Ten Inches (4 page)

“
Good,” Ian whispered then
kissed Nick’s stomach. Soft kisses rained over his groin. Nick
needed more. He needed Ian’s mouth on his dick. He fisted the base,
and staring down at Ian, painted Ian’s lips and chin with
glistening fluid.

Ian’s eyes
widened.

Nick pressed his thumb to
the head, smearing the cream. Ian closed his hand around Nick’s
fist, opened his mouth and his eyes slid closed. He licked the
cream from Nick’s thumb. It was enough.

White-hot need scorched
through Nick. He pushed Ian to his back and followed him down.
Braced on outstretched arms, cocks sparring, he kissed Ian
again—with more passion, more intense need—with intent.

Ian’s hands skimmed over
Nick’s taut buttocks, into the dip of his lower back and along his
waist to his ribs. And Nick continued to kiss him. Mouth, jaw, neck
then mouth again.

“
Nick.” Ian braced his palms
on Nick’s chest and gasped for breath.

Nick eased off and Ian
scooted higher on the bed. Nick climbed on and sat beside him. Ian
was an athlete. Long muscles sculpted his powerful thighs. Calves
were carved from granite and there wasn’t a pinch of fat on his
grooved abdominals. A hard muscle cut into his groin, directing
Nick’s gaze to Ian’s thick heavy cock resting against his stomach.
Nick’s ass clenched, knowing Ian was about to drill into
him.

Nick grabbed one of the
condoms. He leaned over Ian and kissed him softly. He transferred
the condom to Ian’s palm. “Are you ready to fuck me?”

Ian’s breath hitched and he
stilled. “Fuck you?”

A quiet moment passed
between them. Nick’s heart lurched and his stomach rolled. This was
his fear, that Ian would change his mind. Nick leaned up on his
elbow. “It’s okay.” But his mind was spinning. It wasn’t okay.
Tension thickened the air. Blood rushed through his head, and he
fought against the ache and heat in his dick. “We can stop.” Nick
sat up.

Ian grasped his arm. “What?”
He tugged Nick back to the bed. “No, don’t fucking pull away from
me.”

Pulling away was better than
falling hard for a man he couldn’t have. Lying on his back, Nick
closed his eyes rather than look into Ian’s face.

“
You don’t understand.”
Ian’s mouth closed over Nick’s nipple. He licked and sucked his way
to the other. He lifted and stroked Nick’s cock. Nick focused on
the subtle sounds in the room. The hum of the furnace, the rhythm
of Ian’s breathing, and the whispering wind outside the giant
windows.

A tight ring capped the head
of Nick’s dick. “Ian—”

“
Don’t ask me if I’m
sure.”

Nick opened his
eyes.

Ian held Nick’s cock in a
firm grip and rolled the rubber down the length. “I know what I
want.” His lashes lowered, hiding his eyes from Nick. “I want you
to fuck me.”

“
Oh hell. Ian—”

“
Please.”

Not that he didn’t want to,
he just never expected Ian to bottom. Pressure weighed on Nick’s
chest. He’d been so concerned about falling for Ian, he hadn’t
really thought about what Ian must be feeling. “Roll over,” Nick
said. “Onto your hands and knees.”

Ian nodded. He took
position, but his muscles bunched and his body was rigid. “Shh,”
Nick whispered, kneeling behind Ian. “Trust me.” He ran his hand
over the curve of Ian’s ass. Smooth and hard. Ian lowered his head,
braced on his arms and his back formed a slight arch.

Nick massaged Ian’s buttocks
as he kissed his back, over to his hips and gently nipped his
cheek. Then he hesitantly tasted the puckered flesh of Ian’s
entrance.

Ian sucked in a sharp
breath.

“
Relax. It’ll feel good. I
promise.” Nick firmly gripped Ian’s hips, buried his face in Ian’s
ass, and licked the hot flesh around his asshole.

“
Oh, fuck.” Ian bent his
arms and dropped his forehead to the mattress.

Tense muscles softened as
Nick lashed at Ian’s ass, swirling his tongue around the entrance
then poking in. Each gasp for breath, every little sound from Ian
had Nick’s cock flexing and aching. But this was Ian’s first time
with a man and sex wouldn’t hurt, not for Ian.

Ian reached between his legs
and jerked his cock with short choppy tugs. “I don’t want to come,
but fuck that feels good.” He backed into Nick’s face as he rocked
on his knees.

Nick sat on his haunches and
wiped saliva from his mouth with the back of his hand. “Grab a
pillow and lay on your back.”

Ian pulled down the covers
and handed a pillow to Nick.

“
Lift up.” Nick tucked the
pillow under Ian’s hips. “If it doesn’t feel good, we
stop.”

“
I feel amazing every time
you touch me.” Ian placed another pillow under his head.

Nick smiled. “Then just
wait.” Nick’s hands shook as he grabbed the lube.

Ian lifted his legs, rolled
his hips, and held his thighs in his hands. “I’m done
waiting.”

Nick clenched his teeth and
focused on Ian’s pleasure. Either that or blow his load before he
ever got his dick into Ian. He drizzled clear gel over his fingers
and onto Ian’s hole. “If my cock is the first—”

“
First and only cock I want
in my ass.”

“
Good, and having my cock in
your ass is going to feel so intense, you’re going to want me to
fuck you again.” And again. And again. Nick circled the pucker,
working the lube in and around this opening. Ian’s body tightened.
Then with a heavy sigh, he relaxed. “That’s it, let me in.” With
gentle pressure, Nick probed deep, twisting and turning his finger.
Using more gel, he inserted a second, smearing lubrication along
the inner tissues. Wetter, hotter. Then he poured gel in his palm
and coated his shaft until lubricant dripped onto his
balls.

Aligning the tip of his cock
with the moist pink opening, Nick slowly pushed the flared head of
his dick into Ian. Ian’s rim tightened, squeezing Nick in erotic
promise. God, but he wanted in, wanted deep, wanted to pound the
fuck out of Ian’s hole. And he would. Patience. Hold on and don’t
lose control. He eased in, barely breaching the opening then eased
back out. Slowly pushing forward, waiting for the muscles to relax
and let him in.

“
Shit, you’re a lot bigger
than the plug I’ve been practicing with.” Ian fisted the blankets
and bore down. Nick grasped onto Ian’s thighs and watched his cock
begin the decadent slide into Ian’s rectum. Tissues melted around
Nick’s shaft, and he surged deep.

Nick sighed, finally filling
Ian, feeling hot silk gloving his cock. “So how long have you been
practicing?” Nick glided out of Ian’s slippery passage and thrust
in again. Slow and measured strokes, relishing every
sensation.

A guttural moan ripped from
Ian and he thrashed on the pillow. “A long time, Nick. Longer than
I was fucking ready to admit.” He gritted the words out, and his
lips pulled back in a snarl. “But holy shit, this is different.
More…give me more.”

He was the most masculine
thing Nick had ever seen. Eyes bright, panting through each plunge
of Nick’s cock, yet rolling his hips to take more dick, to drive
Nick deeper.

“
Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Each
expletive from Ian, forced out on a grunt, spurred Nick to piston
harder, to give Ian the most incredible of first fucks. Ian growled
and grabbed his dick. He squeezed and stroked.

“
Don’t hold back.” Because
Nick wasn’t going to last long. He felt too good, his dick encased
in slippery heat. The erotic friction of screwing his cock in and
out of Ian’s firm ass and the wet sounds of their bodies coming
together drove him to the edge. He was close. Cum churned in his
balls as they slapped against Ian, sending shards of pleasure
ripping up his spine.

“
Shit.” Ian’s face twisting
in pleasure and his torso contracted. He came in hard convulsing
spurts. Cream splashed his stomach.

Too much visual and sexual
stimulation. Nick slammed home and erupted. Buried full hilt, he
ceased pumping and ground his groin firmly against Ian’s ass. He
felt each hot jet into the latex sleeve, unwilling to pull out of
Ian until the final pulse ebbed. Then he slowly eased back until he
slipped from Ian’s warmth. As he left the bed, he stripped off the
condom and tossed it into the garbage.

Ian folded an arm over his
eyes, and with his knees bent, braced his feet on the bed. Nick
paused, his heartbeat at a gallop. Chills broke along his skin and
his mind numbed. He couldn’t pinpoint when it had happened—long
before today—he’d fallen in love with Ian.

After this, for Nick, their
friendship—their relationship—was all or nothing because Nick was
invested.

“
Stop staring and come to
bed.” Ian shifted and shimmied beneath the covers.

Nick slid in beside him,
lying on his back and tucked the blanket over them. Ian immediately
settled in next to Nick and draped an arm over him.

“
I would have figured you as
the type to fuck and fall asleep.” Nick traced the soft hairs on
Ian’s forearms.

Ian yawned. “I am. Shhh.
Sleep.”

Nick laughed and closed his
eyes.

* * * * *

Nick opened his eyes. A wave
of panic washed over him. For the span of a heartbeat, he’d
forgotten where he was. The room was black, and the bed was
comfortable. Pillows cradled his head…and a warm body shifted
beside him. Long, strong fingers roamed over his chest, along his
abdomen and down to his groin. His cock stirred.

“
I’d say good morning,” Ian
said, “But I don’t know what time it is.”

“
Time?” Nick launched up and
glanced at the glowing clock numbers. 4:12. Shit. He fell back to
the bed. “I’m so screwed.”

“
That doesn’t sound like an
invitation.” Ian stretched and propped up on the
pillows.

“
Work, status report,
meeting, job. All of which slipped my mind once we stepped into
this room.”

“
Oh fuck, Nick.” Ian
scrambled up. “Hurry. We’ll get dressed and get down the
canyon—”

“
No.” He grabbed Ian. “I
won’t get the report done. My job makes theirs easier, but I’m
certainly not indispensable.” He laughed. “That’s why they’ll let
me go.”

“
Damn, if I’d known ripping
some flake was going to get you fired, I’d have shredded down the
hill in my backyard.”

Nick leaned over Ian,
shifting between his thighs and pinning him to the bed. “And miss
all this?” Nick kissed him, rubbed against him, trapping their
cocks between their heated bodies.

“
Yeah, there is this.” Ian
gripped Nick’s ass, holding him.

“
This is where I really want
to be.” Nick brushed another kiss to Ian’s lips. “With you.” Ian,
his best friend, the man he’d been afraid to fall in love with, was
in his arms.

“
I’m ready.” Ian smiled and
wrapped his arms around Nick. “Ready for us, ready to accept that
I’m in love with a man. I want to be with you, too.”

“
Good to know.” Nick kissed
Ian again. A long, wet tangling of tongues followed by simple brush
of lips. “Because about those lessons…” For Nick, nothing ever
worked out the way he planned. This time it was better.

The End

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Rob laughed. “So you want to
hook me up?” What in the hell was he doing? Sweat trickled along
Rob’s back and his nuts were pulsing beneath his swelling erection.
Jude had changed from twink to hot college grad and Rob was more
interested than he should be on just what Jude’s education
included.

Damn, he did know. He’d been
dancing around an unwelcomed attraction. Karen had noticed Jude’s
crush a few years ago. Rob hadn’t been concerned. Jude was just
discovering and accepting his sexuality. Naturally, he’d gravitate
toward a man secure in his orientation. Hell, Rob sort of got off
on Jude. The kid had been Rob’s shadow from the day he came out to
Karen until he’d left for the university.