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Burn
Chapter 6 of "Where There's Heat"
Brian and Justin's POV
This is for the lovely Crickett who just celebrated her birthday in
my home state! I hope it was a memorable one. xoxo -Erin
Justin
Holy shit.
His long fingers slide up my neck and into my hair. They feel like little lines
of fire scorching trails over my scalp. Then he grabs the longer hair on top
and snaps my neck back. At the same time his teeth sink into my side.
“Fuck!” I scream as the ethereal blue lights above his bed swirl and contort
themselves through the tears pooling in my eyes.
I’ve never had sex this good.
Brian
If it was a fuck he wanted, it’s a fuck he’s getting. I push so deeply into him
that he struggles for breath. Then I run my right hand up his spine and into
his hair. I watch the light blond locks fill the space between each of my
tanned fingers. The sight turns up the fire burning in my gut and I can’t
resist yanking his head back as I bite the soft skin on his side in an effort
not to scream.
Ah fuck, he’s tight. And goddamn if he isn’t the best lay I’ve had in a long
time. Then there’s the way he looks naked. These blue lights were made for his
pale skin.
I shut my eyes tightly. Will the thoughts screaming in my mind to shut up so I
can get off and get on with my life.
I open my right eye just a little. Can’t resist watching his slim body writhe
beneath me. See my fingers still entwined in his hair, my left hand digging
into his hip. Watch my dick sliding in and out and in and out and…aaaahhhhhh.
He’s a good fit. Not every guy is a good fit. I mean, a nice ass is a nice ass
and a hole is certainly a hole, but some guys are just a better fit. He’s a
really good fit.
I feel him clench his muscles around my cock and I let out a gasp. I look down
at his face in time to see the corner of his mouth turn up in a satisfied
smirk. Cocky bastard.
I start to push into him a little harder and a little deeper, pulling out
almost all the way on each backstroke. When I pass his prostate on the way in,
he moans every single time. I like the way his voice is deeper with lust and
when he says my name there’s a sexy scratch at the beginning.
**
30 minutes earlier…
The emergency alarm rings in my head and my heart beats in my throat. I was
ready to shove the kid up against the wall and fuck him senseless (my own
private version of seven minutes in heaven) but he had other plans.
The second I reached around him to hit the emergency button, his teeth were on
my nipple and his hand was down the front of my pants, as if he’d anticipated
my wicked plan. Like he was just ready for anything...
Now he’s got me pushed against the back wall of the elevator, struggling for my
next breath. My dick down his throat and my hands in his hair, seems to me we
could actually be in need of rescue and I wouldn’t give a shit about anything
but my impending orgasm. I know two minutes have passed, maybe three. At the
rate he’s getting me there, we won’t need seven.
Tongue swipes the underside of the crown, cheeks hollow as he sucks me down,
down, down…
Ah, fuck. I come before I even realize what’s going on. I haven’t been out of
control like this in as long as I can remember. The fire inside takes over and
my eyes squeeze shut as I savor the burning tingle I feel all over.
I slide my dick back into my pants as the voices of the outside world get
closer and the emergency alarm is shut down. I look into the eyes of this blond
devil just before his kisses me. His tongue swipes my come all over the inside
of my mouth. The elevator doors open and we step apart. Labored breathing is
the only sound that fills the air.
“Mr. Kinney,” Ralph the maintenance man nods as Justin and I walk out of the
now-functional elevator. Ralph knows the drill. This has to be the tenth time
he’s come to my “rescue” since I’ve moved into the building. I don’t think the
fact I’m always with some hot, young thing whose face is flushed with
embarrassment (or excitement) when he pries the doors open is lost on him. The
fact that he doesn’t seem to mind earns him a nice Christmas bonus from me.
Back to the present…
Justin
When I had him coming in less than five minutes – even with the pressure of the
time constraint pushing in on us from all sides – I figured I’d won. Even if we
hadn’t said we were racing, we both knew we were. It’s all about who has the upper
hand, who’s in control, who’s in the driver’s seat. I was feeling pretty
fucking confidant for about six solid minutes.
Now pushing back against him as he slides into me and begging for more every
time his cock passes my prostate, I’d say I’d crowned myself a little too soon.
But like the childhood lesson I learned from The Tortoise and the Hare –
slow and steady always wins. I still think I’ve got a pretty good shot at
victory here. Of course, all I can think about right now is shooting my load.
I’ve already figured out that he loves to hear his name and he loves it when I
grunt and pant and beg. Knowing he gets off on hearing how good he is (and he’s
fucking fantastic) has me screaming at the top of my lungs.
The air is filled with my creative vocal stylings. “Fuck me, Brian. Harder,
Brian. Right there. Yes, yes, yes, yes. More, more, more, more. God, you’re so
big. Fuck that feels good. Lick me, bite me, suck me, fuck me.”
I can lay it on thick when I need to. And really I’m not saying anything that
isn’t true. Brian’s the best fuck I’ve had in a long, long time. Something
about the balance he’s found between being rough and sweet. He pulls my hair
and bites my skin, but then he kisses my spine and pets my thighs. He has my
head swimming and my heart hammering.
The single clear thought I have is that this will not be the last time I enjoy
this man.
Brian
God, the kid’s hanging strong. I’m fucking him within an inch of his life and
he’s begging for more. Telling me to ride him harder and do it faster. I can’t
believe I haven’t come just from listening to him beg. Sometimes I hate it when
tricks won’t shut up, but something about his voice makes it okay…more than
okay.
His smooth, pale skin is so taut and young. And his ass, God his ass is unbelievable.
I can’t remember the last time I slid inside such a round, perfect ass. I’ll be
jerking off to this image for months. Lily white and not a blemish on it, not
even a freckle. Nothing. I have a thing about the skin on a guy’s ass. His skin
is perfect.
The force of my thrusting is moving us up the bed. I slide my hand up and over
the top of his head to press it against the wall. I don’t want to knock the kid
out before we come. I look up when I feel one of his hands slide over the top
of mine. His fingers fall into the spaces between mine and I have a fleeting
thought about how we’re holding hands. Sort of…
Justin
I see Brian’s hand, the palm pressed flat against the wall in front of my head.
I watch his lean, beautiful fingers strain to keep us both from crashing into
the wall. I start to push back harder each time he thrusts so we won’t keep
moving up the bed.
I can’t take my eyes away from his hand. Something about a man’s hands has
always turned me on, almost to the point of obsession. Maybe it’s just the
artist in me, but I can’t resist studying the curve of his fingers, the pale,
barely-there hairs and the shallow creases in that soft web of skin between his
thumb and forefinger. I want to bite that little delicate part of him. Seems
there is so little of him that is vulnerable.
I want to find all of his vulnerable patches of skin and make them mine. High
on the inside of his thigh, between his fingers and toes, his ear lobes, his
collarbone, his balls. I could spend a day just torturing those sensitive
places. Running my teeth over them just enough to make him arch his back and
shudder.
I refocus on his hand and before I stop to think about it, I push my right hand
over his. I let my fingers fill the spaces in between his and press my warm palm
against the back of his hand. I notice how even though my skin is paler and my
fingers are shorter, our hands look right together.
He starts hitting just the right spot inside of me, staying shallow enough to
rub my prostate and deep enough to make me feel full. The pleasure is so
intense, I can barely keep my eyes open. My moans come louder and more
frequently. I plead with him to let me come.
“Please, please, please,” I whimper and he pushes and pushes inside of me.
“Beg me.” he huffs against my ear as his body moves to cover mine.
“Please let me come, please,” I answer loudly, knowing I put more desperation
in my voice than I needed to.
With that his hand moves from the wall and finds my dick. I drop my head and
watch as he jerks me off.
Forming a circle with his forefinger and thumb, he slides the tight ring up and
down my cock. I try to remember to breathe, but it’s so hard. He settles his
hand at the base, creating a makeshift cock ring.
His hips snap and his hand holds my dick so tightly I see stars. I take a deep
breath and he releases his grip, lightly stroking me just behind the swollen
head for just a second.
I feel the fire rip through my body. My back arches and my head rolls back as a
roar escapes from somewhere deep inside. I try to keep my eyes open, but the
flames are too hot. I feel like I’m in the middle of a burning building, but I
don’t have any desire to run.
Brian
I use a few tricks to make the last moment memorable and then I throw him off
the edge of the cliff, knowing his tight little ass will see to it that I
follow suit.
A deep animal roar fills the air as he shoots all over his chest and my sheets.
It’s music to my ears. I grip his hips and hold his body flush to mine as I let
my orgasm take me.
It starts deep inside, like all the best ones do. I can feel the burning tingle
in my hands and feet and lips and eyes. My jaw drops and the moans come as my
hips push against him and I feel the warm, familiar fluid fill the condom and
wash over my dick.
I pull in deep, ragged breaths as the final aftershocks subside. I slide out of
him and roll onto my back, throwing an arm over my eyes to shield them from…I
don’t know, the light? The sight of him?
That’s the thing about really amazing sex. I’m always looking for it, but the
second I have it I wish it hadn’t happened. It’s an instinct that sometimes
forces itself to the surface and tells me to keep the source of that incredible
feeling around. I hate that. I fucking hate wanting anything more than a
one-off from anyone.
I’m pulled out of my thoughts by the feeling of the condom being slipped off
and a warm tongue lapping at my dick an instant later. I move my arm and open
my eyes to find wide blue eyes locked on mine and a little pink tongue feasting
on my come. I suck in a deep breath and will myself to look away…to do anything
besides stare in rapt wonder.
But I can’t manage to find the self-control to make myself move.
God fucking damn.
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