Dirty Dining (17 page)

“I could suck your dick all day.”

The comment took Brice aback. Was this Jeremy the hustler again? Flattery never worked on Brice. “Really?” He couldn’t keep the skepticism from his tone.

“Probably not, but I could think about it all day. I like your cock a lot. The shape is kind of perfect, and it’s a good fit for my mouth.” Jeremy lay on his back again and clamped a hand over his mouth for a moment. “Fuck, I don’t know why I said that. Maybe it’s the cognac. I don’t drink much, and it makes me run off at the mouth.” He rolled back onto Brice’s thigh. “You must think I’m full of whore shit.”

“That’s a colorful statement. I don’t know much about whores. Or their shit.”

Jeremy released a soft chuckle. “Me neither. But suddenly, I don’t care. I just want to have a fun night with you.”

“In that case, it’s your turn. What would you like?” Brice shifted so he could reach out and take hold of Jeremy’s cock. The guy was still hard, the flesh swollen and dark. Maybe he really had enjoyed sucking Brice off as much as he’d said. Most guys didn’t stay this hard unless they were getting additional stimulation—or were incredibly turned on. Brice’s mood lifted. “Well, name it. Anything you want.”

“Anything?”

Brice questioned the wisdom of his offer. He’d been in such a good mood, flattered how aroused Jeremy was. What could the guy ask? Maybe the erection was just the result of popping a little blue pill when Brice hadn’t been looking. God, when would he learn not to fall for these hustler tactics?

“Well, there’s something I wouldn’t mind, but if you don’t want to, just let me know, okay?” Jeremy took on a nervous look again, but on him it was so endearing Brice was ready to agree to anything.

“I’ll do my best.”

“Okay.” Jeremy got up and went over to the little love seat across the room. He picked up something and brought it over to the bed. Only then did Brice see what it was. The dildo “nightstick” from Remy’s cop costume. “Would you use this on me? I’ve been wondering about it since that guy offered during dinner.” Jeremy gave a little shrug. “And since you didn’t want to top just now.”

Brice kicked himself mentally. He could have had Jeremy with no fuss, but he’d put it off. And now the kid wanted Brice to fuck him with the dildo? Brice took the thing out of Jeremy’s hands and looked at it. It wasn’t huge as dildos went. Pretty similar to Brice’s own cock in girth, if a few inches longer. It might be fun to watch this after all.

No, he’d be doing more than watching.

“You sure about this?” Brice glanced at Jeremy, who was still hard. Very hard.

Jeremy nodded.

“We’re going to need a lot of lube,” Brice said with a smile. He had the feeling Jeremy didn’t do things like this very often. That would make it more fun for both of them, and he appreciated how Jeremy trusted him for a new experience.

“Probably in the drawer.”

Brice pulled the drawer open and removed the bottle and held it up. “You want me to….?”

“Yes, please.” A teasing tone crept into Jeremy’s voice, and he curved one corner of his mouth into an impish half-grin.

“My pleasure.” It would be too. Brice would enjoy this almost as much as Jeremy. He pulled the box of condoms out of the drawer and unrolled one onto the dildo. It appeared new and still smelled of silicone, but he preferred not to take chances. He couldn’t be sure, even with a good scrub, and he could tell Jeremy wasn’t in the mood to wait much longer for his turn to play.

Brice drizzled lube on a couple of fingers and approached Jeremy, who had rolled onto his side, one leg bent forward. This way, Brice could see Jeremy’s face, which would be nice. He circled Jeremy’s pucker, feeling the little shudders beneath his fingertips. Once the whole area was slicked, he pushed just the tip of his index finger inside. Jeremy let out a little moan. He was really tight. Apparently he didn’t bottom much, or at least not recently.

To his surprise, Brice started getting hard again. The sound of Jeremy’s obvious enjoyment and the way his ass clenched Brice’s finger so tightly made it difficult for Brice to catch his breath. He took his time playing, getting a feel for what Jeremy liked—which seemed to be almost everything. When he was prepped, Brice rolled him onto his back, not missing the fact that Jeremy was hard as a rock. He’d get to that soon.

After adding more lube to the condom-coated toy, Brice lined it up with Jeremy’s hole.

“You ready?”

Jeremy nodded. His eyes were already unfocused, and he was hard, nipples tight buds. Brice reached up to tweak one, and Jeremy let out another blissed-out sound. Brice slid the tip of the dildo inside and watched Jeremy’s eyes widen and heard his breath catch.

“You okay?”

“Go slow.”

“Sure.” Brice eased the toy in a little, then out, then in a little more, adding more lube so it slid easily. Jeremy relaxed and opened up nicely, and soon Brice had most of the thing inside. “Ready for some action?”

“Is it in?”

“I think you’ve totally offended this dildo.” Brice chuckled. “Yeah, it’s in. Can’t you feel that?”

“Hell yeah, I can feel it. I thought it would hurt. You’re really gentle.”

“I’m a little offended now.” Brice grinned, but he saw Jeremy’s eyes flicker a little. “Too gentle?” Jeremy shook his head. “Feel good?”

“God, yes.”

Brice slid the toy in and out and watched and listened as Jeremy responded enthusiastically. It was almost as good as really fucking him, Brice decided. Jeremy didn’t hold back with groans and moans and suggestions.

“Faster? Deeper?”

“Yes, yes.” Jeremy’s eyes were closed, and he lay with his legs splayed wide.

Nice view. Very nice view. Brice used his free hand to play with Jeremy’s balls, but he really wanted to grab onto his cock, now thick and red and dripping. “Let me know when you want me to finish you off.”

“Keep fucking.” Jeremy panted between the words.

Brice chuckled. He imagined how much fun it would be to have his cock this deep in Jeremy. Would he enjoy it as much? Brice sure as hell would. He leaned forward and grasped Jeremy’s hard length and wrapped his fingers around it, feeling the heat and hardness.

Jeremy’s breath sputtered, and then without warning, his cock spasmed and he came in a powerful spray across his chest. Brice slid the toy out and tossed it out of their way as he lay down next to Jeremy and leaned toward his torso in order the lick the pearly strands away.

Jeremy held Brice’s head against his chest, and Brice listened to Jeremy’s heartbeat slow. Little aftershocks shook Jeremy’s body as he fought to catch his breath. After a few moments, Jeremy let go.

“Oh, God, that was incredible. I had no idea what I was missing.” Jeremy opened his eyes, and when his gaze met Brice’s, Jeremy turned away. “Fuck, this is so embarrassing.”

“Why?”

“I can’t explain it. But it is.” Jeremy rolled away and curled himself up into a ball.

“Hey, don’t be. It’s great that you liked it. Much better than the opposite reaction.” Brice propped himself up on one elbow. He understood how Jeremy might feel embarrassed or vulnerable at letting himself go so completely. Maybe he’d grow to feel more comfortable with Brice. Hopefully this wasn’t their only night together. He enjoyed Jeremy’s pleasure as much as his own.

To give Jeremy some privacy, Brice went into the bathroom and
soaked a washcloth with warm water. There was a whole stack of
washcloths and small towels on the counter. This place thought of everything the guests would need or want.

When he walked back to the bed, Jeremy was asleep, sprawled on his back. Brice gently cleaned him up with the warm cloth, then slid into bed next to him and turned off the lights.

I
N
THE
morning, Brice woke up to find Jeremy plastered against his chest. He made a soft moaning sound, and Brice wondered if he were actually awake and playing with him. Jeremy had one arm curved over Brice’s chest and his mouth a few inches away from a nipple. When Jeremy shifted, his cock—nice and hard—pressed into Brice’s thigh.

God it felt good to wake up with someone in his arms—or close enough. Someone clean and warm and willing. Brice stroked Jeremy’s wheat-colored hair, enjoying its silky softness.

“What time is it?” Jeremy whispered huskily against Brice’s chest. The slight movement of his lips did crazy things to the lower of half of Brice’s body.

Brice leaned up to see the clock. “Not quite seven.”

“We have an hour to kill, don’t we?”

“We do,” Brice agreed and rolled onto his back, pulling Jeremy on top of him.

Jeremy opened his cornflower blue eyes and smiled, lids still heavy with sleep. The look was good on him. Jeremy shifted an arm so he could tweak Brice’s nipple. The quick, almost painful motion surprised him, but the pinch and lingering tingle had him immediately hard and hungry. He pulled Jeremy up and gave him a rough kiss, pulling his head back by his hair. Possessively, not violently. Jeremy opened his mouth and let Brice take what he wanted. Almost. Brice wanted much more.

Jeremy kissed back, matching Brice’s eagerness. They kissed deeply for a few moments, and Brice forgot to breathe. He was light-headed, giddy, so fucking hard he thought his dick had turned to stone. He pressed up against Jeremy’s body, and they spent a few pleasant moments grinding against each other.

“Let’s let the dildo sleep late,” Jeremy said, meeting Brice’s gaze. His meaning was crystal clear.

“Let’s.”

Jeremy reached for the lube, still on the night table. He handed it to Brice.

“Why don’t you do it this time?” Brice suggested. “Shouldn’t take much work, and I want to watch.”

Jeremy blinked shyly and nodded. He gave a languorous feline stretch, giving Brice a good view of chest, abs, and best of all, his sturdy morning wood. His cock bobbed against his torso, leaking a clear glistening trail. He put some lube into his palm and slicked a few fingers, then pulled one knee up and traced his hole with a slippery fingertip. He rolled over onto his other side, ass toward Brice, so Brice could watch.

After the dildo action the night before, Jeremy’s ass was still a little slick and loose. He wouldn’t need much prep, but he made a good show of it, plunging his fingers in deep and making noises that drove Brice wild. He nearly pulled Jeremy’s hand away so he could shove his cock in there, but that wasn’t how he wanted this to go.

This would be the first time he’d be in Jeremy, and he wanted to remember every single second of it. He’d thought about this for weeks now. He admitted it. The whole time since the first night they’d met, Brice hadn’t been with anyone else. Hadn’t
wanted
anyone. No one else would satisfy him until he had Jeremy.

Being with Law hadn’t given Brice what he wanted or needed. He acknowledged that he wouldn’t have been satisfied with anyone but Jeremy. Now he’d get his wish.

But then what? How anticlimactic would that be?

“You need me to put this on you?” Jeremy flapped a condom packet in Brice’s direction.

“No, unless you want to.” Brice hadn’t realized Jeremy was finished lubing up. He’d been so caught up in what he was about to do, he wasn’t paying enough attention to actually doing it.

He remembered how hot and tight Jeremey’s ass had been the night before when he slid his fingers inside. He only hoped he could last long enough to give Jeremy enough pleasure. With the dildo, Jeremy had been hard, and he’d enjoyed being filled up. How would Brice feel in comparison?

“You going to fuck me by telepathy?”

“Hardly.” Brice lay next to Jeremy and pulled him close for a deep kiss. Jeremy wrapped his fingers around Brice’s cock and gave him a few good tugs, then rolled the condom over Brice’s erection.

“Hard. Perfect.” Jeremy rolled away and pulled his knees up in case Brice needed any additional encouragement.

Brice knelt so he could line his cock up with Jeremy’s slick hole. He took a breath as he pressed inside. He’d intended to slide in slowly, but it felt so damn good he couldn’t stop himself and pushed in all the way.

Jeremy gulped. “Ah, you’re gonna kill me.”

Brice started to pull out. “Sorry.”

“No, don’t stop. Kill me in a good way. Keep going.”

Brice let out a pent-up breath, relieved that he felt good to Jeremy. Because Jeremy felt like absolute heaven. Taking his time, Brice slid in and out a few times, enjoying the way his cock looked entering Jeremy. He noticed how hard Jeremy was again, even without Brice touching him. Jeremy really liked getting fucked. Good thing, because Brice really liked fucking Jeremy.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on the heat and pressure and the way it sent sensations all the way to his toes and made his nipples tingle like they’d been pinched. He played around with speed and angles, listening to Jeremy’s breath and moans as an indication of what he should do. If anything, Jeremy was as loud as he’d been the night before.

Brice felt Jeremy’s legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his ass to push Brice in deeper and faster and harder. When he felt a tug at one nipple, he opened his eyes. Jeremy was watching him, eyes glazing over, one hand reaching up to play with Brice’s nipples and stroke his torso, as if Brice needed any more stimulation.

It took sheer determination not to come. Just as Brice neared his limit, Jeremy shuddered beneath him and came. That sent Brice over the edge, and he let himself come, crashing hard into absolute bliss. He couldn’t hear or see or feel anything for a few moments as the world went white-hot and intense pleasure gripped him from head to toe.

When he finally opened his eyes, he was lying on top of Jeremy, who was looking at him with a touch of concern.

“You okay, Brice?”

“No.” Brice rolled over and pulled Jeremy along with him so they were on their sides, still wrapped together. “I’ll never be okay again.”

“I know what you mean.” Jeremy leaned in and kissed Brice. It was mostly soft lips and just a little taste of the tip of his tongue. “I think we can retire the dildo.”

E
VEN
AFTER
Brice got home, he couldn’t stop thinking about his night with Jeremy.