Fascination Series Boxed Set: Books 1-3 Page 18
I kicked off my shoes when Jeremy’s fingers reached for my jeans, and unbuttoned the top as I looked down at his hands, then he’d unzipped and dragged them down past my thighs.
“No underwear? You’ve gone commando for me,” he chuckled, lowering his body as he pulled the jeans further down and I stepped out of them. I stood there wondering what would come next. Did he want me to fuck him, or was he going to fuck me? He’d already admitted that he was a bottom the last time I talked to him, and that was why he’d said he didn’t fuck me, and had sucked my cock instead. I didn’t want that. I wanted to be pounded into oblivion by a hard cock—his hard cock.
“I want you, Dorian,” Jeremy said as he crouched, then went to his knees in front of my hard length.
“I want you too, but I’m not sure about you,” I admitted.
“What would make you sure of me?”
“You, sucking my cock, and letting me cum on your face... and for us to sleep in a bed together.”
“I’ll do one better than that,” he stated, his head tilted up at me. Then, he placed his fist to his lips, closed his eyes for a moment, and smiled. “I’ll let you come in my face after I’ve sucked your cock, rimmed your ass with my tongue, placed my tongue in that tight hole of yours, and then I want to fuck you senseless.”
My mouth opened and I chuckled at the dirty talk coming from his mouth. This man fascinated me. After his pretense of being straight, I couldn’t believe my ears that Jeremy had it in him to be this insane. This dirty. My cock aimed for his mouth.
Jeremy rose to his feet with me gaping at him. “Help me take off my shirt,” he barked. I reached out, grabbed for his black leather jacket, helped him out of it and dropped it at our feet. I grasped the cuffs of his shirt, and pulled the cufflinks off with shaking hands, as he peered down at me. He shrugged out of his shirt after I’d unbuttoned it and placed the gold cufflinks on the table. Then, he toed off his shoes, kicking them to the side of the couch.
Jeremy aimed a sexy smile at me and my cock jerked. I smiled at him and placed my hand on the fine dark hair of his chest. Muscles everywhere. His nipples were pink and hard. I lowered my head to suck them. While I sucked one nipple, my palm caressed his other one. Jeremy’s head fell back and he moaned with pleasure while I nipped and pulled and sucked his nipple. He pulled away breathless, groaning, then unzipping his slacks, he let them drop, kicking them away from us.
Standing with a serious hard on, I helped Jeremy take off his boxers. Then he reached for my chin with his warm hands and raised my face to look up at him. I straightened my body and we stared into each other’s eyes. I could hear his breathing as I watched his chest move up and down. Our lengths were hard and throbbing upward against each other as we moved our hips closer, grinding against our leaky cocks which were now slick with pre-cum.
Jeremy reached out and pinched my nipples as our mouths came closer and closer. I offered him my tongue, and he took it hard, sucking it as he pumped his hips forward into my cock, which heightened my desire for his sexy body.
Then Jeremy reached for my cock and tightened it in his fist. He stroked it down to the base and up to the tip over and over as he sucked my tongue. When I got back control of my tongue, I said into his mouth, “What the fuck, Jeremy? You’re one fucking sexy dude.”
“I’ve never felt so free and alive in my life, Dorian,” he whispered, then he sucked and bit my neck while he stroked my cock. When he felt me tensing changing as my orgasm began to arrive, he dropped my length and pressed his body against mine and his fingers worked my taut nub.
There we stood, in the middle of my office, and I worried whether I’d locked the door, but I wasn’t about to pull away from Jeremy as he pinched my nipples, devoured my tongue, and dry humped me, pressing his hips forward as his steel cock ground against my equally hardened dick.
Jeremy navigated me over in front of the sofa and placed his palm on my chest, pushing me down onto the couch, then went to his knees, pushed my legs apart. He opened my ass cheeks, then I felt the warmth of his mouth on my hole, and the wetness from his tongue as it moved in and out of me. Then, the kisses began. I reached over and grabbed a cushion. I moaned into the fabric as he sucked me, alternating with his tongue and then sucking my asshole. When I placed my legs over his shoulders, he bit my asscheeks over and over as he moaned into my crack.
Then he stopped.
“What’s wrong?” I groaned.
“I want you now. I can’t wait. Do you have lube? I have condoms.” It appeared that this straight guy came somewhat prepared, and I didn’t know how I felt about that, but he didn’t want to fuck me without protection, and that I respected. I wished I could read his mind. I wondered what he wanted from me besides sex, but I didn’t care anymore, I’d take him any way I could get him.
“I keep lube in the restroom.” He raised an eyebrow. “My boss was once my partner.”
“I’ll get it,” Jeremy said, breathless. He rose and I watched him strut off in the direction I’d pointed to. I salivated at the sight of his round hard ass, that small waist, and wide shoulders. I stroked my slick cock from the base to the tip, hoping that it wouldn’t take long before he came back to me to finish what he’d started.
I glanced around and decided to pull the pillows from the couch and laid them on the floor. I lay down my head on them, my legs up, feet planted on the floor, my fist clutching my cock. Jeremy returned quickly and stood looking down at me.
“What is it?” I questioned. “Did I do something wrong?” I fretted.
“Nothing. You look so... so unbelievable. If I fuck you, I don’t think I will want to fuck anyone else—ever.”
Jeremy didn’t know that this was what I was hoping to hear. That he wouldn’t want anyone but me. I couldn’t concentrate on anything now. I had this fascinating man’s attention and that was all I wanted for tonight. The chance to have him hold me, and have him inside me if just for this moment in time.
He lay over me, resting his arms near my shoulders, gazing at me, then kissed me. As his five o’clock shadow brushed across my skin, I closed my eyes and sucked on his tongue hard, as our cocks met and our hips pushed against each other once more. Jeremy leaned up and sat on his thighs, then covered his long thick length with the condom.
As I attempted to turn over and lie on my stomach, Jeremy stopped me. “No. I want you on your back. I want to see your face and look into your eyes when I take you. I want to see all of you.”
He flipped the cap from the lube as I brought my legs up. Looking down at me, he swiped his tongue across his lip, swallowed, and I heard him moan, then he emptied a small portion of the cool liquid on my hole.
Jeremy leaned in, his warm mouth covering it as he slowly licked, extending his tongue over the ridges of my tight ring, pressing his tongue inside, and then rimming me.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I groaned, straining to look at him with his handsome face between my ass cheeks, sucking, licking and kissing my soft flesh. I caught his blue eyes watching me and I heard his moans when he pulled away to answer me.
“That’s what I want to do.”
“Not when you’re getting married.”
“Make me feel as if I will never want a woman again, or another man—only you,” he softly growled as we locked eyes. I didn’t know if I could do that, but I sure as hell wanted to try. He’d been all in with the idea I suggested of sucking my cock, and coming on his face afterwards. He appeared to love something hot and dirty, and I was willing to give it to him—as much as he could stand. I reached down and opened my ass cheeks, and he sucked my pucker hard, after licking my balls.
As Jeremy rimmed my hole, I placed my legs over his shoulders, reached for my dick and stroked it to the tip as he alternated with his fingers, tongue, and mouth, around my hole. He sucked me, then slipped his tongue inside, then two fingers and then three. I took that and wanted more as I wiggled on the floor, grabbing and biting a pillow. When I couldn’t take any more, I jerked mysel
f, and the pre-cum came coursing through me.
“Suck my cock, Jeremy. The way you did the first night you came to my apartment. You were so sexy and hot on your knees.” He leaned up and opened his mouth. I aimed my slick length at his parting swollen lips, pushing my hips forward, my hands reaching and clawing his wide shoulders, as I slowly fucked his mouth.
I was on the edge and ready to cum, and when my cock touched the insides of his warm fleshy mouth, he took my cock down his throat. I held him tight, bit my lips, and felt my balls tingle as the heat of my orgasm tunneled through my body.
“I’m coming now,” I warned.
The warm fluid of cum spilled through the slit of my cock, and emptied into Jeremy’s mouth in warm white ropes.
Jeremy moaned and opened his mouth wide. I gave my cock one hard jerk, and shot the continuing threads of cum down his throat, then I pulled out and emptied the last of it onto his face, marking him like a dog marks his territory against a tree.
Whether Jeremy Westbrook knew it or not, he was mine, and I didn’t give a damn if he was getting married or not. When the night was over, he wouldn’t be able to fuck or make love to anyone without thinking about this night with me.
“Fuck me, now, Jeremy. I want to be fucked,” I demanded of him. I wiped his face with my palm and smeared it on a pillow, then grabbed his hair with my fist, and brought him up to face me. “Take me hard so there can be no misunderstandings.”
I raised my legs when Jeremy sat back, and placed my hands under my knees to hold them up, as he reached and splashed lube on my heated pulsating hole.
With half-lidded eyes Jeremy admitted, “I’ve never been this free in my life with anyone. This feels so good, not to restrict yourself with a person you find desirable.” Those were my sentiments exactly. We were now on the same page and could enjoy our relationship, such as it was.
After seeing that I’d been properly lubed up, Jeremy leaned over my body and trailed kisses up to my mouth, where he took my bottom lip and sucked on it. And with his stiff cock between my legs, he reached down with one hand and drove his length deep into me.
I opened my mouth over his, sharing the same breath, and sucking his tongue as he flicked his powerful hips into my groin. We both gasped with desire at how he filled me with his enormous dick.
Jeremy rode me, filled me, as my cock hardened even more against his stomach. The friction of my cock rubbing against his hard body was bringing me to orgasm once more. Jeremy bit and sucked my neck, as he pushed his hard dick into me over and over again. I scratched and pawed at his back as he drove into me harder. We were like two animals in heat, and in our world we probably were.
The sound of his balls slapping against my ass blotted out all the sounds of the city and he whispered, “You’re so good, baby. Open up and let me get in deeper.” We both wanted deeper, and I opened my legs wider, and tightened my insides. My hole pulsed as he pounded inside me, hitting my prostate, then pulling back. “I’ve never had anyone this tight in my life. Oh, fuck me. I want you and I want this, Green Eyes. Don’t ever take it away from me.” Jeremy confessed, and then he let out a gasping sound, as his muscles tightened. His swollen cock vibrated inside of me, and I felt my body tremble as my orgasm spilling across his stomach, and he relaxed, his cum flowing into the condom-covered length lodged deep within my body.
Holding on to me, his cock still pulsating inside my hole, Jeremy rolled me over on top, so I was looking down at him. He stared at me as if he’d seen me for the first time, and clearly I was seeing him properly for the first time too. He smiled with those white pampered teeth, and I knew I’d been wrong about him.
“Green Eyes, I want to take you out to dinner. After this work out I need to eat and think about us.”
Us? I didn’t know there would be an us. That was an encouraging first sign—him going out with me. Maybe he was ready to say it to the world that he was gay and didn’t give a fuck who knew it.
“I want you to come to my house. I want to cook dinner for you?”
Now, that was rare. Never had I met a man who wanted to cook for me, and he brought me flowers.
Jeremy kissed me softly. “I have something I need to discuss with you, and I’d like you to spend the night.”
Well, two of my dreams had come true.
“If you don’t like the plans for the house, I can change them,” I said, thinking that he’d changed his mind about the sketches for the house after he’d fucked me.
“No, baby, it’s not that. If we’re going to get together, there are some things you need to know about me. I hope once you hear them you won’t leave, because I don’t want you to go. I’ve realized that you’re what I need and who I want.”
“I don’t know. I have to go home and change, and pick some things up.”
“I wake up early enough. I have things to do tomorrow. I’ll take you home early in the morning, but I want you with me tonight, baby,” Jeremy said.
I thought about it. However, he sounded somber, like a man who wanted to confess. I wanted to hear what Jeremy had to tell me. I lay in his arms as he talked about a relationship with me. I didn’t want him to change his mind, so I agreed to go to his house with him.
I wanted him any way I could get him.
Chapter 20
Jeremy
After I’d convinced Dorian that I’d been sincere about having an open relationship with him, he agreed to go with me to my apartment, and spend the night. Pleased that I would have enough time to tell him everything about myself, and with my powers of persuasion, after which he wouldn’t bolt, because he would be a captured audience and I could convince him that I needed him.
I hoped that I wouldn’t come off as being desperate, however, no man could have been as desperate as I was at that time. I wanted this man for more reasons than I cared to confess either to him, or myself. I loved the way he had been so self-assured and proud of who he was. I had to have that within me. I had to be proud of myself, because if I wasn’t, how could I expect my child to be proud of herself and her father.
I walked into the adjoining office and sent a text to Jack.
Don’t come home tonight. Dorian will be there with me and I need time to explain to him about you, and about my daughter. You have that room at the hotel, please stay there tonight.
I knew about his hotel in Downtown Seattle. I assumed Jack had a place to stay when I texted him. Tonight I needed him to be a no show until I could smooth things over with Dorian. It would be disturbing once Dorian found out that I was a twin, and I with Jack had deceived him. A small lie, a necessary lie, but a lie nonetheless. That wasn’t a fucking good way to start a relationship, and I hoped Dorian would forgive me.
However, Dorian didn’t appear to be the kind of man who relished being lied to, and I didn’t want to make things worse before I had time to explain. Nor did I want to begin a relationship filled with lies and deception, therefore, I had to tell him and tell him soon.
It was time for a change. This wasn’t about me anymore. I had become a father, and I needed to be responsible, and put that life of deception behind me. I couldn’t go on pretending I was something I wasn’t, and to be ashamed of what I was, or how I felt about being attracted to and in love with a man. If I couldn’t face what I was, then how could I expect anyone else to? I had to raise my daughter to respect me and who I chose to love.
After I’d taken the time to think and text Jack, I supposed Dorian was waiting for me, which he had been when I strode back into his office. We engaged in small talk about the weather and how fortuitous it was to meet the way we did, and how much we’d been attracted to each other.
I waited for a few minutes, giving Jack time to respond to my texts before leaving, but I didn’t receive a response, and I didn’t want to stall any longer. I assumed Jack was busy doing whatever the fuck it was he did, and he had turned off his phone. When he took the time to look at his messages, he’d do as I asked.
Jack had a habit of “disco
nnecting from the world” as he liked to say. Something about not wanting to be tracked.
When we were ready to leave, a call came in for Dorian. It was from the head of the firm. I think he said it was Phillip. I stepped out of Dorian’s office to give him privacy, and to make another call to Jack.
I called a few more times, but each time it went to voicemail.
“Jack, would you please answer your fucking phone? If not, check your fucking text messages, because this is very important.”
Giving up and praying he got the messages, I walked into Dorian’s office to see him standing, waiting for me with the plans in his hand. He looked amazing. His face flushed and the stern look in his eyes had vanished.
Dorian needs to be fucked more often, and by me, I thought. And it did wonders for me. I felt as if a burden had been lifted off my body. I held out my hand and he walked over to me, and placed his hand in mine. I leaned in and kissed his flirty lips.
Green Eyes pulled away and gazed into my eyes, “I’m ready. Your car or mine?” His voice was soft, unlike earlier.
“Mine,” I answered, then I placed my palm on his right shoulder. He reached up with his warm hand, and held it when we walked to the door.
I HAD THE MOST AMAZING night of my life, and I didn’t think there could ever be one like it again. I’d promised Dorian supper. I knew I could have ordered out, but I wanted to cook for him. I gave him a tour of my place, leaving out the extra bedroom where Jack slept, showing him my bedroom and bathroom that he would be using. After the tour, he followed me into the kitchen.
I’d suggested boiling a whole lobster, on our drive to my apartment, but Dorian protested, and I laughed. A man after my own heart. I threw two steaks on the grill instead, and we ate out on the terrace in the moonlight. The weather cooperated for once, and I took that as a good sign that nothing would go wrong tonight.