Indigo Road (20 page)

“What now?”

“
I’m
wondering if I should leave that
plug
in
or give you some relief while we eat
dinner.” Alex held his hand out. “Come on. I’ll think about it in
the shower.”

I was about to refuse to shower with him,
thinking he was going to make my situation worse by bringing me to
the edge of orgasm, then backing off and not letting me come.
Resistance was futile, though. Alex ran this game and I was
helpless to say no to him.

We entered
the small shower stall
together,
but all Alex did was slap my ass a couple of
times, making the plug jiggle, before washing me all over. I
returned the compliment, paying special attention to his erect cock
until I had him panting and weeping precome. When his balls drew up
into his body, I let go of his dick and turned the hot water off,
leaving him under the cold spray.

He yelped
like
a
girl
. “You’re so going to pay for
that.”

I wrapped a towel around my waist before
throwing one at him as he turned off the cold tap and stepped out.
I chuckled as I stepped out of the bathroom. “Payback’s a
bitch.”

“That butt plug is staying where it is until
I say so!” Alex yelled after me.

“
Room
service.” The knock on the door came at the same time as
Alex’s
shout,
but the room-service waiter didn’t bat an eye as he walked
in and placed the tray on the table. I was wondering if he’d heard,
and when I signed the slip, he smiled knowingly, then said, “Have a
lovely evening, gentlemen,” before closing the door behind
him.

Alex stepped out of the bathroom naked and
rubbing his hair with a towel. “Did he hear that?”

“Uh-huh. I’m pretty sure he did.”

Alex shrugged and sat down at the small
table. “Let’s eat. You’re going to need your energy.”

After
we
wolfed
down
our burgers in record time, Alex brought out his laptop. “Here, I
want you to see something.”

I dragged my chair over to his side of the
table and pressed my leg against his as I looked at the screen. He
kissed my temple, then opened his email.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Our results from the clinic in New
Mexico.”

“Does that mean…?”

“
Yes, we’re
both clean. We can lose the condoms.” Alex smirked and closed the
laptop. He stood and threw his leg over me, straddling my legs as
he rested his bare ass on my thighs. His weight pressed the plug
farther into my ass. He took my mouth with
his
in a deep, tongue-diving kiss
that had my never-ending erection begging for something.
Anything.

“I want you to fuck me. Bare,” Alex breathed
against my lips. “I want you to fuck me while you have a toy in
your ass.”

All the air rushed out of my lungs. “Jesus.
H. Christ.”

He rested his forehead against mine. “Is that
a yes?”

I nodded.

Alex took my towel off, then led me over to
the bed before grabbing the supplies and sitting on the
comforter.

“Bend over. I’m going to take out the plug
and insert one of the bigger ones.”

I did as I was told, and before long, a large
flesh-colored toy was being pushed into my well-prepared ass. Alex
played with it a little, guiding it in and out until my dick was
weeping onto the sheet below. Every time I reached for my cock, he
slapped my hand away with a firm “Don’t touch.”

Alex lay back on the bed and threw me the
lube. I sat back on my heels, squirming a little, and stared at it
as all my insecurities came rushing back. What if I wasn’t any
good? What if I couldn’t please him the same way he did me?

“Josh?”

I looked up
and our gazes met. His eyes reflected my confusion and
hesitation,
but I
suspected his was for a different reason.

“Do you not want to go bare?” Alex asked.

I looked back at the lube in my hands. “No, I
do. It’s not that.” I forced myself to look at him again. “What if
I’m no good? What if I suck at topping?”

“Are you aware of what I do when I prep you?
When I fuck you?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Well, I haven’t exactly
been taking notes.”

Alex sat up and rubbed my arms. “I’ll guide
you if you like, but only if I think you need it.”

“I want it to be good for you.”

“It’s you. It will be, I promise. Now get
those fat fingers of yours slicked up.”

Alex leaned back against the pillows and
spread his legs for me. After inserting one finger, then two, Alex
told me to curl them until I felt the small bundle of nerves that
had his hips jerking off the bed. “Fuck, yes, that’s it. Now you’ve
found it, remember where it is and you can’t go wrong.”

“Are you sure you can take me?” It was a
stupid question, as I currently had a larger-than-me plug shoved
inside me, but I didn’t want to hurt him.

“It’s been a while, but yes. You’re not
small, but I’ve had bigger things up my ass.” Alex smirked.

“Fucker.”

“
Yes, you
are.” Alex gripped
behind
his knees, pulling himself open wider. “Now fuck
me.”

I pressed the tip of my cock against his
entrance, slowly sinking into the vise-like grip. Heat and
pressure, not to mention the large toy in my ass, had me on the
verge of coming. I paused and took a deep breath before sinking in
all the way.

Alex’s eyes had rolled back into his
head.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Hmm, more than. But you need to move.”

“Nuh-uh. If I move now, it’ll all be over.
Give me a sec.”

Alex leaned up and kissed me quickly. “Take a
deep breath and count to ten. If that doesn’t work, do it
again.”

“‘Count to ten?’ Those are your words of
wisdom?”

“Yep, doesn’t always work, though. It’s what
I do with you.”

Once I had
myself somewhat under control, I moved my hips a little, listening
for any sign
from
Alex, good or bad. Going by his groans, I was doing
something right. I moved my hips faster, watching my cock disappear
into his ass with each slide. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d
ever seen.

Alex wrapped his long legs around me, resting
his heels on my ass and forcing me to go faster, harder. I found
his prostate and tried to nail it with every pass as small gasps
and moans passed through his lips, telling me I was doing a good
job. Having my dick engulfed in his tight heat made me all too
aware of the plug still in my ass as I flexed my hips.

Alex must’ve
sensed what I
was thinking
as he leaned up slightly, wrapped his long arms
around my lower back, and pushed the toy farther into my
ass.

“Ahh. Fuck, fuck.”

“Liked that, huh?”

I growled as I thrust into him harder. Alex
reached around me again and this time grabbed the plug, pushing it
into me in time with my hips. He didn’t have to do much, just hold
it in place as I fucked myself on it while fucking him at the same
time.

It was too
much. Sensations were everywhere,
pinging
through my nervous
system. I leaned down and kissed Alex hard as my orgasm shook my
entire body and I shot into his ass, filling him. I moaned into his
mouth as I continued to kiss him like my life depended on it. Alex
grunted and grabbed his dick, pulling it a couple of times before
spurting hot and fast between us.

I think I lost consciousness for a bit
because when I opened my eyes, Alex was reaching around me, pulling
the toy from my hole with a huge grin on his face. I felt empty
without it.

He kissed my cheek. “Liked that, huh?”

“I think I blacked out.”

“Do you remember telling me over and over how
much you loved me as you came?”

“No. But I do, regardless.” I nuzzled his
neck as my softened dick slipped from him.

Alex laughed.
“I love you too, but we need another shower.
There’s
come and lube
everywhere.”

“You bring the shower to me. I’m not moving,”
I breathed against his skin.

“At least let me up so I can get a
washcloth.”

“In a minute.”

We lay together in silence as Alex ran his
hands over my sweaty back. I breathed in his scent, now mixed with
our sex, as I kissed the side of his neck. I reveled in the feel of
his soft skin against mine, the small smattering of hair on his
chest as I pressed closer to him, the pulse of warm blood running
through the vein in his neck that I couldn’t seem to stop kissing.
We had been best friends for years, but I’d never been as close to
him as I was at that moment. He was my life.

“I love you,” I whispered.

Alex squeezed
me. “I love you too. I’d love you a little more if you
would let
me up. I’m
starting to stick to the bed.”

WE HAD
crossed the state line into Alabama and were
heading toward Georgia as we continued southeast. “So, what’s the
plan for Florida?” I asked as Alex drove. I could tell he had
something planned. There was a buildup that felt just like
Christmas had when he’d organized our festive lunch.

Alex took his eyes off the road and glanced
at me, smiling. “South Beach.”

I’d heard Calvin and Davis talk about Miami’s
gay hot spot a few times, and it wouldn’t surprise me if Alex had
already booked us a room in a gay-friendly hotel using some coupon
he’d found online.

Before I could question him further, we heard
a strange noise coming from Maude. Alex turned to me and raised a
what-the-fuck-is-that eyebrow before signaling to pull over, but
before he could stop, a loud bang came from the passenger side.

A front tire had blown apart. “Damn.” Apart
from the issue in Texas, we hadn’t had any mechanical problems with
Maude. We had everything checked once a month as we were driving a
lot of miles and I guess we’d become a little complacent.

It took forever to change the tire. Neither
of us had any experience with the weight of an older car, but with
a little cursing, we got the spare on eventually, planning to get
the flat fixed at the next town.

We had plans to stay at a campground that
night, but the time it had taken to change the tire meant it was
now dark and the site was still two hours away. We didn’t usually
travel at night, preferring to hole up somewhere after dinner.

“Maybe we should pull off somewhere and stay
the night,” I suggested.

“It’s only a couple of hours away and it’s
not that late yet. It’s not like we have to get up in the
morning.”

We decided to push through until we heard
another sound coming from Maude about an hour later. We were on a
dark and deserted stretch of highway as we pulled off to the side,
only to find one of the rear tires was flat. At least it hadn’t
blown like the first one.

“Fuck.” Alex stood next to the van with his
hands on his hips. “Go get the spare and we’ll do this again. At
least this time it’ll be quicker because we know what we’re
doing.”

I had had enough of being on the road. I was
tired and irritable, and my temper flared. “We just used the
fucking spare,” I snapped. “We don’t have a spare spare.”

“
Of course.
Shit.
Now
what?”

Before I could answer, a large truck passed
and slowed down, its brake lights bright against the dark backdrop
of the lonely road as it came to a stop. It backed up closer to us.
Though I didn’t know what the driver could do to help unless he
just happened to have a spare 1980-something VW van wheel as part
of his cargo.

The driver jumped down from his truck and
came toward us, his shadowed frame getting bigger and bigger by the
second. He was somewhere in his late forties or early fifties with
a grin that made me shiver. “You okay? Need some help?” he
asked.

I kept my
tone friendly, despite feeling a little uneasy. “Flat tire. We’ll
be fine once we change it, shouldn’t take us too long.” Telling
this mountain of a man that we no longer had a spare felt like a
bad idea. Alex was tall, over six foot, but this guy was even
taller than him and his broad shoulders eclipsed mine. He must
bench-press cars just for something to do. I looked
toward
Alex, who was
now rummaging in the glove compartment, I assumed for the AAA
card.

The driver stepped closer, and although he
was probably trying to smile nicely, it made the hairs on the back
of my neck stand on end. I took a step backward.

“I can take you to the nearest garage while
your friend waits with the van. There’s a town not far from here.
The owner owes me a favor.” His eyes kept darting toward where Alex
was still looking for something. He looked back at me and sneered,
his eyes glinting like he’d won a coveted prize. He grabbed my arm
in a vise grip. “C’mon, it’s not far. Promise.”

There was
something very wrong with this picture, and when I tried to wrestle
my arm free, his grip tightened. “What the fuck? Get your hands off
me. Let go!” I tried to pry his fingers from my
arm
but his grip tightened even
more and became painful to the point I thought he would snap my
bone. I tried not to whimper.

“Ooh, not so tough now are you, huh? C’mon,
I’ll show what a tough guy’s made of. Play nice now.”

The monster of a man gripped my bicep
tighter, causing tears to well in my eyes at the pain as he started
to force me to his truck. I kicked out hard and my foot connected
with his shin.