.” He pumped me like a wild beast as my semen sprayed from my cock and splattered the tile.
“I’m with you.” He spoke with his lips mashed against my cheek as he shoved his penis in me to the root. “Here I go…ummmm…I’m cuming.”
I felt his dick twitch once, twice, as it caressed my prostrate a final time. His salty seed shot through me, and we both went rigid as we rode out these shockwaves of ecstasy. Then we went limp in the churning water, panting as we held each other close and gathered our senses.
After awhile, I turned in his arms and took in his handsome face. “Wait here. I’ll be right back. I want to ask you something before dinner.”
Before he had a chance to stop me, I slipped from the tub, not bothering with a towel as I ran, dripping water in my wake, to grab his ring. When I returned, wearing a grin from ear to ear, I knelt at the side of the tub. His puffy eye had opened some, and he regarded me with a curious, twinkling amber gaze.
I took a deep breath. “Once upon a time, not so long ago, you gave me a ring, and you asked me to live with you. Well, Jack Randall, now I’m giving you a ring, and I’m asking you to marry me.”
White teeth shone as his lips curled in a devastatingly sexy smile. “What can I say but yes?”
***
Three days later, Jack came home with a ring for me. A gold band with a single diamond and an inscription: forever and a day. He also told me the boys in the band had a bachelor party planned for us, and he wanted to talk to me about that.
“What they have in store is wild times,” he said, focusing intently on me as we sat on the couch. “How do you feel about that, James?”
My face wrinkled in a puzzled frown. “What do you mean?”
He drew closer, took my hand, and swept a kiss over it. “Well, before, when we fooled around with other people together, we weren’t engaged. They’ve got an orgy brewing. Now that we’re going to be partners, life partners, how do you feel about things like that? Be honest with me.”
I knew that, before me, Jack considered himself ethically promiscuous, meaning he was always up front with his sexual partners that he wanted nothing more than sex, he protected himself, and he gave as well as received pleasure. He just wasn’t, at that time, looking for a serious partner. He did like to experiment sexually with me, and he loved watching me engage in erotic acts with others. He told me he found this incredibly hot.
“If you want monogamy,” he continued. “You’ve got it. You’re worth everything and anything to me. I want you to be happy.”
My heart swelled from his sincere confession. A strong wave of love made my throat tighten as I ran my hand down the side of his face. “Jack, as long as we always share these experiences together, I’m happy. I can share your body with others, but I must be the only one who possesses your heart.”
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nbsp; He gave me an intense look that made my pulse pound. “I guarantee you’re my soul mate. I knew it the moment I saw you in that alley.”
***
Our bachelor party was held at the same pub where Jack took me on my first gang adventure. Only now the small place was packed to the rafters. Industrial goth music boomed from the speakers, its thumping bass matching the pounding excitement that seemed to thrum through all the guests.
We’d talked about having the party at Jack’s club, A Night In Heaven, but we’d decided we wanted something more intimate, and we told Jack’s band mates to extend invitations to only our closest friends.
“Hey,” Darby, the drummer for Bayside Punks, shouted from behind the bar. He now sported a rainbow colored Mohawk and a new eyebrow piercing. “Where are those damn strippers, Corey? They’re supposed to arrive at 11:30. It’s 12:15 now.”
Corey, the bald headed bass player in Jack’s band, just shrugged his wide shoulders then ran a hand down his salt-and-pepper beard. “I’ll go give them a call. Keep your pants on.”
“I swear I can’t leave any planning to him.” Darby shook his head and went back to pouring shooters. He’d spruced the pub up recently, with help from Jack and I. The wood paneling had been stripped out and replaced with new mahogany trim. Green brocade wallpaper gave the place a vintage look.
“They’re on their way,” Corey said, reappearing at the dark, wooden counter just as we sat to order drinks.
“Well, they better be here in fifteen.” Darby glanced at the clock as he strolled toward me and Jack. “I should ask for a discount. That’ll teach ‘em to be tardy.”
His face went from pinched annoyance to a dazzling smile as he stopped in front of me and my fiance. “Now, boys, what’ll it be? All drinks are free tonight, remember. You’re the guests of honor. And don’t worry about getting plastered, cause you can crash at my place.” He pointed above him, to the small apartment he lived in above the pub.
We ordered, then took our drinks over to the pool tables so we could greet more of our friends. I ran a hand over the green, felt surface of the one tucked in the far right corner. My mind flashed back to that night that Jack, Darby, Corey, and the rest of the band seduced me atop this table. Heat crept into my cheeks and my cock twitched in my pants.
Jack noticed me looking, for he slid an arm across my shoulders and pulled me close against him. “Seems like only yesterday, doesn’t it?”
I gazed into his eyes, ran my fingers over his bristly cheek. “I can’t believe it’s been over a year.”
Just as he leaned in to kiss me, the front doors of the pub swung wide open. Over the pulsing drumbeat filling my ears, I heard Darby call out, “About fuckin’ time. Wait a minute…” Then his voice was drowned out by a mixture of cheers, catcalls, and a stream of curses.
Jack raised his eyebrow at me. He wore a puzzled expression.
I shrugged back at him. “Must be the strippers.”
We made our way through the tightly packed crowd, and as we did I heard someone say, “I can’t believe it’s him! That he’d dare show his face here.”
Another added, “What nerve.”
As the throng of muscled, sweaty men parted, I found Jack and I had been separated. Taylor, the gorgeous brunette lead guitarist of Bayside Punks, had cornered my partner for a chat. Jack looked concerned, and so did Taylor. Now, as I glanced back at the new arrivals, I knew why.
The strippers were here. Oh, yes, indeed they were. Only one of them was Anthony Cabella, Jack’s ex-lover and longtime rival. I’d made the horrid mistake of cheating on Jack with this cunning player, only to later learn Anthony made a habit, a game, out of stealing Jack’s boyfriends through vicious lies. He and Jack had once been a couple, but when their relationship ended, Anthony, acting like a lover scorned, turned all his hate on my fiance.
“He is not our stripper,” Corey said, coming up beside me. “I know because I handpicked the two who were supposed to show up tonight.” He shook his head and gave me an apologetic look. “Shady bastard arranged this somehow.”
“C’mon,” I said to Corey, setting my glare on the pompous, willowy Anthony. “Let’s go ask him politely to leave.”
Corey nodded. “And if he doesn’t?”
I flexed my fist, glanced over my shoulder to see Jack and Taylor had disappeared amidst the crowd. “Then we make him leave.”
Corey and I made a beeline for Anthony. As we drew closer, I noticed he was accompanied by a massive bear who looked like a surly biker. All auburn curls falling past his shoulders, two sleeves of tattoos, dark sunglasses drawn down so he could survey the crowd over the top of the shiny lenses. He scratched his beard and turned back to the animated argument the bouncer and Anthony were engaged in. The bouncer, also a good friend of ours, knew that Anthony was most certainly not on the guest list.
“You are not tonight’s entertainment,” the bouncer said, and Anthony stood defiantly, arms crossed over his sleek cheetah chest. He was clad in gleaming pleather accented by tiny chains. The bear towered behind him, clad in tight jeans and a sleeveless pleather vest that was open, displaying his hairy, well-defined chest.
“I was hired for this party by him,” Anthony protested, pointing toward the bar where Darby had been. But Darby had recruited two other guys to take over serving, and he now stalked toward the spectacle as well.
Before the bouncer could reply, I shot forward, shoving through the onlookers and knocking one poor gawker to the floor. My hand curled around Anthony’s throat, and I had him up against the wall of the pub before the bouncer, or Anthony’s henchman, could react.
“I don’t know how you set this up,” I snarled in his smug face. “But you’re not welcome here, and I suggest you leave before I make that pretty face an unattractive mess.”
His cruel, green eyes flashed. He wrapped his lithe fingers around my shaking fist and tried to pry me off. His spidery grip was strong, but I held fast. “Better watch out,” he said, indicating with a nod that I should look over my shoulder. “My boy’s coming, and he doesn’t look happy. He’s a great help, you know? Roughed up Jack’s face quite expertly, didn’t he?”
My eyes went wide just as a beefy paw closed over my shoulder. “What’re you talking about?
His smirk was now laced with malice. “Didn’t your Jack tell you how he got that split lip? That puffy eye?” He gauged my reaction, and his smirk morphed into a sneer. “Oh my…he didn’t tell you, did he?” The hand around me shoulder tightened and tugged as Anthony pressed his nose to mine. “You see, Rick and I met up with your boy in the alley the other day, and we thought we’d give him some scars. You know, add some character.”
That was it. The rage built until everything seemed to go black. The hand clutching at my shoulder fell away as my clenched fist slammed forward. It pistoned into Anthony’s face three more times, and blood trickled over my fingers before someone pulled me off my quarry. The dark fog of fury lifted just in time for me to enjoy watching the interloper slide to the floor. His nose was a busted mass that I’d spread across his proud face. My chest filled with a black, vicious glee.
Then I heard shouts behind me. I whirled around to find my Jack, Corey, Taylor, and Darby had swarmed the massive bear Anthony brought with him. Fists and arms flew in blinding streaks of action. I heard the large man give an angry cry, then he toppled to the floor and the boys stepped away from him. I rushed over to be with Jack, to make sure he was all right.
A bit of blood from the fallen man streaked Jack’s neck and his throat. His knuckles were split and bleeding, as were mine, but we’d suffered minor wounds in this battle. The rest of the boys already helped the large, bloody and battered man to his feet. Jack and I watched as both he and Anthony were tossed out the door.
I turned to Jack after we headed behind the bar to clean and bandage our minor scrapes. “Why didn’t you tell me Anthony and his hulk were the ones who messed you up last week?”
He cast me a surprised glance, then fo
cused on the ice machine. “I didn’t want you to worry. I know how you get, James.”
“What did he want? Why did he rough you up?”
Jack took a deep breath that filled out his sculpted chest, then he let it go slowly. “He begged me to take him back. Shit, we haven’t been together in three years. I have no idea where that guy’s head is at.” His eyes met mine, and his gaze appeared concerned that I’d judge him harshly for the lie. “He propositioned me to a threesome in the alley with his hulk there. I told him to fuck off. I had the man I loved waiting for me at home.”
I smiled and encircled his neck with an arm. “I really do own your heart.”
He gave that crooked grin I so adored. “We only share our bodies together. I will never betray you again, James Smith.”
“Neither will I. And I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” I put my forehead against his and stared deeply into his eyes.
Corey and Taylor jumped up on one of the pool tables. “Well, without strippers, looks like we have to provide the entertainment tonight. Gather ‘round, and let’s get this party started!”
Corey held a bottle of Jack Daniels high in the air and the crowd raised arms while they cheered. Jack and I exchanged a look and a laugh as his two band mates began strutting and shedding clothes atop their pool table stage.
I took Jack’s hand, kissed each of his fingers and then lightly sucked on the tips before I said, “Let’s go join in the fun.”
Corey held out his hand to pull me up on top the table, while Jack sat on the green surface and swung his legs up onto the now badly scuffed felt. The two of us were soon as naked as our dance partners.
My head swam from a mixture of alcohol and adrenaline. I still hadn’t come down fully from the altercation high, and now an erotic daze began to build as Jack’s hands smoothed over my sweat dampened, bare skin. I cupped his ass with my palms and yanked his groin against mine, rubbing our stiffening cocks across each other until he clasped my neck and pulled me in for a carnal kiss.
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