Heart Ripper - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker M/M romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 9) (12 page)

Raja nipped at them and petted David’s nape. “Love
the way you say it. That’s what you’re gonna beg for the next time we meet. You
will call me, won’t you?” he asked, glancing at David.

David pulled down his T-shirt, annoyed that he had
to part from Raja’s lips and beard to do so. “I will.”

Raja winked at him and pulled David back so they
could open the door. The scent of flowers filled his nostrils, and the
brightness of the shop made David blink. It was as if he stepped back into a
completely different life when Raja walked across the store and unlocked the
door.

There was still no one in the street, no one
waiting at the door. There had been no calls, and no one would ever know what they’d
done. He was too lucky for his own good. David’s smile widened on its own
accord as he watched Raja. So handsome, so hot, and yet he came back for David,
and would be waiting for David’s call to get more.

“Thank you for
cumming
…” David said with a
silly grin, and leaned over the counter.

Raja smiled at him from behind the shades he’d
just donned, and walked out, with the daisies still adorning his beard.

“Oh, and the baby’s bottle is—”

“In the cupboard over the sink,” David finished
for Asty with a smile. After over a month of living with them, he was well
versed in what little Bell needed and when, so he didn’t think one night would
be so difficult to handle. Hunter had already told David he was like a dog in
heat, itching to get his hands on Asty at the hotel. Not that they weren’t
having sex at home. David had even walked in on them doing it in the kitchen
and had to quickly back out. Up to this day, he was pretty sure they didn’t
know.

But even around a baby as quiet and
non-problematic as Bell, he supposed the parents could never completely relax,
so he was happy to babysit for them so they could have some time to themselves.

Asty was still running around to add the finishing
touches to her look, as it was the first time in ages since she could go all
out and not have to worry about the baby puking or salivating on her at the
worst possible moment. Dressed in a long brocade skirt with an overlay of tulle
and a print of some kind of occult writing, paired with a blouse that showcased
her breasts, she was a whirlwind of black and burgundy. David’s mother hated
Asty’s style. She was too pale, too skinny, and looked like a vampire, and
while David agreed that Asty’s appearance was very extravagantly Goth, he also knew
that she was warm and caring to her friends.

Hunter waited by the door, rolling on the balls of
his feet and pretending that waiting didn’t bother him. But since the concert
they were going to was in another town, they wanted to give themselves some extra
time in case of traffic.

David sat on the couch and snorted when Hunter
discreetly rolled his eyes to him, but he wasn’t any better, because it was
Asty who did Hunter’s demonic black-and-white makeup before she even started
working on herself.

“You’ll get used to it when you move in with a
woman. Unless you’re into tomboys, but I guess that’s not gonna happen,” said
Hunter, winking at David from behind the caked-on white foundation that Asty
called ‘corpsepaint’. For Satanists, David’s brother and his fiancée were
surprisingly non-threatening. They just looked weird.

“Um… I don’t know yet.” He squirmed in his place
on the sofa. He knew
exactly
what he wanted in his house. A muscular,
bearded guy who needed no makeup at all to look heart-melting. And as David
thought of Raja, he looked down at his phone. The house would be his tonight.
The baby was usually quiet enough for David to periodically check whether it
was still alive in its cot, and Hunter wouldn’t be back until morning.

He texted Raja. [I’ve been thinking about you.]

Hunter snapped his fingers. “David. Come on. I’m
talking to you. Stop playing Candy Crush.”

David looked up, feeling uneasy about violating
house rules behind his brother’s back, but he was still doing it. Maybe he
wasn’t the good boy everyone considered him to be? Maybe he was secretly a
rebel?

Hunted sighed and leaned forward. “Look, I know
this isn’t a comfortable topic for you, but staying celibate until marriage
really isn’t a very good idea. You need to know what you want in a woman before
you marry her.”

David’s eyes went wide.
Oh no. Not the sex talk
.
“I don’t know, it’s confusing. I don’t want to let God down.” And he really
didn’t, but Raja broke through all of his defences. David had no chance. Not
really. It wasn’t his fault.

“Do you really want the kind of marriage our
parents have?” asked Hunter. “I bet if they hadn’t married right away, they
wouldn’t have ended up together. They’re like fire and water.”

David just stared, unhappy with where this was
going. “Opposites can attract…”

“That’s not the point. You need to know something
about women to actually choose one. You won’t if your knowledge of intimacy
stops at hand holding,” said Hunter. “I know this is hard for you, and you have
no experience, but there is this one hangaround, Natasha. She’s sweet, and she
thinks you’re cute. Maybe you could go out with her now that you have your own
money?”

David hung his head in shame. Hunter was trying so
hard, and David didn’t have the courage to tell him the truth. The problem was
he didn’t understand the truth all that much himself. Was he actually gay? Was
what he was feeling the same thing other gay people felt? Maybe it was
something that could be cured. But then again, Raja advised him against it with
so much conviction.

“That’s really nice, thanks, but there’s someone I
have my eye on, and I want to see how that goes.”
There. Not a lie
.

Hunter’s eyes twinkled, and he straightened up at
the same moment David’s cell phone buzzed.

“Is that her?”

David flushed, but Asty rushing into the hall
rescued him from yet another round of questions. “Ready,” she said breathlessly
and put on her coffin-shaped backpack.

“Wait, wait, wait. David’s telling me he has a
girlfriend,” Hunter said quickly.

David put his hand over his face. “She’s not my
girlfriend…”

Asty grinned. “Really? Is it the girl you work with?
The one with purple hair? She’s pretty,” she said, lowering her voice, as if
she were trying to keep it a secret.

“No, really, guys, please. This might not work out
at all. I’ll let you know.”

Hunter groaned. “But you gotta get some guidance…”

Asty pulled on Hunter’s arm. “Your amazing insight
can wait. Let’s go.”

Hunter grinned and slapped her ass through the
skirt. “I’ll show you all of my insight later.”

Asty gave him a kiss, and they went to the door,
but she still turned around toward David once more. “Oh, and at night, he likes
his spider rattle best.”

Hunter put his arm over her shoulders. “He knows
Bell, he’ll be fine.”

David chewed on his lip and squeezed the cell
phone in his hand. The blatantly sexual comments did make him a bit
uncomfortable, but they were practically married, so he supposed it could be
forgiven.

In the end, he showed them out and promised to
call if anything strange happened. He didn’t even wait to get back to the sofa
and read Raja’s answer on the way there.

[How hard are you when you miss me? ;)]

David curled his knees up to his chest once he sat
down. [Not at all. I think only nice things about you. I want to cuddle up to
your beard.]

Raja replied right away. [Are you saying hard
isn’t nice? I like you hard.]

David bit on his thumb with a smile. He loved
teasing Raja, because he knew Raja would come right back at him anyway. [
Hard
is sexy
.]

[Okay, then think sexy thoughts about me too.
Promise? I’m jerking off a lot since I visited you at work.]

The image of Raja taking a quick break to
masturbate in some bathroom came to David’s mind, and that did get his blood
flowing. [
It kinda turns me on that no one found out.
]

[Where else do you want to do it without anyone
finding out? ;)]

David took his time with his thumb hovering over
the screen of his phone. Should he invite Raja or not? [
Depends on how
excited you are to see me.
]

Raja took a longer time to answer, but in the end,
David got a picture instead of text. He frowned as the image loaded, but when
it appeared, it was as if Raja suddenly appeared behind David and tugged on his
cock.

A dark dick grew proudly out of a thatch of black
pubes, thick and almost purple in shade against the pale palm of Raja’s hand.

David froze, but his breathing became so hot it
scorched his throat dry. What was he supposed to do? The flirting he was sort
of comfortable with, but what were the rules about sending a photo like that?
Was he supposed to send one back? Was he supposed to write how hot and thick it
looked, or should he write what he wanted to do with it?

He desperately looked through his contacts for
someone he could ask. Hunter and Asty would mock him and ask too many
questions, his parents were a no-go, Lindell was too old and was still his
boss, while his high school friends were either very innocent or would gossip
about it.

Lucky.

David stopped at Lucky’s phone. The guy could be a
bit rude, but David had talked to him quite a few times since they met and had gotten
much more comfortable around him. And all in all, Lucky had helped David get a
job, was young, and fun, so he could know about these things.

[Hey, this will be a bit of an odd question, but I
can’t think of anyone else I could ask this… And please don’t tell anyone I
did, or I will hate you forever. If a girl sent me a photo of her] David raked
his brain for how to call it [intimate parts, should I like… compliment them?
Or send a photo back? Or… I mean… what do you do?]

He groaned as he looked at the text, but it was
done. He sent it. He looked back to the photo he received from Raja and smiled.
Wow… It was just so…
wow
. He’d seen it in real life, but it still turned
him on that he could now look at it again and again any time he fancied.

Finally, the message back from Lucky came. [Wow.
She must be really into you. Don’t worry, I won’t tell. If she trusted you
enough to send you a dickpic, you should definitely send one back. Because it’s
not a vagina-shot, is it? :P]

David whined to himself. So rude yet so accurate.
Then again, if Lucky said this about ‘dickpics’, and he was gay, he likely knew
what he was talking about.

[
It’s not a dickpic!
] David lied in
frustration. Lucky would always say this kind of stuff to him, but after the
few times they hung out, it grew on David.

[
Good luck.
] Lucky texted back with a devil
emoji.

David looked back at the photo Raja sent him, and
it was enough to get him harder by the second. He’d love to suck on it again,
have Raja push it into his mouth like he did that first time…

Where should David do his dickpic anyway? He paced
to the kitchen in search of good lighting. Should he hold his cock in his hand?
He was getting increasingly flustered. Maybe a casual shot on the sofa? How
would his cock even look on camera? Was it dickpic-worthy?

He pulled his sweatpants down just enough to get
his cock out and took a deep breath as he tried to get the camera to focus on
his junk. Should he include a bit of his stomach as well? He put the phone on
the counter and pulled off his T-shirt, only to have his pants fall to his
ankles. After a moment of stalling, David decided the sweats pooling at his
feet could work as a background and got on with it.

He looked at Raja’s photo again and gave his own
cock a few more strokes to get fully hard, then held his breath and took the
photo. Then another one. And then another, because none of them seemed good
enough to rival Raja’s. He looked through the ten photographs and sent what he
thought was the best one. Question was whether Raja would feel the same way.

The answer came almost immediately. [Damn. You’re
gonna get me hard again, and no payoff in sight!]

David didn’t even have enough time to answer
before the next message came through from Raja.

[It’s so pink. I’m gonna suck it dry and drink all
the spunk you stored for me throughout the years.]

David whimpered, standing in the kitchen with his
pants around his ankles. That was so hot. [
You want to suck me?
] His
palms got sweaty at the thought of Raja’s beard tickling his thighs.

[And lick your hairy balls.] answered Raja.

[
They’re not hairy!
] Were they? David bent
over to have look. He supposed they were fuzzy.

[Yes they are. Omnomnom.] wrote Raja.

David groaned when Behemoth, Asty’s cat, meowed
and decided to sit in David’s pants, between his feet. [
I want that… Are you
free tonight?
] He felt so dirty from just writing it. He would go straight
to hell.

Raja replied with another dickpic, this time one
less carefully framed. It was his cock sticking out of the zipper of his jeans,
beckoning David to have a taste.

David licked his lips and decided to take this in
a different direction. He took another dickpic, with the focus on the cat
between his legs. [
Are you okay with cat hair?
]

[
I’m okay with anything as long as your dick is
involved. Where and when? ;)
] Raja asked. Always so straightforward. David
was attracted to that trait of Raja’s like Behemoth to the catnip Asty kept in
the shed.

[At Hunter’s in two hours? He’s gone out with Asty
for the whole night. They’re staying at a hotel… Am I a bad person?]

[No. You are a smart boy. Will be there so save
your spunk for me.] sent back Raja.

David bit back a silly grin. [
I will, but you
too. :*
]

[Deal. My balls are gonna be blue when I arrive.]

[
Maybe I’ll lick them too.
] David dared to
write, but this sex talk needed to end if he was to wait for Raja with his
orgasm.

Thankfully, Raja went silent, but that meant that
David only had two hours left to prepare. How should he start? New sheets,
definitely.

He rushed to the cupboard upstairs, where he knew
Asty and Hunter kept their spare  sheets and quickly changed them, eyeing his
room for any items he didn’t want Raja to see.

As much as he felt guilty about it, the Bible went
under the bed. The faster he worked on cleaning the place, the more flustered
he got. He knew so little about what the sex would actually look like. Would
Raja just go at it like mad, the way they did in porn movies? Would it actually
not hurt, like he’d promised, or had it just been a way to coax consent out of
David?

Just as he was getting refreshments from the
fridge, his phone rang, and for a second he thought it was Raja arriving early
when David still needed to shower and google some stuff, but it was his mom.