by Jay Hogan
“F-fuck,” Josh stammered, reasserting his grip in Michael’s hair.
He tasted amazing, salty and herbal, with a hint of coconut from the body wash he used. Michael’s eyes lifted, content to find a glazed look of pleasure on Josh’s face, and with the man’s cock lodged deep in his throat, Michael continued to work Josh in a slow rhythm. He moved one hand to wrap around the base, holding Josh steady, while the other worked his balls in a leisurely roll. He then eased behind to tease Josh’s entrance.
“Mmm,” Josh rocked slowly, adding a slide in and out of Michael’s mouth.
Michael lifted two fingers to Josh’s lips, and he sucked them in, slicking them up. Michael figured it was as good a permission as any. He pulled his fingers free and slipped them to Josh’s hole, sliding first one, then two inside, finger-fucking as he continued to suck relentlessly. Josh pushed back, encouraging them deeper. Then he arched with a groan and gripped Michael’s hair tight, and Michael knew he’d hit the spot.
He let his jaw slacken and held still as Josh began a gentle thrust that grew more forceful, grabbing breaths when he could. He continued to work Josh’s ass with his fingers but let Josh set the pace. It was rough and dirty, and exactly what Michael loved. Simon had always been too scared of hurting him to truly let go, but Michael trusted Josh; he seemed to be opting for depth rather than speed, keeping it manageable.
It wasn’t long before he sensed Josh edging close, and when Josh pulled out of his mouth, Michael immediately withdrew his fingers and squeezed the base of Josh’s cock to bring him back down. There were some things he wasn’t prepared to leave to Josh’s control. He sure as fuck wasn’t coming before Michael was ready for him. Getting to his feet, he met those chocolate hooded eyes with a smirk.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” Josh breathed, surprising Michael by pulling him into a soft embrace and placing a run of sweet kisses over his black eye. He pulled Michael’s lower lip between his teeth and nibbled gently, teasing, licking, and kissing as if acknowledging Michael’s efforts.
After a blowjob like the one Michael had just bestowed, Josh had to be fit to bust, and Michael had fully expected to be in the middle of a rough-and-ready fucking right about now. Instead it was this tender, heady display of affection. Well, shit. And it wasn’t like Michael was gonna turn that down.
At length, Josh pulled away and pushed Michael to his back on the bed, falling on top and crawling up his body in slow motion. His gaze was intent as he paused to kiss the end of Michael’s nose, and a shiver of anticipation slid over Michael’s skin.
“I believe it’s my turn,” Josh whispered, looking for all the world like he was two seconds from eating Michael alive.
Bring it on. Michael gripped his chin in his hand and smiled up at him. “How long since you’ve fucked, did you say?”
Josh sucked Michael’s thumb into his mouth, rolling it around his tongue a few times before letting go. “I didn’t.” He grinned. “But yeah, it’s been a while.”
“Figured as much. Well, just make sure you leave my bits up and running when you’re done, okay?”
Josh grinned. “No promises.”
“Fuck me.” Michael threw his head back on the bed.
“You got it.” He gripped both of Michael’s wrists and pinned them above his head.
Holy shit. That hadn’t been in the fine print. “Ah, Joshua?” Michael bucked and squirmed for release, admittedly not too desperately since his fucking traitorous cock was leaking like a goddamn faucet. Josh merely increased his hold and sat astride him, locking eyes.
“You gonna trust me?” Josh leaned down to press a kiss to Michael’s lips.
No. Yes. Maybe. They stared each other down for a few seconds. Fuck it. Yes. Michael nodded. This wasn’t a scene he ever allowed or was in any way comfortable with, but yeah, okay, he was prepared to see where it went. He made a mental note to be less cocky in his assumptions about quiet men. Although Josh was taller and bigger built, Michael had taken the man for a bottom or an occasional switch at most. Wrong, he mused, nervously. Right now, there was nothing but bossy top written all over the guy. That was a minor concern as that was pretty much the role Michael played without exception and had no intention of relinquishing. This was going to be interesting.
“Do I need a safeword?” He arched a brow.
“How about ‘stop’?” Josh deadpanned.
Michael laughed and immediately relaxed.
And with that, Josh began a top to toe exploration of Michael’s body, trailing kisses and licks as he went, pausing to suck and nibble on each of Michael’s nipples, rolling the piercings over his tongue and causing him to arch and groan at the sensation overload shooting straight to his dick. He traced the lines of each tattoo with interest, and every time he hit a hot spot, he lingered, nipping, licking, and teasing until Michael squirmed in frustration, cursing and swearing blue murder for Josh to get the fuck on with it or face the dire consequences.
“You’re killing me here,” Michael hissed. “My cock will be past its use-by date if you don’t get a move on.” Josh released his hands with an order to “stay put,” and Michael snorted in disbelief. Why the hell would he move when paradise was right here? Every taste, every caress, every kiss and nibble grew Michael’s desire and frustration equally. He was at best two licks away from self-combustion, and he couldn’t give a flying fuck. Holding out until he got his dick inside the other man was all but a Hail Mary at this point.
Speaking of dicks, Josh’s tongue skirted Michael’s, much to his burning frustration, but did come to rest over his balls, paying some welcome attention there before continuing south. Tongue, teeth, and lips tracked down the inside of Michael’s thighs to the tip of his toes, where he licked and sucked each one into his mouth before journeying back.
Christ on a cracker. Michael was busting out of his skin with need and ready to commit bodily assault when Josh suddenly took his cock deep in his mouth in one swallow.
“Thank God for that,” he cried, bucking into Josh’s mouth and eliciting what he could only assume was a muffled snort of laughter from the bastard. He pulled off, then took Michael down again, swallowing when Michael’s cock hit the back of his throat, damn near dragging an orgasm from him on the spot. The warning tingle in the base of his spine forced him to grab Josh’s head and pull him off.
“Too c-close,” he huffed.
Josh slid to his knees, grabbed Michael’s hips, and flipped him like a pancake but significantly slower, before gently lifting him up onto all fours. Michael still winced. “Ow and ow.”
“Shit, sorry.” Josh kissed the back of his neck. “You wanna stop?”
“Don’t you fucking dare. It’s okay.” Michael hissed, holding his breath against the flash of pain. “It’s fine.” It wasn’t yet, but it would be. And anyway, what the hell? Michael couldn’t remember having ever been hauled around in bed before. Christ. He was going to need therapy if he survived the afternoon. Still, in for a penny and all that. So far this had been the best damn sex ever, but fun as it was, it really was time for Michael to clarify how things needed to go from here on in.
He swung an arm and latched on to Josh’s shoulder. “Hey. Um, I don’t bottom well… or at all, actually,” he stated. “Not my style, sorry. Should’ve said, but I just thought… well I was wrong about you, or so it seems.” Behind him, Josh had frozen in place, and Michael really, really hoped this wasn’t about to ruin things. Seconds later a kiss was pressed on the inside of his wrist. Huh.
“Noted.” Josh followed up with a second kiss, this one to Michael’s butt. “I’ll be sure to take it nice and slow, then.” A further kiss to his other cheek and one to the base of his spine. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, I can’t fucking wait to get inside you.”
Wait. What? Michael slapped the man’s shoulder and received a slap on his butt in reply. Fucker. “Didn’t you hear me?” he demanded.
Josh licked a trail down his crease and across his hole, and it was all Michael
could do not to dissolve into the bed and tell the guy to do whatever the fuck he liked, and Michael would simply be grateful.
“Yep, heard every word, but—” Josh’s hand reached around and tugged at Michael’s impossibly hard dick, which was currently drooling all over the sheet. “—this tells another story, Doctor Oliver. I think you want to be fucked badly, but you’re running scared.”
Yes. No! “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Still not hearing that safeword.”
Say it. Say it. “Ugh. Whatever.” No, that wasn’t it. “So, you just gonna sit there or are we gonna do this, wolf-man?”
Josh bit his ass, and Michael yelped. Fucking embarrassing. And… shit, shit, shit. Michael was about to bottom. So not in the plan, not in the plan at all. Even with Simon, he’d only offered a few times, the last over two years ago. He should just stop this nonsense now. He braced his hands to throw Josh off, but before he could, Josh’s languid tongue slid between his buttcheeks and pressed slick and taut into his hole, obliterating all intention.
“Goddamn,” he muttered, face-planting the mattress and biting the sheets, melting into the luscious sensations. I am so totally fucking screwed. And yeah, literally.
Josh’s treacherous tongue slid over and against Michael’s entrance, dipping in now and then to taste and tease, and Michael relished the soft burn of those whiskers, sure he’d have a rash to remember them by.
Rimming was another thing Michael hadn’t allowed himself to enjoy in too long. Way too intimate for a casual fuck. It needed trust, for a start. And it was like Josh had a road map to Michael’s happy place, intent on ticking all the boxes en route—any thought of throwing him off dissolving into a boneless pool of delight. And when Josh speared his tongue and pushed in hard, fucking Michael in quick darting prods, Michael sank farther into the mattress, grinding his teeth in needy frustration. And yeah, dammit. Hell, if he didn’t want that tongue out and the man’s cock in its place in short order. Not that he was going to tell him that.
“Patience,” the fucker replied, as though Michael had voiced the thought aloud. Shit, maybe he had. Then Josh added a finger to the mix, and then two, the combination damn near pushing Michael over for the umpteenth time. Sensing that, Josh pulled up and flipped Michael onto his back once again, a little more carefully this time, settling between his legs.
“Will you quit doing that?” Michael scowled, receiving a wicked grin in reply before Josh’s lips pressed against his once again. God, the man could kiss.
Helpless against the onslaught and desperate for release, he slid his arms around Josh, gripped his butt, and jammed their bodies together, wrapping his legs around Josh’s waist. Could he be more fucking obvious? The guy really needed to get on with it before Michael chickened out or his dick went incandescent.
Josh reached for the foils and lube thrown on the bed earlier. He handed a packet to Michael, whose hands remarkably found a will of their own, since his brain was on sabbatical, allowing him to roll the condom in place. He added a couple of light tugs to that ample cock in the process to spur the man on. God, was he really gonna allow this? Josh squirted some lube onto the head of both their dicks and slicked them up.
Michael batted Josh’s hand away. “Enough already. If you don’t damn well fuck me soon, I’m going to blow and there’ll be no more fun for you,” he said irritably.
Josh placed a kiss on the head of Michael’s dick. “Or you,” he answered. But he’d gotten the message, lifting Michael’s legs to rest on his shoulders.
Shit. “Missionary? Really?” Michael tried to make light of it, but the whole idea of being face-to-face with this man freaked him out.
Josh studied him. “Yes, really. I wanna see that gorgeous face every fucking minute. Don’t wanna miss a thing.”
Oh. “Um, okay.”
Michael couldn’t believe he was doing this. He felt so damn exposed. In his entire life, he’d only trusted a couple of men enough to bottom for them, and he knew virtually nothing about Josh other than the guy had hated him on sight. Could he be more stupid? And yet, he did trust him. There was nothing surer.
Josh was poised above Michael, watching intently. Balanced on one hand while the other rubbed his full cock up and down Michael’s crease, he waited. It was clear he was offering Michael a last opportunity to back out, and that was all Michael needed to know.
He nodded. “Just fucking do it already,” he grumbled, failing to sound anything but desperate for it.
Josh grinned and pressed in, breaching Michael’s tight outer ring with the flush head of his cock in a single slow push before pausing inside. Dusting off his CliffsNotes to Anal Sex 101, Michael bore down a little to make the entry easier, screwing his eyes shut for the few seconds it took the sting of the stretch to ease. It had been a long, long time, and he was tight as hell.
The bite of pain dissolved quickly, and Michael opened his eyes to find Josh watching him steadily. He gave him a tiny nod and locked on to his lips. They shared a deep kiss as Josh gave another gentle push, sliding in until Michael could tell he was buried to the hilt.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” Josh said thickly. He was holding still, allowing Michael time to adjust. “So fucking hot.”
Michael wriggled a little beneath him, feeling full and weird, and yeah, fucking amazing. “I’m pleased for you. Now move, you bastard, before you put down roots.”
Josh snorted and began to thrust, starting slow and building up speed. He changed the angle a couple of times until he pegged Michael’s prostate. The electric thrill fired through Michael, swallowing him in waves of heated pleasure that grew by the second. The glorious sensation of being filled and held, watched and attended to, every part of his body claimed in the process. God. He’d always wondered what guys saw in bottoming. How it could ever compare to what he felt as a top. What an idiot.
The intensity of the experience and the powerful sensations blew his mind. Not less or more than topping but blazingly different, and he knew, without doubt, it was down to Josh. He was being properly topped for the first time. Simon had never been fully comfortable in that role. A flicker of concern passed through his mind. Had he been a good top to his own partners over the years? The thought was there and gone before he could worry too much about it.
“Fuck. Me,” he mumbled, balling the sheet in his hand to hold on as Josh thrust relentlessly into him, taking him closer to the edge.
“Yep, getting right on that,” Josh hissed, his gaze locked on the sight of his dick moving in and out of Michael’s arse. “Wish you could see this.”
“Um… kinda… busy,” Michael gasped, snaking a hand between them to work his own dick to the same rhythm. He winced a little as he grazed over his sore ribs but ignored it. This was not stopping.
Josh wrapped his hand around Michael’s. “Come for me.” He bent down to take Michael’s mouth once again, and Michael gripped his head with his free hand, holding him tight against his lips. The guy kissed like a machine, and he wasn’t sure what was driving him closer to the edge, Josh’s cock in his arse or his tongue fucking his mouth.
“I’m close,” Josh mumbled against his lips, straightening and batting Michael’s hand away from his dick so he could take over, pumping swiftly. Josh’s head fell back, and the look of pleasure on his face as he was about to come undone had Michael’s balls drawing up and his cock erupting ribbons of cum between them. Chasing the waves of pleasure, Michael squeezed his ass to increase the sensation for Josh, knowing how good that felt from the other side. The man groaned, shuddered, and spilled himself into Michael’s ass. Yes. They both stilled as they came down, gazes locked on each other until Josh finally collapsed onto Michael’s chest, breathing heavily.
“Ow, shit.” Michael pushed Josh off his battered torso and onto his side. He flung his arms out wide, his entire body boneless, and waited for his brain to return to his head sometime next century.
“Sorry.” Josh nestled alongside, tying the condom off a
nd throwing it to the floor. Then he propped himself up on one elbow, leaned across, and cleaned Michael’s dick and stomach with long sensual licks.
Michael summoned the strength to raise his head and watch open-mouthed. “Hot damn,” he whispered, curling his fingers in the other man’s blond spikes, stroking gently. He was generally all about the fuck and a quick wipe afterwards to get rid of the “ick” factor, not this. This was intimate. But hell if he wasn’t enjoying every minute of it.
He just didn’t get the guy. Damn reluctant to get in the bed, but once there, a freaking dominating sex machine with all the optional extras turned on. Michael couldn’t remember the last time he’d had the full-service option, if ever.
When Josh was finished, he pressed a kiss to Michael’s lips, flicking his tongue inside to share his taste before stretching out like a cat alongside. He draped an arm over Michael’s chest, careful to avoid his bruises, and snuggled in. Huh. No leaping from the bed to keep things casual. No checking whether Michael was cool about the intimacy. No awkward “do I, don’t I?”, “is this okay?” shit. No. Basically the man just owned the skin on skin and demanded a cuddle as if they did it every day of their freaking lives.
So, yes. Michael Oliver was officially snuggling, damn sure it contravened every fuck buddy commandment he was aware of. And yes, there went his hand to hold Josh’s arm firmly in place. Michael shook his head. He was clearly suffering some kind of shock. Probably due to experiencing the best sex of his freaking life as a freaking bottom.
“Well, fuck me, wolf-man,” he sighed, stroking Josh’s arm, enjoying the hard muscle twitching beneath.
Josh buried his face against Michael’s chest and inhaled deeply. “Mmm. You smell really good, but I think I might need a few more minutes.” His tongue flicked over Michael’s nipple.
Michael twitched and swatted him. “Quit that.” He wrapped his other arm around Josh, enveloping him and burying his fingers in those blond spikes.
