Page 20 of Love Bites

“Mein Gott,” I mumbled as my cock kicked. It wanted that too. I took a moment to breathe and enjoy the sight before me. His ass was high and tight, perfect little globes that reminded me of gorgeous balls of scamorza, a firm drier mozzarella that I enjoyed greatly when in Italy. I coated my fingers and cock. His back was smooth as fine marble, his spine arched, his head tipped back. I worked some lube over my fingers then knee-walked closer to him, my gaze locked on his tight little hole.

“Start with two,” he instructed. I wiggled two fingers in. His body clamped down around my slippery digits as his head rolled back and forth. The sounds now flowing out of him made some dark and primal part of me roar to life. I removed two then pushed three deeply into his ass. Haider mewled and groaned, rocking back to ride those fingers hard. “Now your cock,” he panted, wild curls bouncing as he fucked himself madly. “I’m ready. Now, Phillip, now.”

That hot breathy exhalation of my name sealed the deal. I eased my fingers out, grabbed his hip with one hand, my cock with the other, and pushed into all that glorious heat. He hissed at the stretch. Releasing my dick I then threaded my fingers into his hair.

“You are so tight,” I grunted as he clenched down around me. I drove in harder and he cried out in pleasure, taking every bit of my cock in one thrust. “So glorious. So beautiful.”

“Fuck me. Pull my hair. Do it!” I tugged his head back softly, tightening my grip on his hair slightly. I was totally happy to play rough with him. I just needed to know how rambunctious he liked it. The soft sigh of gratification floated out of him. So just a little rough. Wonderful. I gave his right buttock a slap. Haider yelped in surprise then came all over the bed, his body convulsing madly as he shot. My hips pistoned wildly as his channel tightened around my prick. My balls drew up, a jolt at the base of my spine exploded outward to engulf me. My dick pulsed as I drove home one last time, planting that seed he so wanted as far into him as I could manage.

I held tight to his hair as my balls emptied, all I could hear were breathy little mews of contentment from the man now spread out under me. I’d not even noticed his collapse, I’d simply ridden him down, my fist tight in his hair, my cock spurting over and over.

“Jesus Christus,” I panted, pushing up off his back then easing out of his ass. His hole was bright pink and slick with lube. My spend dribbled out of him. He reached back to press it back inside as I dropped tiny little kisses peppered with nips along his quaking ivory buttocks. “I want to lick that cum from your hole. I want to put another load inside you and work it into a froth. I want to suck the spunk from your cock then share it with you.”

“I want that too,” he confessed softly then oohed when I licked a wet stripe over the rosy handprint on his cheek. “I want all of that. Can you give me all that, Phillip?”

I rolled him to his back, placed his rubbery legs over my shoulders, and did my best to start at the end of that long list of wants by taking his flaccid cock into my mouth. As he ran his fingers through my hair, his hips leaving the soiled bedding to feed me more cock, I suspected that life from this moment onward would be vastly changed. Whether for the good or the bad remained to be seen but for this night it was all wunderbar.

MOST GENERALLY Iwas an early riser.

Which was a good thing for when something large—like a rhinoceros—came charging up the stairs before the sky had even started to lighten in the east I snapped awake. The door to Haider’s tiny apartment was wide open and the wall light was still on. I blinked at the hulking bald man standing in the doorway gaping at us, entangled like two fishing lures in an untidy tackle box, holding a large whisk in his hand. If I had not seen the man before I would have shit the bed. Instead, I reached over to peel a sticky Haider from me then sat up. We were a fright. I wasn’t sure there was a millimeter of skin that was not coated in dried spit or semen. I had fulfilled the long listof wants we’d talked about last night. Haider had been sucked, licked, and fucked until we had both collapsed into exhaustion. And they say a man loses it at forty. I’d shown them. I’d loved this younger man into a puddle of satiated goop.

“Is he dead?” The man with the flower on his head asked, brandishing that whisk in a most unsettling manner. Crocus. That was his name. Go me. At least one remaining brain cell was operational.

“Nein, no, he is just sleeping soundly.” I gave Haider a shake as I kept my eyes on the big man in a hairnet. Surely this was not happening.

“Mm, I want to but my ass is too sore,” Haider mumbled into the mattress. I had no idea where the pillows had gone. On the floor maybe? We had had one under his tasty rump at one point…

I blanched. Crocus went a fine shade of raspberry. “Boss, the cats are in the kitchen,” Crocus called cautiously.

Haider sniffled softly, a very cute sound, and then exploded out of bed as if someone had hooked a jumper cable to his balls. His curls were a mishmash of flat or wildly rabid, his tender pale backside was peppered with little love bites—he’d enjoyed each of those marks tremendously—and his eyes were wide.

“The cats are in the…how?!” Haider asked, his voice rising to an octave I’d only heard reached by Morten Harket from A-ha.

“The door was left open,” Crocus supposed then, very timidly for a man of his bulk, began backing out of the room. I sat there, tangled cover puddled in my lap, staring at Haider who was looking rather manic. “I’ll go round them up,” I heard Crocus call before he raced down the stairs.

“Fuck oh fuck, what if the board of health comes in?!” Haider squeaked, eyes growing rounder, voice climbing to coloratura soprano range. “Shit. Shit. What if they ate chocolate?!”

“I thought it was dogs that could not have chocolate.” I offered, just to try to lower his anxiety level but to no avail. He’d pulled on my trousers as I’d made my canine to feline chocolate comment.

“No, its cats too! Oh my babies. My god what kind of cat daddy am I? Why are my pants falling down?!”

“Because they are mine,” I gently pointed out.

“Shit. Where are my pants?” He rushed to step out of my slacks, flung them at me, and then raced around the room with his dick bouncing enticingly. I knew I should not be enjoying the situation as much as I was but being able to see such a stunning man bounding around in the nude was enjoyable. What can I say? I have an appreciation for beautiful things.

“Let me get dressed and help you,” I said when his circling the room grew faster and faster.

“No, you need to go. Just go before someone sees you and knows that I slept with the enemy. What was I thinking?!” Haider rattled off as he found then stepped into a pair of pink leggings.

I winced internally at the coldness of his words. How could he have given himself to me so fully a few hours ago and then, upon awaking, call me an enemy. It hurt more than it should have. Lord knows I’d been called many things, enemy just one of them, over my years of expanding my family business. I’d thought Haider and I had moved past that. I thought wrong it seemed.

“I have to find my cats.”

“Yes, please, go. I’ll see myself out.” I rose from the bed feeling awkward. Not an emotion I was familiar with.

Haider ran his fingers through his curls, making them stand out in insane ways I wished I didn’t find so damned adorable.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m saying or feeling I just…” He blew out a breath. “We probably shouldn’t do that again.” Hewaved a shaky hand at the bed. “It’s just going to make things more muddy. And I’m not sure if you slept with me to—”

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