Chapter 15

Pierce shoved deep into RC’s willing mouth, one hand holding the

back of RC’s neck, the other cradling RC’s unshaven cheek…this was

my first glimpse of heaven.

After several long minutes, Mr. Pierce

clenched his hand into a fist at RC’s nape. The next time RC bobbed

up, the hand on his face eased beneath his jaw, holding him back.

The look Mr. Pierce gave RC smoldered—even across the distance that

separated us, I felt that look deep in my groin and had to bite

into the fleshy base of my thumb to keep from crying out with want.

“Damn, you’re good,” Mr. Pierce said, his voice soft.

My cheeks blazed at the complement as if it

had been directed toward me.

A slow smile softened Mr. Pierce’s stern

features. “But you know what I want.”

RC laughed and turned his face to press his

mouth in Mr. Pierce’s palm, planting a kiss there. “What you

alwayswant. A piece of my ass.”

There was the slightest hint of a tease in

Mr. Pierce’s voice when he countered, “It’s an oh so fuckable

ass.”

“You like it?” RC asked.

My mind whirled out in a blind rush. Oh,

God. Oh, my God. They aren’t…they won’t…please please please

yes.

In a seductive purr, Mr. Pierce admitted, “I

love it.”

My hand tightened around my aching dick.

Yes, yes, yes

In one fluid motion RC stood, hands opening

his fly as he turned and shucked down his jeans. He bent over

slightly, mooning Mr. Pierce and giving me a good look at those

plump, dimpled cheeks. His ass was smooth and tanned, with a hint

of dark hair curving beneath each buttock to trail into the crack

between them. A mole sat like a beauty mark just below the tailbone

on his right buttock, one single imperfection on an otherwise

flawless canvas. “If you love it so much,” RC joked, “why don’t you

kiss it?”

My whole body throbbed with need.

Yes

When Mr. Pierce leaned forward, his stiff

cock poked his belly, the damp tip smearing the trail of hair below

his navel. His large hands caught RC’s hips, pulling the younger

man closer; his lips puckered, straining forward as he aimed for

RC’s ass. His mouth closed over that small mole with a loud

smack!I could hear from where I sat. My fingers flew along

my dick, jerking it sore, seeking release as I panted, watching,

wanting more.

As if he heard my silent plea, Mr. Pierce

obliged. Spreading RC’s buttocks apart, he licked out to taste the

dark skin hidden between them. In fascination I watched that tongue

wet a path down, down—I could almost feel it on my own ass,

which trembled for such a touch. It’d be warm, and softer than a

man had a right to be, the saliva cooling along my flesh almost

instantly. Mr. Pierce buried his nose between those ripe mounds,

his jaw widening as his tongue angled down between them. I saw that

tongue flick in and out beneath RC’s left cheek and could only

imagine just where it tickled when out of sight.

All coyness had left RC’s face. He now leaned

heavily against the dining room table, both palms flat on cards and

poker chips alike. His head was thrown back, a look of sheer

ecstasy written on his features. “Yes,” he panted, arching his butt

into Mr. Pierce’s face. His feet slid apart as he tried to spread

his legs wider. “God, yes. Right there, Hank. That’s it. That’s the

spot. Jesus. Right there!”

He leaned forward, forearms on the table now,

standing on tiptoes as he presented himself to Mr. Pierce. With

expert deftness, Mr. Pierce lifted RC’s buttocks and separated

them, allowing me a glimpse of the puckered hole like a delicious

treat at his center. I could see the muscles flex, could feel the

tongue rimming the tight bud as if it were myass upon which

Mr. Pierce gorged. Softly I mimicked RC’s desirous cries as I

pulled my cock toward release. “Yes, yes.” When the tip of

his tongue disappeared into RC’s hole, I whispered Mr. Pierce’s

real name, “Hank.”

A thrill went through me. It felt so wicked,

the first dribble of pre-cum slicked my hand.

From my angle, I couldn’t see RC’s cock. As

Mr. Pierce explored his anus with lips and tongue, RC raised one

leg and set his foot on the bench where he had sat earlier. His

jeans, bunched at his knees, now pulled taut between his legs. He

pushed them down, out of the way, his boxers following suit, and I

finally saw the long, hard dick standing up from the dusky patch of

hair at his crotch. An easy ten inches, thin, it curved to the

right and made me feel impossibly inadequate. With one hand, he

reached down and tugged it toward the center of his frame as if

trying to corral it into place, but it had a mind of its own and

continued to pull to one side. I wondered what that felt like

during sex—if he fucked me, would I feel it angling one way or the

other inside my ass, or would my own body be enough to tame it

straight? God, I wanted to know. I wanted to crawl into the dining

room, hide beneath the table, and let RC shove that thick length

into my tender hole as far as it would go while Mr. Pierce took RC

from behind.