Chapter 16

I would have given anything to be brave

enough to join in.

Instead I continued to watch, biting the

inside of my cheek as I pleasured myself. “Hank,” RC sighed, over

and over again. “God,” and “yes,” and “Hank, Jesus,” as if

this were a religious experience for him. I knew I was close to

coming, and I wasn’t the one on the receiving end of Mr. Pierce’s

relentless ministrations. How RC didn’t shoot a load, how he even

managed to standwhen my own knees wanted to buckle, was

beyond me.

Finally, RC gasped, “Hank!” Louder this time,

almost a command, his voice breathless. “Enough already. Just fuck

me, will you?”

With a last kiss on the mole that started it

all, Mr. Pierce joked, “Oh, so nowyou’re ready to pay the

piper.”

“I want your cock,” RC said, his vulgar words

enflaming my own blood, “in my ass, in twoseconds, or I’m

going to spaz all over the table here and you can explain to the

guys next time they’re over why your cards are covered in my

cum.”

That earned him a smack across the ass, a

sound that reverberated through me and left a red mark in the shape

of Mr. Pierce’s hand on one round cheek. “They won’t know it’s

yours,” he muttered. He stood, unzipping his pants further and

hitching them low on his hips. His dick was still ramrod hard, but

he stroked it lazily as he rubbed the fat tip up and down the cleft

between RC’s buttocks. “Did you bring a rubber, or do you want ride

bareback this time?”

RC straightened as he reached into the front

pocket of his jeans. “What happened to your supply?”

Mr. Pierce shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe the

kid got into them, who knows? Maybe we used them all up last

time.”

“Maybe you used them on someone else,” RC

teased. Extracting his hand from his pocket, he tossed a couple

coin-shaped condom packets onto the table.

Mr. Pierce reached around RC, a hand sliding

under RC’s shirt to smooth across his belly. His cock pressed

against RC’s ass, pinned between them, as Mr. Pierce leaned over

the younger man. With his mouth on RC’s neck, he murmured something

I strained to hear. “There’s no one else but you.”

God. Oh God.That phrase alone would

fuel many fantasies in the days to come.

I leaned forward, my face against the louvers

now, my breath hot and damp where it blew back in my face. I wanted

to see everything in excruciating detail but Mr. Pierce was

quick—in seconds he had the condom open and rolled onto his dick.

Frustration welled in me; I wanted to replay the scene, watch it

again in slow motion, see play-by-play how the lubricated condom

encased his sausage-like dick. I wanted to savor the foreplay—the

ease of that thick shaft between RC’s tight buttocks, the filling

press of cockhead to anus, the sweet pain as RC took Mr. Pierce in

inch by glorious inch.

But I blinked and missed it. I saw discomfort

flit over RC’s features but by the time my gaze traveled down to

where their bodies melded, Mr. Pierce was already inside, his hips

thrust forward, his balls hanging over the waistband of his briefs.

RC’s ass dimpled as he flexed, guiding Mr. Pierce deeper. Then he

leaned the top half of his body down on the table, ass in the air,

as Mr. Pierce found a slow, steady rhythm between them.

I renewed masturbating, timing my strokes

with Mr. Pierce’s. Scooting closer, I tried to get a better look—I

wanted every single moment of this night etched in my memory. I

needed it, needed this, and already treasured these few stolen

minutes when I was witness to something transpiring between two men

that was worlds more beautiful than I had ever dared hope. I

scooted closer, wanting more.

The edge of my foot struck the louver

door.

For one heart-stopping moment, Mr. Pierce

seemed to freeze. RC’s head was on the table now, his cheek pressed

to the poker cards still lying there, and I saw his eyes swivel

toward my hiding place. Every ounce of my body screamed at me to

run but I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

They knew. Oh God, they knew.

Oh shit.

But Mr. Pierce had transcended reality—all

that existed for him was his lover, the muscle encircling his cock,

and whatever myriad of emotion had swept him away. His movements

were steady, a constant rocking that drove him into RC’s ass with a

gentle pounding and a faint uh uh uhthat escaped his parted

lips. So that’s why Mikey made that same funny little sound when he

got off. Mr. Pierce leaned over RC, hands flat on the table on

either side of RC’s body, pushing his hips against RC’s padded ass.