Day, Xondra - Our Dirty Little Secret (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (11 page)

He gingerly jacked it up and down and then squeezed, a drop of clear fluid oozing from the slit—pre-cum. He stuck out his tongue and tasted it, feeling its salty taste linger.

“
Suck it, handsome,
”
encouraged Jackson.
“
Take it in your mouth and suck my hot cock.
”

He did.

“
Oh yeah, that
’
s it. Take me deep, all the way. Open up your throat. Yeah, just like that, cutie.
”

He felt his eyes watering as his gag reflex kicked in on every downstroke, his tongue tracing each inch. He wanted to do well. He wanted to please this hot, sexy-as-fuck man.

Jackson pulled back from him, his cock popping out of Mike
’
s mouth.
“
You did good. With more practice, you
’
ll do even better. Let
’
s get you out of those jeans. I want to see that ass and cock of yours.
”

He slid out of his jeans and boxer shorts, climbing on the bed with Jackson in close pursuit.

“
You
’
re perfect.
”
Jackson kissed him, this time with more force than before. He was definitely a man in total control. Mike liked it. A lot.

When Jackson moved and positioned himself between his legs, he wondered what was to come next. And when his feet ended up on Jackson
’
s firm shoulders, he felt nervous again.

“
Trust me. You do trust me, right?
”

He nodded.
“
Yes.
”

Jackson opened his hand to reveal a condom and a small package of lube. The man came prepared.
“
Nice and tight,
”
he said, a slick finger sliding between Mike
’
s cheeks, his index finger massaging once the intended target had been found.

He winced, feeling a finger pushing inside his tight, virgin asshole. When he cried out, Jackson stopped.

“
Open up for me. Relax.
”

It was easy for him to say. He was the freaking top!

“
Push down, it makes it easier,
”
explained Jackson.
“
You feel so hot and tight. It
’
s going to feel great fucking you with my cock.
”

He watched as a condom was applied, and then when Jackson pushed into him, he pushed down again, just as he was directed to do. It did make it a little easier, but there was still pain, a hell of a lot of pain that forced him to grip the bed sheets.
“
Fuck,
”
he yelled, taking it, every last fucking inch.

“
I plan on it, all night long, babe.
”

He almost laughed at that line, but instead a naughty grin formed. With his eyes shut he started to feel something different.
Hot!

He pushed down, this time not with his asshole but with his entire body. He wanted Jackson all the way inside him.

“
Do it like that. Grind down on my cock, handsome. You know you want it. You want me fucking that tight, virgin asshole. Fuck yeah, man. Do me like that. Work my cock with that hot hole. Milk me, you studly bastard!
”

Just the dirty talk alone was enough to make his balls burst. This, combined with Jackson between his legs fucking him hard and pumping his cock, was absolute heaven.

“
Fuck me,
”
he said, his voice a mere whisper, almost a gasp.

“
Louder.
”

“
Fuck me. Fuck me hard,
”
he yelled.

The man who had been nothing more than a stranger earlier that night had shown him another way, another way to experience pleasure, and feeling his asshole getting pounded, stuffed full of cock, he had never experienced anything so hot, so erotic, ever in his life.

He sucked in a breath and then another. His cock was on fire, his nuts ready to spew their contents out through the top of his throbbing shaft. He moved, trying to break free from Jackson, seeking release, and when it did come, he thought he
’
d pass out, his senses on overload.

“
Shoot that hot fucking load. Yeah, that
’
s fucking hot. Hot cum all over your belly!
”

Jackson groaned, pushing deep and holding his cock in place.
“
I
’
m coming,
”
he cried.
“
Hot fucking asshole, milking my cock. Hot damn!
”

It was over.

And that was how their first night together started and ended. It would be the first of many, for years to come.

* * * *

Jeff felt tired yet wasn
’
t in the mood to go to bed. He had things on his mind, things that confused him.

Slipping out the back door, he walked out on the patio and looked up at the sky. Ann would be asleep right now. When she walked into the kitchen, he wondered if she had heard any of their conversation. Inside he felt a tinge of guilt. But it wasn
’
t like he had done anything wrong. It was just conversation with Mike and nothing more. He kept telling himself that.

When a light flicked on next door, his attention moved to it along with his eyes.

Mike.

Through the window, he watched a naked Mike standing taking a piss in the bathroom. The guy was fucking built, all muscle.

He averted his eyes to the ground and then looked up again. This was bad. This was invading the man
’
s privacy. There wasn
’
t one thing decent about it, and he damned well knew it. Yet it turned him on seeing Mike nude. His cock went from flaccid to rock hard in under a minute. Pulling it out, he gripped it in the dark and started to stroke, his eyes on Mike
’
s hot, sizzling body.

Never before had he realized you could see into the neighbor’s bathroom like this. Not that he would have wanted to with the previous occupants.

When Mike turned away after flushing, his eyes caught sight of the man
’
s perfect ass.
Tan lines!
He imagined bending Mike over, sliding his cock between his asscheeks, fucking him.

Faster! H
e arched his back as he came, biting down on his bottom lip, not daring to make any noise. The bathroom went dark.

With his cock still in his hand, he stared at the dark window. This wasn
’
t good, not good at all.

Upstairs he found Ann asleep. Stripping down to his bare skin, he slid into bed next to her.

She stirred slightly but didn
’
t wake up. And try as he might, he couldn
’
t get the image of Mike
’
s ass out of his mind. His cock stirred again thinking about it. He turned on his side and shut his eyes, hoping sleep would find him soon.

Chapter Five

Ann woke to the ringing of the phone, or to be exact, the answering machine cutting in just as her eyes opened.

It was Gwenn, but she didn
’
t sound right. She wasn
’
t her usual, peppy self.

Ann glanced at the clock and groaned as she tossed the bedclothes to the side and slipped out. This morning was much cooler than it had been. She was grateful for the relief in the weather.

First, she brushed her teeth and dressed in something more than just the panties she had worn to bed. Then it was off to listen to the machine to see what Gwenn was calling for.

Ann pressed the button and waited for the message to start, stifling a yawn with one hand.

“
Ann, it
’
s Gwenn. You
’
re probably not up yet, but when you are, could you call me or better yet, stop by.
”
Her voice broke, and it sounded like she had been crying.
“
I guess that
’
s it
…
bye.
”

Weird!

Gwenn was always the picture of perfection. Then it came to her. Perhaps something had happened to her father. He might be in hospital or
…
dead, and this was Gwenn
’
s way of telling her to ease the blow.

This thought kicked her into high speed. She
’
d forgo the shower and the coffee and head straight to her sister
’
s house. She really hoped this wasn
’
t the reason why Gwenn was calling. This was something she was so n
o
t ready to face yet.

Once in the car, she sped off down the road, being mindful of the speed limit. Her mind now in overdrive, much like the car, she tried to remain calm, in control. Breaking down never helped anything or anyone.

* * * *

“
Gwenn, what is it?
”
she asked, her voice frantic once her sister opened the door.
“
Is it Dad?
”

“
Well, come right on in,
”
replied Gwenn.
“
It isn
’
t Dad. Dad
’
s fine from what I know.
”

“
But you sounded upset on the answering machine. I just thought that
’
s what it had to be. Christ, you had me thinking all sorts of bad things.
”
She entered the house, shaking her head, but also feeling a great sense of relief.
“
Is it Jade?
”