Captain silver fox, p.3
Captain Silver Fox, page 3
“So fucking close,” Bentley groaned. “Come on… Gimme…”
Fox gave his next push a little extra oomph, and Bentley moaned. “God, yes. Like that.”
Fox obliged by slamming in hard. He loved it when his partners got vocal and told him what they liked, what they wanted. His first anal sex had been with an older guy who’d taught him that communication in bed was half the orgasm, and he’d been so fucking spot on.
“Come on, baby,” he encouraged Bentley. “Let me hear you. I wanna feel you come.”
His own balls pulled up tight as another wave of ecstasy barreled through him, making his toes curl in anticipation. Bentley’s hands fisted against the walls, and his body grew completely rigid.
“Ungh!”
The sound zapped along Fox’s cock as he thrust hard inside him, then stilled when Brantley’s muscles spasmed around him. A second later, Bentley threw his head back and moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the shower. The neighbors were getting a show, but Fox couldn’t care less.
“Mmm, I love that sound,” he said. “You feeling good, baby?”
Bentley mumbled something unintelligible before letting out a sigh that made Fox shiver a little. “Fill me up, Silver. Wanna feel you come inside me.”
Fox didn’t need much more than that. With three deep strokes, he sent himself flying. He dropped his mouth on Bentley’s shoulder, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh and gently biting down. His release crashed over him, and his cock throbbed as it shot off its load deep inside Bentley. He clung to him as he shook with the force of it, their hot, wet skin plastered together.
“Mmm,” Bentley purred. “That’s a big load, baby.”
“Didn’t jack off for two days,” Fox said, still half out of it. “Wanted to treat someone.”
One more tremor tore through him and then he lifted his head from Bentley’s shoulder. His teeth had left a mark on his skin, and Fox winced. “It seems I left you a souvenir.”
He slowly pulled out of Bentley and stepped back. Bentley looked at his shoulder, then shrugged. “As long as it’s not visible when I’m wearing a shirt, it’s all good. I like that little edge of pain to be honest.”
“Me too,” Fox said, relieved Bentley took it well. It had been a rather personal thing to do. Very unlike him, actually.
His eyes dropped to Bentley’s ass. His hole contracted, then opened again, and a thick glob of cum slid out. Fox growled. “Damn, that’s hot.”
Bentley winked at him. “Yeah? You like seeing your own load seep out of me?”
Fox stared at the evidence of his release slowly dripping out of Bentley’s perfect ass. “You know, I’ve never been much for dirty talk. It often sounds so corny and cheesy, like bad porn.”
Bentley grinned. “‘Oh fuck, you feel so good with your big dick, fuck me harder?’ Like that?”
“That’s eerily accurate. But I gotta say, I don’t mind so much when you say it. You manage to make it sound sexy.”
Bentley took his foot off the ledge and for a second, Fox was irrationally disappointed it was over. Bentley turned around to face him, then slowly stretched with a display of those tight abs that Fox wanted to lick.
“You inspire me to say sexy things,” Bentley said.
“You inspire me to do dirty things.”
They looked at each other, the water still coming down from the showerhead. The advantage of expensive hotels: they never ran out of hot water. Fox slowly reached for Bentley’s neck, then pulled him in for another kiss. What was it about this man that he couldn’t get enough? He’d been so right. One round was nowhere near enough.
“Wanna move this onto dry land? I have an ass that needs exploring.”
3
He was like a work of art, all stretched out for him, Brantley thought as he ran his hands down the curve of Silver’s ass. Silver lay on his stomach on the bed, his head resting on his folded arms as he looked sideways at Brantley. The man was in fantastic shape, even more when you took his age into account.
He leisurely stroked the man’s globes, in no hurry at all to move on to the next activity on the program. Silver seemed to be in more of a rush since he spread his legs wider, offering Brantley access.
“That a hint to hurry up?” Brantley asked.
“I figured you might need a reminder of the choices available.”
Brantley laughed as he brought his hand down and slapped the right ass cheek, watching with satisfaction as it jiggled a bit. Perfection. He repeated the move on the other side.
“Did you happen to see that twink who danced like he was seducing everyone?” Silver asked.
“The little blond guy with the leather pants? God, yes. I’m pretty sure everyone saw him. You’d have to be blind not to.”
“I debated trying to score with him.”
“Oh, he would’ve taken you up on that. He loves your type. I tried with him but got rebuffed for being too young.”
“I’m glad I didn’t approach him.”
Brantley took his eyes off the man’s ass to meet his gaze. “Yeah?”
“I love being on equal terms with a hookup.”
Brantley grinned. “You do know you don’t need to seduce me, right? I’m what’s known as a sure thing. I’m here and not going anywhere.”
Silver chuckled in response. “Just wanted to tell you how much I like this. Like you.”
Aw, now the man was saying all the right things as well. That deserved a reward, and Brantley knew just the thing. “Buckle up, buttercup, I’m gonna take you for a ride.”
He dove in without warning, grinning at the squeal Silver made when Brantley’s mouth found the top of his crack. He’d never rimmed a one-night stand before, but there was always a first time, and why the hell not? They’d just showered, they had time, the bed was comfortable, and he was in a mood.
He licked his way down until he reached his hole, pinning Silver’s hips down with both hands when the man bucked. Ah, a little detour was in order, maybe. After all, patience was a virtue…and they both could use some training. He dropped kisses on both ass cheeks, then gently bit down, eliciting a beautiful, deep moan from Silver. The man seemed to like it as well when Brantley scratched his ass cheeks with his stubble, considering the goosebumps that broke out over his skin.
“You’re a fucking tease,” Silver grumbled.
“Have you ever heard that expression about catching more flies with honey? You may wanna try that sometime,” Brantley teased him.
He spread his ass cheeks wide open, taking a moment to admire that perfect pink hole. “Mmm, so pretty.”
Silver moved his hips but Brantley pushed him back down. “I’m in charge now. You had your turn.”
Silver’s body relaxed again. “Not sure why, but that’s really hot.”
Brantley smiled. “See? You’re starting to get the hang of that whole honey thing.”
To reward him and tease him at the same time, he blew a hot breath over that hole, then gave it a quick lick. Ah, it responded even to that small touch. He licked it again, a bit longer this time. Silver’s body tensed, but he stayed still. He’d gotten the memo. Good.
Brantley settled onto his stomach, pushing Silver’s legs wide to make room for him, then dug in. His tongue found that hole instantly. Playtime was over. He licked around it, circling it slowly in smaller and smaller circles, faster and faster until it softened under his tongue.
“Ungh,” Silver moaned, his body trembling a little, then mumbled something in another language Brantley couldn’t make out.
Brantley pushed the tip of his tongue against Silver’s entrance and slipped inside him without resistance. He tongued him with deep, meticulous thrusts that made Silver’s flavor explode in his mouth. His own cock was coming back to life and he shifted a little to reposition it, seeking gentle friction on the sheets. With slow rocking movements he built his own pleasure while driving Silver crazy, judging by the sounds he made.
“I’ve never begged for anything in my life but for the love of everything holy, can you please put your cock in me?” the man said in a tight voice, his accent much heavier than before. “I need…more. I need you. God, I can’t take this anymore.”
Well, if he begged and all that… Brantley pushed himself into a kneeling position. He reached for the lube and quickly spread some onto his cock, then slid inside Silver’s ass with two lubed fingers to double-check he’d been opened up enough.
“I’m good. Just…hurry up.”
Brantley pulled out his fingers and sat back on his knees. He looked at Silver, so desperate for his touch. How sexy was that, to see a man like that come undone? He debated asking him to kneel but then decided against it. It was too impersonal, too unequal. Instead, he grabbed a pillow and bumped Silver’s hips, indicating he should lift them up. He put the pillow under him, checked the angle, and then stretched out on top of him.
Silver shivered as Brantley positioned himself, his whole body covering Silver’s as he guided his cock in. Mmm, yes, this was perfect. He kissed the spot between his shoulder blades, then nuzzled his neck as he sank deep inside him.
“Bentley…” Silver whispered.
“Hush now, I’ve got you.”
Silver’s hands were restless so Brantley took them and pinned them above their heads, holding them down with his right hand. His rhythm came naturally. With languid, fluid movements, he drove deep inside Silver while holding him tight. It was all slow, unhurried, with a circling of his hips when he was inside him, driven by the need to be even deeper.
Their bodies were connected everywhere, flushed skin to flushed skin, and he felt every moan, every tremble, every little sigh Silver made.
“Let me hear you, baby,” he whispered in his ear. “Make music for me with your body.”
They rose together, their breaths increasing in speed and volume, their grunts and moans swirling together in the air, creating an erotic soundtrack that became louder and louder.
“Ungh.”
“You feel so good around my cock…”
Brantley sped up, Silver pushing back his ass to meet his thrusts. Their bodies slapped together in telltale signals they were close to the edge.
“Like that… Please, Bentley…”
“We’re almost there, I promise.”
More foreign words he couldn’t understand. Definitely Dutch, he now recognized. Too harsh to be German or a Scandinavian language.
Brantley surged deep inside him, almost breathless now, his body so tense it felt like he would explode. Shatter. His balls had pulled flush against his body, and he felt his orgasm building there. Tingles that radiated outward, that tightness that had his muscles clench in anticipation. Finally, it released, his vision going white as his cock sank deep inside Silver for the last time, shooting his load with powerful bursts.
His body shook with the aftershocks, little tremors that tore through him, had him shiver as he dropped his full weight on Silver. “God baby, that was perfection…” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the man’s sweaty skin. “Thank you for that.”
He needed a few more seconds to catch his breath, then pushed himself up and pulled out. His cock dragged a trail of cum out of Silver’s ass, and if that wasn’t the sexiest sight on the planet, Brantley didn’t know what was.
“Turn around for me,” he told Silver, who immediately obeyed.
Silver’s cock was rock hard, fluid smeared on his belly. But his eyes drew Brantley in the most, the blue so dark now it was almost black and so intense it felt like he was peering into Brantley’s soul. He kneeled between his legs again, kissing a path up from his right ankle, then doing the same from his left.
“Bentley…”
It was a plea, a beg from a man not used to it, and Brantley gave him what he needed. He swallowed his cock whole, sucking it deep into his throat. Silver’s hands fisted his hair none-too-gently, but he didn’t care. The man thrust his cock into his mouth, then again and again, until he spasmed, burying himself in Brantley’s throat so deep his pubes hit Brantley’s nose.
His load was manageable, even with a mouth full of dick, and Brantley swallowed it down as soon as he had air. Silver pulled him up with strong hands, claiming his mouth in a searing kiss that had him transfer some of the cum still in his mouth into Silver’s. Brantley stretched out on top of him, sinking into that kiss. He’d expected to have had enough after two rounds, but he found it hard to break off that kiss.
So did Silver, apparently, because they spent minutes more kissing, the intensity dying down until they were cuddling and Brantley’s eyes grew heavy. “Do I need to leave?”
Silver pulled him closer and wrapped his arms around him. “Stay.”
Well, this was a tad awkward. Brantley woke up as the little spoon with Silver wrapped around him as the big spoon, still fast asleep judging by his deep breaths. When was the last time he’d woken up like this, in the arms of…a lover? Except Silver wasn’t his lover. He was a hookup that had somehow become more. Kind of.
No, not kind of. He had become more. Brantley didn’t usually go home with men he didn’t know at all. He didn’t take his time with them, didn’t rim them, for fuck’s sake, and he absolutely did not spend the night. Somehow, Silver had made him forget all about that, had made him do things he’d never done before.
But he was fine with it. Even now, still recovering from the slight sense of panic after waking up in the arms of what was practically a stranger—god, that could’ve gone horribly wrong if he’d picked the wrong guy—he didn’t regret it. How could he, after the connection they’d shared, the spectacular sex they’d had?
Still, this part, the morning-after part, was a little scary. It reeked of complications, of being asked to exchange phone numbers, to do a repeat performance. And he couldn’t. It was impossible from a practical point of view, since he was about to start a thirteen-week rotation on board in his new job and wouldn’t even be available till his first leave. But also because he didn’t do this. Repeats. Dating. Relationships.
Power to the people who made it work, but not him. He’d tried once but that had been a big ass failure. Then again, he’d been working since he was twenty-one and done with college—he’d gotten an early start and had finished his degree as fast as humanly possible—too eager to build a career to invest any time in dating. He’d have time for that later. Right now, he wanted to focus on his career.
Besides, he’d just been handed the opportunity of a lifetime with his new job, and there was no fucking way he was going to let a chance like that go to waste. No, he’d not been handed this position. He’d worked his ass off to get here, pulling double shifts, going above and beyond, building a solid reputation of the go-to guy. And it had worked.
It always took people a while to see past his appearance, because he looked too pretty to be smart, too charming to be good at what he did. He’d been told so repeatedly. Ad nauseam, in fact. Except he was more than good. He excelled at his job, and he was dying to prove that now that he’d been hired for a position he hadn’t expected to get until at least three years down the road.
But building a career required sacrifices, and he’d decided years ago that he was gonna stay away from relationships. They were impossible to manage in his line of work, they cost way too much time, and not in the least, they had the built-in risk of getting horribly hurt in the process. His sister had reminded him of that in a way he’d never forget.
“Mmm, this is a nice surprise to wake up to,” Silver said, his voice still sleepy.
Brantley immediately pushed back all thoughts about his sister and mentally shifted gears. “You mean your hard dick poking me?”
Silver chuckled, a low, sexy sound that made Brantley want to do more dirty things to him. “The hard dick is normal in the mornings, but a sexy man to poke it against usually isn’t.”
“Always happy to be of service.”
Silver nuzzled his neck, his scruff creating a delicious friction with the sensitive skin there. Then his teeth followed the same path, and Brantley’s cock decided it wanted in on the fun. It was as if Silver knew, because his hand snaked around Brantley’s waist, going straight for his cock. He let out a happy sigh when Silver wrapped his hand around it, tugging it gently.
“You in the mood?” Silver asked.
With you, always, Brantley wanted to say but it felt too personal. Too revealing. “Hell yeah,” he said instead.
Silver let go of him for a few seconds to grab the lube. Was he going to fuck him again? He was so on board with that. Silver did slick up his own cock as well as Brantley’s, but he made no effort yet to prep him—not that he’d need much after last night. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Brantley again and circled his right hand around Brantley’s cock in a grip with perfect pressure. His moves were slow but spot on, an unhurried pace that would make his orgasm all the more intense. But how was Silver getting off?
Seconds later, he had his answer as Silver repositioned himself a little, then slid his cock between Brantley’s ass cheeks. “Mmm, yes, perfect,” Silver murmured in his ear as he rutted in the same rhythm he stroked Brantley’s cock.
It felt dirty, somehow, as if Silver was using his body to get off—and Brantley loved it. He reached back with one hand to grab Silver’s neck and pull him close, and Silver bent in to scrape his teeth along Brantley’s ear.
“You’re fucking addictive,” Silver said in that low, sexy tone. “God, I wish we had more time.”
So did Brantley, which was another indication this was not his normal one-night stand. But should he confess? Why the hell not? Silver had admitted it already anyway. There was no reason to play it safe here. In all likelihood he’d never see the man again, and if he did, it would be months from now.
