Golden Dancer (11 page)

Mac forced himself to quiet down so he could catch a breath around the pressure of the man’s arm. He didn’t want to hear what the guy was saying. Terrebone pushed a tiny bit harder. “Do…you…hear…me?”

Crap! Mac managed to nod, and Terrebone released him.

“Fuck, Terrebone, what the hell…?” He rubbed at his throat. His pride hurt more than his neck if he was honest. “I’m so out of here.” He started for the door and again got dragged back. Shit, where did this guy work out? With the Russian Mafia? Mac was a runner, but this guy must lift weights.

Daniel pounded him against the wall again, but this time no arm came up. Instead, the man pressed his mouth to Mac’s. Fuck! Mac twisted, but the soft mouth just kept moving against his while the strong hands held him still. Oh yeah, soft. Mac felt a silky, liquid tongue caress his lips, back and forth. He tried to move his head, but no use. No use…no use not just letting that pressing tongue go where it wanted. His lips opened a tiny crack, and Daniel took full advantage, pushing that wet, hot tongue farther into his mouth. Mac tried to move his tongue out of the way, but…no use. Hot and wet against his tongue. Filling his mouth with hot and wet.

He felt the vibration in his chest as he moaned. His arms didn’t belong to him. They wrapped around Daniel’s neck until he’d pulled his big body tight to the even bigger one in front of him. Cocks pressed together and, crap, it felt good. He knew he was rubbing himself against that hard rod in the fine wool slacks, but he couldn’t stop.

Daniel’s big hands slipped down his back and took hold of his butt, pulling him even tighter. He ripped his mouth away from Mac’s, and Mac felt the loss, automatically reaching a hand to pull him back. Daniel moved his mouth beside Mac’s ear. “Feel that? That’s what you want, Mac. You want cock. I don’t know why you haven’t realized it by now, but the time has come.”

Terrebone reached out and grabbed Trelain, pulling him into the circle of his arms and pressing him against Mac’s side. Mac looked at the dancer, whose sea eyes were half closed with the effects of the lust that was tenting his slacks. Apparently, he liked to watch.

Daniel used one hand to caress the dancer’s beautiful face. “Have you ever seen anything so gorgeous?” When Mac didn’t answer, Daniel turned those fathomless eyes on him. “Answer me.”

Every instinct in Mac fought against being told what to do, but the truth escaped. “He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Show him. Show him how much you want him.” Daniel pressed Mac’s back and apparently did the same to Trelain, because they moved closer together, their lips nearly touching. And then it was the most natural thing in the world to simply slip a hand into that golden hair and pull those carved lips to his. He kissed him, as he realized he’d wanted to do since the first moment he saw that golden god’s face and body.

Trelain didn’t hesitate a second. His mouth opened to accept Mac’s, all heat and sweetness, and he pressed himself closer. Daniel moved out of the way, allowing Mac to pull the smaller man into his arms.

Mac heard Daniel chuckle. “More like it. Now don’t stop kissing, but listen to me with one ear.” Mac vaguely complied. Sweet God, his body was on fire.

“Trelain, I want you to take Mac down to the bedroom. There you will suck his cock until he’s senseless and then teach him how to fuck you. Mac, you got that?”

If Mac’s body had been on fire, it now burned out of control at the thought of finally having a place to put his raging dick.

Daniel put a hand on both their heads reminding them he was there. “I’m going to go see to our guests. When I’m done, I’ll come and check on how you’re doing.”

Mac sort of heard that last remark, his mind still fixed on fucking Trelain. Did Daniel like to watch too? Shit, he’d think about that later.

Chapter Twelve

Trelain walked backward down the hall holding both of Mac’s hands in his and gazing into the reporter’s eyes. He now understood the American expression “deer in the headlights.” The big brown eyes were wide and bright, but the man’s cock strained the front of his cargo pants, so part of that brightness was lust. Good. Because he was sodding well ready to explode, but which would go first, his prick or his heart? Why did this man captivate him so? Maybe he’d find out in the bedroom.

When he backed against the bedroom door, he reached around and opened it, then led the unprotesting reporter into the room and straight across to the bed. Pushing Mac down to sit on the edge, Trelain went back and closed the door and then turned. The man hadn’t moved. “Take off your clothes, Mac.”

As if he had to obey, the man reached down and unbuttoned the casual print shirt he wore hanging outside the cargoes. Trelain watched as the material separated, presenting a lean, hard chest with a light dusting of brown hair around his very erect nipples. He pulled the shirt off and just held it on his lap. Clearly, Mac was terrified.

Trelain walked over and took the shirt from him, tossing it onto a bedside chair. He sat beside the unmoving man and unbuttoned his own silk shirt, throwing it on top of Mac’s. He reached for Mac’s hand and brought it to his own chest. “Touch me.”

The big hand with long, blunt-tipped fingers gently caressed Trelain’s collarbone, then gradually moved down across the swell of his chest. When he grazed the nipple, Trelain couldn’t help an indrawn breath. Mac’s hand froze, and his eyes looked even wider than before. Trelain smiled. “I love that, Mac. Do it some more.”

Staring into Trelain’s eyes, Mac gently ran his hand back and forth across the hard nipple. He cleared his throat, but his voice was still a whisper. “Sweet Jesus, you’re so beautiful.”

Trelain felt heat behind his eyes. So bloody sweet. “So are you.”

Mac shook his head vehemently. “No, I’m big and awkward and skinny.”

Trelain touched a hand to his cheek, holding the shaggy head still. “You’re tall and lean and mesmerizing, and I love looking at you. And I want to suck you so bad, my throat hurts from the wanting.” He reached over and began to pull down the zipper on Mac’s pants. Though the khaki material was roomy, it was still a struggle getting the zipper past the huge bulge of that cock. Bugger, the man was hung, as he remembered from their dual jack off back at the hotel.

A little effort got it down, Mac just staring, but not helping, as if the cock belonged to someone else. Trelain unbuttoned the waist. “Let’s get these off you.” He pulled, and Mac raised his hips. Breathing hard, Trelain thought more from fear than passion, the big man helped pull his pants and boxer briefs off until he was sitting nude on the bed, his big cock sticking up between his closed legs like he was playing with a sausage. Trelain loved sausage.

He pushed Mac backward on the bed. That big, lean body looked like heaven finally spread out for his enjoyment. He bent forward and licked the rock-hard cock that stretched well above Mac’s navel. Mac shuddered.

“Have you ever had a man’s mouth on you before, Mac?”

The answer was almost too soft to hear. “No. Just hands.”

“Ever dream of it?”

“Yes.” He paused. Trelain licked again, plunging his nose deep into the man’s groin to inhale the sweet, pungent smell. Mac whimpered. “Oh God, every night since I met you.”

“Good.” Trelain wrapped his lips around that big prick in one move. He heard “Holy shit!” come from the bed beside him, but he sucked like a child with a penny sweet who wouldn’t let go.
Let’s give this boy some experience of what it’s like to be sucked by a man.

“Oh my God, Trelain. Oh my God.” Mac’s hips began to buck, shoving that rod deep into Trelain’s throat. He could take it. Fucking hell, he wanted it all. Mac’s dick filled his mouth and throat until he could barely swallow—barely breathe—but chyort, it was so good. He licked up one side and down the other, then round and round the head, before deep throating again. He relaxed his neck muscles and began to swallow as Mac literally screamed above him. Oh shit, he wanted to fuck. Couldn’t let him come yet. He needed that cock for bigger things.

Trelain popped his mouth off the big meat. “Mac, you have to bugger me. I need it. Been dreaming of it.” He scrambled to the side table, grabbed lube and a condom from the drawer, and returned to the still supine body. After pulling off his own trousers and throwing them at the chair, he rolled the rubber on the big rod and then lubed it. He pushed two fingers of lube into his own hole and worked it in and out. Felt good, but not good enough.

He pulled on Mac’s arm. “C’mon. Fuck me. Do it.”

Mac sat up with the huge eyes again.

“It’s not very different from arse-fucking a woman. I’ve got all the lube in already. Just shove it in me. You’ll know what to do, trust me.”

Mac was panting, and this time it had to be passion. His cock was leaking and so big, it looked ready to explode.

Trelain knelt on all fours and lowered his head to the bed, leaving what he hoped was an irresistible arse sticking up in Mac’s face. “Stick it in, Mac.” The man just stared. “Do it, damn it!”

Big hands grabbed Trelain’s arse, and he felt a huge blunt head at his hole. Fortunately, he’d been practicing on Daniel for a few days, because Mac was pushing through his fear with urgency. He shoved. Bugger! Trelain felt heat and burn as the big thing invaded his pulsing anus. Another shove, and the thing had to be halfway in or more. Oh Christ on a bike, it was huge. One more shove, and heat streaked through his gland and lit up his whole nervous system. “Holy bloody Christ, don’t stop. Bugger me. Fuck, Mac, fuck.”

The man took the command. Breathing like a freight train, making deep moaning and grunting sounds, Mac began to hammer into his hole.

Heat built in his balls. No, he didn’t want it to end. It was too sweet, too incredible to ever end. But his cock wasn’t having it.

Mac leaned farther over his back and pounded harder. “Oh God, oh God, I didn’t know. Oh, yes, God…”

He was ready to blow, and Trelain couldn’t resist. He reached a hand down and grabbed his own cock. Mac’s big hand slapped him away and wrapped around his burning prick. “Oh, Mac. Yes, please.”

And with that huge cock ramming his ass, and that big hand madly stroking his cock, the top of his head flew off into space and torrents of cum spilled into Mac’s big paw.

Then he heard a wail. “Oh my God, I never knew…” And heat filled his hole while he pictured a gallon of semen filling the condom in his ass.

That was the end of him. He was wrecked. The fucking reporter owned him.

* * *

Okay, maybe your heart could beat that fast without cardiac arrest. Who knew?

Mac lay on his back, eyes closed, with his heart rate and respiration starting to return to normal. He felt Trelain get up, and a couple moments later, felt a warm cloth wipe gently over his face and chest, then cleanse the cum from his hand. Jesus, that was sweet. No woman had ever done that for him. Of course, no woman had ever left him sticky with semen. Yeah, and in his whole fucking life, no woman had ever made him come like that. Never once. Oh shit. Oh shit.

“Mac?” The voice was soft, near his ear. “Mac, are you okay?”

He nodded.

A soft hand wiped his face. “Mac, you’re crying.”

Oh no. God. He struggled to sit up, but Trelain pushed him back down. Jeez, the man was so strong for a little guy.

He felt that lithe, hard body press against his side and a hand caress his chest. “I hope I didn’t push you too hard and make you do something you regret.”

He could only whisper. “No, how could I regret something like that? Something that wonderful.”

“I feel that way too.”

“I just regret… I don’t know what. How to say it?”

“Tell me.”

“I’m twenty-seven years old. All this time…”

He heard a soft chuckle. “Everyone has to, what do you guys say? Everyone has to kiss a lot of frogs. Yours just happened to be female.”

Was that all there was to it? “Maybe. But why didn’t I even suspect that I might prefer men? Of course, I’m not sure now that I really prefer guys. I just prefer you.”

Pounce. That graceful body rose up and landed on top of him, kissing every available surface. “Oh, you are the sweetest creature.” Kiss. “I am so happy to be the one you prefer.” Kiss. “And I loved you fucking me and want to do it again and again.” Kiss. Kiss.

That got some interest from a cock he would have sworn would never rise again. But still. “Probably, I should rest a bit longer, not being quite as young as you are.”

Trelain leaned back from his kissing enterprise and looked in Mac’s face. “I’m honored to have worn you out and will be delighted to wait for the serpent to resume its dance.” He rolled off Mac’s body, pulled the covers and pushed at Mac until he had them both under a silk coverlet, and then reached over and switched off the bedroom light. Mac felt a smooth ass push against him, and he rolled over until he could wrap himself around that gorgeous body. “I may have to get up and pee.”

“Mmmm.” Trelain snuggled tighter against him.

Jesus. He’d never liked sleeping with a woman all night and only did it when he had no choice but to hurt the woman’s feelings or give in. But being wrapped around Trelain felt right.

He sighed. Trelain didn’t realize, but in Mac’s world, this was not a small problem. How would his father take the idea that his only son was having sex with a man, whether he identified himself as gay or not? Hell, Devin wouldn’t be happy and that could be an understatement. Mac loved his father and didn’t want to disappoint him, but, crap, it was his life. And then there was Terrebone. Just because Trelain was attached to Mac, didn’t mean Daniel would give him up without a fight. And would Trelain want to give up the other man? After all, he was a billionaire, handsome and charismatic. Why would Trelain want Mac when he could have Daniel? Hell, when Daniel had kissed him in the hall, he’d thought his cock would explode in his pants.

Jesus, what was he thinking? He was investigating the man for art theft. How his kisses felt shouldn’t matter one whit. Yeah, they shouldn’t—

* * *

Must have fallen asleep
. What woke him…? Holy crap! Heat rippled through his body and pooled in his groin. Morning wood? No, not morning. It was dark in the room. He was lying on his back.
Where’s Trelain
? Oh God, so good. Jesus, lips were wrapped around his cock. That’s where Trelain was. Oh shit, what a vacuum cleaner. No one he’d ever met gave head like this. Oh man, it was so good.