Home of His Own by T. Chase (classic fiction .TXT) 📗

of his lover’s throat. When a set of rough fingers fondled his balls and then slipped down to tease over his hole, his eyes shot open. He pushed up on his elbows and looked down the bed.

A head of blonde curls graced his groin. “Fuck, Mac,” he groaned.

His lover glanced up at him, throwing a wink in his direction without taking his mouth off Tony’s cock. His hips arched off the mattress when the tip of Mac’s tongue pressed into his slit. Mac’s hands played with his balls and he shivered as one slick finger pressed past the muscles at his opening. He bore down, taking the finger deeper. Soon he was fucking Mac’s mouth while impaling himself on the fingers inside him.

“God, that feels good,” he mumbled.

Mac hummed, the vibration sending pleasure shooting to his balls. They drew tight to his body and he trembled on the edge of his climax. Three fingers buried themselves in his ass, hitting his gland in the process.

“Ah,” he grunted, coming hard.

His spunk flooded Mac’s mouth. The blonde drank it down like it was a cold beer after a hot day. Mac kept licking and sucking until Tony’s cock softened in his mouth.

Tony ran his fingers through the curls resting against his leg.

“You wanting, baby?” He slid his hand down over Mac’s shoulder.

“Hmm…a little.” Mac nibbled along the line of Tony’s thigh, sucking a little bit of skin in.

Tony stretched, and rolled. With a surprised grunt, Mac landed on his back with Tony straddling his thighs. Leaning down, he gave Mac a hard quick kiss while he reached for the condoms and lube that were close at hand. He smiled as Mac chased after him when he rocked back, foil package and tube gripped tight.

Their moans filled the room, mingling with the crash of waves against the beach outside Tony’s condo window. Tearing open the foil, he rolled the rubber down over Mac’s shaft and then slicked the man up. He braced a hand on the broad chest beneath him and positioned the flared head against his hole. Mac dug his heels into the mattress and pushed his hips up as Tony lowered himself onto Mac’s cock.

“Fuck.” The word burst from him.

There was a moment of stillness while he adjusted to how full his ass felt. Mac’s hands gripped his hips tight, but didn’t try to make him move until he rolled his body to encourage a fast strong rhythm. He slammed down as Mac drove into him. Riding bulls for a living gave Tony a good sense of balance, so he wasn’t worried about anything except taking Mac as deep as possible.

Mac wrapped a hand around Tony’s leaking cock, stroking him with a rough palm and steady pace. His head dropped forward and their pace sped up, bodies snapping together. Skin slapping skin was one of Tony’s favorite sounds. He tightened his inner passage and milking Mac’s cock with every slide out.

“So fucking tight,” Mac groaned.

His cock jerked at those words and Tony could feel his climax rocket through him.

“Shit.” Thick ropey strings of cum shot from him, covering Mac’s hand, stomach and chest.

“Fucking amazing, cowboy.” Mac’s eyes closed and the most exquisite grimace of pleasure formed on his face.

A few minutes later, when Tony could think, he rolled off to lie next to Mac on the bed. His lover stood and held out a hand to him.

“Let’s take a quick shower, clean up and then think about getting food.” Mac leered at him. “I don’t feel like leaving the condo. Little hard to fuck you out in public, unless you’re in to exhibitionism.”

Tony laughed and shook his head. “Never wanted anyone to watch me fuck. We don’t have to worry about going out though. The friend I borrowed the condo from made sure it was stocked with food. There should be sandwich fixings in the refrigerator.”

He leaned over to turn the water on for the shower and Mac squeezed his ass.

Straightening, Tony turned and wrapped his arms around Mac’s neck, bringing their mouths together. Not many men liked to kiss. They considered it too girly or too intimate, but Tony loved kissing. He loved the feel of soft skin sliding over soft skin, the heat and wetness of tongues teasing.

Mac nibbled along Tony’s bottom lip and he was glad to find out Mac seemed to like kissing as much as fucking.

They stepped under the pounding hot water and cleaned up. After drying off, they tugged on some sweats, heading for the kitchen. Tony made the sandwiches while Mac got the beer. The silence was comfortable. They went out on one of the condo’s balconies and sat down at the small table.

Tony opened his beer and took a swig. “Why a bodyguard?”

Mac grinned. “I was in a lot of trouble a couple of years ago. Drugs, gangs and stuff like that. I took off from home, as fast and as far as possible. Ended up in Los Angeles and managed to straighten myself out. I got a job as a bouncer at a nightclub. I met two guys out there who became my partners in our personal security business.”

Tony leered, eyeing the well-muscled body in front of him. “I’d love to have you guarding my body, though I might get distracted by yours.”

Mac laughed. “I’ve had a few of my clients hit on me, but to be honest, the worst ones are the women. I had one who just wouldn’t take no for an answer. Kept trying to convince me that one night with her would turn me straight. I finally mentioned the words ‘sexual harassment’ to her manager. Funny, but we’ve never gotten work from her again.”

“Rough.”

“Not really. She was a lot of work.” Mac shook his head and stared out over the moonlit ocean. “Some clients are wild. They have money and think that being rich means they can do whatever they want. Others are wild, merely because they’re strung too tight.

They all have secrets and I get a chance