Rick Sexed Up the Doc (3 page)

She pulled out her pad and smiled. “What can I get you boys?” Rick and Brian shared a look. Rick’s heart accelerated. By the knowing grin, Brian liked women too.” We haven’t decided yet. What’s the special?” Rick asked.

The poor woman blushed again. “Normally, the night’s special would have been the first thing I offer. Two enchilada’s rice, beans, and salad,” she said, and then rattled off prices.

She still seemed nervous. Both men took pity on her and ordered the specials. “What did you do in the south?” Rick asked when she left. “And what part of the south?”

“I grew up in Georgia until my junior year. Then we moved to North Carolina where I went to work and made chairs for The Hickory Chair Company.”

Rick looked at him blankly. He had expected construction. “Chairs?” Then he swallowed, trying to clear the squeakiness out of his voice.

Brian smiled largely at him. “Among other things. My family took to calling me Hickory because I talked nonstop about my job when I first got it.”

Rick choked on his drink. He grabbed his maroon cloth napkin and wiped his chin. He decided not to tell Brian of his earlier thoughts when looking at the delicious color of skin. Brian looked at Rick inquiringly, standing up as if to help him further with the Heimlich Maneuver, if needed. But Rick waved him off. “Excuse me. Sorry. Please, go on,” Rick encouraged him when he could speak.

Brian gave him a curious look, but continued. “I also began buying their furniture when I saw how they were made. Great company to work for, but I needed to be outside more so I joined a construction crew which travelled, and ended up here.”

“How long you sticking around?” Rick hoped for an answer beyond a few days. The aroma of meat cooking, with that tangy, sweet, concoction Rick associated with Mexican food, permeated the air. He was hungry—not just for food.

“Indefinitely. I signed on to work any contracts in this area. I’m overseer for the Washington projects the company has going on. What do you do?”

Rick felt the twinge of fear of this strong, earthy man laughing at his own career, but still proudly told him. “I’m an artist.” Outside, he showed only nonchalance. Inside, he waited for the sneer, the coldness many of his ex-girlfriend’s friends and family had treated him. What he wasn’t ready for was Brian’s enthusiasm.

“No shit? That’s great. I loved crafting the wood with my hands. Wished more of it was done by hand. Born in the wrong era for that. Course, in a different era, I may have been picking cotton whether I liked it or not. Quarter negro still counted as slave, back in the day.” Brian’s eyes were on him intently, studying his reactions.

“A quarter? Really? I didn’t do so well in history unless it had to do with art,” Rick replied.

Brian’s low laugh sent tendrils of awareness through him and he lost track of what he had been saying. Rick squirmed as his jeans pulled tight across his erection. Brian must have noticed Rick’s restless movement because his own eyes flared with sudden heat. Feeling like a teenager on his first date, Rick racked his head for something to talk about.

Thankfully, their dinner came and the conversation flowed easily from there. Rick found excuses to touch Brian’s hands to see how at ease he would be. Rick was dominant. He needed a man willing to be submissive to him, or at least not try and control him.

“One thing about this valley, you can get some decent Mexican food,” Brian said.

“Yes, you can,” Rick said pointedly. Brian’s Hispanic roots were obvious to Rick who studied and painted faces all the time. Rick’s breathing increased and he enjoyed the way Brian swallowed hard. The small signs of sexual tension only made Rick hotter.

“Do you follow orders well?” Rick asked him.

“If I wish to,” Brian said without shyness. “I can be sub or Dom to answer what I think you’re really asking.”

Imagining Brian laid out with his hands cuffed to the four poster bed at his house had Rick’s stomach doing flip flops and his jeans were now so tight, he could not have stood up for any reason without serious pain to his cock. Brian’s shirt pulled across his chest as he reached for the saltshaker and Rick’s mouth went dry.
Definitely piercings.

By the time dinner was over, he knew he wanted to sleep with Brian and didn’t see any reason to pretend otherwise. When they walked back out to their vehicles, Rick followed him to the truck. “Hey, I don’t live too far from here. Want to follow me home for a beer?”

The sexual tension sprang up between them again. Both knew what he really wanted and it wasn’t a drink. “I haven’t been with a man in a long time,” Brian admitted.

Rick raised an eyebrow. “Is that a yes or no?”

“I’ll follow you home.”

Rick walked to his bike, hoping his erection would settle a little before he had to swing his leg over. Revving the engine when he passed Brian’s truck, he led the way home. Once there, he unlocked the door and let Brian in behind him, wondering what his guest would think of his artistic home.

By his colors and flow, the art on the walls, his home revealed the artistic side of him. What it did not show was how much he liked sex and his proclivities in the arena. He saved it for the bedroom. Brian stood looking at the artwork.

“All of these yours?” he asked Rick.

“No, a few are artist friends’ work I’ve bought over the years. I have others I keep in controlled storage. You never know who’ll be the next Picasso.”

“You’re good,” Brian said, standing under an ocean painting Rick had done for himself.

He walked up behind Brian, crowding his space a little bit. “You want to find out how good?” Okay, cheesy line, but he was a lot out of practice, particularly with men, and he’d had a hard-on for Brian all night. Rick wrapped his arms around Brian’s waist and nuzzled the lower corner of his neck. They were about the same height.

Brian backed into his embrace, fitting himself up against Rick’s erection, easing yet increasing his torment. Rick nipped at the neck, testing Brian for his likes. Brian sucked in a breath and leaned harder into him. Rick smiled against his neck.
This is going to be fun.

He continued to nip and suck gently on Brian’s neck as his hands moved under Brian’s shirt to his nipples. He gently tugged on the rings and Brian gasped. Rick steered him to the plush couch, staying behind Brian with plans for them to sit on the couch.

He kissed the back of Brian’s neck and across the shoulder blades and then turned Brian to face him. He pulled Brian’s shirt off and undid the snap on the jeans. He rubbed his hands up and down Brian’s chest, loving the reflexive jerks his pecs made as his hands touched them.

He kissed his way down to one silver ring, darted the tip of his tongue through the loop and pulled with his tongue. Brian hissed through his teeth in pleasure. Rick released the ring and caressed the nipple with his tongue, lapping and soothing before repeating it on the other nipple ring.

His hand moved down to feel Brian’s cock and he groaned as he felt the size of him. He unzipped Brian’s jeans wanting to feel the skin. Brian’s dick sprang free, no underwear to hinder his access further. He kissed his way down Brian’s belly, his lips savoring the soft skin, light rasp of hairs as they trailed to his destination.

As he moved down, his hands pushed the jeans down to Brian’s ankles. He took Brian in both hands and squeezed like he did when touching himself. Brian gasped and made a small sound in the back of his throat, so Rick stroked him slowly, firmly.
Forget the couch.

He had meant to wait until they were in the bedroom before unclothing his Adonis, to extend the foreplay. But he had become carried away. He thumbed Brian’s head, circling, brushing under the flare, then stroked down again, this time flicking his tongue where his thumb had just gone.

Brian’s hips rocked into his mouth pushing the tip to his lips. Rick took the hint and opened his mouth wider, first just letting the tip in, getting it moist. He did a few deep sucks, as much for him as for Brian. They needed to get to his room and soon.

He stood up and kissed Brian on the mouth. “Come. My room’s this way.” He walked with purpose, his hard-on aching, and led the way to a large room.

The center of the room held his bed, which currently had black sheets on it, with the blanket and top sheet half off. Maybe he should have made his bed at some point today. He certainly wouldn’t have thought to do it this morning when he woke up. When had been the last time he brought home visitors?

He turned to Brian and placed him so the back of Brian’s calves were against his bed. “Take my shirt off,” he ordered. Rick liked being in control in the bedroom. “And my pants,” he added once the shirt had been pulled off over his head. Judging by the size of Brian’s hard-on, he liked what was happening as much as Rick did.

He guided Brian’s hands to his shaft and moaned when the slight calluses rubbed across his sensitive skin. He closed his eyes and all feeling centered on Brian’s hands on him. The smooth yet rough up and down glide across his dick as Brian increased the pressure of his grip and the speed held Rick’s concentration.

His hips started moving counterpoint to Brian’s movements and then Brian put his lips over the tip, licking it, while continuing to stroke. Rick’s knees almost buckled. Brian had found his favorite pressure quickly, and adding the moisture sensation of his tongue, nearly caused him to come right then.

He grabbed the base and his balls, trying to stay out of Brian’s way, but needing to keep himself from coming. A few seconds more was all he allowed himself before pulling out of Brian’s grasp. “Stop,” he said, backing away a half step. “Get on the bed,” he ordered, then cleared his throat when he heard how hoarse it sounded. He turned on his lamp to low, and hit the overhead light switch to off. A slight sheen of sweat had started on Brian’s forehead, glistening in the low light, giving a caramel candy color to Brian’s skin.

Or Hickory
, he thought, and smiled at Brian. Rick crawled onto the bed with him, caressing his skin with one hand and lightly kissing his throat. “Touch me,” Rick whispered to him. “Please.”

“You
are
bossy,” Brian teased. “I’ll touch you anywhere you want,” he added while running a hand across Rick’s chest.

Rick savored the touch of the man’s calloused hands on him for a moment, then took Brian’s full lips with his own, plundering, demanding as fierce a response as he gave. He swiped the bottom lip with his tongue until Brian opened up and met Rick’s passion with his own. Things went wild as their tongues dueled and Brian showed Rick he was no pushover and only allowed Rick the control.

Rick rose up more fully so Brian was under him chest to chest and Brian’s arms came around him, drawing him closer. The man’s muscles were impressive and hard. So very hard. He could feel the engorged length of Brian on his stomach and ground his hips into him to increase that pressure.

Brian moaned against his mouth, and lost the duel of the tongues. Rick swirled his tongue around Brian’s lips before lifting his head and looking at the strong man under him. Lust took a stronghold in his belly and he kissed his way down Brian’s smooth chest, to his dick.

He took it into his mouth and deep throated it, working his tongue on the way up. Brian heaved his hips and pushed him deeper. Rick took advantage of the position, put his hands under Brian’s ass, and squeezed the cheeks as he sucked. He gave Brian a blowjob until he tasted the precum in his mouth. He let off, and slowly brought his lips up one last time.

More sweat glistened off Brian, and not only on his face but his chest as well. Rick’s face was warm and he was ready. He reached into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a condom and some lube. He handed the protection to Brian.

“Put it on me,” he ordered. He rose to his knees while Brian sat up to do as ordered. Brian deftly pulled the condom over his sensitized dick, squeezing him more than necessary, and Rick’s lust pooled to the base of his shaft.

Rick became a little rougher, grabbed Brian’s shoulders, and turned him over. Rick pulled his ass to his hips in a quick motion. He opened the tube’s flip-top with the other hand and drizzled a little at the top of Brian’s crack. While drizzling a small amount of the oil, he began rubbing it in with the other hand, each movement gliding farther down the crack.

He put more on his hands and rubbed it over himself then set the bottle down. He rubbed the oils over his fingers and opened Brian’s cheeks to his satisfaction. He inserted his middle finger into Brian’s hole and slowly pushed forward. His partner moaned and he pushed more. In and out, he moved. When Brian began moving against his hand, he added another finger. He stretched Brian slowly, making sure he was pliant and slicked up for his penetration.

His cock pulsed under him, but rather than touch himself, he used his free hand to reach around and stroked Brian. Still slick from the lubing oil, his hand glided over Brian’s large cock, smooth as silk. He undulated against Brian, his cock rubbing against Brian’s ass next to the hand stroking him in his ass.

Rick thought he would burst with pleasure before getting inside Brian so he took his fingers out and repositioned himself. “Are you ready for me, Brian?”

Brian nodded, but Rick wanted the words, wanted to hear the lust he felt, come out in Brian’s voice. “Tell me, please.”
Damn. No begging.
He was in charge. He bit his tongue, waiting for Brian’s answer.

“Rick, now. I’m close. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back,” Brian answered, his voice thick with desire.

That was what Rick wanted. He held his cock at Brian’s opening and slowly eased himself in. It was so tight, the oil slicking his passage, paving the way for his smooth entry. The pleasure was intense, hitting him hard, so he had to use all his self-control not to pound Brian before his body had accustomed itself to Rick’s size.

He did a slow, experimental stroke out, then in. He groaned. Or was it Brian? He didn’t know for sure—the exquisite torture of having to move slowly while Brian’s body engulfed him set his blood on fire.

He leaned over Brian, kissing on his neck to help his control. He pulled back, then pushed the return stroke deeper this time. Rick did a few more small pumps, each one faster and deeper, until he was able to go in all the way. Then he picked up the pace.

He bit Brian’s neck, holding the bite and sucking, while he humped faster. Brian met him stroke for stroke, turning his head slightly sideways as Rick sucked, giving him better access. He quit sucking and biting his neck, licking and soothing where he had been sucking, never stopping his rhythm.

He sunk himself in harder, adding a little push at the end of each stroke. When Brian did not complain or squirm, Rick let out a little noise as pleasure coursed through his body. He wanted more though. One hard stroke in and he sat back up on his knees. He gripped Brian’s hips and did a small rock against him. Brian let out a small gasp. When Rick didn’t move again, Brian pushed against him.

“No, don’t stop,” Brian pleaded. “I’m so close. Please, Rick.”

Rick tightened his grip on Brian’s hips. “I’m not going to stop,” he ground out as he began pounding Brian’s ass as he had wanted to do the moment his tip had touched his hole. In and out, hard. Brian’s moans mingled with his, each thrust causing a new gasp.