Heart Ripper - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker M/M romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 9) (2 page)

David felt the insistent gaze on his back, and he
could only hope that by the time he got back to the party, the guy who’d
undressed him with his eyes would be gone. Not that the stranger seemed
unpleasant. On the contrary, he was all too pleasant to look at. So pleasant in
fact that David’s heart started pounding, his palms got sweaty, and his face
burned. This was not good at all. Maybe he shouldn’t have come to the party
after all? But on the other hand, he wanted to see the baby. And truth be told,
he wanted to see what a biker event looked like as well. What safer way was
there to do that than to attend a newborn’s welcome party?

He was so wrong. Even with the child around,
people were drinking, wearing revealing clothes, and the profanity… he’d never
heard so much swearing in his life. Sure, maybe the baby couldn’t understand it
just yet, but still, he couldn’t comprehend how anyone would ever consider this
a healthy environment for childrearing.

But all those improprieties paled when confronted
with the wink from the big bearded guy across the room. Was David giving off
the wrong vibes without even knowing it?

He rushed up the stairs, leaving the party behind.
As family, he was allowed to go upstairs, and a visit to the bathroom was as
good of an excuse to not be around people as any. He rushed inside the spacious
room with tasteful gray tiles and a big tub, and he shut the door, wandering
all the way to the full-length mirror with his knees weak. He looked awful. Red
in the face, eyes glossy, and there was this undercurrent of heat that kept
simmering beneath his skin, no matter how much he tried to suppress it.

David poked the mirror with a frown. “You are
strong-willed, and godly. You have no reason to be nervous about all this. No—
Occupied,” he said louder when he saw the door open, but when he noticed who it
was that came in, he swallowed a yelp.

The bearded guy from downstairs slid inside,
locking the door with a loud, final-sounding clang, and then his dark gaze was
on David, rendering him mute and unable to defend himself from that strong
presence.

The man was taller than David, and the white
T-shirt he was wearing clung to his athletic body as he glided through the
bathroom. For a moment, the world slowed down, and David could swear he saw the
pitch-black hair float in the air, the curved-up moustache twitch as the man
smiled beneath the thick, well-kept beard. Bold black tattoos covered the man’s
arms, all the way to his wrists, and some even peeked out from under the round
collar of the shirt, beckoning David to have a closer look at the dark,
warm-hued skin, which had immediately set the man apart from everyone else
present at the party.

“I… I mean, okay, I guess you need it more,” David
uttered and attempted to pass the guy, fleeing for the door. He was hot, cold,
sweaty all over, and nervous as hell. Life had been so much easier years ago,
before puberty hit him in the face like a red hot poker drenched in sin.

The man stood in his way, and before David could
utter a word of protest, a palm as hot as molten lava burned the skin of his
throat, squeezing gently as the man pushed David back. David stepped back in a
daze, letting the stranger direct him toward the wall, until his knees hit
something hard and cool. The man pushed him down, and David obeyed yet again,
taking a seat on the closed toilet.

He could barely breathe from the stress of being
alone with this guy in a locked room. “I’m sorry if I stared,” he wanted to
say, but only managed a hoarse whisper. His body was still processing being
touched by this man. Older, bigger, with eyes that could scorch David alive.

“I enjoyed you staring,” said the stranger with a
small smirk to his lips as he traced his thumb over David’s lips. It was the
sulphur to the match of David’s arousal, and he quickly clenched his thighs in
panic. Even his accent immediately set him apart from most people David met.
Rich and thick as sugar syrup, it was definitely Southern.

Even fumbly kisses with a girl at church camp
weren’t as igniting as one touch from this man. David would burn in hell for
the images crawling out of the back of his mind. His heart was beating so hard
it made him light-headed.

The man
liked
him looking.

So he wasn’t about to scold David for it. But what
could a man like this possibly want with him then? A man with all that dark
hair on his thick arms, a face as handsome as if it were a gift from the devil
himself, and touch that made every hair on David’s body bristle.

“This… this is a misunderstanding,” David mumbled.

The man smirked and pulled down the zipper of his
jeans, slowly letting go of David’s neck. “Nice to meet you, pretty boy.”

David’s mind went blank, but his eyes still
followed the zipper. How was this happening? Had he fainted and was now in some
delirious wet dream? He’d always had an unhealthy interest in older guys. Not
that he’d ever acted on it.

He clenched his hands in his lap, torn between the
need to run as far away as possible and leaning in to smell the stranger’s
briefs. What if no one ever found out about this? Would it still be a sin? And
what was that? The man thought he was pretty?

The stranger made the decision for David and
stepped closer, now standing over the toilet and David’s lap, his crotch just
inches from David’s face. “Take off your tie, or you’ll faint.”

David was on autopilot, only now realizing he
could barely breathe. He did a quick glance up, and loosened his tie in relief.
The situation was beyond surreal, but when he finally took a deep breath, the
man’s intense smell went straight down to his cock. And the worst thing was
that now that the zipper was pulled down, he wanted to see what hid inside the
pants of a man whose name he didn’t even know. God put temptation right in
front of him, and David was too weak to resist. He pulled off the tie, trying
to ignore the intense throbbing growing in his jeans.

The tightening of the skin on his scalp pulled him
right back to reality when the stranger grabbed the hair on top of David’s head
and yanked him through those torturous inches, until his nose slid through the
folds of denim and bumped into the bulge inside the man’s briefs. The zipper
was scratching David’s cheeks, but with the explosion of musky, salty aroma
filling David’s nostrils, he could only utter an embarrassingly broken moan.

“Come on, look at me,” said the man in a raspy
whisper.

David dared to glance up into that handsome face.
He didn’t usually do this. He was a good boy. No matter how many times his
imagination betrayed him when his mind drifted off, he’d never acted on it. He
had never touched another man’s body this way, let alone his penis. He had even
told Jamie Corrigan what he thought about playing spin the bottle in a group
that only had two girls. Yet his hands found their way to the man’s hips, and
he took another deep breath of testosterone-scented air.

The man laughed even as he pushed on David’s head
and obscenely ground his hips against his lips and nose. “That’s right. Exactly
what you need. Open my belt.”

David swallowed, dizzy from the arousal overtaking
every bone in his body. This wasn’t even a choice anymore. He had to fulfill
that request. There was a tremble to his fingers when he unbuckled the man’s
belt, pretending his own pants weren’t too tight. The heat of that pulsing,
stiff cock pushed against his face again, and he let out a whimper he didn’t
even recognize as his own. He wanted this man more than anything in his life,
and he’d break all the rules to take what he was willing to give.

“What’s your name?” asked the stranger, staring at
David with those intensely dark eyes. The skin around them was a little darker,
as if smudged by eyeliner, but David doubted this man was the type to use
makeup, so this had to be his natural coloring.

“D-david,” he uttered, unable to think about
anything else but the bulge in front of him. Sure, he’d seen other guys naked
in the shower after PE, but never like this. And they were his age too. None of
them had the kind of dark hair under their navel like this man. David had to
unbutton his collar because even that was getting too tight.

“David,” repeated the man as he started slowly
pushing his jeans and underwear lower down the angular, model-worthy hips.
“That’s a pretty name. Suits you,” he said, but David turned speechless when a
half-hard cock bobbed out from underneath cotton right in front of his eyes.
The head was big and glistened as it faced him, lodged on top of a veiny shaft,
with the man’s balls surrounded by dark pubic hair.

David’s lips parted, and he wanted to kiss that
gorgeous penis all over. He couldn’t explain it. He just did. As if his whole
body itched, and the only way to ease the discomfort was to lean in and lick
the dark skin in front of him. On the other hand, the situation was surreal,
like in a dream he wanted to never wake up from. Butterflies fluttered all over
his chest, and he wanted to ask the man what his name was but couldn’t choke it
out. He gasped when the cock twitched slightly.

“Relax,” the man said softly, playing with David’s
hair as he beckoned him closer again. “How about I do the work for you?” he
asked, and in the most mind-numbing moment of David’s life, the man took hold
of his cock and moved the spongy head over David’s lips. The moisture
glistening on top of the thick dick was now also on David’s mouth, saltier than
he’d have imagined.

David looked up in awe. “Yes…” There it was. He’d
said it. There was no turning back. He was a dirty sinner with no self-control.
His breathing was ragged, and he dared touch the tip of the man’s cock with his
tongue. It was as if he’d lived his life in black and white, and now everything
in this bathroom appeared in Technicolor. Not something he’d experienced when
Laura flashed them her breasts at school. He took yet another long sniff of the
man’s smell, more arousing than any fantasy David could dream up.

“Open your mouth, David,” said the stranger,
pressing the head of his cock against David’s lips. He sank his fingers into
the mane on David’s head and held him in place in a steel-hard yet gentle grip.
“Hands on your knees.”

It wasn’t easy to peel his hands off the man, but
David did, and clenched his hands on his knees. His gaze once again licked the
beautiful ridge of muscles along the man’s hips, and he opened his mouth wider,
vaguely knowing what would happen. His brain and moral fibre said
no
,
but his heart desperately drummed for more.

He shuddered when the head popped into his mouth
and lay on his tongue, heavy and so very smooth. His own cock twitched in his
pants, but he didn’t dare disobey and touch himself as the stranger caressed
his jaw with warm fingers and told him to suck.

David closed his lips over the still-growing cock
and suckled gently, melting on the inside. If anyone knew he was doing this, he
would drop dead out of embarrassment, but as long as this happened in this
unreal bathroom that could as well be Narnia, everything would be fine. The
cockhead throbbed with heat in his mouth, getting harder by the second. He
clenched his sweaty hands tighter and mewled with excitement.

“More?” asked the man, and his hips slowly moved,
dragging the warm dick up and down David’s tongue. Just sensing the movement of
skin with his lips was enough to send David into a frenzy of lust.

He started sucking harder, embarrassed by the
sounds he was making yet desperate to please the man. He dug his fingernails
into his palms, overwhelmed by the experience.

He had the cock of a handsome biker in his mouth.
Just there, pulsing, veiny and hard, pushing in and out of his lips, each ridge
sliding over the sensitive flesh again and again. David’s vision was getting
blurry, and his breath wasn’t keeping up with his needs for air.

“So greedy... as a cocksucker should be,”
whispered the man, pushing his cock in a bit deeper, to the arch of David’s
tongue. His hands tightened in David’s hair, as if he were afraid David would
run. But despite all the shame washing over David, he wouldn’t. Just this once,
he wanted to let go and feel the touch of another man. Was that so much to ask
for? And he was hardly to blame for succumbing to temptation when the devil put
in front of him the most perfect specimen, with strong, veiny forearms, and
glorious muscle visible underneath the T-shirt.

David moaned and tried to open his mouth even
wider, sucking eagerly and looking up to see the man’s face flushed with
pleasure. This was all David ever wanted, to please. He always tried to make
everyone around him happy, and just this once, couldn’t he get something in
return? He swallowed some of the saliva pooling in his mouth, but it still
dripped down his chin when the man pulled his cock back out again.

“How does it feel?” the stranger asked, shuddering
slightly as he watched a string of saliva glisten between his cock and David’s
mouth. “I bet you already want my balls slapping against your face.”

“I-I-I… I want to make you happy,” David uttered
helplessly, knowing that at the bottom of his words, there was a selfish hunger
evident by the throbbing in his pants. And yes, he did want to feel the man’s
balls as well. Have them touch his face, have them in his mouth and suck on
them.

The stranger’s eyes became a bit hazy as he moved
his hips closer, baiting David with his beautiful cock, so ready for the
taking, so hard that David was missing its clean, fleshy taste already. “Then
you’ll swallow.”

David nodded, as if guided by invisible hands, and
opened his lips wider. He’d never wanted anything this much. He’d swallow
everything this god-like man wanted to give him.

The stranger pushed into David’s willing mouth,
and this time, his cock went much deeper, inevitably triggering David’s gag
reflex. The shaft pushed in repeatedly, nudging the back of David’s throat and
making his whole body shudder with a mixture of ecstasy and fear.