Victim of Love (11 page)

Sure, I’d already seen him
practically
naked when he went in the hot tub in his undies. But the vision he was stripped bare was another thing altogether. My eyes drank in the sight with awe, the way his back tapered at the waist and curved into the perfect swell of his tight ass, supported by the hard muscle of his upper thighs. I’d always told myself that I’m not superficial, that looks aren’t overly important in choosing a lover. But the truth was, I’d never been one to score
the hot
guy
.

I’d drooled over men I couldn’t have in the past, many of them straight. I’d mustered my courage once or twice to approach a gay man I deemed out of my league, and was always rejected. And deep down, I’d told myself I wasn’t ever going to experience the rush of being with a man I was truly, deeply, and insanely attracted to. I’d had lovers that got me off, had orgasms, but my desire for them was never more than simple affection and usually urged on by loneliness and a basic, human need for sexual contact.

But it hit me now—this man standing before me was
a hot guy
, a prince. I wanted him with an urgency I’d never felt. And against all odds, he wanted me too.

When he turned and faced me, I sucked in an audible breath. He’d rolled a condom onto his ample cock, slick with lube, but as arousing as that sight was, my eyes couldn’t decide what to look at, roaming over him from head to toe, his eyes, his lips, the curve of his hips, the whiteness of his upper thighs above his tan line.

Beck paused, frowning, then approached the bed cautiously, looking down at me. “Ah, shit,” he said. “You changed your mind?”

My eyes widened. “What? No!”

His frown turned into a smile, and he pointed to my shorts. “Are they stuck?”

I glanced down at myself, then laughed. My eyes lifted and took in the sight of naked Beck again. “I got stuck looking at you,” I said softly.

Beck climbed onto the bed, straddling my knees. “Another good answer,” he said, then rested his hands over mine, still hooked into the hem of my shorts. “May I?”

A long sigh escaped me and I stretched my arms over my head as I relaxed back on the mattress, my gut quivering with heated anticipation. “You may.”

Beck’s eyes stayed on my face as he peeled my shorts down. His usual smile absent, he wore that serious expression that turned me on and made me feel weak. Once he’d slipped the shorts off my feet and cast them aside, he slid his hands under my knees and climbed between my legs. Still with his eyes on mine, he crawled slowly up the mattress.

When he lowered himself down, his sheathed cock made contact with mine, and his smile returned. “Where were we?”

I inhaled his scent as his chest pressed down, a slight whiff of sweat in the mix now. The room was stuffy and hot with the shades drawn, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to sweat all over me. I wanted to drown in him. “You were kissing me,” I said. “And about to fuck me.”

Beck’s fingers trailed down my side to my hip as he stared into my eyes. Lifting slightly, he positioned himself, and I felt the slick head of his cock against my entrance. “Slow,” he breathed against my lips. “You said you want me to fuck you slow.”

I nodded, though the truth was at this point I didn’t care
how
he fucked me as long as he did it. But it appeared my request for slowness turned him on for some reason, so I kept the game going. “Slow,” I said. “Nice and slow.”

His pupils dilated, and I felt his cock twitch at my words. Maybe this was what he wanted, my ‘sweetness’ and caution. I hoped that wasn’t what his whole virgin line of questioning was about, that he imagined me some pure, blushing, slightly younger innocent he had to treat with kid gloves. But if that’s what did it for him, I was willing to play along, and restrained my naughty desire to change the game and beg him to just bang the hell out of me.

He took my lips in a bruising kiss as he breached my entrance. His tongue made me so dizzy with desire that I barely felt the burn as he pushed in deeper, slicked with lube and sliding easily. I lifted my hips and allowed him to have me, wincing just once as he filled me completely.

Breaking the heated kiss, he stared down at me, but said nothing as he drew himself back out with excruciating slowness. I could feel each curve and ridge of his cock dragging against the wakening nerves of my prostate. “Like that?” he whispered.

My eyebrows pinched together as I tried to think through my pleasure, his soft voice making my cock leak. “Yes,” I huffed out.

He kissed me again, holding the sides of my face as he pushed into me, inch by agonizing inch. And again, he drew out just as slowly.

It was driving me mad. Even madder when he disengaged from the kissing again and pinned me with a hard stare. “Slow enough?”

I nodded.

“You want more?”

“Yes.”

He began again with a press of hips and gentle, hesitant penetration. His cock glided over my prostate, so cautiously it made me clench and pant into his mouth as he kissed me, craving more even though the intensity of his decidedly careful ministrations was making me dizzy with arousal. He was still only halfway home when my hands slid over his sweaty back and tenderly cupped his firm ass, tugging him against me with a quick jerk.

Beck’s lips tore from mine and he stared down at me, mouth open with a gasp. His wide grin appeared, and he huffed out another breath. “Someone’s breaking his own rules,” he said, and slowly drew himself out of me again. His arms trembled as he held it there, the head of his cock lingering at the crest of my entrance.

Squeezing his ass tight, I tugged him into me again.

Beck’s eyes closed as his arms gave out and he collapsed onto my body, the action pushing him deeper inside me, and I groaned, clenching around his cock. “You’re really asking for it, you know,” he whispered in my ear. “You trying to make me lose control?”

“Maybe,” I said. “Do you want to lose control? Show me. Show me what
you
want.”

Mouthing his way along my chin, he bit my lip and sucked, then let it go, pressing his forehead against mine. Gripping the back of my thigh with one hand, he lifted my ass off the mattress and plunged in, making me cry out.

“This what you want now?” he said. “Want me to fuck you hard?”

I breathed heavily, trying to recover enough to speak.

His arms slid under my shoulders and got me in a tight grip as he started to ride me, the strength in his body pushing me into the mattress with each thrust. “Hard like this?”

“God,” I huffed. “Yes. Just take me. Take everything.”

Beck let out a low growl and gripped me tighter, doubling his speed, blinding me with pleasure, body slapping hard against mine as he penetrated me. My breath came so hard I was close to hyperventilating, lost in sensation.

A hot tongue lapped at my neck, then sucked. “So sweet,” he said, then pushed up on his arms, looking down into my eyes, his hair damp with sweat. “So fucking sweet,” he said through clenched teeth, and I moaned loudly, his shift of position hitting me just right as he continued to pound, the muscles in his arms tight with strain.

“You like this?” he asked, watching my face.

I couldn’t form words, overwhelmed, too lost in the ecstasy of feeling him take me, the lustful look in his eyes.

“Answer me.”

I gulped in air and breathed out hard, “Yes.”

“You want to come with me fucking you hard like this?”

I nodded, my lower belly tightening.

Resting on one elbow, Beck reached down between us and took hold of my cock. His hand was slippery, either with sweat or the lube he’d used on himself, I wasn’t sure, but the glide of his fist around my erection was too much, too perfect, and I squeaked out an incoherent sound.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice gentle even as his strong thrusts harpooned and stretched me, blasting bolts of bliss up inside. “Let it happen, Olsen. Come for me.”

The pleasure was almost pain as my body twisted, pushing my cock hard into Beck’s tight fist, the orgasm sharp and traveling down to tighten my ass. Beck stroked me rhythmically as I gushed between us.

When I began to soften, he pressed his lips to mine briefly before pulling back. “I’m gonna come inside you now,” he huffed, releasing my cock and pushing up on his arms.

He slapped himself against me, once, twice, and on the third thrust he let out a deep groan. I felt the heat within as he gushed inside the condom, and I lifted for him, clenching around him as I forced him deeper.

His eyes widened, mouth open as he looked down at me, then he collapsed onto my chest, mumbling, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,
holy
fuck,” as his hips undulated, slowing as he rode the last of his climax.

I could feel Beck’s jackhammer heartbeat against me as I tried to catch my own breath, woozy and sated, yet still inhaling deeply to capture his scent. As I stared at the sloped wooden ceiling, I ran fingers through the sweaty hair of the man resting on top of me, and knew I could never get enough. I’d be left pining and dreaming of more long after I left his bed, just as he’d suggested in his seduction speech.

“I didn’t expect that,” Beck mumbled against my shoulder.

I continued to thread my fingers through his hair, unable to stop touching him. “What didn’t you expect?”

He chuckled, his breath tickling my cooling flesh. “I didn’t expect it to be so good.”

I laughed hard. “Well, shit, I’m not sure if I should be complimented or insulted by that statement.”

Beck rolled off of me and onto his back, grinning, eyes closed. “Let’s just leave it as I’m really glad I didn’t go jet skiing.”

I sat up, suddenly remembering our cohorts. “Shit. I almost forgot about the others.”

Beck sat up and stretched his back, then climbed out of bed and walked to the window, peering through the blinds. He turned back and dove onto the bed beside me. “Well, there’s no sign of them yet.”

I stroked his arm, my eyes drawn to the tattoo on his bare hip. I could see it now, the letters within the dark, inky design. A scrawling K, an E, and an M. I wasn’t about to venture into that mystery, but I did have other burning curiosities that wouldn’t stay silent.

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

Beck eyed me cautiously, brows lowering. “How did I know you were gonna say that?”

I laughed. “You don’t have to give me the Beck scowl. I was just wondering why you’re not...you know. Out.”

He grinned, holding my gaze. “Oh.
Just
that, huh? That small, innocuous, only slightly personal question?”

“Relax, I’m not making a big deal out of it. It’s just kind of weird, knowing more about you than your own sister.”

“You don’t know more about me than Laurie. You just happen to know one thing she doesn’t.”

“But did you ever want to? Come out to your sister? Your family?”

Beck sat up and propped pillows behind his back. Once again he had that distant look he’d gotten at the beach when I asked about his past. I felt a chill come over him for a moment, but then he visibly relaxed, as though he’d caught it and wrestled the emotion back down again.

He reached for the discarded joint on the end table and lit it, taking a long drag and blowing it out. He offered it to me, but I shook my head. “I guess I’ve never understood that need.” He shrugged. “Like why people have to go ‘Hey, Mom and Dad, guess what? I like cock. Let’s hug it out.’ I just don’t get that. You’re an adult. Why should it matter? You left home for a reason. It’s your life now. Cut the cord.”

I watched him suck on the joint, then pinch it out again, setting it down. He closed his eyes, resting his head against the pillow. I suspected there was more to it than the answer he gave me, but decided not to push. I could feel his walls going back up, locking himself down and keeping me out.

“Well, not everyone feels that way,” I said. “I guess some people feel the need to reveal who they truly are to the people in their lives.”

Beck looked at me. “Did you?”

I nodded. “It was just easier,” I said. “Letting my friends know.”

“And your parents? Family?”

“I have no siblings. And my parents are dead. I never got around to telling them. Not sure if I ever would have. They weren’t big talkers. Our phone conversations usually consisted of, ‘You all right?’ ‘Yeah, I’m all right, you?’ ‘We’re all right. Okay then. Bye.’ Not overly curious about the details of my life.”

“How did they die?”

“Cancer.”

“Both of them?”

I nodded.

Beck frowned. “Huh. Sorry.”

“Thanks.”

“What’s on the agenda tonight?” Beck asked. “We all going to dinner or something, I think?”

I nodded, acknowledging the abrupt subject change. The personal questions were over. “A restaurant on the dock that Kamal knows. Can’t remember the name. They have live music. Some salsa...Cuban...jazz...reggae...calypso thing.”

Beck’s smile lit his face, and he reached over and gave my chin a quick squeeze. “You realize those are different types of music, right?”

I smiled, warmed by his contagious grin. “Well, I’m not as worldly as you.”

Beck held my gaze. “That’s all right. Don’t change. You’re—”

“
Don’t
say sweet.”

“Why not?”

“Because it feels like you’re calling me
simple
.”

Beck fell into wheezing giggles, then dove on me, rolling on top of me. “That’s how I’m gonna introduce you to people.” His body jerked with laughter. “This is Olsen. Don’t mind him, he doesn’t say much. He’s simple.”

“You’re stoned,” I said.

He laughed, nodding. “And you’re simple.” His head fell on my shoulder as he snickered.

“It’s not
that
funny.” I smirked, enjoying the feel of him on top of me again.

Voices sounded outside suddenly, and we both came alert, disengaging. Beck ran to the window and peeked through the blinds. “Shit. They’re coming.”

I bounded out of bed and pulled on my discarded shorts. “How close?”

“You’ve got time to get to your room.”

“I’ll go jump in the shower,” I said, then ran to the inner door, confused for a moment when the knob wouldn’t turn.

“It’s locked.” Beck reached over my arm and unlocked it. “Go!” He slapped my ass, and I bolted through the door.