Lexington Black (29 page)

His eyes narrowed. 'What are you afraid of,
Lex? My father claimed your ass. Now it belongs to me.'

And just like that, I crumbled. I wanted him
to claim me. I wanted his body all over mine. My eyes drooped
closed as he kissed me again, an open, pornographic kiss that set
every nerve ending on fire. I was totally in love with this man. He
could do anything he wanted with me and I would take it. Take it
and revel in it.

'I'll be gentle with you,' he said as he
moved away, taking off his glasses and putting them on the coffee
table.

'Leave them on.'

'No.' He turned me over and separated my
buttocks, running his tongue up the furrow of my ass. He did it
again, lingering around my tight, rosy hole.

'Keep doing that,' I rasped.

'That's the last order you're giving me
tonight.' He flicked at my puckered hole, making it soaking wet and
blowing cool breaths upon it before spreading my legs wide. He
knelt between them, his hand tight on my rigid shaft. I felt the
heat of his tongue tracing the delicate ridge between my balls and
hole. At his insistent probing, I forced myself to relax and open
up for him, my body flexing and tensing as he tongue-fucked me with
a confidence I never dreamed he could possess.

'Are you ready, Lex?' He whispered in my ear.
I was dizzy with the smell of aroused, musky male, our aromas
mingling on his breath. My nostrils flared as I tried to grasp more
of that delicious scent. I couldn't speak. All power had seeped
into one hard organ, trapped in his hand. As he positioned the
slicked-up head of his cock against my opening, I felt as tight as
a virgin.

'Oh god,' I whimpered as he eased inside me.
He stroked my flank and murmured gentle words as I became used to
the intrusion. Hell, he felt BIG. I hadn't felt anything like that
since his father had broken me in, years before.

'That's it,' he crooned. 'How does that
feel?'

I squirmed against him. 'Wonderful.'

'Good.' The word was a grunt as he rammed
himself into me, ball-deep. I screamed at the shock and pain as he
withdrew and did it again. As he slapped my ass and pinched it
hard, I understood he was punishing me for my transgressions. Every
time he did it, the pain melted into pleasure and my excitement
grew.

'God, I love it,' I panted as he continued to
rain blows on my backside, fucking my ass so hard, I had to hold on
to the edge of the rug to stop him from propelling me across the
floor.

'Hurt me, Rob. Please. Please!'

And he did. Oh God, how he did, pulling my
hair, pinching and smacking my ass until it burned and fucking the
heart and soul out of me. He pulled both my hands behind my back
and held them firm whilst he continued to ream me. With my face
pushed into the rug I could do nothing but take what he was giving
to me. This was my beloved, hard-core Rob, making me pay for my
lies and stupidity, punishing me from the inside out. I could feel
the burn in my stressed arm muscles, the strain in my legs as I
braced myself against his assault. It seemed to go on forever
before he pulled away, still rampantly hard. He slapped my ass once
more and told me to turn over so I did, revealing to him the hot,
tight erection that was threatening to explode.

'You're enjoying yourself too much,' he said
coldly. He sat back on the sofa, his legs spread wide, and snapped
his fingers. I obediently scrambled over to kneel at his feet.

'Suck me,' he ordered.

It was something I had always avoided before,
sucking a cock which had just been buried in someone's ass, but at
my hesitation he grasped my chin and forced me to look at him. His
face was a mask of angry desire.

'Do it,' he spat. 'You're mine, Lexington
Black. You do whatever I want, whenever I want, and you don't
fucking argue about it.'

I stared again at the swollen organ in front
of my lips, and felt an ever more urgent rush of lust.

'Yes, Sir,' I muttered thickly.

'Hands behind your back. Don't you dare touch
yourself.'

'No, Sir.' I did as I was told and eased my
lips over his musky, sticky cock. He shuddered with pleasure as I
deep-throated him. He used both hands to hold my head whilst he
skull-fucked me so hard that my lips hurt and I could barely
breathe. My cock was cruelly out of my reach but he did not care.
He brutally used me until he exploded deep in my mouth, making me
gag on his spunk. I swallowed it down yet some oozed over my lips,
slicking up his cock so he could push even further down my
throat.

After he was done, he was flushed with
exertion and his eyes were bright. My lips were tender, my face
sticky and glistening with semen and saliva. We embraced and kissed
savagely, sharing his copious load. He stuck two fingers in my
mouth to coat them in the slippery substance and reached down to
lubricate his own ass.

'I want you inside me.'

I didn't have to be told twice. We moved so
he was on his back, his legs hooked over my shoulders. I eased
gratefully into him, noting his sexy gasp as he felt the heft of my
prick. He twined his arms around my neck and I moved us back to the
rug, positioning us so that I was on top. I was ready to shoot but
I wanted to give that sexy fucker his just deserts after what he
had just done to me. I thrust hard and deep, slamming against his
prostate, making him catch his breath. It was no good, though. I
couldn't hold it. He bit his lip and sighed my name, knowing both
would drive me mad, and my orgasm rushed through me like an express
train. I roared as I nailed him to the floor, stretching him to the
absolute limit, his hot cries driving me to the edge of
insanity.

When I was spent I collapsed in his arms,
sobbing with joy. He hushed me, stroking my hair.

'It's alright, baby. Everything is alright
now,' he whispered, kissing my face, damp with sweat and tears. We
lay quiet in the dark, listening to the distant sound fishing boats
sailing out into the Sound, and our hearts beat as one.

When Rob woke early on Christmas Day, he
thought he was still dreaming. For a start he was in a strange
place. The bed was wide, the room luxurious, redolent with the
scent of lilies.

A hotel.

Then he looked to his left, saw the sleeping
man and felt the warmth of his skin against his own. Relief rushed
through him. It wasn't a dream, then. He really had married Lex on
Christmas Eve, and the evidence was there, sprawled naked on his
front, tangled in the sheets. It was just like Lex to make the bed
look as if he had been wrestling bears all night, when in fact they
had collapsed onto the mattress in an exhausted heap and gone
straight to sleep.

Then reality hit Rob like a lightning
bolt.

He was a married man again. The ring on his
finger confirmed it. White platinum, inset with black diamonds. It
was a perfect fit, rather like him and Lex. Not sure how that
happened but it definitely was not a dream. A gamble, perhaps, but
one worth taking.

It had not been what one could possibly call
a typical gay wedding. There were no white fur coats, swans or Liza
Minelli. It was a strange mix of Rob's family, including Geri and
Simon, Roger and Tony, an Christopher, Silvy and the twins, and
drag queens, as well as everyone from the Charles Martyn
Centre.

In fact, the venue
was
the CMC. By
mutual consent, Rob and Lex decided they didn't want to get married
anywhere else. Jerry and Ty had festooned the place with white and
pink balloons and streamers, and had roasted three enormous joints
of beef and three turkeys. The smell of it, plus the bitter cold,
had attracted every hobo in the city, so it seemed. So, surrounded
by the smell of cooking meat and potatoes, and the underlying aroma
of unwashed bodies, Rob and Lex had said their vows. Afterwards,
Caressa climbed up on one of the tables in her precarious heels and
sung "Falling In Love Again," before falling off the table.
Luckily, Justin was there to catch her.

It would have been good to say that his
mother had come around to the idea of Rob being gay, that she had
flown over the Atlantic to hug him and apologise for transmitting
all her resentment towards her husband on to him.

But that hadn't happened. Rob didn't really
think it would. And Sara wasn't speaking to him either. Still under
the impression that he deliberately tried to sabotage her Big Day,
she insisted on having another one in a secret location. No-one in
the family apart from their mother went to it. Rob could have lay
money down that it wasn't half as fun as her official Big Day
turned out to be.

In the evening, the newly-married couple
hosted a dinner at the Waldorf Astoria, so that Lex could get to
know the family he had married into. Simon made inappropriate
jokes, everyone got more than slightly inebriated but no-one argued
or stormed out. They were a family, rowdy, complicated, and close,
just as it should be.

When Rob and Lex finally escaped to their
suite, they were too tired to do anything but sleep. They just
about had the strength to undress before collapsing on the bed like
weakened kittens.

So then it was early morning. No doubt the
twins would already be up, raiding their Christmas stockings in a
nearby room. In fact, all his family were staying in the hotel
somewhere. They were meeting up in Christopher and Silvy's suite
for breakfast and present giving at ten o'clock. There was time
enough to be alone for a while.

Rob felt as perky as a spring rabbit but he
carefully moved off the bed so as not to disturb Lex's restorative
sleep, and opened the drapes. It was snowing, and a glorious white
vista lay outside the window. The city looked magical with the
sunrise staining the sky pink over the horizon.

Then he looked down, and began to laugh. Over
night, some disgruntled person had stamped out a message in six
foot high letters in the snow, for the privileged occupants of the
hotel to see when they woke up. It said "FUCK YOU."

Lex had crept up behind him and enveloped him
in his arms. 'Merry Christmas, husband. What are you laughing
at?'

Rob pointed to the message. 'Scrooge's
message.'

Lex nuzzled his neck. 'Well, it does remind
me of something I haven't done yet.' He took Rob's hand and led him
back to the bed.

THE END

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Savannah Smythe

On the night of his 35th birthday, Alex Logan receives two
gifts he really does not want. The first is a curse from a sexy
witch, angry at the way he dumped her sister. The other is the
memory of taking part in a depraved threesome with a new client,
good-looking banker, Leith Johnson. 
Cursed with a constant erection which disappears as soon as he goes
near or thinks about any woman, Alex is living in a state of
unbearable arousal. As his desperation grows, he discovers that
Leith has been cursed with the same problem. The only difference is
that bisexual Leith has set his sights on Alex and is determined to
get him into bed. 
Alex has always suppressed his own desire for other men, so when he
is attracted to Leith, he tries to deny it is anything other than
desperation caused by his curse. When Leith eventually lures him
into bed, he opens him up to a new world of sensual
fulfilment. 
But can former womaniser Alex finally accept his true nature, and
find true love with another man, or will his prejudices and ego get
in the way? 

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