Page 35 of Blitz
“God, you are so dense.”
“Uhm…” I wasn’t sure I wanted this to end on an insult to be honest.
“I am into you like that.”
“Oh. Cool.”
“Lock the door.”
My brain was a little slow on the uptake, but it caught up when Trick removed his tee, exposing all that pale creamy skin pulled tight over a torso thick with muscle. “Lock. The. Door.” I fumbled for the deadbolt as he untied the string holding his shorts in place. They slid down over thick thighs to puddle on his bare feet. My gaze moved to his cock and lingered there, enraptured as his prick thickened before my eyes. I glanced up from his cock to find him wearing a look that screamed that behind his bravado was a man terrified of being himself for whatever reason. There were many. I knew that all too well. “If you don’t want to do this with me, then whatever…”
Ah there was that practiced nonchalance. “Trick, Isowant to do this with you.” I tugged my T-shirt over my head, pitched it to the left, and didn’t even glance at the sound of a lamp thudding to the floor. “Come here.”
He faltered for a second, and then he began to move closer, each step erasing a line of tension until his brow was smooth as glass when I gathered him into my arms. I wondered what his famous father would think of his god being the one who created Trick to be a bi man. Nothing good if the snippets I had read online were true. Trick’s lips on mine flushed the thoughts of the hateful televangelist away with a warm rush of passion. I snugged him close to me, moving him to the right, as I slid mytongue into his waiting mouth. He sighed into the kiss, letting me take control.
“I love your taste,” I groaned when we broke for air, his arms now linked around my waist while I bumbled around, unsure of where to take us other than somewhere vertical. The sofa was right there, but I wanted to lay him down, spread him wide, and feast on him like a buffet. “Bedroom?”
“Mmph, here, fuck me here.” His hands skimmed over my chest, then to my hips. With a tug my cock bounced free, the head slick already. He crawled over me like a lemur, mad with desire. “Fuck me here on the floor.”
His fingers dug into my short hair as he nipped at my lip. I peeled him off gently, took his wrists in my hands, and tenderly looped them around and behind his back. His nostrils flared as his cock jumped, the twitch felt through my own rigid prick.
“We’re not dogs.” I ran my teeth down the side of his neck. His head fell to the side. “Well, I guess I am, but you’re not. You’re special. I want to love you somewhere soft, somewhere you’re comfortable, somewhere I can take you apart kiss by kiss, stroke by stroke, and thrust by thrust.”
“Yes, yes take me apart,” he whimpered.
I released his hands, swept him up with a huff—as damn he was heavy—and carried him down a narrow hall. The bedroom door was open. I strode in, my arms full of writhing hockey player, and laid him out on the wide queen bed. It was unmade and covered with piles of folded wash. Trick pushed the clean clothes to the floor, then reached for me.
“You want me to use a condom?” I enquired as he cupped his balls, then lifted them to show me his hole. I bit down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from leaping on the man right then. Yes, we had had this talk before, but that was just a hand job. This was going to be me filling his bubble butt with spunk so…
“No, no condom. We’re both good. Just get inside me now.”
“Pushy puck pusher,” I chuckled as I spread his legs wider to accommodate my bulk. Then, because it was so pretty and so damned hard, I dropped a kiss to his navel, then fell on his cock like a starved man. Trick yelped and dug his heels into the bed. I pressed down on his hips, showing him that I was leading this show. He melted into the bedding as I tongued at his slit then swallowed him whole.
“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, Tom.” Hearing my name shouted by this man made my cock pulse in warning. I had to slow this down a bit, or I’d be done before I ever sank into him. His hands found my head. I peeled his fingers from my skull and pinned his wrists to the bed beside his hips. A sound like a man finding Nirvana floated from him. I sucked on his head for ages as he seemed to enjoy that a great deal. “I do want this. I want this… you… I want it so fucking bad. Ah, shit, shit!”
I pulled off with a loudpop, worked my way back to his lush lips via his tender little nipples, and kissed him senseless. He was like an eel under me, moving constantly. Sensual to the nth.
“Lube?” I asked after giving his lower lip a tug.
“Nightstand,” he panted, his legs now around my waist, his hips rolling like the tide. I sat back on my heels, taking a moment to admire his beauty. It reminded me of being in Florence a few years ago with Ty and Paula. We’d taken a tour to see the sculpture of David on a hot, hot, oh so hot day, and even though hundreds of people were packed into the Accademia Gallery of Florence, I’d felt as if I were there alone as I gazed on male perfection. Now, once again, I was drinking in the beauty of a perfect male form.
“You are the most gorgeous man,” I whispered as I coated my fingers with slick.
Trick smiled at me, a genuine sort of dreamy smile I’d not seen before. “I think you’re gorgeous too,” he confided so quietly I had to strain to hear him.
With a grunt of awkward acceptance of the compliment, I bent down to kiss his belly as I wiggled my fingers under his heavy nuts. Trick threw a leg over my shoulder with a sigh. My fingers slid into heat and tightness. He reached for me. I shook my head. His hands fell to his heaving chest.
“Good man,” I praised as my fingers sank in deeper, finding a knot of nerves that sent Trick into a spasm of contracting muscles. “Easy, baby, easy.”
“I need to come,” he barked, then pouted as I removed my fingers and took my cock in hand. He grabbed his dick. I moved his hand away from his length. “Fucking A, just do me!”
Seeing him so needy for my dick made it weep. I used my thumb to wipe the pre-cum around the swollen head, applied some thick lines of lube, and worked it over my dick while Trick whimpered softly.
Without a word, I tapped my cock against his entrance then pushed in. Easing past that bit of resistance timidly. Trick was having none of that. He arched up and hooked his leg around my back, slamming my cock into him. We both growled in pleasure.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, Tom. Now, hard, wipe away the rest of the world,” Trick pleaded.
I began to move. Deep, slow thrusts rocking the bed into the wall, as well as my world. I’d been with other guys, sure, but something about this experience was beyond the others. He clung to me like a limpet when his orgasm crested. I watched him throughout his release and felt the hot wash of spunk between us as he blew apart with only the pressure of my cock on his prostate. Truly the hottest thing ever. I dropped my head, pressed my brow to his, and drove into him relentlessly until my balls contracted. Trick dug his heel into my ass to push medeeper as my cock spurted over and over. Endlessly it seemed. Unable to catch my breath I went to my elbows, pinning Trick tightly under me as my dick kicked. He latched onto my mouth with his, licking deep, tonguing my teeth as his ass clenched around me.
