Six Degrees of Lust (18 page)

just a bit off kilter as a result of his unexpected attraction to Mac,

but he could, and would, handle it.

Tightening his grip on Mac’s cock and kissing him harder,

Sam willed his heart palpitations away, set on having his dick be

the only part of himself to pulse out of control and that only

after he’d fucked the gorgeous man to next Sunday.

He broke the kiss and turned Mac around, shoving him a

little roughly against the tiled wall, keeping one hand on the

big guy’s waist while the other never released its grip on that

mouthwatering hard cock.

With his front glued to Mac’s back and his dick nestled in

his crease, Sam licked his smooth back, traced first the Celtic

cross tattoo on his bulging left bicep, then moved to the fire

department shield on his right. He scraped his teeth across Mac’s

shoulders and sank them on the curve of his neck hard enough

to sting. It drove them both crazy. Mac grabbed Sam’s thigh and

pulled him closer, blond head falling back against his shoulder.

They moaned in unison.

“Fuck, Sam…”

“You like that?” He slid his hand down from Mac’s waist

to his heavy balls, rolling them softly between his fingers and

increasing the speed of his strokes. “Feels good?” He nipped

along his strong jaw and breathed in, smiling a little when Mac’s

natural scent hit him. He loved the way the Texan smelled and

was happy the soap hadn’t totally covered it. “Tell me if you like

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this…”

§ § § §

“Yeah…” Mac whispered, licking Sam’s earlobe and tugging

at it, his hole clenching in anticipation when Sam grabbed the

lube from the soap dish.

“You want my fingers?” Sam let go of his cock and poured

some of the lube in his hand. Two seconds later he was sliding

his tongue down Mac’s back, nipping at his buttocks right before

spreading his ass cheeks open. Mac didn’t think it was possible,

but his dick got harder and he honest to God whimpered. He

lowered his head and was able to catch a glimpse of Sam’s lower

body between his legs.

And somehow, above the noise of the shower, the deafening

thudding of his heart, and the fact that they came from far down,

he was able to hear Sam’s words. “Your hole is the hottest thing

I’ve seen in a long time.” He licked along the crease and reached

around until he had a firm grip on Mac’s dick again. “You’ve no

idea how badly I want to eat you, Tex… so fucking bad…” Mac’s

knees buckled. He’d never felt so exposed in his life. Or more

turned on.

He almost told Sam to go ahead and do it. They’d exchanged

test results. They were both clean. But he couldn’t share

something so significant with a man he would never see again,

so he kept quiet and concentrated on the pleasure he was getting

from Sam’s hand jerking him off and his tongue making its way

up his back once again.

Lube slicked fingers circled Mac’s pucker, promising but not

delivering. Sam planted a few kisses on his cheek and the corner

of his mouth.

“You never answered me.” His breath floated across Mac’s

face, smelling of peppermint and the hottest sex he’d ever had.

“You want my fingers?”

“Yeah… ohhhhh…” Mac braced himself against the wall

as he felt Sam’s finger breach him. “Fuck, yeah I want ’em…”

The sound he made when the second finger went in and almost

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immediately honed on his prostate was equal parts growl,

whimper, and moan; a sound Mac was positive he had never

made before.

“That’s it, kitten.” Sam’s smile was feral. “Let me hear you

purr.”

And purr Mac did. Incessantly, because there was no way he

could have taken the pleasure this man was giving him quietly.

A third finger was added.

Sam rubbed the tip of Mac’s cock with the rough pad of his

thumb while the fingers of his other hand stretched him and

rubbed his sweet spot.

Mac was shaking, unable to decide whether he wanted to

fuck himself harder on those wicked fingers or fuck himself

into Sam’s fist with everything he had. Not wanting to miss out

on either sensation, he ended up doing both. But a few minutes

later, when the fingers were replaced by slippery, cold plastic,

everything came to a halt. Realizing what it was, Mac snapped his

eyes open and looked at Sam.

“Is that a butt plug?” he managed to ask. “What do you think

you’re doing?”

“When I finally get to fuck you I want you to enjoy it.” Sam’s

deep voice was a mere whisper in his ear, adding to the shivers

already spreading through his body. “No…” He shook his head

a little, lips caressing Mac’s ear shell. “I want you to love it. You

take my fingers wonderfully, but you’re so tight… we need more

than that to get you ready for me.”

“I know that.” Mac turned his head a little and licked from

Sam’s cheek to his neck. “Just… keep using your fingers.”

“Do you ever fuck yourself?” Sam asked, tilting his own head

to the side and exposing his neck to Mac’s wandering tongue.

“Sometimes.” The thick silicone head was circling his entrance

now, making him tense with both dread and anticipation.

“Then what’s the problem?” Mac glanced down and watched

the red tip of his cock disappear in the tight circle of Sam’s long

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fingers. His grip was firm, but also delicate. “Mac?”

He shook his head and bit his lower lip.

He wouldn’t say it out loud, but the problem was Mac

had been ready for Sam’s brash attitude and hadn’t foreseen a

considerate side to him. The problem was that this was supposed

to be casual sex, and there was nothing casual about having Sam

do something to him that not even his boyfriend of seven years

had ever bothered with before their relationship ended.

The fact that a man he hardly knew anything about had

taken steps to make sure Mac was ready, as opposed to assuming

that because he was big and strong he could take anything, had

thrown him for a loop.

The problem was he’d been a goddamn fool taking Travis’

word for everything and—

“Hey… stay with me, kitten,” Sam whispered over his lips,

somehow sensing Mac’s distress. “Just open up and let me make

you feel good.”

The second the tip went in Sam slammed their lips together,

swallowing Mac’s groan and robbing him of thoughts and breath

in the process. He never stopped pushing. Slowly and unfailingly

he guided the thick plug in, all the way to the base, giving Mac

a taste of how it would feel to finally have the Yankee take him.

His eyes crossed. He was completely unfamiliar with the

pleasure-pain combination he was being subjected to. It was

exhilarating. He’d never felt anything remotely close to it, not

once since he’d become sexually active at the age of seventeen,

and he both feared and welcomed it.

“You doing okay?” Sam asked, tugging at his lower lip before

breaking contact.

“I’m…” Mac took a deep breath, letting his body get used to

being so full. Sam definitely helped by spreading his fingers and

rubbing them over his incredibly stretched opening. Just when he

was starting to relax he felt the vibration and his body went up in

flames. “Ohhh… oh, shit…”

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“Is that good?” Sam jerked his cock and fucked his ass,

changing the angle slightly and hitting Mac’s prostate.

He shamelessly spread his legs wider. “Yes! God yeah, it’s

good!”

“You look so fucking gorgeous…” Sam’s voice trembled a

little and Mac opened his eyes to look at him. Lust shone in his

dark blue eyes, so raw it made Mac whimper. To realize Sam’s

desire matched his own and that he wasn’t alone on this wild ride

was bewildering in the most fantastic way.

“Gimme more, darlin’…” He wrapped his arm around Sam’s

waist and pulled him closer. “Fuck me faster.”

“Jesus.” Sam increased his hand’s speed and humped his rock

hard prick against Mac’s thigh. “I wanna see you come for me.

Now.”

Mac’s cock must have been connected to Sam’s commanding

voice because four tight, fast strokes later, he was growling and

coming all over Sam’s fist. And his Yankee ate at his mouth like a

starving man, holding him up when his own legs wouldn’t.

Finding it difficult to breathe he turned sideways and rested

his back against the tiled wall, but Sam wasn’t having any of that.

He released his hold on Mac’s still hard cock and grabbed his

face, smearing thick spunk all over his jaw and lower lip. Mac

opened his mouth and licked it off before the water washed it

away, then stuck his tongue out and pretty much challenged Sam

to share it with him.

He did, driving Mac crazy all over again.

Moving quickly, he changed places with Sam.

“What are you—?”

“Shhh.” He put a finger on Sam’s lips and looked at him in the

eyes. “Let me do this, please.”

Sam’s body was amazing and he couldn’t wait to get his hands

all over it. Almost as tall as Mac, he was built like a swimmer. His

arms were long and muscled, and his broad shoulders tapered

down to a trim waist with washboard abs.

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Taking his silence as a green light, Mac kissed, nibbled,

nipped, and sucked all over Sam’s torso. His quarter size dark

pink nipples got special attention, because Mac had a thing for

them and because it drove his lover crazy when he sucked on

them hard enough to leave a mark.

Unlike his own, Sam’s chest was slightly covered by smooth,

dark hair that faded into the sexiest treasure trail he’d ever seen.

It just added to Sam’s raw masculinity and made Mac’s mouth

water. He followed said trail with his fingers until he reached

trimmed pubic hair and tugged on bald, heavy balls. And speaking

of treasures, Sam’s long, thick cock was a national one in Mac’s

book.

His Yankee liked ink, too. He had a tribal arm band on his

right bicep, an artful Celtic knot on his left, and some writing

Mac hadn’t gotten to read yet down his spine. Just like himself,

the boy was Irish and obviously proud of his heritage. But it was

the fourth tattoo that had Mac captivated. On his left ribcage,

at a diagonal angle from his heart, he had small baby footprints

with the words “for Lindsey” framing the bottom. He didn’t have

a clue what it meant to the other man, but it was so delicate it

moved something in Mac’s chest.

He dropped to his knees and kissed the tattoo softly before

burying his nose in Sam’s groin to breathe him in. His nostrils

flared and his fingers flexed around Sam’s hips. He couldn’t pull

him closer, but Mac tried anyway, desperate for more of that

heady scent that made his mouth dry and his head buzz.

“I love the way you smell,” he growled. “It’s intoxicatin’.”

He turned his head and looked at Sam’s thick, jutting cock.

The angry red head with its leaking slit was a sight to behold. Mac

had never been particularly enthusiastic about giving blowjobs,

but all that had changed the moment he’d seen Sam’s prick.

Back then he’d wanted it in his mouth in the worst way, and

it wasn’t any different now. He licked the hard length back and

forth, drew one of Sam’s heavy balls into his mouth and rolled it

around softly, learning the texture and shape, smiling a little when

Sam spread his legs wider and grabbed him by the hair.

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Mac stuck his tongue out and let the tip graze the other man’s

perineum, wishing he could rim him, not surprised when he felt

the tug on his hair that stopped him from doing so. Health issues

aside, why would a stranger let him do things that the man who

had sworn he’d love Mac forever wouldn’t?

Swallowing his disappointment for not being able to do

things he wanted more than anything in the world to this man, he

redirected his attention back to Sam’s nuts. Then he felt another

tug, harder this time. Schooling his expression, he finally looked

up.

“I left the condoms in the bedroom,” he said in a rush. “Did

you happen to bring any with your toy?”

Sam shook his head slowly. “I hate the taste of latex. It makes

me gag.”

“That’s fine. I wasn’t expecting for you to do anything, but if

it’s all right with you, I’d very much like to blow you.”

“It’s more than all right.” Sam brushed his fingers over

Mac’s cheekbones and lips, his beautiful blue eyes momentarily

shadowed by emotions Mac wished he could identify. “Problem

is I like the taste of your mouth too much to spoil it.”

“Okay.” He swallowed hard, not looking away.

“I get around Mac, I’m not going to lie.” Sam’s voice and

hand trembled a little. “But I have never felt remotely tempted to