Checking It Twice, page 11
“God…above…oh hell,” I croaked as he wrung me dry with just his lips and tongue. What would it be like to be inside him, or have him inside me? I’d never been with a man like that. The furthest I had ever dared to go with one of my dates was a miserable hand job in the front of a Chevy Malibu a few years ago. “Wat, for the love of God, where did…you learn to do that?”
He let my dick fall from his mouth, and he licked all the spunk from his lips. I reached for him, slipping my fingertips gently under his jaw, to lead him tenderly to his feet. My mouth claimed his as soon as he was standing, and my hand found his stiff prick. He grunted when my fingers wrapped around him. His cock was fat, long, and with a slight curve upward. Not quite as much girth as mine, but it was bigger. And far more appealing.
“Come for me, Wat, coat my hand.”
“Fuck, Sutter.” He grabbed a fistful of hair, pulled my lips back to his, and then smeared the taste of my cum all over my mouth as he fucked my hand like a man possessed. His leaking prick eased the motion, but not for long. Not that it mattered if I could spit on my hand or not because he blew apart before the lack of slick became an issue. Hot waves of spunk coated my fingers and palm as he stiffened in my arms. Arm, I suppose, as one was around his waist now and the other was pumping his prick. “Ah hell…shit! Oh fuck…”
He buried his face into my shoulder, nibbling at my neck as he shook and shivered. It was simply miraculous. I’d dreamed of this moment for so many years. So many damn years of hiding and lying and pretending…
“Hey, are you okay?” Wat lifted his head from my neck, his cheeks flushed, pupils blown, his lips deep rose and wet. “Oh hell, what’s wrong?” He kissed away a tear that had broken free.
“Shit,” I coughed, blinking to clear the wetness that had appeared out of nowhere from my eyes. “Sorry. Christ, how embarrassing. I don’t usually cry when I come. Please, let me make that clear.”
“I wouldn’t care that you did.” He put his mouth on mine, the kiss a tender one, filled with love and emotions that made my eyes well up again. Instead of allowing him to see me teary-eyed, I embraced him, nosing along the thumping pulse in his neck until the feelings that were close to overwhelming me eased. “I feel the same way if that helps.”
“Yeah, it does.” I pulled back, smiling that wobbly smile all of us put out when we’ve been an emotional doofus. “I didn’t mean to get that silly. I’ve longed for this moment, you and I coming together as lovers, and then when it happened, I was just a little…”
I floundered for a word that was caring enough but left me with some of my masculinity intact. Yes, I know. Men can and should cry. Some old, toxic habits are hard to break. Sue me, I was trying.
“Verklempt?” he offered in his best Mike Myers “Coffee Talk” Linda Richman voice.
That made me laugh. I hugged him close, whispered that our lovemaking was sweet and smooth as “buttah,” and kissed him with all the love I had for him. We tumbled into my bed, hands sticky, and made out for several, long, glorious minutes.
“Mmm. Kissing you is addictive,” I murmured over his lips, taking a soft final lap into his mouth before flopping onto my back. My head lolled over the side of the twin bed as my feet rested on the floor on the other side. “This is comfy.”
Wat snorted in amusement before he sat up. “We should push them together before round two.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“The beds or round two?” He patted my belly. I placed my hand over his and lifted my blood-rich head to look at my love. Lover. Both worked. I did love the man. Had loved him for years. “I love you, Watley.” His sleepy eyes flared. I sat up a bit too quickly. The room was tipsy for a second before righting itself. “I know it’s too soon to be saying that. Please don’t think I’m pushing for you to reciprocate. I’m not. Your feelings for me might not be as strong. I’m happy to wait for those emotions to grow as we date. Exclusively, right? I mean…I know you date other men and that’s fine. Totally fine. I’m not demanding anything just sending out feelers to see where you—”
“Sutter?”
“Yeah?” I brought my sight up from my sticky hand to his face. His beautiful, dear face.
“I love you too. And yes, we will be exclusive.” His lips twitched in amusement.
I felt stupid. “Of course, yes, I wasn’t saying that you were loose or anything I was just—”
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Okay, fine, I’d like that.” His mouth settled on mine, the brush of his whiskery chin sending sparks all the way to my toes.
His hands cupped my face, tipping my head just a bit. He delved deeply, rubbing his tongue over mine until I was lost in the moment. Then he eased back, his eyes roaming my face. The firelight was dim in here, just a subtle illumination.
“Let’s wash up and grab a bite.” I nipped at his bottom lip and gave it a tug. “Not that kind of bite, goofus.”
We rose slowly, leaving the rumpled bedding behind. We cleaned up. Him standing in front of me at the small sink, my arms around him as we soaped each other’s hands. My mouth moved over his bare shoulder and neck the entire time. After, we moved into the main room, stoked the fire, and rummaged around in the meager rations until we found a package of peanut butter crackers and two granola bars. Given we had five boys in here, we were lucky to find any sustenance. Coffee making followed with more kisses, more touching, and more low manly whispers.
“Let’s retire to the bedroom.” He gave me a look that could have ignited a forest fire. His jeans hung off his hips, barely zipped enough to keep them up, and my ravenous sight moved over all that bare chest. “Bring the meal.”
That made me snigger. Such a fancy meal it was. We shoved the beds together, peeled off our pants, and crawled under the combined covers. I fed him crackers. He held up my mug of coffee for me to sip at, and we whispered silly things to each other. Little nothings about inconsequential things, the way lovers do when they’re warm and content and head over heels.
“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” I told him after the last cracker was gone. I brushed some crumbs from his chest, my fingers slipping into the dark curls, my eyes roaming his face. We’d left the door open wider to allow more heat and light into the room. The firelight was perfect. No false lighting could have been better. It coated us with a soft sensual light that made his skin glow in a honey tone.
“I feel the same.” His hand moved over my bicep, the touch light and warm as a sunbeam. “I want to be closer to you, Sut. As close as we can be. Would you like to fuck me tonight?”
“Yes, God above, yes.” I captured his mouth, moving up and over him, levering myself above him as he slipped to the bedding on his back. “I’d love that. Love loving you. Are you sure?”
“I have never been surer of anything,” he replied, kissing a hot path down my neck, then back up to my mouth. “I bought some lube and a few condoms at the little shop at the inn. This place really is gay friendly.”
I felt a rush of heat settle in my stomach. “I’ve never topped a man before.”
“Well, first we need to be naked.” He gave my cheek a pat.
“Wiseass,” I harrumphed playfully, nipping at the tip of his nose. “Let’s see if I can figure out how to do that.” I sat back, hooked my fingers into the band of his sexy little boxer briefs, and pulled them down and off his long legs. His cock sprang up to slap his belly. He spread his legs wide, reaching down to roll his balls before lifting them to show me his hole. I nearly choked on the drool pooling in my mouth. “Shit, but you’re hot as hell spread out like that.”
“The goodies are in my bag,” he said as he tugged gently on his nuts.
I nodded, my eyes glued to his tiny pucker. I’d beat off a thousand times to the mental image of what was now right in front of me. I ran my hand over his thigh, enjoying the feel of the dark hairs scrubbing my palm.
“Everything okay, Sutter?”
I looked up from the bounty before me and smiled at him. “Everything is wonderful. I just had to reassure myself that this was real and not one of the million fantasies I’ve had about you over the years.”
“I’m real, baby. And I want you so bad.” He stroked his cock, working up a bead of liquid. I bent down and tongued the slit, hungry for the taste of him. He drew in a shaky breath as I tongued the swollen head of his dick a few times. “Sutter, we need the bag.”
“Mm, right, bag.” I forced myself to leave his prick alone. Off the bed, I went like a flash. Well, not like a flash exactly. My knees wanted to lock up from sitting on my ass, so it took a moment for them to unlock and then I jogged to the other side of the room to fetch the goodies.
I placed the bag on his chest, peeled off my underwear, and then joined him, taking care not to lie right in the middle of the bed lest the twins part like the Red Sea before Moses. Breaking my tailbone would take the romance out of the moment real quick.
He had the lube out and was applying a glob to his hand. His gaze held mine as he reached between his legs. My cock jumped eagerly as two slippery fingers slid into him. A groan rolled up out of his chest as his eyes closed. He was the picture of erotic beauty. I made sure to imprint this moment into my memory. Someday, when I was old and gray, I wanted to be able to pull this sight up out of the fuzzy depths of the past. I might be too old to get a boner by then, but I’d still enjoy the remembrance.
“That is the sexiest thing that I have ever seen,” I whispered, unable to move in case I shattered the spell that was woven around us.
“You like watching?” His eyes cracked open, and I nodded. “Then enjoy the show.” He worked another finger in, his thigh muscles twitching as he rose up and rolled his hips. I took hold of my dick, covered it with latex, and wedged myself between his legs. He moaned low and long, his hands falling to his sides, and placed one foot beside my ear. “Eager for my asshole, are you?”
“Yes,” I panted, tapping at his slippery opening with the head of my dick. His hole tightened, then opened. “Now?” I glanced up. He nodded, his white teeth holding his bottom lip. I pushed in, my cockhead stretching him wide. His breathing ratcheted up, his fingers clutching at the bedding as I paused.
“Do not stop. Deeper. More. Give me more.” He arched up off the bed just as I pressed deeper. “Ah yes…yes give me your dick. All of it, Sutter.”
I fell forward, catching myself with locked arms, forcing his leg to come with me. His thigh now rested on his chest, his cock leaking all over his stomach. I flicked my hips once, then twice, and then I slid home. His body tightened around me, hot and slick, and I tumbled into a world where it was only me, Watley, and the glory that was two becoming one.
“Fuck yes!” he shouted, his hands leaving the sheets to claw at my sides. “Hard now. Give me all that you have. Give me the fucking that you’ve wanted to…oh shit! Ah! God fucking yes, give me it all, baby!”
I began pounding into him, pulling out, followed by driving back into his tight heat like a piston. He mewled and yelped, shooting all over himself when I tipped him up just a bit more. What he said was incomprehensible, but his orgasm was a thing of beauty. Cum spurted out of him as I pumped away, pegging his prostate over and over. My balls slapping away, I watched as droplets of cum dangled from his dick. I paused to gather some up on my hand and then licked my palm clean. My balls drew up from the taste of him. He clamped down around me and I was lost. With one final thrust, I fell into the abyss, filling the condom as my body convulsed. I dropped my sweaty brow to his damp shoulder as the orgasm raged through me.
“That’s right…love me as you always wanted to,” Wat gasped, his voice hoarse beside my ear. Shudders rumbled through me. His hands moved up over my back, fingertips dancing down my spine, then gliding into the crack of my ass. He pressed at the edge of my hole. My cock jumped. More cum oozed out of me. He kept that up until I begged for surcease. My arms buckled, and my chest mashed into his. His lips skimmed along my ear to my lips. I pushed up to deepen the kiss, licking deep into his mouth as my body and his began to cool.
“You’re amazing,” I finally managed to blurt out. “I love you.”
He drew in a long breath, rained kisses across my eyes and cheeks, and took my chin in his fingers. My gaze met his. “I love you too. So much. That was incredible. You win the blue ribbon for first time tops.”
That made me laugh. I stole a kiss before easing out of him and moved to the edge of the bed to remove and tie off the condom. He came up behind me, sat up, and kissed his way across my shoulders. Goose bumps erupted on my skin. God I loved the feel of him this close. The smell of him was on me, rich and heady on my skin. I glanced back over my shoulder and there he was, smiling lovingly at me, his dark eyes soft and happy.
“I’m really hungry now. Wish we had more crackers.” After nipping at my shoulder, he collapsed back into the bed with a dramatic sigh.
“Let me see what I can find.” I rose, jogged to the bathroom to flush the condom, and then rummaged around in the kitchen. The heat from the fire felt good on my bare backside. There was nothing to pick from. So, knowing Watley as I did, I rang up the main building as he lay in our bed and asked if we could have room service. Or cabin service, as the case may be. Nothing fancy, of course, just something for two hungry men. I was assured we could get something brought over and hung up grinning like a fool. After I tossed another couple of logs on the fire, I returned to the bedroom. Watley was curled up like a wooly bear caterpillar.
“Did you find any crumbs?” he asked, the only part of him showing were his eyes and the top of his head. His hair was a knotted mess. I enjoyed the knowledge that my lovemaking had done that. I’d just fucked the man I loved, and he had liked it. Go me!
“Only the ones in the bed. Poor mice will starve when we pull out. I did get a call into the main inn and they’re sending us a little survival package.”
“Nice. Come cuddle with me until the food arrives.” He held up the covers, and I dove in, wrapping my arms around him and tumbling him onto his back. I captured his laughter with my mouth, licking deep, pulling a soft groan from him as our tongues tangled.
“You’re the most delicious thing I have ever tasted,” I told him. He rubbed his hands up and down my arms, his gaze holding mine. I lowered my head to steal another kiss or twenty. In fact, we were still making out when someone knocked on the door. A wild rush to pull on pants and get to the door ensued. Watley, the lazy bun, merely pulled the covers up over his head and hid.
The hotel employee was startled when I threw the door open. He was bundled up for the cold and clutching two big brown bags.
“Thank you! This looks great!” I shoved fifty bucks into his mittened hands. Probably way more than was needed, but this was a night for sharing the happiness. And if he got a big tip for making the trip in the cold, well, the kid deserved it. “Have a good night!”
I shut the door, bolted it, and made my way back to bed. Wat peeked out from under the covers, his dark eyes crinkling when I flipped on the light.
“There goes the ambiance,” he complained as I sat down beside him and opened our rations. Inside were ham sandwiches with spicy mustard and Swiss cheese, small bags of chips, several baggies of sugar cookies, and two large bottles of water. “Oh damn, this is real ham.”
He sat beside me, back to the headboard, covers resting on his chest.
“As opposed to fake ham?” I enquired and got a look that made me chuckle inwardly.
“You know what I mean. It’s ham off the bone and not that pressed ham stuff that my mother is so damn fond of. And the cheese is thick and pungent. Damn, this looks good. Getting dicked works up an appetite.”
“Dicking someone does too.”
“Mm-hmm, and you did it so well.”
“Thank you. You inspired me.” I fed him a salty sour cream and onion chip and got a kiss in return. Mmm. Zesty.
If only every night could end like this…
Curled up in bed with the man you loved eating a ham and cheese sandwich was about as close to Nirvana as a fellow could get. Add in a cold beer and hockey on the big screen and we’d be in heaven for sure.
“You know if we had some beer, and the Colorado/St. Louis game was on the TV, this would be the most amazing night of all amazing nights,” Watley stated as he chewed.
Yep. This man was the perfect man for me.
The gentle yet insistent chirrup of my cell phone pulled me from the deepest sleep that I’d had in ages. I rolled to my left, felt Watley spread out in eagle form, patted his bare ass, and then bumbled my way to my phone. It sucked leaving the toasty goodness of that bed. The fire had burned down and the sun, I was shocked to see, was brightly cheery in the winter sky. Damn. How long had we slept? Speed walking out to the main room, I located my phone on the floor by the front door. How it got there was anyone’s guess. Probably fell out of my coat pocket. Or the little winter gnomes had been playing tricks on me. Shivering, I bent down, grabbed the cell, and hightailed it back to bed.
Watley spat out a string of curses when I dove in beside him.
“You have the coldest feet of any living creature on the planet,” he snarled into his pillow. I loved him, but he was not a chipper sort when woken before he’d gotten his ten hours. He’d been the same back in college, only then I didn’t have the pleasure of planting my icy soles on the backs of his naked thighs. A small scuffle broke out with him the victor. Only because I let him win because the sight of him, sitting on my belly, ruddy dick at attention, hair a knotted mess from sex was worth losing the wrestling match. Arms over his head in victory, he hooted and gave me a cocky look.
“Technically, penguins probably have colder feet than me,” I offered up before checking to see who had been calling. Ah, Colleen. And she had texted several dozen times.
“Okay, fine, Penguins and polar bears, then you.”
“Mm, don’t forget seals.”
