Racing the Moon (9 page)

Which was better. Numb asses just sucked rocks.

Really.

Chapter Eight

Sonny swung in the hammock, one foot rocking himself lazily. Sun. Sand. A weird assed eco-terrorist to snuggle with. The only way his vacation could be better was if MJ would offer up that amazing ass for him to fuck.

It didn't look like that was going to happen, but, hey, he'd never thought he'd kidnap anyone and haul them to Jamaica either.

Lord, that had been fun. Maybe he should buy some more morphine and take MJ somewhere else. Aruba. Barbados. Hell, maybe they should go to Australia. He peered down at the floor of the porch, where MJ was spread like a two-dollar whore, naked as a jaybird and sunning himself. He didn't
seem
to be showing any signs of withdrawal.

The man had some amazing ink. Black and spiky, flowing over that belly, over one pec, down the opposite thigh.

There was even a faint etching of the same pattern on the base of the man's cock, just brushing the ball sac.

Damn.

He'd noticed that before, but he'd been entirely too hurty to do anything about it. Three days of swimming and sunning? Yeah, his ankle felt better. Sonny pondered. MJ's blanket thingee was bigger than his hammock, and way sturdier. He'd go down there.

Swinging out of the hammock, he sat on the blanket, cross-legged, and started tracing patterns. "So what does this mean?"

"That one on my thigh means warrior and peace, sort of swirled together."

"Yeah?" He touched it, feeling the roughness of hair, the smoothness of scar tissue formed by the tat. "It's pretty."

"Thanks." MJ smiled, skin hot as hell under his fingers.

His fingers wandered, tracing up to caress the line between torso and thigh. "Did you go to college?"

Okay that was out of the blue, but somehow he wanted to know. What did a guy study that made him go, hmm, I wanna blow shit up for peace?

"Yeah. Berkeley first, then Cal Tech."

California. Yeah. That belly was flat and fine, calling his fingers. Damn. The man frustrated him, made him want to holler a lot, but damn.

"Mmm. Feels good. What about you? You go to school?" MJ arched, rocking up just a little. Sensual little shit.

Sonny bent, licked at the little hairs trailing from MJ's belly button down. "No. Was going to, but it just didn't work out..."

Yeah. He'd got that beaten right out of him, that urge to study.

"What did you want to... Mmm... what did you want to study?" Oh, look at that cock fill.

"Russian literature. Hotel management. Underwater basket weaving. Shit, I just wanted to go drink beer and ogle pretty boys."

Damn. The ink around that cock was much easier to see now.

MJ chuckled, shook his head. "I never liked literature class. I was an engineer."

Well, duh.

"Makes sense." Sonny figured he was something of an engineer himself. One hundred and fifty proof. God, MJ smelled good. All he had to do was turn his head and his lips were at the base of that hot prick. So he did.

"Uh-huh..." Fuck, those blond curls were soft as hell, slick, sweet.

His fingers and his lips met, his hand curling around MJ's cock to pull it to his mouth, his tongue coming out to taste.

"Oh." That was a sweet sound, damn near as good as the flavor of that hot fucking skin.

Almost. Sonny figured he might be a little oral. He licked again, really savoring it, the heat and salt, the sea and man taste.

MJ stretched out, thighs tight, shaking just a little before settling down, spreading a bit.

"What kind of engineering? Electrical? Chemical?" He grinned a little, breathing hard on the skin he'd just licked, looking to see where the ink went from there.

"I. Electrical. I like to... Oh, fuck. I like to make things work." Oh, look at that. It had to fucking hurt, a needle pushing into that sensitive skin.

"Did it hurt?" he asked, just not able to resist, licking down along the design, his cock starting to ache at the thought of MJ just getting off on it, getting inked and moaning and writhing.

"Yeah, but it was... It's hard to explain." Oh, there was a story there.

He'd need to know that, he figured. Later. He'd make a note to ask later. Right now? He'd settle on licking those balls one way, then the other, cupping underneath with the flat of his tongue.

"Oh. Hot." MJ sounded a little stunned, a lot horny, just moving and rocking on his tongue.

They'd done at least a dozen hurried hand jobs, but this was their first slow taste. His first
real
taste. Sonny was finding MJ fucking addictive. He licked and sucked, the soft, wrinkled skin just amazingly hot and firm.

MJ made some great fucking noises -- some high and breathy, some deep and rough, depending on where his mouth was.

Sonny stopped short of rimming MJ's ass, even though he wanted to. He figured it might ruin the mood, and God knew he didn't want to do that. So he moved back up, sucking the head of MJ's cock into his mouth.

MJ's feet slammed against the floorboards, a sharp cry ringing out. Oh, hell, yes. That was fine.

The man just made him hungry, yes, indeed. He had a kick like good 'shine, enough to intoxicate. Sonny went all the way down, sealing his lips to the line of tattoo around the base.

"Oh. Oh. Oh..." MJ twisted, pushing and moving, trying to get deeper into him.

He could have been a bitch and held the man down, but Sonny was needing so bad... He cupped that muscular ass in his hands and let MJ fuck his mouth.

Fingers slid down, brushed over his head, his ears, filthy fucking words pouring down as MJ gave it up, hips rocking furiously into his mouth.

That cock was thick, salty-bitter, and just long enough to nudge the back of his throat. Sonny breathed through his nose, lips and tongue working, his hand coming up to pull at MJ's balls just a little too hard.

That was all it took, MJ grunting and jerking, just giving it right up for him.

Fuck, yeah. Oh, fuck, yeah. A man could live on that taste for
months
. Sonny sucked MJ right down, licking him, sparing only a half-second's hope that the man was clean.

MJ's ass landed on the blanket, groaning. "Oh, God. Your mouth."

"Mmm." Humming, Sonny licked the tip one last time, pressing his tongue into the slit just to catch it all. "You like?"

"Fuck, yes." His head was caressed, stroked, petted. "Yes."

"Good." Grinning, he crawled up to straddle MJ's thighs, stroking his own cock, which poked right up out of his soft shorts. He needed to come in the worst way.

MJ's hands joined his, pumping away, being a helpful little shit.

"Oh, hell, yes." Sonny let his head fall back, one hand moving on his cock, the other going back to brace on MJ's leg to give him better leverage, more thrust.

"Look at you, man. Fucking sexy." MJ was watching, lips open, hand working the tip of his prick, rubbing in circles.

"Damn. Hell. MJ. God." His whole body shuddered, his cock throbbing, so close. So close.

"Uh-huh. Let me see it." MJ's free hand tweaked his nipple good and hard, electricity zinging through him.

That did it. Whoa. Sonny arched, his cock jerking madly as he shot all over MJ's hand and arm, a harsh cry coming from him. "Damn. Yeah."

MJ groaned, nodded, hand working him through the aftershocks. He took MJ's hands in his, eased them away. Man, that made him sensitive as hell, made his belly rock hard. "You got good hands, Precious."

"They keep me in pennies." MJ stretched up, wiggling a little in the sun. "Sunshine."

Chuckling, Sonny slapped MJ's belly, watching fingerprints rise on the tanned skin. "You? Are purely something."

His nipple got pinched, hard as all fuck. "No slapping."

"Why? You like it too much?" The sting made him remember what he'd meant to ask. "So what about the tat?"

"Huh? What about it?"

"You said it was a long story." His fingers found the base of MJ's cock. "I got time."

"I go to a couple of guys between jobs. One on the west coast, one in Singapore, one in Samoa. They..." MJ shifted a little, grinned. "Take care of me."

"That's not a story." He petted a little, knowing if he was sensitive, MJ had to be positively twitchy. Sonny pinched the tip of MJ's cock, so lightly. "Tell."

MJ arched, belly going tight. "Easy, man. What do you want to know? I started small, little sections, found out I liked it, you know? I got a whole thing with it."

"No, I want the story of
this
one." Did it hurt? Did you like it?

"Oh." MJ's cheeks went pink, eyes rolling a little. "I got into some trouble, got fucked up, thought my ass was grass. I needed something after it, something to make me. Uh. You know. Something to make it all work again."

Sonny stared. "It works just fine, Precious. And no, I don't know. Do tell." Why this was so fucking important he didn't know.

"It's not that big of a deal, yeah? There's this guy, he and I used to fuck after he inked me. He noticed that things weren't up and bouncy and he told me he could help." MJ's eyes were fucking hot, cock filling again, sure and slow.

"And it helped?" God, he could just see that, someone putting a needle to MJ's skin, then bending over and taking MJ's pretty cock up the ass.

"It did. It burned like fucking fire and I got hard. Swore I was going to come in black like the ink."

"It's hot, Precious. Real hot." Stroking, easy and soft, Sonny stared at it, imagined it. Fuck, what a visual.

"When he wrapped me up, started riding, I just... Man. He had me spread-eagled on this chair, just there to ink and ride."

"Goddamn." He wanted to fuck MJ so damned bad. He wanted inside, just to feel. He traced that cock again, fingers slipping down to follow the tat. "I...MJ."

"Yeah." MJ arched, eyes rolling back into his head. Fuck, look at that. Fucking pretty.

Sonny shifted, rubbed, his own cock almost hurting as it grew, lengthened. "Want you."

"Yeah. I hear you. I know about wanting." MJ's eyes just dragged down his body, tongue slipping out to wet those lips.

"Let me, MJ. Please?" Goddamn, he'd never begged for it in his life, but he wanted so bad. Needed it.

"I never have." MJ's hand found his cock, just barely touching. "You going to let me?"

He arched, his head falling back. One good turn deserved another, right? He wasn't no fucking chicken. "I...yeah. It'd be fair."

"You can't hit me during, either."

"I'm not going to." Lord, you hit a man a few times and he started expecting it. Sonny chuckled. "And you can't try to rip body parts off."

MJ nodded. "I won't even blow any bits off."

"Works for me." He slid off MJ's body, spread those muscled thighs. "We need...damn. Did you get condoms when you went shopping?"

"Huh? No. No, I didn't figure we'd need them. Aren't there any in the shaving kits?"

"I. Oh. Yeah. There's actually one in my ditty bag." Lord knew how old it was, but he didn't care. "Be right back."

He was so not giving up this chance.

He heard footsteps following him, MJ right at his back.

Sonny dug for the condom, crowing as he came up with it. He turned, practically mowing the man down. "Bedroom?" he asked.

"Lube?" MJ was looking a little wild-eyed, a little jumpy. Oh, no. No thinking. None.

That would never do. He pressed MJ against the wall, biting the man's neck, teeth sinking in hard. "We've got oil." Baby oil. Lotion.

MJ arched, starting to rub against him, all that skin just right there.

Yeah. That was more like it. Perfect. Baby oil. Sonny grabbed the ditty bag and took it along, dancing MJ back into the bedroom. He touched with his free hand, stroking, tracing ink.

MJ chuckled, mouth on his shoulder, sliding over his skin with those teeth, just threatening.

"Mmm. Yeah. Yeah." They tumbled right onto the bed, the ceiling fan overhead cooling their heated skin, and he pushed MJ down on his back, licking his lips at the fucking picture the man made.

"You sure you want to do this, man?" MJ was working that full prick, hand sliding in a steady rhythm.

"Why the fuck wouldn't I?" He fumbled for the damned oil, getting it open, spilling a bunch on the bed. "I haven't wanted anything so much in a long time."

"Because I'll be after your pretty ass later." MJ spread a little, showing off. "This worth it?"

That ass was enough to give a man palpitations. Sonny'd thought so from the first time he saw it. "Yeah," he said, putting two fingers against MJ's hole, rubbing oil against the sensitive skin. "Yeah, it is."

MJ tensed a little, hips shifting away from the touch before settling back.

"S'okay, man. I swear to God, no hurting." He'd done this a million times. Maybe more. Never had one complaint. He took his time, used lots of oil, got MJ good and slick before pushing one finger in.

Oh, sweet fuck. MJ was hot and tight enough to make him think he might beg for mercy before MJ did. Sonny took a deep breath, willing himself to wait, to take his time. In and out, gentling, opening, he moved his finger, watching MJ's face. MJ watched him, eyes fucking sharp and close, body just starting to shift, to ride it, feel him. Good man. Nice and easy.

"Fucking tight, MJ. Hot. Pretty as all hell." Sonny murmured meaningless words, fucking words. The one finger became two as he eased out and back in, adding a little more oil.

"Mmm..." MJ stretched, thighs spreading a little farther and giving him a long look.

Damn. Oh, yeah. Sonny watched his fingers slide in and out, his mouth dry, his skin hot. He couldn't wait to get in there.

"You look fucking hungry, like you want to eat me up."

"That's because I do." Sonny spread his fingers, just a little, watching MJ's belly quiver. "You're... Jesus, MJ. Tight."

"Full. It's so full." That hard cock bobbed, leaving a wet kiss on MJ's belly.

"S'okay, Precious. I swear, you're gonna like it. Gonna give you one more finger." He wanted to just say screw the prep, but MJ needed it. That damned tight body was just squeezing him. More lube, a few more pushes, and slow but sure, he pushed three in.