Authors: Kele Moon
He’d never done this sober, but fuck, he needed it so badly he felt
like he’d die if he didn’t get it now. That first hot feel of a tongue
laving his hole had Gavin choking on the hard breath of air he
sucked into his lungs.
“Shit,” he gasped when he found his voice and then buried his
face deeper in the sheets, fisting his hands to fight against the fiery
surge of pleasure while Brad continued to lick his ass. “Fuck, Brad,
you have no idea how fucking good that feels.”
“Maybe I’l let you show me sometime.” Brad chuckled,
stopping his torment of Gavin’s ass to lean up and nip playfuly at
the curve of his hip.
“Do you bottom?” Gavin asked curiously.
“Do you bottom?” Gavin asked curiously.
He had to admit, the idea of fucking Brad wasn’t wholy
unappealing. He preferred this, namely because it was so fucking
hard for him to get, but picturing himself take Brad was a nice
fantasy too.
“For the right guy,” Brad said softly, stil stroking Gavin’s
spine. “For you most definitely.”
Gavin let the words sink in past his lust-hazed senses, and
then he lifted his head, craning to look at Brad in surprise. “Realy?”
“Oh yes, realy,” Brad said with a smile, making him look so
handsome he took Gavin’s breath away. “But not today. Today I’m
gonna fuck this pretty hole until neither of us can see straight.”
Gavin gasped, his head faling forward once more, his ass
pushing back as he silently offered himself up to Brad. He might not
know how exactly he got here, but he sure wasn’t gonna question
good fortune.
Gavin gave himself over to the feel of a hot, wet tongue
rimming his ass. He even forgot his embarrassment. Worrying
seemed too hard when everything in him was focused on feeling and
remembering everything about this moment. Maybe it was the jaded
side of him, but he was waiting for this to be over, to wake up, for
Brad to come to his senses, for something to happen that’d kil the
dream—but nothing ruined it.
The lust smoldered, kindling into a flame of desire so bright
Gavin forgot the orgasm in the kitchen. He arched his hips, making
his hard cock slide against the sheets. The scrape of material felt
good, chafing in a way that had him searching for more friction.
When Brad added a finger, forcing the tight ring of muscle to loosen
for him, Gavin moaned, fisting the sheets tighter.
“Christ, but you turn me on. You’re so fucking responsive.”
Brad’s breathing was shalow and uneven. “I can’t wait.”
“Then don’t.” Gavin panted, two fingers now working their
way into his ass, stretching him, making it burn the way he loved.
“Talk about courting someone like a woman. Fuck me. I won’t
break.”
“Oh, baby.” Brad groaned. With fingers stil deep in Gavin’s
ass, he moved over him, pressing a kiss between his shoulder
blades and speaking against Gavin’s overheated skin. “I know you
won’t break, but you don’t know how hard I wanna fuck you. I
need you loose for me.”
Gavin spread his legs, giving Brad even better access as he
worked on stretching and preparing him. He wished there was a
mirror on the ceiling, some way to crane his neck and see himself
spread out and open, with fingers fucking his ass, making him burn
with no lube to pave the way. It was dirty and wicked and hot as
hel. Brad was al raw power with his tal, muscular frame pinning
Gavin to the bed. The two of them probably looked amazing
together.
“What’re you thinking about?”
“A mirror.” Gavin pushed back against Brad’s hand, because
just saying it turned him on. “I wanna see myself being a slut for
you.”
Brad groaned, his muscular body faling to the side and
curling up next to Gavin as if he couldn’t hold himself up. Stil
working on loosening a hole that hadn’t been fucked in a very long
time, he ran his other hand through Gavin’s hair. The stroke was
tender for one heartbeat, before it tightened.
Brad jerked Gavin’s head back, exposing him to the light of
morning as he said in a voice bleeding with sex, “I like you like this,
spread out and aching, humping the bed because you’re so fucking
desperate. You wanna be a slut for me?”
“Fuck, yes.” Gavin shivered, the words washing over him like
fire. The pul on his hair, the fingers dry fucking his ass—he’d never
been more turned on in his entire life. “That’s exactly what I want.”
“Then do it.” Brad’s hold on Gavin’s hair was stil unforgiving
as he leaned in, whispering in his ear. “You like it dirty; I do too. Be
filthy; beg me for it. Be a complete cock whore.”
“Please,” Gavin pleaded, his entire body tense and aching
from the level of lust pulsing through his veins. “Fuck me! I need it.
Fuck, I need it. Own me, fuck me, hurt me. God, please, Brad!”
Gavin was drowning in desire. The need was so intense he
hardly heard himself as he kept rambling, begging to be fucked. Al
his senses were overwhelmed from the carnal lust only Brad could
drag out of him, and he was drunk with it. When Brad puled his
fingers out of Gavin’s ass, he gave a keening cry of disappointment,
feeling like he’d been cut off from the energy source that was
making colors burst behind his closed eyes.
Brad crawled over Gavin until he was kneeling between his
legs. Brad placed one large hand against the smal of his back,
soothing Gavin who shifted beneath him, physicaly hurting from the
emptiness. “Be stil, Gav. I want you to wait, hungry for my cock,
until I’m ready to take you.”
It was strange how that worked. Gavin ceased his squirming
for relief, but his body ached more than ever. A fresh blaze of
desire spiraled through his system. His breathing was labored with
excitement. He couldn’t fight the panting desperation—even for
Brad.
“I know, baby,” Brad said over the sound of him tearing
open a condom wrapper. “You like being forced to just lay there
and wait for me. I like it too. You look so good al open and ready
for my cock. Just being stil and obedient like a good little cock
whore.”
Gavin was going to lie there and come if Brad didn’t hurry.
His prick jerked at Brad’s words, hurting from its trapped position
between Gavin’s stomach and the sheets, but he didn’t move. He
didn’t fight for relief from the pressure that built in his bals, making
them ache with the need for release.
Gavin heard Brad reach over to grab the tube of lube he’d
tossed on the bed when they’d first gotten to his bedroom.
“That’s what I want, you know?” Brad’s low, commanding
voice covered the unsexy squirt of lubricant against fingers. “I want
you to be my whore—hot, sexy, wiling for whatever I want to do
to your fucking perfect body. Do you want that, Gav? You wanna
be my cock whore?”
Gavin couldn’t answer him. He’d locked his jaw against the
lust. His body might be stil, but every muscle was tense. He knew
he needed to loosen up a bit or it was going to hurt like hel when
Brad fucked him. But he didn’t care. He wanted the sensory
overload. He liked a little pain.
Brad fisted a hand in Gavin’s hair, jerking him out of his
internal musing. “I asked you a question. I want you to answer it.
Does the idea of being a whore for me turn you on?”
“Yes,” Gavin sobbed, the words releasing a wealth of longing
as the coil of tension started to unravel. “Fuck, yes. I’l be anything
you want.”
Brad groaned, obviously enjoying the answer. He rubbed his
fingers against Gavin’s ass, leaving a trail of sticky lubricant. “I’m
not using much,” Brad warned. “Because I’m a twisted bastard and
I want you to feel the first time I fuck you for a long time after it’s
over.”
They were both twisted bastards, because Gavin wanted it
too. He wanted the memory of Brad to hurt for days.
Brad grabbed Gavin’s hips, forcing him onto his knees. Legs
spread wide, ass in the air with his face buried against the sheets,
Gavin’s entire being vibrated when Brad leaned into him, his cock
sliding against the crack of his ass.
Brad didn’t warn him; he simply took what he wanted. Gavin
didn’t have time to adjust before Brad was pushing into him, forcing
his way past the tight ring of muscle. The sting was a sizzle of
pleasure, and Gavin opened wider to it, savoring the feeling of being
stretched and filed until he couldn’t think about anything but the
thick prick fucking him.
And he was thick. Lube or not, Gavin would feel Brad for
days afterward. He was so caught up in enjoying the sting of being
fucked, Gavin temporarily forgot the main reason why bottoming to
a big dick made pussy seem lame. Then Brad’s cock brushed
against his prostate, giving him an abrupt reminder that made Gavin
cry out, his body surging forward from the electrical shock of
pleasure.
“Fuck,” he gasped, stil trying to pul away from Brad
because the ecstasy was too intense. “Stop, stop, stop. Christ,
you’re big and—”
“Shhh,” Brad coaxed. One hand stil sticky with lube gripped
Gavin’s thigh, while the other closed over his shoulder, forcing
Gavin to stay where he was. “Just breathe. Go into it. This is what
you want. Let yourself feel it.”
“I can’t take it. Been such a fucking long time.” Gavin panted
even as he curved into the tight hold Brad had on his shoulder. His
face was hot, his eyes shut tightly as Brad pushed deeper into him,
forcing him to feel the intense pleasure that was so good it hurt.
“Fuck! Oh shit. I can’t—”
“Breathe,” Brad reminded him, squeezing Gavin’s shoulder.
“And push out. It’l help.”
Gavin fought to do both those things, and it eased the slide of
Brad’s cock until Brad was buried bals-deep in him. Their
breathing was heavy and labored, the passion pulsing between them
brighter than ever, but both of them stiled for a moment to savor
the connection.
“You feel so good.” Brad moaned, leaning over Gavin
heavily. He tangled his fingers in Gavin’s hair once more, tugging his
head back to whisper in his ear, “You’re so fucking tight, so hot, so
goddamned sexy. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”
“God, me too,” Gavin admitted, fighting to relax so he could
feel something past the pleasure and tightness in his muscles. “I’ve
wanted you—this—for years and fuck, but it feels good. Too
good.”
Brad gave a low hum of agreement, words obviously
escaping him. He started moving again, fucking Gavin’s ass slowly
as if stil giving him time to adjust. Gavin gasped, a shudder going
from head to toe when Brad’s cock brushed his prostate a second
time. He was more prepared this time, the jolt of pleasure not quite
so shocking but stil al-encompassing. Brad tugged Gavin’s hair
again. He forced his head back and leaned over until Gavin was
looking into dark eyes swirling with hunger.
“I like when you shake for me,” Brad said, his voice laced
with sex and need. “Do you like my cock stretching you, filing you,
owning that tight ass of yours?”
Gavin blinked against the ecstasy. “Yes,” he groaned with a
rasp of pleasure. “I love it.”
Brad pushed his hips tightly against Gavin’s ass, forcing him
to once again feel the ful length and girth of him. Brad’s head fel
forward heavily, his entire body shaking with need. “I wanna slam
into you, Gav. I wanna fuck you hard and fast. Loosen up for me,
baby. Lemme have you.”
Fuck, Gavin wanted that too. Every other time he’d tried this
he’d been drunk and completely detached from the “always in
control” guy he was most of the time. Now it was the euphoria of
Brad, the scent of him, the stretch of his cock buried deep, and the
feel of his body stil heavy over him that pushed him to a different
realm. Escaping stress and work and everything about real life that
weighed on him, Gavin shuddered and gave himself over to the
moment.
Surrendering himself body and soul was a potent aphrodisiac.
Gavin opened himself to be fucked as hard and fast as Brad
wanted. Brad knew it too, obviously feeling the defeat wash over
Gavin. He puled out almost instantly, the slide of that thick cock
making Gavin moan even as he savored the strange mindset of
captivity, where there was nothing to fight and everything to feel.
Brad thrust forward without warning, taking him in a hard,
nearly sadistic plunge. Gavin gasped from the pleasure of it. With
his head wrenched back and his legs spread wide, Gavin
abandoned himself to the ferocious assault. He loved every hard