The King of Halloween, page 19
Rubbing his mouth up and down Raj’s neck, Adam didn’t care about the makeup staining his face. Every little gasp was worth it as he kissed, nuzzled, and nipped his way to finding Raj’s ‘holy’ spots. Round about when his tongue bit just behind Raj’s ear, the man slammed a hand to the back of Adam’s head and pinned him there.
The teddy bear became a grizzly with that touch. Every grunt and moan was fuel to his already raging fire. If Adam so much as glanced his trapped cock against Raj’s thigh, he’d swear his pants would catch on fire. God, he needed him. God, he wanted him.
God, he ached for him.
Adam reached to pull off the ringleader topcoat, missing whatever Raj was up to, until his waist jerked closer. Then the unmistakable pull of the zipper dunked his head under ice water.
“Wait.” Fuck, his first instinct to a man grabbing for his cock was to dance back.
“What?” Raj stared at him like he was about to either get very sad or very angry.
Adam tried to find a way to work sense into his brain. His nostrils flared, and all he could smell was that damn myrrh he’d licked off of Raj’s neck. Brushing his fingers over his lips, he sniffed deeper, and his dick grew three sizes.
“Is this room safe?” Adam asked, then winced. He’d blown him in a costume department where anyone could have wandered by.
“I don’t think anyone will walk in, but we could head back to my…place.” Raj looked like that was the last thing he wanted. And, frankly, it was Adam’s, too.
This is so stupid. Walk away. Just…right now. Walk down that road like a tin man with a lead pipe and forget any of this happened.
Forget the gorgeous, panting man, with dark eyes behind nerdy glasses, and hands that could crush my head.
Adam tore at his hair, hopefully coming off as crazy instead of a cocktease. He felt like a bit of both in the moment. “Here’s the thing, I…”
Have to get up early for a meeting.
Need to feed a cat, not mine, but a cat somewhere in the world.
“I…” Adam’s panicked pacing came to a stop. “I like you, maybe more than I should. But there’s something you should know before we…if we’re going to be more. Does that make sense?”
Raj winced, reeling in the convoluted mess of trauma and conflicted emotions that Adam slapped him with. “You’re not gonna tell me you’re a serial killer, right?”
“No.” Adam chuckled, though there had been a few brats he’d been tempted by in the past. “Look at me.” He drew a hand down his body as he raised his head like a blue-blooded Duke. “I’m posh. I dress like someone who makes problems disappear for royalty. A drama queen. Thinner than slender man with a love of fine colognes and expensive skin care.”
Raj blinked at him. “Is this supposed to be news?”
“I’m a twink.” He used to hate that label, but he came to embrace it in a way. At least it lets people know what to expect up front, right until the bedroom. “But I don’t like to be thrown around, humiliated, slapped, and tied up while someone tries to break my back.”
Tears bubbled in his eyes as the ghosts of bad encounters past rose. All those times he’d pretended to enjoy it because he didn’t have another choice. But he didn’t want to pretend with Raj. He liked him too much to lie to himself.
Lifting his head high, Adam declared, “I’m a twink who tops.”
“So you don’t like to have your ass—?”
“Nope. Not at all. It’s just…mild discomfort for me. I don’t get all those fireworks people scream about.” He’d never told anyone that. For a while, he wouldn’t even tell himself, trying to will a nerve bundle into existence that had passed him by.
“What about the taint right under your sac?” Raj asked,
“Oh, yeah, that’s…wow.” The idea of Raj rubbing his red-gloved fingers there set off a smile. Adam shook it off as he came crashing down. “But everything after is a no fuck zone.”
Raj started to rub his chin, and Adam freaked. “Not that I’m against switching things up from time to time. Birthdays and holidays, or special weekends. Keep it all fresh if that’s what you…” And just like that, he backed down. He’d walked away from the scene because every time he found a man he liked, he’d let them do whatever they wanted. Anything for a touch, a smile, a kiss to remind him that he could be loved…as long as he put on the mask.
“Well, if we’re telling our truths, I’m a bear—” Raj rubbed a palm through the lush chest hair Adam wanted to bury his face in. ”—who bottoms.”
Adam’s jaw dropped.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like a wet, deep blow job too, but all those fireworks you’re missing—I get them in spades.”
Adam took a step closer, but wary like a predator approaching the prey that was acting very peculiar. “Really?”
“The way you threw me around back in the costume shop…no one’s ever done that before. My previous boyfriends always wanted to be the little spoon.” Raj stared up at him, and he breathed deeply. “I’d never been so hard in my life.”
Adam tore off Raj’s jacket. With one hand, he shoved Raj against the fence. Using the other, he toyed with the mat of black fur across his pecs.
“I thought it was the mask,” Raj whispered, his hot lips rimming Adam’s ear.
After caressing Raj’s wide chest and over his soft belly, Adam peered into his eyes. “It could be.” He grabbed Raj’s fly and started to tug.
As the cock fell into Adam’s hands, Raj tossed his head back and moaned. Every flutter of his eyelashes and swallow of his throat was a boost to Adam’s surging ego. “Sing for me,” Adam ordered as he started to descend.
“No.” The palm was clammy and shaking, but it pressed on Adam’s shoulder, lifting him back to Raj. “Tonight, I want you—Adam Stein—to cum all over my hairy chest.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
NOTHING PREPARED ADAM for the exuberant force of Raj. He didn’t just extract Adam’s cock, but yanked his pants down to his ankles. As Raj scooted across the dirty floor on his knees, he drew his palms up the back of Adam’s calves and his thighs.
The sight of a man, grinning ear to ear, staring him eye-to-cock while crawling for it was everything Adam could have wanted. “Good,” he whispered, struggling to get his footing.
Raj took his time. His hands made their way up to palm Adam’s tight ass. Then the fingers clenched into his rather flat buttocks, and Raj hugged Adam from the waist down. The sensation of Raj’s nose pressing on the skin and hair just beside Adam’s cock sent him reeling.
He reached out to take Raj by the head and guide him to where he belonged when Raj turned and kissed his shaft’s base. It was little more than a dry peck, but the twenty-something months of no one but him rubbing his pole yanked out a moan. Raj traveled higher, adding a hint of tongue with each kiss. He traversed Adam’s throbbing vein and was just about to reach the head when he stopped.
Deep, brown eyes peered up at him from below his glasses. There was already a smudge on the lenses. Adam reached down and took a hold of the glasses. Raj blinked as he pulled them off. Folding up the ear pieces, a strange calm replaced Adam’s fire. “I don’t want you to break them,” he said. As Raj tried to focus, Adam hung the glasses on the chicken wire, then he ran his palm across Raj’s forehead and down his cheek.
“Now.” Adam’s thumb caught on Raj’s bottom lip, tugging it out as he curled under his chin. “Impress me.”
No statues, no mountains, and no rosy sunsets could hold a candle to the sight of a man opening his mouth and taking in the most precious part of his body. The way Raj’s eyes closed tightly, but still smiled. How he extended his tongue in anticipation. The sigh of excitement wafting hot air against his shivering cock. Adam wanted that second to last forever.
But he also really wanted to be inside of Raj.
Refusing to take his time, Raj parted his thick lips and glided them over the crown of Adam’s cock. “Fuuu…” Adam moaned, quivering down to his balls. His fingers found their way into Raj’s hair, winding the luscious ebony strands between them.
Raj scooted closer, his mouth drifting down the pliant skin of the shaft while his hands circled up and down Adam’s ass. Every time he started to pull the buttocks apart, Adam tensed, but there would be no prying thumb trying to grease him up. All Raj cared about was gorging himself to the point of bursting.
“Damn,” Adam stuttered. Raj tightened his biceps, yanking Adam into him. His cock thrust right down Raj’s throat. The head pulsed inside, knocking into Raj’s palate. A moan dripped around the tight seal of Adam’s cock. Fearing he might smother the man, Adam started to take a step back.
Raj’s biceps locked around him. He splayed his palms at the base of Adam’s spine and refused to let him go. Using just his head and tongue, Raj sucked him up and down with a ferocity that pushed Adam right to the edge. If he keeps this up, I’m coming on that tongue and down his throat, not on his virile forest.
Adam’s fingers tightened on Raj’s hair, trying to stop him from swallowing him whole. But the man didn’t seem to care. Or maybe he liked a little hair pulling. The moans of ecstasy increased, along with the slippery tongue winding up and down him like a barber pole. His domination cred was plummeting fast. He needed to take control, he needed…
Every enthusiastic suck caused Raj’s round, muscular ass to tighten and release.
Fuck, I want that.
He said he likes it.
I like it.
Maybe he wants it too?
“Stop.” Adam tried for a forceful command, but he couldn’t hide the wobbling plea in his voice. Raj broke off just as the countdown was hitting one. Using a combo of squeezing and thinking of frozen naked buffalo, Adam managed to calm himself back.
The man on his hands and knees, damn near prostrated before him, gazed up. “What’s wrong?”
“You did…good,” Adam managed to cough out. “But what I want…” He cupped Raj’s chin and tipped the man’s head back to look him in the eye. “…is to fuck your ass.”
“Yes,” Raj cried out. He reached for his pants, but stopped and looked at Adam. “What about…?”
Like he’d planned it all along, Adam nudged the grease can out of his pocket on the ground. “It’s digestible,” he said with a laugh while bent over.
Raj took his cheek and gave him a sloppy kiss, his tongue tasting of Adam. A bit too enthusiastically, Raj scooped Crisco onto his fingers, then realized he had to undo his pants. As he struggled to figure it out with slippery hands, Adam unearthed his lucky condom.
It even said so on the package.
There was also the fact that it made his cock glow in the dark. A bit much, maybe, but fun. As he rolled it down, he watched Raj brace himself with one hand on the chicken wire and the other rimming himself. While he circled his anus with the lube, his eyes closed. Hard, quick pants shook his chest. There was no grimacing, no flinching for what was to come. Raj was ecstatic, especially as he thrust his lubed finger in and out.
“Let me help.” Adam stepped up to him. His latex-coated cock bounded between Raj’s buttocks. Digging out enough Crisco to make a pie, Adam bent over and kissed Raj’s naked back. He brushed against the puckered skin. Raj groaned at the touch, so he thrust inside.
“Yes!” Raj exclaimed.
“Do you have any idea how hot you are?”
When Raj glanced over his shoulder, his cheeks warm from the compliment, Adam kissed him. “It makes me want to fuck you until you’re bedridden for a week.”
“Don’t tease a man with a good time,” Raj said.
Adam hooked onto Raj’s hips, pulling that blazing hot ass flush to him. He formed a triangle around Raj’s cock, only letting the tips of his pinkies glance against the throbbing flesh. “You should learn…” Adam clenched one hand around Raj’s cock, then he guided his cock to the slick pucker. “I never tease.”
He braced himself for a long, slow process. Taking him inch by inch sounded like paradise, but as he jerked up and down on Raj’s cock, the man shoved his ass back and nearly sat on Adam’s lap.
“Holy shit!” Adam shouted. Raj’s ass sucked him in faster than his mouth had. Adam tried to back off, fearing he hurt him, but Raj moaned, then jerked back on his own.
“Harder.”
“Are you sure? You’re so tight.”
“Yes, damn it! You promised.”
That’d been a joke, but…fuck. Adam curved his palm up Raj’s ass. Those two tan moons cradled his cock until his balls glanced against Raj’s. It lit the fire Adam had been fearing for too long. Hunger took control.
Adam grabbed both of Raj’s hands and, locking his fingers with Raj’s, dug them into the chicken wire. Breathing against Raj’s neck, Adam started to thrust. He wasn’t slow, he wasn’t soft, and he sure as hell wasn’t kind. The pressure clamped onto his cock tighter than anything he’d felt before, but he refused to give in.
Not caring about the heat scorching up his chest and down his legs, all Adam focused on was Raj. Every whimper, every gasp, and plea for more, how he tossed his hair to the side, and tried to glance back. Adam could only catch an eye before he noticed how red and hot Raj’s skin was turning. Sweat beaded up across his shoulders and slipped down his spine.
Needing to taste him, Adam worked his way closer while still fucking Raj. He was nearly balls deep with every thrust, but it wasn’t enough for the man. “Mmm,” Adam moaned, nipping along Raj’s shoulder.
He released his hold on Raj, who kept his grip where it was. Adam had to ruffle through Raj’s sweaty chest hair to trace that treasure trail and cling to his hip. As he pulled it back, he reached for Raj’s cock.
The second he wrapped his palm around it, Raj bucked into his hand. Rather than match Adam’s measured strokes, he worked in tangent, thrusting himself off as far as he could, then just as hard onto him. Adam kept trying to follow, but with each jerk, his hands would slip off of Raj’s cock.
“This…this is…whoa!” Raj’s feet slipped, his body nearly falling to the ground. Adam caught him around his chest, and they both looked up to find the chicken wire fence had dented and nearly torn off its nails. If they’d kept going, they’d have ripped it off the wall and fallen naked into a mess of razor wire.
As Adam steadied the both of them back to their feet, he slipped out of Raj’s ass. The cold had never been so cruel. Raj dashed for his glasses, which had also been on a crash course. He slipped them on and took a breath.
“Well, so much for that plan,” Adam said, panting.
They were two men facing the worst case of blue balls. By the time they dressed, made it as far as his car, and picked this back up, their testicles might explode—and not in the fun way. Raj reached for his cock, as if to contain it, when he glanced to the left. Adam’s old friend, the skeleton, sat on his electric chair.
Raj jerked his shoulder. “Well…?”
“Really?” Adam said, but he didn’t care where they did it. “Fucking on top of the dead? It’s a good thing I don’t believe in souls, or mine would be banished to nothing.”
He waited for Raj to grab onto the chair, but the man had a better idea. “Sit on Pete.”
“Pete?”
“The skeleton,” Raj said. He guided Adam to rest his bony ass on Pete’s bonier thighs. The chair gave a small creak as he did, and he glanced behind to the eyeless face.
“Sorry about this, Pete. I hope you don’t mind playing the cuckold to this threesome.”
Raj spread his legs wide and inched his way to Adam. In order to fit, Adam had no choice but to lean back against the skeleton. Pete’s lower jaw dug into his shoulder, but he didn’t give a shit. Meeting him eye to eye, Raj lowered his ass onto Adam’s cock.
That was all that mattered.
Adam did his best to meet Raj’s strokes, but every time he jerked his hips, the chair threatened to shatter on them. That seemed a small price to pay to be able to gaze into Raj’s face and watch his hand slide up and down Raj’s pulsing cock. They were both so close, Adam wanted to scream, but he refused to go first. No, he needed to see Raj on that edge, whimpering, pleading, shaking for his end.
Watching the man bobbing on his lap, his cock heating to a million degrees and ready to blow, it hit him. Adam swept his palm over Raj’s ass like he was rubbing a magic lamp. Just as the man tipped his head back, Adam swung.
The swat was minimal, but the sound clapped through the room in an echo.
“Your ass…” Adam groaned, giving it another swat.
“Yes?” Raj pleaded.
“That curvy, soft ass…” He spanked him one more time, then grabbed Raj’s hips. Yanking him down as far as he could go, Adam shouted, “It’s perfect!” as he came.
To his shock, the whole chair bucked with his orgasm. Skeleton Pete flailed under his bare ass as if he too erupted despite having nothing between his pelvis.
Raj kissed Adam’s slack lips, and the two of them moaned. As lights flickered and the world shook, cum splattered up Adam’s chest. Raj didn’t stop the kiss, his whimpers of “Fuck yes,” reverberating in Adam’s own. Together, the two of them fell to pieces on the lap of the skeleton.
The orgasm was the kind that hit like a bag of bricks, then kept chucking one or two at him the longer he stayed in the moment. As the shock left his system, he floated in a happy pink cocoon. He didn’t want to leave it, so he wrapped his arms around Raj and pulled him into his embrace.
“I am so…fucking tired, right now,” Adam admitted.
“Imagine how I feel,” Raj said. “I’m going to be bedridden for a week.” Despite his claim, he pulled himself free of Adam’s cock. He was the one with the wherewithal to help Adam to his feet.
“Any chance we could get a quick coffee from the hotel over there?” Adam asked, still holding Raj. The way his head nestled against his chest made his heart feel whole.
“I dunno, they might try to chase off a couple of delinquents.”
Leaning into him, Adam kissed the top of his head, breathing in Raj’s essence. “Then we’ll have to be very sneaky.”
