Jealousy (4 page)

“
Did I wake you?” Peter asked.

“
It’s OK.  I was trying to wait up for you.”

“
I would have been home a lot earlier, but I had to straighten out inventory.  The stock room was a mess.  I have to do everything myself.  I can’t leave these guys alone for 10 minutes without supervising everything they do.”

“
Don’t worry about any of that.  You’re home now.”  She crawled toward him on her hands and knees, untied her satin robe and threw it on the bed.

Peter stared at her nakedness.

She rubbed his shoulders and kissed his neck.

“
Ahhh, Heather.”  Peter leaned his head back.  “I can always count on you to take my stress away at the end of the day.”

She moved her lips over his chest and down between his legs.  He pulled her up and laid her down on the bed.  She tried to take him in her mouth again, but he kept stopping her.
She wanted more than just intercourse, but he didn’t seem interested.  She assumed it was because he was tired, so she let him climb on top of her.  She watched his face as he began the same, steady up and down rhythm.  She wanted him to look at her, but he kept his eyes closed.  She spotted the belt to her robe, strewn on the bed next to her, and picked it up.  She wrapped it gently around his neck and slowly tightened it.  Peter’s eyes bolted wide open.  She let out a provocative laugh.  Maybe that game was a little too risky.  “Tie me up,” she whispered.

He ignored her.

“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.  You can bend me over and . . .”

He shook his head.

She knew dirty talk bothered him.  He made that clear a long time ago.  “Do you want to gag me?” she asked, with a smile.

He rolled his eyes.

She tied one of her hands to the headboard, but Peter unraveled the belt and threw it on the floor.

“
C’mon,” she said, “let’s do something different.  Something fun. Something exciting.”

He paused for a few seconds. 
“OK.  You can get on top.”

Chapter Five:

Jus
tin was dominant, but Billy was aggressive. Although it wasn’t his preference, occasionally Justin liked to take the submissive role and sleep with a big hulking bear. Billy wasn’t actually a big hulking bear, but he was a big dude, as tall as Justin and built like Mr. Universe. With his dark wavy hair, full lips and a massive chest, Billy resembled a slim-downed version of Sylvester Stallone, not the ‘roided out one. And what Italian didn’t have a crush on Sly Stallone?

They had been going at it for the last 40 minutes and Justin didn
’t know how Billy held out so long. Maybe he was on steroids after all.

Justin pushed back on his knees. 
“Sorry.  That’s it. I can’t take it anymore.  I’m done.”

Billy thrust his hips forward and pushed Justin back down on the bed. 
“I’ll tell you when you’re done, bitch!”

“
I’m serious.  Let me up.”

Billy grabbed Justin by the back of the hair, pushed his face down into
the pillow and rode him harder.

“
Get the fuck off of me!”  Justin bucked and tried to shake Billy off of him.

Billy twisted Justin
’s arm and pinned him down on the bed.  “I said, I’m not done, asshole.”

At first, Justin thought Billy was on some kind of S&M ego trip, but his gut told him that Billy was dangerous.
Justin needed to be more careful about who he slept with. In the future, he should probably just stick to the submissive boys he always fancied. He preferred to be the one in charge.

Justin remained calm and let his years of self-defense training take over.
He twisted his body and quickly crawled out from underneath Billy.  They began to wrestle on the bed. Billy was strong and Justin was having a hard time keeping his balance on the uneven surface of the soft mattress. They both tumbled to the floor and Justin hit the back of his head on the night stand.  He was momentarily dazed, but quickly cleared his head.  When he got to his feet, Billy was waiting for him.  Billy was hunched over with his arms out to the side and his eyes bulging in their sockets.  His muscles flexed and his nostrils flared, as his cheeks puffed in and out with heavy breaths.  In his right hand, he brandished a large pocket knife.  He looked like a cross between the Incredible Hulk and Rambo.

Billy took two swipes at Justin with the knife.  Luckily, Justin was quick enough to escape the sharp edge of the blade, but barely.  The second swipe almost nicked him clear across the abdomen.  Justin took a step back and planted his feet firmly on the floor.
He crouched down like a cat ready to pounce and threw two kicks.  The first one knocked the knife out of Billy’s hand and the second one hit Billy directly across the jaw.  Justin kicked the knife under the bed and looked down at Billy, half conscious on the floor. “Fuckin’ psycho!”

Justin grabbed most of his clothing and his boots and marched out the front door stark naked.

#

A
side from the maniac Justin ran into last week, he enjoyed the single life.  At least that’s what he repeatedly told himself.  It was fun, at best.  Variety was nice.  But it only masked the shadows of loneliness for a few short hours.  The morning light always brought with it an empty bed and the constant reminder that he was alone.

Justin shook his head and cleared his thoughts.  He had eight hours before the light of day inflicted its harsh reality upon him.
He ordered another drink and listened to the beat of the music that reverberated in his ears.  It was hot and congested in the club, but the crowd was alive and he loved it.  He already met several handsome men that would suffice, but he wasn’t overly interested in any of them.  The night was still young and he wanted to hold out for someone who piqued his interest.  He sipped his vodka and cranberry at the bar and scanned the room.  He bobbed his head and tapped his foot to the pounding music.  The overhead lights ignited the people on the dance floor in brilliant shades of purple, blue and red.  Justin’s eyes moved from face to face and rested on Tyler Kennedy.  It wasn’t surprising.  Tyler, outlandish and uninhibited, demanded attention.

As if by some sort of mental telepathy, Tyler turned toward Justin, stopped, and cast an inquisitive smile
at him before resuming his full-body shimmy on the dance floor.  Justin continued to watch Tyler with curiosity.  Tyler owned the room. With his tight leather pants that barely covered his buttocks, his bare chest, and wild aerobatic dance moves, it was clear that Tyler never blended into a crowd.  He outshined everyone in it.

Tyler was boyish and clean shaven.  His body was slim and petite, and he had a gorgeous mane of light brown hair
that cascaded just past his shoulders.  His colorful personality penetrated the air, and Justin found it intriguing and captivating and was unable to avert his eyes.  Tyler wasn’t Justin’s usual type at all.  He preferred his boys somewhat shy and demure, but the attraction was magnetic.

After Tyler finished spiraling to the song blaring from the sound system, he headed directly toward Justin. 
“I saw you watching me,” he said, with a bright smile.

“
I couldn’t help it.  I’m surprised the whole place wasn’t watching you.  You’re mesmerizing.”

Tyler stepped closer and hung his forearm over Justin
’s shoulder.  “Well, I think you’re positively
delicious
!”

Justin giggled. 
“Can I get you a drink?”

“
Only if you promise to get me drunk and take advantage of me.”

He laughed again. 
“Do I really need to get you drunk first?”

Tyler pursed his lips together and tapped his finger on his chin. 
“That depends.”

“
On what?”

Tyler ran his hands over Justin
’s chest.  “On what’s under this shirt.”

“
Do you want me to take it off and show you?”

“
Yes!”

Justin didn
’t hesitate.  He slipped the shirt over his head and tossed it onto the bar.

Tyler licked his index finger and slowly ran it down the center of Justin
’s chest.  Tyler looked up, with his mouth slightly open and inviting, and met Justin’s sultry stare.

The
three drinks Justin already consumed intensified his arousal.  He grabbed Tyler’s face in his hands and planted a deep wet kiss on his mouth.  The sweet scent exuding from Tyler’s long hair excited him and he jutted his pelvis forward and pressed it against Tyler.

“
Easy, delicious.” Tyler pushed him slightly away so their bodies were no longer touching. “Buy a girl a drink first.”

J
ustin smiled at Tyler without saying anything for a moment.  Then he put his hands on Tyler’s narrow waist and pulled him back so their bodies rubbed against one another.  Justin kissed Tyler again, took his hand and led him out of the club.

#

Justin pushed Tyler down and crawled on top of him, imprisoning him on the bed.

Tyler giggled.  “Someone likes it rough.”

“You bet your sweet little ass I do.”  Justin grabbed Tyler’s face in his hand.  He was about to give him a forceful kiss, but Tyler scuttled out from underneath him and jumped off of the bed.

“Slow down, boyfriend.”  Tyler put his hands on his hips and displayed a teasing smile.  “A lady likes a little romance first.”

“Romance?”  Justin turned onto his side, supported his head with one hand and cupped his naked crotch with the other.  “I’m gonna romance you all night long.”

Tyler slowly li
cked his top lip. “Yes you will, but we’re going to do it nice and slow.  This isn’t going to be a hit and run.”  He sauntered around the room and held his hand out in front of him as he spoke.  “You see, anticipation builds the excitement. It creates suspense.  It generates a fervor.  Sex is not just about instant gratification.  It takes the consciousness to another realm.  Tonight, you and I, my darling impatient man, are going to achieve zen.”

Tyler casually dropped his leather jeans to the floor.  It didn’t take much, his boyish hips barely held them up.  He stepped out of them and walked closer to the bed.  Tyler wasn’t wearing any
underwear, and his erection stood proudly on display.  Justin reached for it, but Tyler backed up.

“Patience.”  Tyler waved his index finger and smiled.  “Tolerance and fortitude will bring you to places you never imagined.”  He took a fresh flower off
of the dresser.  It was a rose from Heather's garden.  "I want you to lie perfectly still and close your eyes."  Tyler sat down on the edge of the bed.  "I said, close your eyes."

Justin chuckled.  "I'm gonna try, but I can't promise anything."

Tyler looked around the bedroom and spotted Justin’s robe on the chair in the corner.  He took the belt and blindfolded Justin with it.

It was exciting, but a part of Justin was leery.
He just met this guy.  Tyler could grab something valuable and be out the door before he got the blindfold off.  He tried to remember if he had any money or anything of value lying around, but something tickled his chest and distracted him. It was the flower.

"Feel the soft petals against your skin," Tyler
said.  "Clear your head and don't think of anything except the flower.  Visualize it in your mind.  See the deep blood red pigment of the rose.  See it touching your body.

It was surprisingly erotic.  It made Justin yearn for deeper physical contact.  It was har
d to lie still.  He reached out and his hand found Tyler’s thigh.

“Keep your hands flat on the bed.”  Tyler removed Justin
’s hand from his leg.   “Let me touch you.”

Tyler gently ran the flower across Justin's chest, down his right arm, then down his left.  The flower traced each finger from the knuck
le to its tip.  Next, Tyler slowly glided it down the length of Justin’s legs, one at a time.

Neither one of them spoke.  The only sound in the room was Justin's breath, deepening with each caress of the silky rose against his bare skin.  The flower found its way back to the center of his chest.  It made small circles around his nipples, first clockwise, then counter clockwise.  His nerve endings were standing on end.  They were over sensitized and over stimulated.  He was tingling all over.  A sweet aroma filled his nost
rils.  He wrinkled his nose.  It was the flower.

"That's it," Tyler whispered.  "Let your senses experience the pleasures.
"

The rose traveled across
the nape of Justin’s neck and traced the outline of his collarbone.  It ran down his sternum and slowly outlined each one of his ribs. Normally it would have tickled, but this flower was magical.  It was a wand filled with delight, bestowing joy and bliss co-mingled with rapture.

All of his senses were heightened.  They were alive.  It was as if he was using them for the first time.  He not only felt the flower, but he heard it,
as it glided across his skin. The sweet scent of the rose got stronger, or lighter, depending upon its proximity to his nose.  The flower jumped to his ankle, floated over his calf and lingered on his thigh.  It settled in the area where his thigh met his hip.  It felt like a thousand tiny little fingers were igniting his flesh with sensations of grandeur.  Then it was gone.  It was no longer touching him.  He yearned for it, and silently begged for its return.  He lusted for the touch of a flower.  It was back, and it was more sensual than before.  It danced around the base of his penis and down between his legs, over and around his sac.  His body jerked from the rush of adrenaline and he thought he might come from the jubilant petals of a red rose.  The thought was almost unimaginable, but his sensory receptors were accelerated to an extraordinary level.