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  We stood entwined in a passionate embrace until the need for oxygen forced us apart. I studied Carter for a moment. We hadn’t done anything more than make out, but he looked thoroughly debauched with his mussed hair, swollen lips, and his obvious erection in those sexy leggings. I bit my cheek and swallowed hard as I reached for him again. I buried my nose in the crook of his neck and breathed him in. God, he smelled good. Like sweat and the promise of sex. He yanked me against his chest and slid his hands over my ass and under the elastic of my shorts. I closed my eyes and writhed against him, looking for friction. I was going to combust if we didn’t get naked fast.

  “I want to fuck you, Tim,” he growled.

  My eyes shot open. Huh?

  Carter was too far gone to notice my instant panic. He threaded our fingers together and pulled me through one beautifully decorated room to the next until we stood at the bottom of yet another staircase. This one was less ornate than the one in the foyer. It was located opposite a large dining area with an eye-catching, modern, handblown glass chandelier hanging above a glass-and-steel table. He noted my interest but didn’t acknowledge it. He tugged my hand and pointed to the stairs.

  “This way.”

  The upstairs hallway was bright with natural lighting from skylights located in the high ceilings. Carter had my attention, but I couldn’t help noticing his home was incredibly beautiful. It was a compelling blend of traditional and contemporary with damask wallpaper adorned with modern art. And it was fucking huge. An anomaly in Manhattan.

  He turned with a lusty grin and pulled me into a large sunlit room decorated in soothing shades of blue. The king-sized bed was anchored by an elegant Persian rug and two funky bedside tables and matching lamps. I was about to comment on his eclectic taste when he wrapped me in his arms from behind and rubbed my nipples through my T-shirt before diving south to grip my throbbing dick. I let out a mewling noise as I tried to turn to face him, but he wouldn’t let me go.

  This was a new one for me. I’d never been with a man who might actually be able to kick my ass in a dark alley. Carter was taller than me and built more like an athletic-looking swimmer rather than a linebacker, but he was strong. I glanced at the ropes of muscles in his biceps and gulped. My dick twitched in appreciation. Damn, this man was hot.

  “I’ve been waiting for this all morning. Watching your ass in these shorts… mmm.”

  Carter bit my neck and slipped his fingers under my briefs. He licked my earlobe as he palmed my balls, and then gripped me in a fierce hold.

  “Fuck.” My voice sounded hoarse, like he had me in a chokehold.

  He was overpowering me from all angles. He lowered his workout pants to free his rigid member, then pushed my shorts off my ass. The skin-on-skin contact was sublime, but when he nudged his bare cock at my crack, I saw stars. I set my hand over his and jacked myself as he moved in a rhythm of his own around me. He swiped at the precum pooling at the tip and used it as a natural lube, batting my hand aside.

  “Let me do it. God, you feel so good, baby.”

  Carter upped the tempo, pulling me closer as he pumped his thick cock against my ass and stroked me faster. I let out a guttural, needy sound as a tingling sensation reverberated from my lower spine. If I wasn’t careful, I could come like this. I was hoping for much more.

  “Cart, I—”

  “I know.” He released me suddenly and smacked my ass. “Get naked. Hurry.”

  I wanted to laugh at his fevered command, but I was burning up. Every nerve ending in my body was on high alert. I was taut with desire and practically shaking with need. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted someone quite like this. And I loved knowing he felt the same way.

  Clothes went flying as we disrobed. My T-shirt landed somewhere near an antique-looking chair while my shorts hit the blinds on the opposite side of the room. Carter chuckled at my exuberance. Getting those tight yoga pants over his thick thighs took a little longer. He sat on the edge of the bed, bent at the waist, muttering irritably as he struggled to slide the fabric out of the way. I stood next to him with my dick in my hand, watching in amusement.

  “Want some help?”

  I didn’t wait for his answer. I knelt at his feet and yanked his pants off in one fluid motion. He chuckled softly, then sobered, no doubt wondering why I was still on the floor. I pushed his knees open and splayed my hands over his inner thighs. His nostrils flared, but he didn’t question me or try to hurry me. Good. I gave him a wicked grin, then bent to lick a trail up his right thigh to his balls. I nuzzled my nose against them, breathing him in before sucking one globe into my mouth and then the other. Carter scooted back on the bed to give me room to work and reached for his cock. He stroked himself as I played with his sac, alternately licking and sucking until the urge to go one step further overcame me.

  I pushed his legs higher and released his balls with a popping sound. Then I flattened my tongue and moved south. Carter groaned, threading his fingers in my hair in encouragement when I flicked his entrance with the tip of my tongue.

  “Fuck, Tim.”

  That was more like it, I mused as I pushed a digit inside him and licked the sensitive skin around his hole. He couldn’t keep still. He arched his back off the mattress and pulled my hair, pumping his hips in an erotic up-and-down motion, like he was trying to fuck himself on my finger and my tongue. When I added a second one, he opened his legs wider still and pounded his cock in a tight fist. I loved the noises he made and his unbridled sensuality. He held nothing back. It spurred me to want to push his limits. To see how much more he could take.

  I removed my fingers from his ass, and then tapped them insistently at his opening. Nonsensical pleas filled the air, but I couldn’t hear them above the din of my erratic heartbeat. I was hypnotized by the intensity. I couldn’t look away if I tried. When I bent to lick him with a flat tongue and roughly pushed my fingers inside, he cried out. I backed away and looked up at my lover.

  “You okay?”

  “No. I need you to fuck me,” he panted.

  I nodded manically and crawled over him. I shoved my tongue in his mouth as he wrapped his legs around my ass to keep me close. We clung to each other, licking, sucking, and nibbling as our cocks leaked copious precum between us. I held his head in my hands and bit his lower lip to get his attention.

  “Condom. Lube.”

  “Drawer next to bed,” he whispered.

  I leaned over the mattress to retrieve the supplies and made quick work of rolling on the latex and lubing up. Carter had pulled back the duvet and was lying on the crisp, white sheets with a pillow propped under his ass and one leg in the air. He motioned for me to hand over the lube. I stroked myself as he coated his fingers, and then spread his thighs to prepare himself for me.

  Sweat beaded my forehead as a wave of intense desire threatened to pull me under. I wanted him with an urgency that made me tremble. I leaned forward on one arm and positioned my cock at his hole. He lifted his leg and rested it on my shoulder, then smacked my ass in a wordless request for me to get moving. I pushed gently inside and stopped to kiss his nose. He smiled up at me in surprise and nodded.

  “I’m ready.”

  I took a deep breath and surged forward until I was buried deep inside him. I went completely still for a moment, then pulled back and slowly pushed forward again. I waited for him to groan and wrap himself around me, raising his hips to meet me thrust for thrust, before I let myself go. When he dug his nails into my ass, I figured I had my cue. I kissed him fiercely and let my hips fly.

  He was so tight and so damn perfect. I couldn’t control myself. There was a savage quality I didn’t remember being between us before. Something basely carnal that erased all semblance of pretense. No cowboy boots, slick suits, phony names, or cold hotel rooms needed. This was beyond my usual bounds of give-and-take. We moved as one, in a sensual dance we seemed to know without having been taught.

  The soft moans gave way to louder pleas and then an endles
s insistent chant of “fuck me, fuck me.” I complied. My hips pistoned wildly, and my balls smacked his ass. Sweat dripped from my brow as I drove my tongue in his mouth. I felt a desperate need to be as physically close to him as possible. I could tell he was in the same state. He dug his feet into my sides, clawed at my back, and bit my shoulder hard, urging me to take, to plunder, and never stop moving. When that first hint of orgasm made my vision blur, I slowed. I didn’t want this to be over. Not yet.

  “Baby, get on your knees.”

  Carter blinked as though in a daze. I gently disengaged and gave him room to move. He hesitated before scrambling to obey. I leaned back and stroked my shaft until he was in position on all fours. Damn, it was hotter in that room than it should have been. I gulped, marveling at the sight of this sexy man with his ass in the air.

  “What are you waiting for?” he asked in a raspy tone. “Fuck me, Tim.”

  I licked my dry lips and sprang to my knees. I ran my fingers in a featherlight touch down his spine before driving inside him. He fell forward and struggled to find his balance as I moved like a man possessed. I couldn’t stop. He felt too good. I held his hips steady and lost myself in him. He grunted as the pace quickened and reached for his cock. Part of me thought I should offer to jack him off, but I couldn’t slow down now. And I didn’t think he wanted me to anyway.

  “I’m close,” I choked out.

  He didn’t answer. Not with words. Instead he reached between his legs and massaged my cock as I fucked him. The light touch was a tease, but I had a feeling he was telling me something. I went still for a moment and gently pushed the tip of my finger inside him. The effect was instantaneous. Carter cried out, clutching the sheets as he drove his hips backward, looking for more. I massaged his hole as I moved, occasionally smacking his ass and whispering sweet, dirty nothings I knew turned him on. The naughtier I got, the more frenzied his motion, until he froze. I immediately reached around to finish him off with a firm grip. He let out a guttural roar as his orgasm hit, shooting a generous load over my hand and onto the mattress.

  When he collapsed a moment later, I fell on top of him, hugging him around his chest as I rocked my hips furiously in a mad dash to the finish line. My release sent me careening, like I’d been pushed from a great height. I was free-falling in a blissed-out, spacey way that made me hold on to him for dear life. My body quaked uncontrollably. I couldn’t stop shaking until I literally had nothing left in me.

  Our heavy panting echoed around the room, slowly giving way to a peaceful quiet. I kissed Carter’s shoulder before rolling to my side. He opened his eyes and gave me a funny grin that quickly turned into a grimace.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m in the wet spot.”

  I chuckled at his expression as I shimmied back to make space for him. He sat up instead and eyed the mess we’d made. The sheets were bunched and coming off at the corners, the duvet was on the floor, and there was indeed a big wet mark in the middle.

  “Looks like a war zone in here.”

  “And there you are… perfectly relaxed with a used condom on your junk. I’ll be right back.”

  He kissed my forehead and headed toward an open door I assumed led to the master bathroom. I slipped the latex off my dick and got up to look for a place to toss it that wouldn’t require excess motion. I was wrecked. I felt like I’d walked the whole fucking island of Manhattan in record time. I perused my surroundings curiously. His bedroom was beautiful. Like the other rooms I’d noticed, it was decorated with a nod toward the traditional with a twist of avant-garde. I didn’t know a ton about modern art, but I had to guess the gigantic, colorful piece on the side wall was museum quality. The thick strokes of bright yellows and oranges somehow looked pretty damn cool against the textured wallpaper and the classic club chair in the corner.

  Carter returned a moment later and let out a huff of amusement at my bedraggled state. He handed over a washcloth, and then pointed at the tissue box on the bedside table next to me. He set a clean, white towel over the sullied spot and gave me a knowing grin. Then he hopped on the bed and patted the mattress in invitation.

  “Throwing a towel over your mess is pure avoidance, my friend,” I singsonged as I cleaned myself.

  Carter rolled his eyes and leaned up on his elbow. “Since you’re responsible for the mess, you shouldn’t be too grossed out.”

  “I’m not. And I’ll prove it.”

  I backed up a few steps and crouched as though I was a runner at the starting line, before sprinting for the bed. I landed on Carter, who read my intention and shifted slightly to lessen the impact of my fall. He immediately climbed on top of me and captured my hands above my head, flattening me with his full weight to keep me still. I tried to push him away, but it was futile. Carter overpowered me, and until I could fool him into complacency, I was at his mercy. Damn… it turned me on. My spent dick twitched hopefully between us.

  “More?” Carter chuckled before rolling to his side.

  “Soon,” I said with an impish grin. “Give me a few minutes. I’m too comfortable. I don’t want to move. Tell me a story or something.”

  “Like the male version of Goldilocks with his three leather-daddy bears?”

  I snickered appreciatively. “Sure.”

  “Once upon a time…,” Carter began with a lecherous grin.

  He wove a silly story involving harnesses, handcuffs, collars, and leashes that didn’t resemble any fairy tale I recalled from my youth. His eyes lit with easy humor when I propped myself on my elbow, giving him my wide-eyed, rapt attention.

  “Very clever, Carter the Fourth. But I don’t remember a bear wearing a studded leather harness in the original,” I commented as I idly traced his nipples with my fingertip.

  “I may have used a little artistic license,” he admitted with a shrug.

  “I’m curious, do you own harnesses, collars, and… I don’t know, toys? Are you into that stuff?”

  Carter nodded profusely as he slid his knee between my thighs. “I have lots of toys. What do you want to play with? Anal beads, dildos, handcuffs? Name your poison, baby.”

  “Uh… I—” I frowned. I was completely out of my comfort zone. But I was more curious than put off. “Are you into BDSM? It doesn’t seem to go with yoga.”

  “Sure it does. That’s like saying you can’t like chocolate ice cream and broccoli. There’s no rule saying you can’t like it all. I’m not into BDSM in any real way, but it fascinates me. The idea of literally handing over the reins and giving control to someone else is….”

  “Sexy?” I offered when he stalled.

  “Yes, but it’s awe-inspiring too. To me, the leather and chains are a metaphor for trust and something bigger than sexual gratification.”

  “Is this a roundabout way of asking me to play cops and robbers?” I asked in a deadpan voice.

  Carter busted up laughing, then nodded in acquiescence. “Yes. I’ll be the cop who stops you for reckless driving. You pull your old pickup to the side of an abandoned dirt road, but that’s as far as you’re willing to cooperate and I’m forced to ask you to exit your vehicle. You’re belligerent about it, but eventually you do as you’re told.”

  “You’ve got a kink for authoritarian figures pulling helpless guys over, eh? Mmm. Let me guess. You command me to face the truck with my hands in the air while you frisk me. Then you spend a lot of time patting down my back pockets before you reach around to grab my package. I get pissed and spin around to ask what the fuck you’re doing. Next thing you know, the tatted guy with his jeans around his ass is fucking the cop hard while he hangs on to the back of his truck.” I cupped his balls and leaned in to bite his shoulder. “Sound about right?”

  “Mmm. Sounds hot, but I want to fuck you, so I—”

  “Nah. My scenario is magic. Let’s not mess with it.”

  Carter studied me through hooded eyes. He set his hand on my hip, and then reached around to brush his fingers over my crack. “What do you ha
ve against mine?”

  “Uh….”

  “I thought so.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Nothing. There’s no pressure. When you’re ready, I’d be happy to make your first time… enjoyable.”

  I furrowed my brow and cast an annoyed look sideways. “What makes you think I haven’t—?”

  “Have you?”

  He was too close and his gaze was too knowing. I got the feeling he could read my thoughts and was wondering if I’d lie. I let out a long sigh and flopped to my back. I studied the ceiling absently before answering him.

  “Sort of.”

  “It’s a yes-or-no kind of thing, Tim. Not a sort of.”

  “Not always. Look, it was years ago with the first guy I was with. We were both seventeen. We’d been secretly together since we were fifteen and we’d covered as much ground as two closeted teenagers could. Hand jobs, check. Blowjobs, check. Anal was the final frontier. We’d both had straight sex and… I liked it, but I liked him better and I wanted to go ‘all the way’ with him. I figured it was something I should do for him too. You know?”

  “Hmm. Who was your first… guy?”

  “Rob, my best friend. We were Boy Scouts together as kids and on the same Little League team for years. I’d catch myself staring at him sometimes. Weird things would cross my mind… like his hair looked nice or I liked what he was wearing. Then a cute girl would pass by and I’d think the same thing about her. When puberty hit, it was like a gate opened and a flood of sexual awareness came at me from all sides. It was confusing as hell. I hid myself in music when I felt overwhelmed. What saved me from freaking out about my feelings changing toward Rob was I could tell he felt the same. It made for this strange, slow dance. It took years of accidentally bumping shoulders and willing myself not to stare at him before we finally clued in that the feeling was mutual. The first time we kissed we were fourteen. We were in my room going through old comics and talking about Hannah Crowsky’s boobs or something equally interesting. He sat a little closer to me and looked at me kind of funny. Next thing I knew… lip-lock. We didn’t talk for a week afterward.”