Ruthlessly His (11 page)

This would be my last chance to make a break for it, until the top button of my jeans pops open. Shane runs his fingers along the elastic band of my boxer briefs.

And that’s when it hits me.

I’m so fucked it’s not even funny.

* * *

Shane

I can’t stand the way I want this guy so badly. But he’s too damn cute, and too damn sexy at the same time. Every time he fidgets or gets nervous, I only want to fuck him more. I swear to God, I almost killed that loser back in the bar who tried to hurt him. Weird, because for some reason, I felt the need to protect him even though I just met him.

The streetlight bounces off his face, revealing only the purest, smoothest skin. His lips look full, soft, and warm. No doubt about it, I want those lips wrapped around the head of my cock. But first, I have to win him over…

Sure he turned me down earlier, but it doesn’t look like he’s about to turn me down right now. This guy may have fooled me once, but I won’t let it happen again. I’m going to own him.

I reach my hand into his underwear and squeeze his dick. He’s rock-hard, and the shape of his cock is perfect for me- long, smooth, and having just the right curves. “Fucking Christ,” he moans.

“Fucking Christ is right, Chris. Do you always get this hard for strangers?” I say. And then I cup his balls in my palm and dive my lips into the crook of his neck. I love the way his body folds over slightly, signaling to me that he has almost no control right now. He smells and tastes like the ocean when my lips touch his skin, salty and sweaty from dancing in my bar.

I squat down low and slide his boxer briefs down over his dick and balls. I grab his shaft and guide it to my lips; then I start to suck. I feel his balls tighten underneath my lips, and I know I’ve got him exactly where I want him right now. Jesus this man is so sweet, and I bet he's so tight. In fact, I’m willing to bet my life he’s never had a man like me inside of him. He starts digging his hands in my hair, and then he shoves his dick down my throat until my lips reach the base of his cock. He’s not small, but I have no problem taking every last inch of him.

I stand up and brush his street-lit bangs away from his eyes. “I need to get you someplace warmer than this. It’s freezing out here, and if I’m going to get you naked, this isn’t the place to do it.” I say.

“Do I have a say in any of this?” he asks.

“Of course you do. Here are your choices-we can either do this right here, right now, or you can go back to my place where I promise you won’t regret it. Not that you would regret it here either,” I say.

“What about my bike? I can’t leave it here; I need it to get to work tomorrow morning.”

I spread my palm out and catch a few fresh flakes of snow that just started falling from the sky. I dab my finger in one of the flakes and press my wet finger on the tip of his nose. I don’t usually get cute with other guys, especially guys I don’t know, but something about him is bringing out the worst in me. “I don’t think you’re going to be riding your bike anywhere tomorrow morning. We’re supposed to get a minimum of 15 inches."

“On top of owning a shit load of property, you’re a fucking meteorologist too?” he says sarcastically.

“I like to be aware of my immediate surroundings, that’s all.”

“You mean you like to be in control of your immediate surroundings?” he says.

“Maybe sometimes, I guess you’re right.” There’s a moment of silence between us, broken only by the sounds of Chris shivering. “You see, I just can’t let this happen. I’m taking you back to my place.” I reach out my hand, and to my surprise, he reaches back. I wasn’t sure if he was going to go for this after all, but now there’s no turning back.

For either one of us

We walk towards my black Lexus. “Um, what about my bike?” he says.

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

“I’m good, but thanks. I’ll get it tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow it’ll be buried in snow,” I add.

“Perfect, then you can help me dig it out.”

"Like I said, I'll buy you a new one."

Chris scoffs lightheartedly. “You too good to clear snow?"

“Not at all, I’ve cleared plenty of snow my life. Maybe I just want you to have a brand new bike.”

“Why do I get the feeling you say that to all the guys,” he says.

I shake my head and smile. “Actually, you’re the first. Then again, you’re also the first dude I’ve met who rides his bike to bars on a Thursday night

“That’s not the first time somebody’s teased me for riding my bike around town.”

“Actually, I’m not trying to tease you. I mean, that will come later, when we get to my house. But for real, I actually admire that you ride your bike around. It makes a statement in it’s own weird way.”

“Wow, you really do get it.”

“Are you surprised?”

“Kind of, yeah. No offense, Shane, I just didn’t think you were the type of guy that would respect this sort of thing.”

I press the alarm button on my key remote. “Get in; I've got plenty of surprises to show you back at my place.”

“Jesus, this car is insane. I’d love to know how many of my bikes it would take to equal the cost of this one car.

“Do you seriously want to know the answer to that question?” I say as I start my Lexus with the remote key starter.

“Maybe not, come to think of it.”

The ride back to my place is short. I like to live pretty close to the commercial buildings I own in this city. I’ve got properties all over the East Coast, and believe me, I’m not exactly thrilled with not being able to keep a really close eye on them all the time. But that’s life in the real estate industry.

We make it back to my place really quickly. I pull my car into my garage, and I can feel my cock start to twitch again in my pants.

“Why am I not surprised that your garage is nicer than my apartment?” he asks. We both get out of the car, and I can’t help but grab his waist. Motherfucker. It feels so good to put my hands on his hips, having the power to steer him in any direction I want.

I turn Chris around and start practically ripping his coat off his body. I slide my fingers under his shirt.

Damn.

His body feels amazing; his muscles are toned and smooth under my fingers, and his skin is so fresh and soft. My cock is rock hard- this is exactly the release I knew I was going to need. I pull his shirt off his body, step back to take in the view, and start to unbutton my own pants. His shoulders are broader than they looked underneath his clothes, and his torso forms a delicious V where it meets his hips.

“You’re the richest guy I ever I've hooked up with, and you're seriously going to make me do this here in your garage?” he says with a heavy breath. His pants are bulging at the seams, just the way I want them to be. I know he’s turned on bad, and that only turns me on even more. It’s kind of fucked up, but my stomach churned a bit when he mentioned the thought of him hooking up with other men.

Who do I think I am? Why do I give a shit what he’s done with other men? We’re going to hook up tonight, and that will be the end of things. That’s just how I operate these days. No time for long-term relationships, that’s for sure.

At least that’s what I like to tell myself.

“Get inside,” I order him as a point to my door. I can’t hide how horny I am through my husky voice. I’m way too fucking hard and turned on to hide anything right now.

Chris scoops his shirt and coat up from my garage floor. He turns and walks towards my door that leads into my house, and I can’t help but stare at his ass muscles flexing in his jeans as he walks. Jesus Christ, what I want to do to that ass. I know it would be more appropriate to handle this matter in my bedroom, but there’s no way I’m making it that far. Not with Chris, he’s simply way too hot to be able to wait that long for.

Shit, I know I have problems when I can’t even make it upstairs to my bedroom. But for real, something about this guy is driving me crazy inside.

I grab his bare shoulders in my hallway that leads to my kitchen and I pin his back up against the wall. “I take it you like it rough,” he says. I dig my tongue into the crook of his neck, grabbing the bulge in his pants with my hand.

“You have no idea,” I reply.

“Looks like I’m about to find out,” he says through a breathy tone.

I don’t usually go down on men first, but I can’t help it with this guy. He’s like a delicious appetizer that I just can’t resist. I slide his jeans down and over his hips, then I peel down his underwear and watch as his thick dick comes bounding out. I start to lick the underside of his shaft while I cup his balls in my hand. It’s like having the world’s most delicious lollipop right here in front of me. Only better - way, way better.

He pushes his crotch into my face, and I love every second of it. “Holy fuck Shane, you know what you’re doing.”

“Just the tip of the iceberg, Chris.” Then he slides his jeans down to his ankles, yanks his sneakers off, and finishes pulling his jeans totally off his legs. Now I’ve got him totally naked, in my hallway, aside from his socks. And those can stay.

“Your turn,” he says with a simple nod.

“My turn, what?” I say.

“You need to take your clothes off too if we’re going to make this fair.”

“Life isn’t fair, Chris,” I say as I stroke the full length of his shaft.

“I’m serious; I don’t want any lectures right now. Take your clothes off, or I’m leaving.”

OK, so this is a first for me. Usually, I'm the one in charge. Period. But I don’t mind letting him play that role here and there if that’s what he needs to do. Whatever it takes… Plus, if I’m being honest, I kind of liked the feeling I got when he ordered me around just then.

I do as requested and remove all my clothes. Don’t think I don’t notice the way his jaw is hinged slightly open as he looks me up and down. I’m not bragging, but I take pretty good care of myself, and he seems to care a lot.

“There. Are you happy now?” I ask. He bites down on his lower lip and reaches for my cock. I’ll take that as a yes.

"As a matter fact, yes, I'm very happy now."

I cup both sides of his head in my hands. Then we start to kiss.

Christ, this man can kiss. His lips are so soft, and his tongue is so warm. I can feel so much heat oozing from his body. Our bodies are sandwiched together, helped by the fact that I’m squeezing his ass and pulling him into me as hard as I can. He moans the moment my cock and balls brush up against his.

“If you’re happy, I’m happy,” I whisper in his ear. Then we start to kiss even harder than before. Both of our bodies are tangled up in each another’s arms as our tongues explore each other’s mouths. His mouth tastes so sweet to my tongue, a perfect mix of beer and gum. I pull him into my kitchen, ultimately trying to make our way up to my bedroom. But at this rate, it doesn’t look like we’re going to make it that far. As we nearly trip over each other’s naked bodies, Chris somehow spins around so that I am grabbing his dick from behind while his ass presses into my balls. I force his hands over my granite countertop, and spread his legs open like I’m a state cop frisking him on the side of the road. I reach underneath with my other hand and grab his balls from behind, forcing his back forward and bending him over even more.

He arches his head backward, and juts his ass out sharply.

“I thought teachers were supposed to be civil people,” I say as I rake my fingers down his back and over his ass. Fuck, I want this ass to be all mine.

“I’m not working right now. So I can do whatever the fuck I want,” he says.

My voice is husky, deep, and hungry. “And what is it that you want to do right now, Chris?”

“I want you in my mouth. And I swear I've never said that to a guy I just met at a bar."

I flip his body around and push him down by his shoulders so that his mouth is directly in front of my long, rock-hard dick. “Sure you don’t,” I say.

“No, for real. I really don’t do this kind of thing. I swear.”

And I think he means what he’s saying, which only turns me on even more. If he’s the kind a guy to take things slow, and I can get him to take things this fast, then that’s alright by me. I love that I’m having this kind of effect on him. “I’m glad I could break you in then.”

He grabs my shaft with both of his hands and starts to lick the pre-come off my mushroom head.

“Are you sure you can take all of this?” I say.

He puckers his lips together and circles the tip of my cock with his tongue. “I think I can handle you.”

“I’m gonna owe you for this one, Chris.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll collect mine later.”

Fuck, he’s so dirty for such an innocent looking dude. OK, maybe he’s not that innocent, but I guarantee he hasn’t been around the block half as many times as I have.

Chris catches me off-guard as he takes my entire dick into his throat all at once. My tip press into the back of his throat and my balls smack up against his chin. He fucks my dick with his mouth better than anyone I’ve ever been blown by before. “Are you sure you don’t do this much?” I ask.

He looks up at me as he sucks my dick, somehow finding a way to take me in even deeper. He alternates between mouth fucking my cock and licking my shaft and balls, like he’s starving and hasn’t had a meal this good in months. Then he grabs my cock with one hand and starts to suck even faster. I look down and notice that he’s jerking his own dick now. Just the sight of this alone is enough to make me come.

I let out a loud groan as I start coming down the back of his throat. I expect him to release my cock from his mouth, but he wraps his lips around my dick even tighter. It’s as though he doesn’t want to lose a single drop of my cum.

Holy shit, that was amazing.

Amazing.

I give him a second to stand up and catch his breath. “Payback time, Chris.” I swipe some of my cum that dribbled out of his mouth with my finger, and I smear it all over his cock to use it as a lubricant as I start stroking him hard and fast. He digs his hands into my countertop and arches his back. Damn, this man is truly beautiful. His eyes are bluer than any two eyes I’ve ever seen. And there’s something hidden inside of them, something that separates him from the rest of the men I usually hook up with. Seeing him sprawled out over my counter like this has to be one of the best things I’ve ever seen.