A Betting Man (7 page)

“Okay, that’s a visual that isn’t going away anytime soon,” I said, barely avoiding making a gagging noise. “I think I probably have some lotion that will work.”

“Thank God you’re such a devoted metrosexual,” Terry teased.

“Or we could just skip it…” I suggested with an arched brow. That got his attention.

“No, no, that’s good! Could we just get on with it, though?” he whispered huskily, running his hand down my chest.

I rummaged through my bag and we moved to the fireplace. I looked around the living room. If there was ever a perfect setting, it was this one. I kept my eyes on Terry as I undid the button on my pants. I slid the zipper down and let my pants pool around my feet. I removed my boxers and stood naked in the living room. I stared at Terry in the light of the fire. His hand moved slowly to the towel tucked in at his waist. It flowed down his legs and landed at his feet. I swallowed the lump in my throat as Terry put a blanket on the floor and stretched out on his back.

The Christmas tree lights were blinking; they flashed red and green across his beautiful skin. I leaned over and kissed the soft skin of his stomach, gliding my tongue across the ridges of his abs. My hands smoothed over his sides as I tasted him. Terry’s back arched as my tongue slid lower, dipping into his warm slit and lapping the pearly beads of precum. I licked my lips slowly as I lifted my head, looking at him. His thighs were almost shaking as I spread them out, nestling between his legs. I pushed down between them, keeping my eyes focused on his. I wrapped my hands around his thighs as I leaned down to lick his balls. Terry spread his legs further and his head went back, a low moan escaping his throat as I lapped at the tip of his weeping cock, my finger massaging his hole. Damn, but he looked beautiful by the light of the fire.

I wrapped my fingers around my own cock as I sucked the rim of Terry’s, relishing the taste of him, the texture of his flesh. I ran my tongue down the length of him and back up, sliding it around the rim and sucking a little at a time inside my mouth. Terry was moaning on the floor, his whole body arching, taking what I was giving. His hands were splayed out to his sides, trying not to touch himself as I continued my sensual assault on his body.

I ran my hands up his chest lightly, my fingertips brushing against his nipples as I took him all the way to the root. Terry’s hips moved as I continued to lap at him in intervals, sucking him so completely inside my mouth, my cheeks hollowed. I couldn’t get enough of him. Terry released a strangled ‘please’ as I thrust a finger inside him. I grabbed more lube with one hand, slicking myself, keeping the suction on Terry and a nice slow fuck with my finger.

I wanted to be inside him, to feel him all around me. And then I was. I planted my hands on either side of his head and took his mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. I moved my hips slowly, rotating them in a circle as I sank further inside Terry’s body. His fingers grasped for me anywhere he could reach. His soft moans and cries were swallowed by my mouth as I moved faster, Terry’s legs wrapped around my hips. The heat, the pressure of Terry surrounding me was pushing me to my limits. His fingers dug into my biceps, his mouth owning mine. My body was moving on its own now, hips pumping into Terry. We broke from the kiss and Terry looked into my eyes as I made love to him.

“Terry,” I whimpered.

“I’m coming,” Terry gripped my arms, his nails breaking the skin. His back arched and a loud cry of ecstasy left his lips as white ropes of cum splattered up his abs. I lost it. My orgasm came roaring out of me and I cried out, my fingers grabbing at the carpet. I collapsed on Terry, wrapping him in my arms as we both tried to regulate our breathing. I finally found the strength to move and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Be right back,” I whispered.

I went to my room and grabbed some sweats for Terry and myself. I stopped in the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth and headed back to the living room. Terry was up, sitting in front of the fire, naked. I stopped in the entryway to the living room and just stared at him. He was so beautiful.

“Hey.”

Terry turned to look at me and I smiled at him.

“Hi,” he smiled.

I walked over to the floor and handed him his sweats.

“Can we sleep out here?” Terry asked.

“Sure,” I said. I cleaned him up, and then took the washcloth back to the bathroom. I came back to the living room and threw another log on the fire.

Terry leaned back on the floor and put his hand out to me. I pulled him close to me as we both stared at the ceiling.

“Kent?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks for bringing me. I’m having a really good time.”

“Good.” I kissed his forehead and pulled him closer.

* * * *

I woke up to the sound of Elvis singing
Blue Christmas
. I had to smile. My mother never changed. Terry was in my arms, one leg thrown over my thigh. A puff of warm air moved my hair and I tilted my head back to see Ajax drooling. I got a swipe of his tongue up the side of my face.

“Good morning and Merry Christmas to you, too, Ajax,” I said with a smile. Ajax dipped his head and tilted it, whining at Terry in my arms. “Ah, you want to kiss Terry, too?”

“As long as he keeps his nose out of my crotch,” Terry mumbled.

I chuckled. “But hunnyyy,” I drawled.

Terry laughed in my arms.

“That sounds sexy when you talk like that. I love it.” Terry leaned up to kiss me.

Our lips met softly and I held his face in one hand. My thumb gently caressed his cheekbone as we kissed. There was no tongue, just soft kisses. I loved it. I don’t think there had ever been a time when I just enjoyed someone’s company as much as I did his. I had lost my straight man virginity last night. I’d made love to Terry. I eased back from the kiss looking into his eyes.

“How are you feeling this morning?”

Terry blushed and I swore my heart ached.

“I’m a little sore.” Terry leaned into my ear. “Hot damn, you are packing some heat in those chinos,” he whispered.

I laughed. The music got louder in the kitchen and I knew it was my parents giving us a chance to get presentable.

“We’re not naked!” I shouted.

“Well hell,” my mom poked her head around the wall. “Your father and I will leave so you can be!”

Terry busted out laughing and hid in my neck. I felt my face go up in flames from embarrassment.

“Oh my gawd, Mamma!” I wailed.

“Now
that’
s my boy!” my father shouted from the kitchen.

I went shopping with Kent’s mom. She had to get last-minute items for dinner, so I offered to go with. I still couldn’t get over the winters in Alabama. It was ridiculous; some people were even watering their lawns as we drove by. When Mary had asked me to go with her, she had a wicked gleam in her eye, so I had to come. We went to the twenty-four hour store and Mary asked me to get milk while she grabbed the rest of the items. I people watched as I waited for her. The South was a sharp contrast to New York. People seemed relaxed here. They strolled the aisles as if they had all the time in the world. Mary came back with something in her hand and I smiled at her.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Why, it’s your present for Kenny,” she beamed.

I took the package from her and looked at it. It was a simple wooden frame in the shape of a heart. I loved it immediately.

“It’s beautiful,” I said with a smile. “I don’t have a picture to put in it, though.” Mary’s eyes sparkled and I shook my head with a small laugh. “But you do, don’t you?”

She nodded with a grin.

Once we were done shopping, we hauled everything out to the truck and unloaded the shopping cart. Mary turned to me and lifted a brow. I smiled and shifted from one foot to the other.

“What?” I asked.

“Say something,” Mary demanded.

“I thought I just did?”

“No, say something with that English twang.”

Twang?

“What is it you’d like me to say?” I gave her the full-on British.

Mary clapped her hands and laughed. “I love it!”

“You don’t think it makes me sound hoity-toity?” I grinned.

I squealed as she slapped my ass.

We drove back to the house talking about Kent. He hadn’t been to see them in over five years. I could tell Mary was hurt. The way she talked about Kent spoke volumes as to how much she loved him.

“He was always real embarrassed about how he grew up. The kids used to make fun of him for the way he dressed. We tried, ya know? Things were tight for a bit, but we gave him everything we could.”

“You did a fine job raising him, Mary,” I said with a smile. “He’s a good man. You just have to look beneath that layer of bullshit.” I laughed as Mary snorted and then laughed with me.

We walked into the house to hear Elvis still singing about his blue Christmas. Ajax was waiting for me like a drug dog at the airport. My crotch had never received so much attention. I rubbed his ears and hugged him. He followed me to the kitchen and got a tsk from Kent’s mother.

“Now, now, Ajax! You know better to come in here with a bird in the oven!” Mary turned to me with a smile. “Last year, he took the whole turkey off the counter.”

I laughed so hard I almost peed.

“That damn dog ate better ’n we did.” Carl crossed his arms, glaring at Ajax. “Now git!”

I felt arms come around my waist and got a good whiff of Kent’s cologne. God, he smelled so damn good.

“Hey, there,” Kent whispered in my ear.

“Hi,” I almost giggled. This man turned me to mush. I hadn’t had too many relationships. Okay, relationships was a strong word. I had dates now and then, but I never felt the way I did when I was in Kent Samson’s arms. He made my heart race, my palms sweat and my toes curl. I stiffened in his arms. Oh God, I was in love with him.

“Hey, are you all right?” Kent asked me quietly.

“Yes,” I turned around to face him. There was worry in those hazel eyes. I smiled and caressed his cheek. “Everything is wonderful.”

“Well, let’s get cleaned up for dinner,” Mary said.

I took a long hot shower. The water rushed down my back like little fingers, massaging sore muscles. The shampoo smelled like coconuts; I actually liked it. I felt a rush of cool air on my ass and then hands slid up my chest. Kent leaned into my back and pressed a kiss to the side of my neck. I shivered.

He growled in my ear.

“God, you look sexy wet.”

My dick shot up. Kent’s hands slid up and down my stomach, inching closer and closer to my cock every time. Damn, he knew how to tease. I arched my back and pushed my ass into his dick. I smiled. Oh, yes, Kent had a hard-on, too. I wrapped my arms behind his neck and leaned my head back to kiss him. One of his hands slid up my chest to my neck, then gripped my chin. Kent’s tongue licked at my lips and I opened up, letting him in. We kissed slowly, like those people at the store—like we had all the time in the world. He broke from the kiss, looking into my eyes. I swear I saw something in them. I heard the flush of a toilet somewhere in the house and then the water suddenly got
really
cold. I yelped.

“Sorry!” Kent’s father chuckled.

The turkey was perfect. I sat at the table with Kent’s family and felt like I was a part of them. They treated me like one of their own. Mary even slapped my hand when I reached for pie, telling me that I hadn’t finished my corn and my plate had to be clean before I got dessert. Kent elbowed me and I shot him a glare. Once we cleaned up the kitchen (Kent even did dishes) we settled into the living room. The tree was lit and music played softly in the background. Carl looked at me and smiled.

“Now, we weren’t expectin’ a guest, but we sure are glad you came, Terry.”

“So am I, Carl.”

He handed me a package and I looked at Kent’s parents in surprise. “What’s this?”

“Oh, it ain’t much,” Mary blushed. “But we wanted you to have something from us.”

I took the package and put it in my lap. I peeled the tape off carefully and removed the wrapping paper. A grey flannel scarf was nestled in tissue paper. I felt my eyes watering. It matched my jacket. I looked up at them both. “It’s beautiful, thank you so much.”

“I got something for you, too.” Kent handed me a box. It was wrapped in silver paper with a beautiful blue bow on it.

“Thank you, I got you a little something.” I handed him the gift Mary and I had made together. I opened mine as Kent opened the one I’d given him.

I removed the wrapping paper and pried open the box. A Rolex watch glistened in the light. “It’s beautiful, Kent,” I gasped. I leaned over and pecked his lips. “You shouldn’t have, but thank you so much,” I whispered, sure my eyes had cartoon hearts in them.

I eagerly watched Kent open his gift. He pulled the frame from the wrapping paper and stared at it. Mary had taken a picture of the two of us the night we sat around watching TV, completely unbeknownst to us. Kent was smiling at me and we were looking at each other. Kent turned to look at me.

“I love it, Terry.” Kent pulled my lips to his and kissed me.

“Wooo hooo! Let me get my video camera!” Mary whistled.

“Ma…” Kent said, blushing furiously.

“Merry Christmas, Kent,” I whispered.

Kent cupped my face with his hands. I saw something in his eyes; I knew I did that time. He nuzzled my nose with his and kissed me softly.

“Merry Christmas, Terry.”

“We got one left!” Carl said with a smile.

I watched as Carl handed the gift to his wife. Mary opened the box and gasped. She looked up at her husband and tears flowed down her cheeks.

“Oh, baby! You got it all shiny!”

Carl took the ring from her and tilted it to the light. “It’s got the day we were married inscribed on it.”

Carl slid the ring back on his wife’s finger and I felt my own eyes tearing up.

Mary looked at her ring and beamed.

“Here it comes,” Kent whispered in my ear.

“What?” I whispered back.

“I can’t believe you made me think it was lost!” Mary screeched at her husband.

Kent chuckled next to me and I leaned into him.