Balls and Strikes (3 page)

The lube came first, Dove squeezing his cock to turn his slit into an 'o' before pushing the slick into it. He worked Dove's cock furiously, so fucking excited he couldn't bear it. Time seemed to slow, Dove moving at a snail's pace, getting more and more lube into his slit. Mac wiggled, he had to, he needed to move.

"The more you push, the longer it'll take."

Mac groaned. "You're driving me crazy, inside me."

"Good." Dove's smile was predatory as he picked up the sound.

Mac stilled, stared, wanting this so fucking bad it hurt. Flicking something on the top of the sound, Dove got it making a noise, then put it on his belly where it sent vibrations through him.

Oh, God. No. "I can't..."

"You can." Dove picked it up again, flicked the tip and the noise stopped. "You will."

He shivered, caught between needing it and being flat-out scared of the vibrations.

Dove squeezed his cock, once more making his slit into an 'o' and began to feed the bottom tip of the sound into him. Mac's breath stopped, caught in his chest. The sound kept feeding into him, familiarly strange. Odd. Weird. And exactly what he needed.

Mac watched, focused on the odd stretch, the near itch. Dove stopped, then began pulling the sound out.

"Dove?" Oh, god. He'd been good. He had. Patient.

Grinning at him, Dove began feeding the sound back in. "I'm fucking your prick."

It never felt like this, not when Mac did it. The sound was pulled out again. Oh, fuck, yeah, not at all like when he did it. His hips tried to follow, and his hands were screaming, they were clenched so tight. Then back in again, then out, then in.

"Dove. Sir. Please. More lube?"

"Good boy."

He loved the way Dove said 'boy'.

The sound came right out and Dove began pushing more lube into him.

"Thank you. Fuck, need this so bad, man. I can't make it right by myself." God knew Mac had tried, though.

"I thought I told you not to." Dove was back to growling.

"Hmm?" No. No, Mac hadn't, not in a while.

"Trying to play innocent with me?" Dove began to feed the sound back into him.

"No. No, I haven't, not since before." Not since the surprise visit last month when Dove had said he couldn't by himself anymore.

"Good." Dove settled the sound with the round ball at the top keeping it from dropping right in.

He hated that he was good at this, that he craved this thing with Dove.

"You ready, baby?" Those were the three most dangerous words coming from Dove.

"Yeah. Yeah, Dove. I'm ready."

Dove kissed the tip of his cock, lips pressing the on switch on top of the sound, and the vibrations started.

"Dove!" He sat up, reaching for his rock of a lover blindly.

Dove's hands grabbed his hips as his hands wrapped around strong arms.

"Dove. Dove. Please. Fuck!" He started moving on Dove's cock, desperate.

Growling, Dove began fucking him, pushing into him with real strength. That thick prick hit his gland, while the sound vibrated in his cock, lighting his whole body up.

"I can't..." He twisted, sobbing, throat working.

"You can." Dove kept thrusting up into him.

"No." Perfect. This was perfect.

"Yes." The word came with a thrust, nailing his gland again.

"Help me. Help me, please," Mac begged, not even sure what he was begging for.

"Just ride it, baby."

He didn't know how. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe.

Dove's mouth closed over his, giving him something to focus on. He screamed out his need, and Dove swallowed the noise down. One hand grabbed his ass, squeezing. He gripped that fat cock, ass working it.

"Come on. Take your orgasm."

His eyes snapped up, met Dove's, his balls screaming to release.

"Fucking take it," growled Dove, slamming up into him.

Everything inside him felt like it shorted out for a second, just went blank.

"That's it, baby. Come on. Ride it." Dove's voice was like a caress, deep and rich and right.

The vibrations seemed to make his orgasm go on and on. Wave after wave of sensation crashed over him, drowning his sense. Just when the pleasure was starting to turn, the vibrations stopped and the sound was removed.

He shook, needing Dove to hold him, surround him. The man did, those strong muscles like steel bands around him. It was Dove's arms that kept him from shaking apart.

"So hot." Dove sure was, prick like a brand inside him.

He kissed the hollow of Dove's throat, tasted Dove's salt on his tongue. Humming, Dove started moving his hips, that fat prick circling inside him. His eyes were closed, and their bodies created a cocoon of pleasure together. It was slow now, scalding and shivery.

The wiry curls on Dove's chest tickled his lips, his cheek as he kissed and licked.

"You're a little left of where you need to be there, baby," Dove told him.

Mac found one nipple and pulled, stroking it with his tongue.

"Fuck yes." Dove gave him one hard thrust before going back to the slow undulations.

He sucked in time with Dove's cock, his fingers exploring every inch of his lover. Low growls and hums met his movements, Dove encouraging him. All Mac thought about was pleasure, was the rhythm he and Dove made.

It could have lasted two seconds, it could have been hours, time had no meaning. He had his Dove.

One big hand found his prick, tugging slowly.

"You're going to do it, boy. You're going to pitch a no-hitter in the playoffs and I'm going to pierce your cock. Every second of every day, you'll know you're mine." The words wound around him, made him ache everywhere.

He pulled harder at Dove's nipple, sucking firmly enough that Dove couldn't ignore it.

The hand around his prick tightened. "Come on."

"I can't, man. My balls are empty."

Dove just kept stroking him, thrusting into him.

Soft sounds started escaping him, slipping from his lips. They shifted slightly and Dove was suddenly banging on his gland. His eyes flew open, so wide. Dove was looking right at him, staring into him.

Spunk sprayed from him, pouring from him.

"Yes." Dove nodded, and shot, face going slack as he came.

Mac held on, watching every second of Dove's climax. Those dark eyes flicked to his when the man's orgasm finally faded.

"I'm proud of you, boy."

"Thank you." It meant the world.

Dove's mouth covered his.

It was a promise. A vow.

It wasn't everything, but it was enough.

End.

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