flat footed, the next he had a shoulder in his gut and he was lifted off his feet until he was being held in a fireman’s carry.
“I’ve got it covered,” Nick said, not even slightly out of breath. “It was nice to meet you.” He twitched the fingers of his outstretched hand. Josh was about to point out he might very well have a problem with being carried like a damn sack of potatoes, then he realised he had an excellent view of Nick’s gorgeous ass. Josh’s dick gave a resounding throb of approval, pulsing against the front of Nick’s shoulder.
“Fuck,” Nick hissed. Josh peered around the man to see him taking Josh’s bag from Evan.
Evan smirked at him. “That’s a good position for you, Josh.” He laughed and waved them off. Nick didn’t hesitate, his long legs eating up the distance to the stairs. Josh thought he probably should have been a little concerned about them tumbling down the stairs, but Nick had slapped his hand over Josh’s ass, his long fingers digging in deep enough to bruise—Josh hoped, he loved wearing a lover’s marks. After that, his only fear was shooting against Nick’s shoulder each time he climbed a step. The friction to his cock was a delicious taunt, not quite enough pressure, but so very very close.
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“Keys,” Nick said, his voice so low it took Josh a couple of seconds to process what he’d heard.
“In the bag,” Josh said, his hands itching to coast over the firm swells of Nick’s ass.
Except he was pretty sure that would get him dropped on his head. He absolutely had to remember Nick wasn’t gay. Obviously, the guy wanted to get off, probably had to see what it was like to have a man suck him off, and even as it made something cold bounce through Josh’s insides, he understood. He even accepted it, although he didn’t like it. As long as he didn’t think he could convert Nick into a gay man, it would be okay. A little fun, let Nick see what it was like, whether it was a handjob or down and dirty fucking, anything and everything in between, Josh wanted the man to experience all Nick wanted to. And Josh would keep his stupid-ass heart out of it. That organ screwed him over every damn time anyway.
“Gotta put you down.” Nick didn’t sound happy about it, but Josh was relieved. The temptation to grab Nick’s fine butt was just too great to resist much longer. Josh was lowered to the ground with a care that surprised him. He didn’t expect anything more from Nick than lust and hopefully several climaxes. He wouldn’t let himself expect more than that. Nick unzipped the bag and poked around. Josh was about to tell him exactly where to look when Nick unzipped a small inside pocket and pulled out the keys. He slid the handle of the bag over one forearm then pulled Josh to his side with his other arm. A twist of his wrist and Nick had the door open. Josh started to take a step only to find himself lifted and heaved onto Nick’s shoulder again. One big hand popped Josh on the ass hard, startling a yelp out of him.
“What—”
Nick caressed the smacked flesh through Josh’s sweats as he walked through the door with Josh still settled on his shoulder. “Because I wanted to,” Nick growled, his hand rubbing a small circle before lifting and slapping Josh’s ass again.
Damn, it was one of Josh’s fantasies, one he’d never been able to figure out how to bring up to a lover. Asking for someone to whack him on the butt every now and then just wasn’t something he could do. Nick swatted him again, this time cupping and squeezing the stinging flesh hard. Heat speared through Josh, driving his balls up to his body as he moaned.
Nick’s hand stilled. “You really like that?”
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Josh heard a thunk that he guessed was his bag hitting the floor. He nodded, rubbing his cheek against Nick’s lower back. “Yeah, I…I haven’t ever, but I’m gonna come all over your
“I’ve got it covered,” Nick said, not even slightly out of breath. “It was nice to meet you.” He twitched the fingers of his outstretched hand. Josh was about to point out he might very well have a problem with being carried like a damn sack of potatoes, then he realised he had an excellent view of Nick’s gorgeous ass. Josh’s dick gave a resounding throb of approval, pulsing against the front of Nick’s shoulder.
“Fuck,” Nick hissed. Josh peered around the man to see him taking Josh’s bag from Evan.
Evan smirked at him. “That’s a good position for you, Josh.” He laughed and waved them off. Nick didn’t hesitate, his long legs eating up the distance to the stairs. Josh thought he probably should have been a little concerned about them tumbling down the stairs, but Nick had slapped his hand over Josh’s ass, his long fingers digging in deep enough to bruise—Josh hoped, he loved wearing a lover’s marks. After that, his only fear was shooting against Nick’s shoulder each time he climbed a step. The friction to his cock was a delicious taunt, not quite enough pressure, but so very very close.
WHAT MATTERS MOST
Bailey Bradford
64
“Keys,” Nick said, his voice so low it took Josh a couple of seconds to process what he’d heard.
“In the bag,” Josh said, his hands itching to coast over the firm swells of Nick’s ass.
Except he was pretty sure that would get him dropped on his head. He absolutely had to remember Nick wasn’t gay. Obviously, the guy wanted to get off, probably had to see what it was like to have a man suck him off, and even as it made something cold bounce through Josh’s insides, he understood. He even accepted it, although he didn’t like it. As long as he didn’t think he could convert Nick into a gay man, it would be okay. A little fun, let Nick see what it was like, whether it was a handjob or down and dirty fucking, anything and everything in between, Josh wanted the man to experience all Nick wanted to. And Josh would keep his stupid-ass heart out of it. That organ screwed him over every damn time anyway.
“Gotta put you down.” Nick didn’t sound happy about it, but Josh was relieved. The temptation to grab Nick’s fine butt was just too great to resist much longer. Josh was lowered to the ground with a care that surprised him. He didn’t expect anything more from Nick than lust and hopefully several climaxes. He wouldn’t let himself expect more than that. Nick unzipped the bag and poked around. Josh was about to tell him exactly where to look when Nick unzipped a small inside pocket and pulled out the keys. He slid the handle of the bag over one forearm then pulled Josh to his side with his other arm. A twist of his wrist and Nick had the door open. Josh started to take a step only to find himself lifted and heaved onto Nick’s shoulder again. One big hand popped Josh on the ass hard, startling a yelp out of him.
“What—”
Nick caressed the smacked flesh through Josh’s sweats as he walked through the door with Josh still settled on his shoulder. “Because I wanted to,” Nick growled, his hand rubbing a small circle before lifting and slapping Josh’s ass again.
Damn, it was one of Josh’s fantasies, one he’d never been able to figure out how to bring up to a lover. Asking for someone to whack him on the butt every now and then just wasn’t something he could do. Nick swatted him again, this time cupping and squeezing the stinging flesh hard. Heat speared through Josh, driving his balls up to his body as he moaned.
Nick’s hand stilled. “You really like that?”
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65
Josh heard a thunk that he guessed was his bag hitting the floor. He nodded, rubbing his cheek against Nick’s lower back. “Yeah, I…I haven’t ever, but I’m gonna come all over your
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