Chapter 57
“I’ve been horny for you forever,” Mitch said. “Fuck me, will you?”
Daryl’s hands rubbed back up to Mitch’s ass, then down the crack between his buttocks, until they found the pinched hole Mitch clenched in his need. “Yes, yes,” Mitch sighed.
Separating Mitch’s cheeks, Daryl rimmed his lover’s sweet spot with both thumbs. As oiled as they were, it didn’t take long before one slipped inside.
“Yes!” Mitch cried. “Please, please, please…”
Daryl could only imagine what anyone passing by might think if they overheard Mitch’s plea. His thumbs dipped in, taking turns as he stretched Mitch’s tight hole. It loosened, widened, and Mitch arched his back, his muscles flexing as he tried to draw Daryl in. “Please, please,” he sighed, a mantra Daryl could no longer resist.
Positioning himself behind his lover, Daryl leaned forward over Mitch’s back and guided his cock into place.
“Oh God, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!”
Mitch’s words tumbled out in a rush as Daryl’s dick filled him easily. Daryl felt his lover come in a hot rush, a quick release after the long build-up, but he wasn’t finished yet. He took his time, thrusting in as far as he could go, waiting a moment or two, then pulling back until he was almost completely free before shoving himself in again, harder and deeper but languid, precise movements guaranteed to bring Mitch back to the brink of orgasm. With his hands, he kneaded Mitch’s back and shoulders, and when his lover turned his head, Daryl drove deep into his ass and leaned forward to claim a lingering kiss.
“Yes,” Mitch moaned. Now it was Mitch’s muscles working Daryl and not the other way around, tightening along his cock, holding him when he tried to pull back, opening to him when he thrust in. As the slow rhythm of their lovemaking picked up, it was Mitch who urged Daryl on, harder, deeper, faster, in, in, in.
Daryl picked up on Mitch’s direction and steadied his hands on Mitch’s hips as he thrust into his lover. Mitch urged him on, each “yes” and “God” and “uh uh uh” adding fuel to the fire of Daryl’s lust, fanning his desire. His pace quickened, he gave one final thrust, then stayed there as he worked his hips in a circular motion, screwing himself in as far as he could go. His cock pummeled Mitch’s prostate, sending his lover into a paroxysm of nonsensical words. Then his climax ripped through him and spurted into Mitch, triggering a second orgasm from his lover.
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Mitch pulled the wedge cushion out from under him and tossed it to the floor. Then he lay down again, muscles tight around Daryl’s wilting member. On top, Daryl lay down and repositioned himself until he was comfortable, his arms laced under Mitch’s, his hands folded on the nape of Mitch’s neck.
Feeling his lover’s welcome weight above him, Mitch sighed, content. “I could lay like this the rest of the day,” he admitted.
Daryl kissed the back of his ear. “Me too, but I have another client scheduled in fifteen minutes.”
Mitch turned his head to grin up at Daryl. “I hope that client isn’t signed up for the same massage I got,” he teased.
“This was a special order, just for you.” Daryl kissed the tip of Mitch’s nose and whispered. “I probably didn’t manage to convince you most massages don’t end with sex, did I?”
“I know.” Mitch tucked his arms under him and held out his hands for Daryl’s. They clasped together, complete. “I trust you, I do. And I’m sure glad you paid off Erin, because I wouldn’t have enjoyed my first realmassage quite as much if anyone else did it but you.”
“I love you,” Daryl purred. Kissing Mitch’s neck, he added, “Maybe, when I get home from work tonight, you can show me what it is youdo on the job.”
With a frown, Mitch asked, “What do you mean?”
Daryl’s mouth was warm on Mitch’s skin. “I’m thinking full state trooper uniform,” he murmured, “handcuffs, that nightstick of yours…that might be fun.”
Mitch had to agree, it might. Why they’d never thought of it before, he didn’t know. Hugging Daryl’s hands against his chest, he kissed his lover’s knuckles and promised, “It’s a date.”
THE ENDYes-Man
Monday morning, 5:45 A.M.
The moment the alarm clock buzzes, Bryce Howerton is up, turning it off before the sound can wake his lover still slumbering beside him. Despite the early hour, Bryce is wide awake, his mind already reeling off the things he has on his schedule today.
Two interviews this morning for customer service reps,he thinks, carefully slipping out of Tim’s arms to stand beside the bed they share. He stretches his arms to the darkened ceiling above, feeling his muscles come alive all along his bare torso. The files should be waiting for me on Alecia’s desk when I get in, I can look them over then. Need to have Alecia call the coffee service, see if they can restock before tomorrow’s staff meeting. Phone meeting with the Japanese rep at one this afternoon. I’ll have to read through the account when I get a chance and review it with Eckhart over lunch. It’ll have to be over lunch because we have an eleven o’clock conference…
He glances at the clock—a minute has passed, and already the weight of the day is beginning to sink down on him. When he left the office yesterday, he’d forgotten about the phone call today, so he didn’t get the account files in order, which means he’ll have to rush to do that between the interviews this morning. Or get Alecia to do it for me,he muses as he pads barefoot into the bathroom. He waits until he closes the door behind him before turning on the light so he doesn’t wake up Tim.