Page 28 of Gay for Pay
“Yes, please.” Linc reached for him, but Chris ducked and climbed out of the bed. “Where are you going?” Linc moaned, sounding like a petulant child.
Chris laughed, walking over to his backpack on wobbly legs. “To grab the lube and condoms,” he called over his shoulder.
Items in hand, he turned…and almost swallowed his fucking tongue. Linc had spread himself out on the bed, on his stomach, and was drinking straight from the bottle of champagne, his glorious ass on full display. Chris’s cock twitched. Lord, but the man was breathtaking. Skin the color of warm almonds from many days spent by the pool at the house in Mamaroneck, his body well defined with just enough ink to draw your eye to thick, corded arms, Linc was all man and extremely beautiful at the same time. What was it about him that called to Chris, made him ache with need when no one else had? Chris planned on spending at least the next fifty years figuring out the answer to that question.
Chris tossed the supplies to Linc, climbing onto the bed and up Linc’s body, licking a path from his ankle to his hip. He’d recently watched a handful of videos online focused on rimming and couldn’t wait to test his skills. After his brief conversation with Jordan all those months ago, Chris had been petrified about performing the act on, well, anyone. But after watching some of the guys doing it to each other while assisting on shoots and online, seeing how much they enjoyed it, he really wanted to do it to Linc. It was something he hadn’t done yet, and a thrill shot through him, knowing he was sharing something with Linc that he’d never done with anyone else.
“Why don’t you put that down?” Chris nodded toward the bottle in Linc’s hand.
Pupils fully dilated, Linc blinked, obviously dazed and confused. Chris liked that look. “Huh? Oh, right.” The second after Linc set the bottle on the table, Chris grabbed him by the hips and pulled his ass up in the air, skimming his fingers over the tattoo that ran along Linc’s spine. When he spread Linc’s cheeks open, the man sucked in a sharp breath. Chris grinned, teasing Linc’s hole with his thumb. Linc’s entire body trembled.
Chris chuckled when Linc spread his legs and opened himself up fully. He sucked on Linc’s balls before sliding the tip of his tongue over his taint, circling Linc’s sensitive opening, nipping and sucking on the sensitive flesh while Linc moaned and writhed beneath him. He dipped the tip of his tongue inside Linc’s hole, and Linc almost came up off the bed. “Goddamn, Chris, that feels fucking amazing. Please don’t stop.”
Chris reached down and grabbed Linc’s cock, finding the tip already wet with pre-come. He could feel his own shaft pulsing and leaking, and he knew if he didn’t fuck Linc soon, he’d come just from the reaction the man was having to the rimming, and he desperately wanted to be inside Linc when he came. Sitting up on his knees, he gently pushed Linc’s body onto the bed. He sucked two fingers into his mouth before using them to massage Linc’s entrance, which seemed to be pulsing as if begging to be breached.
“Fuuuuck,” Linc groaned and squirmed underneath him as Chris pushed one finger past the tight ring of muscle.
“Oh, fuck!” Linc cursed louder when Chris added a second finger. Chris rubbed the tips of his fingers over the spongy bundle of nerves, smiling when Linc gasped and his hips rocked against Chris’s hand.
“God, damn, Chris…babe, you’re killing me.” Linc begged, bringing his feet up on either side of Chris’s hips. Linc’s head and shoulders were buried in the pillow and his ass was in the air, all his weight on his knees. Chris continued to fuck Linc with two fingers, fisting his cock with the other hand.
“Fuuuuuuuck.” Linc purred, his legs tightening around Chris’s hips. Linc’s own hips were bobbing up and down as he drove his ass up, swallowing the two fingers, driving his weeping cock into Chris’s fist. Before Chris even realized what was happening, he felt the warm liquid spill out of Linc’s dick, coating his hand as Linc’s body convulsed under his ministrations.
“Oh, my fucking God, you are quite possibly the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” Chris praised his lover, kissing one of the Asian symbols tattooed on his back, tracing the black ink with his tongue.
He released Linc’s shaft and gently pulled his fingers out of him, quickly grabbing a condom and sliding it on, so hard it was almost painful. As he lubed up, Linc turned over and grabbed his knees, pulling his legs up to his chest. His hole was red and quivering, and his cock was still semi-hard, even after coming not even two minutes earlier. Chris circled Linc’s opening with his lube-slicked finger, barely breaching it with the tip. Linc sighed. “Dammit, Chris, don’t tease me. I’ve wanted this for so long. Please, make love to me.”
Wanting this, their first time having sex as a couple to be special, different—just the two of them with no cameras or lights or props—he kissed Linc, slowly at first, deepening the kiss as he tapped Linc’s entrance with his cockhead, loving the way Linc’s entire body seemed to sigh with happiness.
Chris slid home with one long, slow stroke that left them both breathless. Linc’s channel pulsed around him and Chris fought the urge to thrust blindly, holding still for a moment, allowing Linc time to adjust to his thickness. When Linc wiggled his hips, Chris took the hint, pulling out, then driving in with more force.
The romantic, grand gesture of wooing his partner with champagne and foreplay had worked, flawlessly. Now it was time to give in to the more primal instinct to fuck Linc into oblivion and make damn sure they were both a sweaty, sticky mess in the end. He held Linc’s legs in the air, watching his cock glide in and out of his lover’s body. “Jesus, Linc, you feel fucking amazing, perfect.”
Linc stared up at him with what could only be described as bedroom eyes. God almighty, the man was sexy as hell. Wrapping Linc’s thick, muscled legs around his waist, Chris took his time, slowly rolling his hips, loving the feel of Linc’s tight ass wrapped around his dick.
“Stop. Teasing. Me.” Linc panted, moaning and writhing underneath him, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat. Chris leaned in for another kiss, unhurriedly sliding inside the warm, welcoming heat of Linc’s body again. Apparently tired of the slow grinding he was receiving, Linc used his muscles, lifting up and flipping Chris onto his back. Reaching around, he grabbed Chris’s dick, holding his stiff member in place, sliding down onto him in one fluid motion.
“That’s it, babe, take what you need.” Chris dug his fingers into Linc’s thighs likely hard enough to leave bruises, but Linc didn’t seem to care; he was too busy impaling himself on Chris’s dick. Their bodies moved together, a chaotic dance of flesh and bone, both men climbing toward their peaks.
“Oh God, yes! Please, for the love of God, do not stop fucking me!” Linc cursed, his eyes closed tight.
“Look at me,” Chris whispered. All thoughts of dragging their lovemaking out flew out the window when Linc looked at him. Pupils blown, nostrils flaring, Linc was the very definition of sensuality. “God…damn, you’re sexy.”
Linc’s body tightened around him. “Holy…fuck…I’m coming!” he shouted. Chris fucked him through his orgasm, loving the way Linc’s body jerked and quivered as he came. Chris joined him in ecstasy, his own release leaving him light-headed and breathless, the room spinning wildly as he blacked out.
Chapter Twenty Seven
Exploring
Linc ran his fingers up Chris’s arm, kissing his sweat-soaked forehead. He’d never before fucked anyone until they were so completely spent, they passed out. It was exhilarating and almost intoxicating. Unable to pull himself away, he lay there for a while, arms wrapped around Chris, his lover’s flaccid cock still inside Linc’s body. Linc chuckled when he heard Chris snoring. It wasn’t just the sex, though. It was…everything. Returning to Alabama, coming to terms with the past—all of it had taken a toll on Chris both emotionally and physically. Eventually, Linc rolled off Chris, gently removing the condom so he didn’t wake him. Linc went into the bathroom to toss it and grab a warm washcloth to clean his sleeping boyfriend. He looked into the mirror and saw himself smiling. He was happier than he’d been in a very long time. Neither of them had said those three little words yet, but Linc knew they were brimming just beneath the surface. Even the mind-blowing sex they just had was different; Linc could feel the emotions and passion in the way Chris made love to him.
Linc was still grinning when he wiped his seed off Chris’s stomach. Tossing the cloth toward the bathroom, he crawled back into bed beside Chris, careful not to wake him. The worry and stress that had been etched into Chris’s features for weeks was finally gone; the man was sleeping peacefully, and Linc was content to sit and watch him. His eyes roamed the expanse of Chris’s naked body, all muscles and ink. He brushed a strand of auburn hair off Chris’s forehead and gently traced the planes and angles of his lover’s face, fingers trailing down his neck and chest, hovering over the heart with the initials,AJS, in the center. The simple design was a stark contrast to all the other colorful, intricate ink covering other parts of Chris’s body. One arm was a full sleeve of thick, black swirls and Celtic patterns, the other carrying a detailed rose with long stems full of thorns and leaves. The man’s body was a canvas of beauty and pain, his life poured into the art that adorned his skin.
Chris stirred, murmuring something Linc couldn’t make out before rolling over onto his stomach. Christ almighty, the man’s body belonged in a museum. His hair, tones of copper and red, and the raven that stretched across his back from shoulder to shoulder against the starched white linens were far more appealing than any painting Linc had ever seen.
And then there was the cross, riding low on Chris’s body. He liked to joke with the guys at the house, calling it his tramp stamp. But now that he and Linc had grown closer, the truth of the scars beneath the ink were no longer hidden. Linc shuddered as he ran his finger over the skin and felt the ragged flesh that lay underneath. It was just a whisper of a touch, but when Chris’s body jerked under his hand, Linc pulled back.
He sat there for a few minutes more, until he was sure Chris would stay asleep. Then he got up and blew out the candles, turned off the bathroom light, and crawled into bed next to him. They slept until the front desk called to make sure they were aware checkout was in an hour. They barely made it down on time since when they got up to shower, Chris pinned Linc against the wall and fucked him again, claiming it was because of the three-day rule. “Besides, the water will wash everything away, easier cleanup,” Chris said as he nibbled on Linc’s ear, making his toes curl.
