Promises 2 (25 page)

Feeling like he’d won another round, Quick spun them until Cayson’s cheek and chest were against the door. He pushed in hard against him, using his bulk to pin him down while he massaged the hell out of Cayson’s ass. Not concerned with gentility or subtlety. He hoped he wasn’t turning Cayson off, but this was him, it was who he was. Sometimes, he needed to be in control of the situation. It fed his dominant urges and soothed his beast. He needed to handle Cayson like he needed air to breathe. Needed to possess him. There was something about the handsome genius that called to Quick on every spiritual and sexual level. He had no words to describe it, or lengthy explanations. The man just did it for him. He’d been around long enough to know when it was right.

“Need some stuff,” Quick bit out. His body was overheated, his hands burned to hold Cayson down, his cock weeping to be confined in his doctor’s warm channel. Cayson was maneuvering his pants just below his ass, spreading his legs as far as the restriction allowed. Oh, fuck. They didn’t have time to get naked, no time for foreplay, or even to find a solid horizontal surface. It was happening right here, right-the-fuck-now. This was going to be fast and raw. “Cays,” Quick groaned, pumping his erection against Cayson’s plump ass; that act alone making him want to shoot.

“In my bag. Front pocket,” Cayson finally managed.

Quick pushed his palm against the center of Cayson’s back. “Don’t move,” he ordered.

While he dug around in Cayson’s bag, he kept one eye trained on his man, pleased that he’d done what Quick said. He’d been a natural dominant from the moment he’d discovered who he really was. He hadn’t been able to explore much of his forceful side while he was married, since Vaughan’s mother was pretty conservative. He hoped he could try out all his fantasies with Cayson. Starting by taking him hard against the wall.

Quick tore the condom open and snapped it on his aching cock, wincing as he rubbed the lube up and down his shaft. He took two fingers and brushed them around Cayson’s hole, applying a little pressure. The tight flesh clenched and released under his touch as if it was talking to him… begging for more. “Your hole is so fuckin’ hungry.”

“Starving.” Cayson gasped when Quick pushed in the tip of his middle finger.

“I don’t need stretching. I’m still good.”

Quick smiled, burying his head in the soft, dark blond strands of Cayson’s hair. He inhaled deeply, because his doc always smelled so good. Like aftershave and his office, always so clean.

“You sure you’re ready, because I can’t hold back.” Quick swore as he got a solid hold on Cayson’s hip with one hand, the other he used to guide his cock towards heaven.

“Fuck, yes. Show me what you can do, Rome. Don’t hold back.”

As soon as the head of his cock was inside, they both choked on the intensity of coming together again. Quick took in several gulps of air. He hoped Cayson was ready, because he didn’t try to contain himself when he pushed the rest of the way inside Cayson’s body, not stopping until his pelvis was pressed against that supple ass.

“Jesus! Fuck, Rome!” Cayson cried out into the dark open space of his foyer. His hole was clamped around Quick’s dick, pulsing and tensing around him. His voice only a hoarse whisper. “So goddamn full.”

Quick waited a moment while Cayson fell apart in his arms. He held him tight around his chest to keep him close to him, and with his other hand on his smooth hip; he slammed Cayson back into him. He kept his thrusts to a minimum, instead making Cayson do exactly what he wanted. His eyes rolled behind his closed lids when Cayson braced both hands on the wall in front of him and used it for leverage as he thrust back onto Quick’s thick cock, taking it deeper each time he shoved hard into him.

Quick’s cock surged inside Cayson, while his quiet surgeon talked filthy to him. His doctor was a professional in his office and a complete freak in private. An aggressive bottom. Not afraid to take the cock if he had to. Quick was stunned and feeling ten degrees past incredible. “That’s it. Ride my dick, Cays.” Quick leaned over Cayson’s body, still holding him tight to him, only allowing Cayson enough room to buck his ass back against him. Quick pushed his hair behind his ear and turned Cayson’s face towards him so he could whisper against that soft pink mouth. “Ohhhh, fuuuuck. Take this dick, Cays. Goddamnit. Take it.”

Cayson

“Hurt me, Rome. Make it hurt so good.” Cayson pushed back as hard as he could, impaling himself on Quick’s thick rod. God, he didn’t know it could be like this. It was like Quick was consuming him, taking everything Cayson had and telling him that it was enough. He was satisfied. No matter who Cayson dated, he was never enough. He was simply him. And by the time he’d reached thirty, his self-esteem had been shot to hell. No one wanted him, needed him. Not until….

“Damn, you’re fuckin’ tight. Gonna make me come if you keep squeezing me like that.”

Cayson could barely register what Quick’s rough timbre was saying against his cheek, in his mouth, behind his ear. He felt like he was immersed in Quick’s deep sensual voice, listening to him in surround sound. His mouth was everywhere, his hands all over him. The dirty words coming from his bad boy were making Cayson crazy with lust. He could hear gut-wrenching moans, could feel sweat pouring down his brow, but he didn’t know if it was his or Quick’s, their bodies were fused together so perfectly.

It felt like his lover’s strength was stuttering as his orgasm grew nearer. Cayson tried to voice something, but it came out sounding like a whine, a cry for more.

“Fuck you’re driving me crazy with those sweet noises.”

Cayson leaned his head back, craning his neck for a deeper kiss. His ass was full and hot, throbbing around Quick’s dick until it became rock hard.

“You’re so damn hard. Filling me up, Rome.”

“You better stop talking like that,” Quick warned, pulling Cayson flush against his chest, while he panted for breath.

Cayson wondered how far he could push before Quick snapped. He didn’t know he could talk so dirty, didn’t know he could writhe on a dick like a professional tramp until Quick put his hands on him. Cayson’s heart rate kicked up higher at the thought of tempting this big man. “Are you going to punish me Rome? Huh? Make me pay?”

“You’re playing with fire, doctor,” Quick hissed. Cayson’s eyes widened when Quick reached around and grabbed a handful of Cayson’s balls, kneading them roughly before pulling his sack hard enough to make Cayson slap the wall. Every one of his senses was being stimulated. He didn’t know what to do, who to curse, or how to prepare for the most violent orgasm of his life. He could feel it. The all-encompassing feeling starting at the heels of his feet began to snake its way up through his already quivering legs. He fought to hold them both up. Since Quick’s moans had risen higher, he was bearing down harder on Cayson’s body, putting his massive weight behind each punishing thrust. His ass screamed for mercy, and Cayson loved that feeling. Loved being pushed to his breaking point.

“Oh, yeah,” Cayson grunted, and pushed his ass back to meet Quick’s pounding. “Show me how strong you are, Roman.”

Damn. Where was all this coming from? Cayson didn’t know he could be so dirty and flirty, didn’t know he wanted to until Quick threatened him in the most tempting way.

“You want me to punish you?” Quick pulled out to the tip and slammed his hips back into him hard enough to make Cayson yell out in pleasant surprise. “Can you take it hard?” The broad head of Quick’s dick was digging at his prostate every time Quick bottomed out. He was going to blow hard any minute, any one of those thrusts was going to put him over the edge, and he couldn’t wait. He would let Quick know his ass was his. There was no getting better than this, no greener pastures. The alluring green of Quick’s irises was all he needed. They stared at each other for a few seconds, both of their chest heaving and taking in air – when Cayson felt the connection he’d been dreaming of click into place, as easy as a seatbelt locked into its anchor.

“Rome,” Cayson whispered in awe. Looking into Quick’s bedroom eyes, he knew he felt it too.

Quick pulled out slowly and Cayson thought he was going to lose his mind. His orgasm was so close, his body at the point where it demanded it. “Don’t stop.” Cayson’s voice was almost gone. His body was Quick’s for the taking.

“Not yet. I’m not gonna stop until you’ve come all over me.”

Cayson slammed his eyes shut and gripped the base of his dick. Fuck yes. He wanted to spray his load all over that rock hard stomach, rub it into his skin like lotion. Quick turned him, pushing Cayson’s back against the hard door. It took a little fumbling for Cayson to get one of his pants legs off so Quick could hold his leg up on his hip. The position wouldn’t let Quick go as deep, but the way he was able to maneuver and control Cayson’s body sparked a whole different kind of heat in the pit of Cayson’s balls. Quick stood towering over him, his body completely shadowed by all those muscles, even Quick’s long, beautiful hair cascaded around them, blocking out the world. He felt like life was going on around them, and Quick had managed to freeze time, just for him.

Quick’s hips were unmoving for too long, his cock poised at his entrance like he was awaiting permission. “You like this don’t you?” Quick pushed in to the hilt, the change in angle causing dramatic shivers to wrack Cayson’s body. “You like me covering you, protecting you.” Quick stooped lower, hooking Cayson’s leg higher on his forearm, giving a few warning thrusts before he went back to fucking Cayson hard enough to bang his back against the door. If Quick let him go, he’d keel right over from the pleasure. It felt like they’d been fucking for hours when it’d been a few minutes.

Cayson nuzzled in the warmth of Quick’s chest, pulling up the hem of his shirt to get to all that tanned skin. He stroked his cock, throwing his head back at the rush of euphoria, the spike of adrenaline as he erupted on the inside, his essence spilling over his palm and coating Quick’s rock hard abs. “Ohhhh, ohhhh,” Cayson cried with each gush of come, oblivious to what he was saying or how he sounded.

“Fuck, Cays. You look so beautiful when you come like that.”

Cayson wondered if this is what it felt like to be high. He’d never done illegal drugs, but this had to be close to it. He was floating, his body felt both heavy and free at the same time. He couldn’t move a muscle and yet he felt like he could run a marathon. It was such an amazing rush. “Rome,” he said tiredly, his eyes struggling to focus on Quick’s face.

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Quick leaned down and kissed Cayson with all the care he could conjure at that moment, his man’s tight body was slowly milking his cock, stealing his orgasm before he was ready to let it go. He wanted to stay just like this forever. The endearing words tumbling around inside his mind made his head spin and his heart soar. He was positive at that moment that Cayson was his. No matter what situation came, they’d handle it together.

Quick closed his eyes and stumbled backwards, trying to hold on to Cayson and his emotions. He felt so good all over that the feeling shocked him. Scared him, too. Was this love? Was he in love? He knew twenty-seven ways to kill a man with his bare hands, maybe he should figure out how to love one. His head whirled, trying to come up with an answer, nerves made his heart pound inside his chest, but his body was oblivious to his inner conflict as it convulsed from the pleasure. He was going to blow. He was in love and making love. He never thought he’d see this day.
I’m in love.
Quick shook his head like he was confused, lost the rhythm of his lunges as he held Cayson’s thigh tight to him, keeping him impaled on his dick while he pulsed inside of him. “My sweet doctor.” Quick’s mouth dropped open, his mouth a wide O, his eyes sealed tight. Quick hardly recognized his own voice when he spoke again. His confession sounded painful, but it was anything but. “I’m coming, Cays.” Quick slammed in hard one last time and flooded the tip of the condom. “You’re all mine, Cayson. All of you.”

Cayson appeared to still be coming down from his release, and Quick was whispering slurred innuendo while his hot cock throbbed deep inside Cayson. They stood there, leaning on each other and catching their breath. Quick didn’t want to move, but he wanted to get Cayson to his home and in his bed. Maybe a bath before that. That’d probably be a good time to tell Cayson he was having deep feelings for him. He just hoped the sentiment was reciprocated. He wouldn’t stop working on them until it was.

He slid free of Cayson’s heat, his eyes fluttering at the over-sensitivity of his cock. “I want to get you in my bed. Come on.”

Cayson obeyed – again. They straightened their clothes; neither of them saying much, simply letting their blissed-out expressions say it all.