He tightened his hold on the root of Tyler"s c.o.c.k, pressed down on his b.a.l.l.s with the heel of his hand and Tyler shuddered. There was so much he wanted to do to him and he had to fight the urge to do all of it, right now. Every breathy pant and groan that slipped from Tyler"s mouth had his tackle aching in response. Haris slowly licked from crown to root, and bypa.s.sing his fist, he took Tyler"s b.a.l.l.s into his mouth.
The guy"s entire body stiffened and Haris smiled around his nuts. It had been a long time since he"d given anyone a b.l.o.w.j.o.b. He"d forgotten how much pleasure there was for the giver, sucking and separating a guy"s b.a.l.l.s, the feel of the different textures of skin under his tongue, the sensation of energy pulsing below the surface of the c.o.c.k, the musky scent, the salty-sweet taste. Tyler shoved with his hips, trying to get him to speed up.
"You have a degree in torture?" Tyler muttered. "s.h.i.t. I need to come."
Not yet.
Haris trailed the tip of his tongue up to the slippery crown and licked up the pre-come before laving the veined shaft all the way down again. Up and down, round and round the head, time after time as Tyler shook and gasped above him.
"That is so f.u.c.king good," Tyler whispered. He dropped his hand from Haris"s hair and danced his fingers over his face, rubbing his cheek where the tip of his c.o.c.k pressed against the inside. "But if you don"t let me come now, I"m going to have to kill you. And I promise it will be slow and painful."
Haris took a deep breath, removed his hand from Tyler"s c.o.c.k and swallowed down as far as he could. Not far enough for Tyler who bucked his pelvis and sank his c.o.c.k in so deep he hit the back of Haris"s throat.
"Aaaahhhhh." Tyler let out a long wail as his shaft pulsed, jerked and splashed Haris"s mouth with hot, salty s.e.m.e.n.
He pushed on Tyler"s hips to shift him back so he didn"t choke and jets of fluid filled his mouth, coating his tongue as Tyler shook and panted and groaned. Haris licked him through the aftershocks, caressing the softening c.o.c.k with his tongue until it was clean, and then he licked his way back up his chest until he stood in front of him. Haris"s heart beat double-time as he stared into Tyler"s wide black eyes.
"h.e.l.l, you"re good," Tyler muttered. He leaned forward and brushed his lips over Haris"s. "Mmm. I taste nice."
Haris smiled. He lifted his hands to cup Tyler"s jaw and held his head as their lips met. Tyler groaned and slid his hands onto the waistband of Haris"s pants, tugging his shirt out and spreading his fingers over the bare skin of his stomach. Their tongues slid together in a slow dance but Haris"s need was too great to stay calm. He deepened the kiss and pressed himself against the long, lean length of Tyler. His heart pounded so hard he could hear it battering his ribs.
Tyler wrenched his mouth free. "I ought to return the favor. Tell me what you need me to do."
Ought to? Disappointment overwhelmed Haris"s excitement, but it was his own fault. He was paying for this. Why would Tyler forget that?
"Think we could find a bed?" Tyler asked.
Haris nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He waited while Tyler picked up his clothes and then led him upstairs.
He halted by his bedroom door. "This is my room. You can use the one opposite or choose one upstairs. I"ll see you in the morning."
Tyler stared in disbelief as Haris closed the door in his face. What the f.u.c.k is that about? He glanced at the door opposite and then stomped up the stairs to the next floor. At that moment, he wanted to be as far away from Haris as he could get. He opened the first door he came to, switched on the light and dumped his stuff on the carpet.
He barely noticed the ultra-smart room. He was f.u.c.king p.i.s.sed. What did I do? Tyler paced across to the window and yanked the curtains shut before he freaked out some innocent across the street, and then he paced again. Everything had been fine. Haris had given him a spectacular b.l.o.w.j.o.b which he hadn"t expected. The guy had stood up, they"d kissed and it hadn"t been Tyler who"d initiated that. Then what had he said? I ought to return the favor. Tell me what you want me to do.
Was that it? Haris had taken offense at that? Why? How the h.e.l.l was he supposed to know what Haris liked? Haris had asked him. He just wanted to get it right. The guy was paying for it after all.
Tyler stomped back down the stairs and burst into his room to find Haris in his boxers facing away from him. "What the h.e.l.l have I-oh f.u.c.k."
Haris spun round but not fast enough for Tyler to miss the vivid scars on his back. They both stood stock still, staring at each other.
"Forgotten how to knock?" Haris snapped.
"Sorry," Tyler said. "Whatever it was I"ve said or done, sorry. I have no idea what I did but sorry. Okay? Only don"t dismiss me like you"re sending some naughty boy to his room. If there"s something wrong, tell me so I can try to put it right. You just gave me an amazing b.l.o.w.j.o.b which should have kept me smiling for days and now you"ve made me feel like a f.u.c.king wh.o.r.e." He paused to take a breath. "Well, I am a f.u.c.king wh.o.r.e so maybe I"m overreacting, but I don"t want to go to sleep feeling like I"ve done something to upset you."
"Aren"t you going to ask me?"
"What?" Though Tyler knew. Not about what had happened downstairs but about the marks on his back. He fidgeted. "You want to tell me?"
"No."
"Then I won"t ask."
They stood there, each nervously eyeing the other.
"Look," Tyler said. "I just need to know what you want. I like things to be clear. You"ve bought me for four months, I want you to get your money"s worth. You want to f.u.c.k me-fine. You want me to f.u.c.k you-fine. I like f.u.c.king. I like exciting s.e.x, slow s.e.x, reasonably rough s.e.x. I don"t like pain, I don"t do caring s.e.x, so don"t worry that I"m going to blurt out my life story or ask for yours, but this is supposed to be fun. If it"s not, I"m not earning my money."
Tyler took a step toward him and Haris didn"t back away. The money wasn"t the only reason he was walking forward, though he couldn"t deny it was part of it. Haris seemed to be more f.u.c.ked up than him and Tyler knew pain when he saw it. One more step and he was close enough to run his hands over the muscled chest and taut stomach. Oh Christ, he"s fit. Tyler was too lazy to work out, though he ran a couple of times a week. Haris looked as though he"d been carved from stone and polished.
"You need to work out more. Get rid of these lumps and b.u.mps." Tyler let his fingers ripple over well-defined abdominal muscles.
Haris gave a quiet laugh. "I"ll have you know I spend an hour in the gym most days."
"Well, that"s what wrong. You need to work out every day to look like me."
Haris growled, caught hold of him around the neck and rubbed his knuckles on his head.
"Ouch." Tyler took the hint and fought back.
They fell on the bed, each trying to pin the other down. Tyler was determined to remove Haris"s boxers and get his hand around his c.o.c.k, but he had the feeling the guy didn"t want to lose that particular game as they tussled, wrestled and laughed.
Finally, Tyler lay on his back with Haris"s knees planted either side of his thighs. Tyler had his hand in Haris"s boxers, his fingers wrapped around a long, thick, cut c.o.c.k that he couldn"t wait to see and taste.
"You"re overdressed," Tyler said.
"You"ll have to remove your hand so I can take my boxers off."
Tyler whined. "After it"s taken me all this time to get hold of you? Oh all right."
Haris rolled off the bed and pulled off his last item of clothing.
Tyler leaned up on his elbow. "Oh G.o.d, why do you have to have a better body than me? And have a bigger c.o.c.k than me? And be better looking than me?"
"I"m exactly the same size as you. Because I"m cut, I might appear bigger."
"Yeah right. Got a ruler?"
Haris snorted. "I don"t have a better body, it"s just different to yours, and I don"t think there"s a guy in the entire world as good looking as you despite your legs being different lengths and of course that extra nipple. I"m blind to the webbed feet."
Tyler groaned and pulled him down to kiss him. Haris lay on top of him and he loved the feel of him, the weight of him, the strength of him. Haris kissed him harder, stealing his breath and intensifying the ache in his c.o.c.k. I need to come again. f.u.c.king h.e.l.l.
Haris lifted his head and panted. "I might be going for a speed record I didn"t want to have."
Tyler took a risk and said, "You should have let me suck you off."
Haris smiled. "Yeah, I should. I just..."
"We need condoms and lube," Tyler blurted, not wanting to hear anymore.
Haris reached for a bedside drawer.
"Don"t get p.i.s.sy when I ask, but you want me face up or face down?" Tyler asked.
"I want you every which way we can come up with, but let"s start on our sides."
"You"re a big guy. Use lots of lube. Er...the whole tube would be about right."
Haris groaned. "I have half a tube that"s past its use-by date."
"Much past? Pre-September 1992 I"d worry. That"s when I was born."
Haris shook with laughter. "Are you always such a wisea.s.s?"
"Only when I"m nervous. Oh and when I"m not nervous. If it annoys you I"ll try and zip it."
Tyler trembled as Haris kissed down his spine. "I like you just as you are."
He writhed on the bed. Oh that feels good. "Smooth, s.p.u.n.ky and smart?"
"One "s" will do. s.e.xy."
Haris nipped his hip and far from hurting him, the sharp bite sent him soaring. Tyler lay on his side while Haris nibbled his way to his neck. There was a place that most very rarely found...oh yeah...he released a loud groan. Haris fluttered his tongue over the same spot and Tyler quivered. "Yeahyeahyeahyeahyessss."
"Noting that for future reference," Haris said.
"There"s a few more places like that. You can take as long as you like looking for them."
Haris pressed up behind him and ran his hand over his chest, exploring every indentation and then suddenly pinched his nipple, twisting it into a point. Tyler moaned and shuddered.
"That another one?"
"Uhhh. Not too hard, not too soft. Just right, Goldilocks."
Haris nipped the sh.e.l.l of his ear. "Maybe this too."
"Aaaahhh."
"What about this?" He lifted Tyler"s leg and slid a lubed finger down the seam of his b.u.t.t.
"Arrrgggh."
Haris circled his finger around his pucker which launched into a frantic twitch.
"Shi...ahh...shooooot."
"Is that a new language?" Haris asked.
"Yeah. My very own. Put your fingers in my mouth and shut me up before I whimper like a wuss."
An arm slipped under his neck, two long fingers slid into Tyler"s mouth and his already about-to-burst c.o.c.k swelled even more. He sucked at Haris"s hand and Haris"s other fingers pushed harder at his a.n.u.s, coaxing his muscles into opening. As he exhaled against his ear, Tyler zoomed into sensory overload and relaxed enough to allow Haris entry into his body.
"d.a.m.n," Haris gasped.
A short, sweet burn before Tyler"s body sucked Haris"s finger deeper. That"s good.
"More," Tyler mumbled past the fingers in his mouth.
He sucked harder as Haris pressed another digit inside his a.s.s, and then finally, finally the guy started to move them. Tyler flexed back as Haris speared his fingers into him, his b.a.l.l.s tingling with pleasure. When the fingers in his a.s.s scissored, his teeth clamped down on those in his mouth and Haris hissed in his ear. The guy found his prostate and stroked it until Tyler vibrated with the need to come. The fingers slipped from his mouth to his chin to stroke the line of his jaw.
"f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k," Tyler moaned.
"Take it easy," Haris whispered.
"I need you in me now. Please. Don"t make me beg. Please. I"m not gonna beg. Please. Please. Please."
He sighed when Haris withdrew his fingers from his b.u.t.t, sighed again when he heard a packet rip and the snap of latex that followed. Haris lifted his leg higher and Tyler was still open enough to allow him to push straight in. He gasped out a groan of pure delight and Haris matched it.
"Oh f.u.c.k," Haris muttered.
Tyler"s c.o.c.k swelled, his b.a.l.l.s drew up tight against his body and he bit his lip as he tried to rein himself in. Don"t come yet. Haris shifted into a punishing rhythm, driving into him so forcefully that Tyler could barely breathe. Haris clenched his fingers around his jaw and shoved him up the bed with each thrust, and the feel of him holding his face was as much a turn on as the sensation of his c.o.c.k powering into him. Control but not domination. As Tyler reached for his c.o.c.k, unable to resist the temptation to take himself the rest of the way to oblivion, Haris"s hand got there first.
One touch and Tyler"s entire body spasmed. His rectal muscles clamped down on Haris, and he swore he could feel the signal zipping from his brain to his b.a.l.l.s, telling them it was okay to let go. Haris f.u.c.ked him harder, touched his sweet spot and sent him spinning into s.p.a.ce. Come spurted over Haris"s hand, the bed, it even felt like it had hit the back of his neck because it was wet, only that wasn"t possible. A thought started to form and slipped away as Haris came too, his hot, sweaty body pressed so tight to his that Tyler could feel every muscle in his chest. Then Haris arched, his body bending like a bow and he shuddered against Tyler as he exhaled.
They lay panting and trembling, and before Tyler could move a muscle, even to blink, Haris pulled out of his b.u.t.t with a groan and then slipped off the bed and stood. Tyler wasn"t into cuddling but... He didn"t need affection but... If he was going to spend four months with this man it would have been nice to have a touch of kindness after. Haris headed for his bathroom.
"Shall I leave?" Tyler called.
"Yes. See you in the morning."
He was p.i.s.sed he felt disappointed but left the room and climbed the stairs to where he"d dumped his stuff. Too shattered to shower, he crawled into bed and found a perverse satisfaction knowing Haris was going to lie in his wet spot. Serves him b.l.o.o.d.y right.
Why didn"t I tell him to stay? Haris stood in the shower with his hands pressed to the tiles and his eyes closed. He knew why. Because Tyler had asked. He hadn"t curled up in his bed looking as though the idea of moving hadn"t come into his head. Tyler hadn"t reached for him. It was a reminder of the arrangement between them. Haris was getting what he"d paid for. Four months of uncomplicated s.e.x. That would be enough, wouldn"t it?
Chapter Eight.
Haris pushed open the kitchen door into a scene of absolute chaos. It looked as though every pot and pan was in use. The dark granite countertops were dusted with flour, as was the floor, and also Wilson who stood staring in open-mouthed disbelief at the spatula-wielding Tyler whose clothes were spotless. How had he managed that?
"Good morning." Tyler beamed at him which was another surprise after the curt dismissal Haris had given him last night. "You"re just in time."
For what?
"I tried to explain that your breakfast requirements are very particular, sir." Wilson glared Tyler. "Coffee with hot milk, a gla.s.s of freshly squeezed orange juice and two slices of whole wheat toast spread with b.u.t.ter and a special thick cut Old English marmalade that I have to order months in advance from the supplier."