Safe in His Arms (22 page)

Casey shivered as his flesh disappeared between two red lips surrounded by trimmed facial hair. Lon glanced up at him with eyelids half-closed with desire. Casey’s breath caught in his throat, and he bucked eagerly into the warm cavern of Lon’s mouth. Lon urged him on with his large hands splayed on Casey’s butt.

“Oh, yes,” Casey mumbled.

He stayed there as long as he could before pulling away and telling Lon he didn’t want to come that way—not tonight, anyway. Lon was more than happy to have Casey work him into a frenzy instead. Casey knew what Lon liked by now—they’d been lovers for over a month. He climbed off Lon’s chest and moved around to take Lon’s giant in his mouth, then he flung one leg over Lon’s stomach and hopped on, presenting his arse for Lon to play with. Lon loved arse play, and Casey had been driven wild with Lon’s fingers in his hole, time and time again.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Lon groaned as he spread Casey’s arse cheeks.

In porn movies they always showed guys who were able to suck and fuck at the same time. Casey wondered how they could do that, because he sure couldn’t. He would be concentrating on shoving as much of Lon’s cock into his mouth as he could, and then Lon would do something highly erotic to his body, and his rhythm would falter. Most of the time, he had to stop sucking because he was sure he would asphyxiate himself by either choking on cock, or trying to scream and lick at the same time.

So he sucked with vigor on the erect penis in front of him while he still could. He was sure that Lon was about to do something that would blow his mind, and if his ears were not mistaken, that was the sound of the lubricant lid closing. He pulled off Lon and licked down the long length, not wanting any part of his favorite toy to feel unloved. Just because he couldn’t fit it all in his mouth, didn’t mean he didn’t love that monster from base to tip.

He was kissing his way down the big, juicy vein on the topside of Lon’s cock when Lon pushed one finger against his rim.

“Oh, jeez,” he gasped.

“Cold?” Lon asked.

“Fantastic,” was all Casey could say. He blinked and tried to focus on the job in front of him, but Lon was twisting his finger inside his hole, brushing against his prostate. “Oh, God.”

“Nope. Just Lon.”

He tried to groan at Lon’s pathetic joke, but it came out more as a moan. “I meant ‘Oh, God, thank you for providing men with that wonderful place inside our bodies that brings us so much pleasure,’” he clarified.

“What place?” Lon asked, “You mean this spot?”

His reward was Casey’s choked cry and the relaxation of muscles around Lon’s thick finger. Lon tried for two fingers and sighed as Casey’s body accepted it without too much of a fuss. Casey had joked and called him “arse-centric,” but over the years Lon had come to love the play that was necessary to get his girth inside a hot hole. He would need to get a third finger in Casey tonight before he even attempted penetration with his cock. He’d never been more careful with a bed partner. If Casey enjoyed the night, then he would be inviting Lon back for another go. “Are you ready for another finger, Casey-love?”

“God, yes.”

“Then suck my dick while I get you ready.” Lon was rewarded with hot suction again as he applied more lube and pushed a third finger in. Casey hissed with the sting. “Too much?”

“No. Keep going, for fuck’s sake.”

“Relax,” Lon coached. “Think about relaxing that muscle. You can do it.”

Casey rocked a little with burn, but found himself unable to do anything but follow instructions.

“Spread your legs. Relax, love. That’s it. Shh. You’ve got it now. How does that feel? You’re doing great.”

The words barely registered, but the wonderful feeling of fullness did.

“Casey?”

“Hmm?” He didn’t know if it was the first or the fifth time Lon had said his name.

“Can you do this for me?”

Casey blinked his eyes and focused on the little packet that appeared in his vision. A condom. In his mind he could see where it needed to go, but he couldn’t verbalize it.

“Casey? Baby? If you put this on me, we can move on to the next part.”

Oh, sweet Lordy. He wanted the next part. He was still straddling Lon’s chest, meaning Lon couldn’t reach his own dick, so Casey grabbed the packet and fumbled it open. He placed it on Lon’s crown and rolled it down. It was a tight fit.

“Is this sucker gonna hold? I think you’re stretching it.”

Lon laughed. “I haven’t had a broken one yet, but I need to buy the extra-large condoms to get them on. I admit they’re still a tight fit, but the pressure helps me last longer.”

Finally the condom was in place, and Casey made to move off Lon’s body.

“No, stay. You be on top. That way you can control the penetration.” Lon placed his large hands around Casey’s ribs and pushed him down until he was kneeling over his erection. He grabbed the lube and chucked extra on his length, just to make sure, then held his cock still for Casey to move down on.

He could hear Casey’s loud breaths as he struggled to relax and had a moment of regret that they weren’t face-to-face to allow Lon to judge his expressions. In his experience, guys who were not overly experienced in anal coped best in this position. They were able to pull off when they needed.

Casey was in two-parts ecstasy, one-part hell. He was prepared for the burn, but Lon’s girth was more than he’d ever tried before. Obviously those extra inches around were just a little too much. But the feeling of fullness, and the knowledge that it was Lon, had him pressing on for the prize. Lon was behind him, squeezing the globes of his arse and allowing Casey to do whatever he wanted, without bucking or thrusting.

“Holy heaven, Casey-love. You feel fantastic. That’s it. Don’t force it, just relax.”

Casey groaned and pushed down again, squeezing his own cock as the pleasure rolled over him. Oh, man. He was taking Lon in. He felt that final muscle relax and Lon’s cock go deep. He could feel Lon’s hands rubbing his back, feeling him all over as he squirmed on top, trying to get comfortable. He rocked a bit and shouted as, instead of pain, there was an intense feeling of pleasure. Using his leg muscles he rose up and pushed back down, feeling only goodness.

“Oh, Lon. That feels great.”

He rose up and down, reveling in the fact that it didn’t hurt anymore. It actually felt ten times better than he dreamed it would. Ten times? Make that twenty. He was rocking and riding Lon like a cowboy. And enjoyed it when Lon took his penis in his hand and gave it a tug.

“Good?” Lon asked.

“Super,” was all he could reply, grinding down and pushing that cock a little farther inside. He tried it all—bouncing, grinding, rocking. It was all great, but he needed something more. He placed his feet flat, stood up, and groaned as Lon’s length left him and brushed his prostate.

“Casey?” Lon asked in a worried tone. “Are you okay?”

“Super,” he repeated. “But let’s try for stupendous.”

He fell to all fours, thrust a pillow under his stomach and buried his face in the covers of their bed. Lon froze as he realized what Casey wanted.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, yeah.” He turned his head to watch Lon move, but was disappointed when he didn’t move around behind him. He came up on his hands. “What’s wrong?”

Lon smiled his sweet smile. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s right. I just forgot to do this.” He swooped down to capture Casey’s lips with his own. They kissed desperately for a moment until Casey broke away.

“Fuck me, Lon. Please?”

This time Lon didn’t hesitate. “With pleasure.” He lubed up again and pressed his dick back against Casey’s rim, grumbling his gratification deep in his throat as he was once again accepted into Casey’s body. He paused to make sure his partner was ready, then slowly thrust his hips back and forth.

The new position was better for both of them. Casey screamed into the blankets as his desire rose higher. “Oh, God, Lon. I’m not going to make it much longer.”

Casey knew Lon was fighting his own desire, trying not to go too hard or too deep. For this first time, he couldn’t judge Casey’s capability in taking it hard and fast, so he was keeping his need to thrust madly under wraps. But Casey could feel those threads of control rapidly unraveling. Lon reached under Casey’s body and palmed his erection, quickly encircled it, and jerked in time to his thrusts.

“C’mon, Casey-love. Let it go.”

And he did, coming abruptly and splashing hot ejaculate onto the bed cover. It signaled for Lon to allow his climax to come too, and he covered Casey’s body with his own, drawing him into the cradle of his arms as he thrust rapidly.

“Argh.”

Casey hoped no one was walking by the van at that moment, because Lon’s cry of exaltation could not be interpreted as anything but what it was. He reached behind himself with both hands, one hand gripping Lon’s thigh to keep their bodies in contact, the other reaching up over his shoulder to gently cup Lon’s head. For long moments they remained motionless, each lost in the feel of the other. But the world was still spinning around them and soon reality intruded.

“Crap. We forgot to put down a towel and now I jizzed all over your blankets.”

Lon snorted and reached down to hold the condom as he disengaged. “I’ll wash ’em tomorrow.”

“You shouldn’t have to. It’s my jizz,” Casey argued.

“Yeah, but I made you come. My fault.”

Casey nodded and agreed. “True. You definitely made me come—and come hard. So it’s your mess.”

Lon grabbed the tissue box and threw it in Casey’s direction. “Anything that landed on your own body is yours to wipe.”

They cleaned up and Casey asked, “Can you chuck my work shorts in the washing while you’re doing the blankets? I haven’t cleaned them yet.”

“You don’t throw your shorts in with the blankets, love. For a start your shorts will come out covered in fluff—but also you need to wash them on different cycles. Your work shorts need heavy-duty washing. The blankets don’t.” He continued on, telling Casey about how to sort his clothes and what to wash with what.

Mick would’ve found it remarkable (and amusing) to see the two of them discussing something as domestic and mundane as laundry after finally having anal sex. After all the stress and all the build-up over the issue, they had scaled the mountain and run down the other side without blinking. Yes, both found it immensely satisfying and particularly hot, but it was just another page in the book that made their relationship.

So Lon and Casey were oblivious to the significance of the event, simply enjoying the moment without dark thoughts intruding. It was still early in the evening, so Casey slipped into some shorts while Lon remained naked and they snuggled together on the recliner with another movie—
Die Hard 4,
this time.

When Bruce finished off the last bad guy, they languidly stretched, made their final bathroom stops, and tumbled into bed. The past was behind them and a clean future lay in front of them.

Chapter 17

W
ITH
ONLY
two days until Lon left for a four-week stint at the mines in the north, they took the opportunity to fuck as much as possible. As a result Casey walked a little funny at work on Monday, and definitely had trouble squatting on Tuesday. He hissed lightly in pain as he stooped to pick up another pot.

“What’s up your arse this morning?” Natasha asked as she worked beside him.

It was a rather unfortunate turn of phrase that had Casey glancing sharply in her direction. “What?”

“You,” she said. “You’re all mopey and downturned in the mouth. Did someone die?”

Thanking his lucky stars that she didn’t mean what he initially thought she meant, he confessed, “My boyfriend works fly-in, fly-out. He left this morning for four weeks.”

He hadn’t exactly addressed the issue of his sexual orientation before. Natasha hadn’t asked, and he’d been too insecure about his relationship to bring it up. He wondered what her reaction would be, since it wasn’t like he wore makeup and advertised it. Thankfully she only blinked twice at the news and then whacked him lightly on his arm.

“Boyfriend? We’ve worked together how many weeks and this is the first I’ve heard of a boyfriend? Rule number one—you must provide gossip to workmates, and a new boyfriend is definitely gossip. So tell me about him. What’s his name? How long have you been together? What does he do?”

Casey blushed lightly and bent to grab some more pots to place on the trolley. “His name’s Lon, and we’ve been together about six weeks.”

“And?” Natasha prompted as she transferred the pots, working diligently at his side.

“And what?”

She puffed in exasperation. “Men. And what’s he like? Is he cute like you?”

The blush crawled further up his neck as he realized Natasha had called him cute. Then he turned fire-engine red as he thought of Lon. “Well, cute is not exactly the word I would use for him,” he finally said and earned himself another whack. “Hey!”

Natasha was unrepentant and indignant on Lon’s behalf. “What sort of boyfriend doesn’t think his man is cute?”

He giggled. “It’s not like that. When I think of Lon, I think more that he’s… hot… sexy. And delicious. Definitely delicious.” It was Natasha’s turn to giggle. “I mean it. He’s not what you would call cute. He’s a big guy with a shaved head and goatee. You don’t want to be throwing the word cute around near him.”