In The Absence Of Light (18 page)

I sat up. “You sure?”

“You don’t plan on staying around. You’re just doing something to fill the space in between now and Seychelles. I get that. But I figured, you know, when you’re not working on the old Anderson place and playing tag with your FBI groupies, you might want to do something recreational like fucking me. But if you’d rather watch TV or do crossword puzzles, I understand.”

“I don’t have a TV, and I hate crossword puzzles.”

“I never cared for them either. Both, I mean. TV and crosswords. Have you ever really looked at the questions they come up with on those things? Wonder how much they pay someone to do that job? And is it by the hour, or the word?” The screen door squeaked. “I’ve gotta brush my teeth, and then I guess I’ll meet you in my room. Don’t take too long, or I’ll start without you.” The wood frame knocked against the jamb and then immediately squeaked again. “Oh, and there’s an extra toothbrush that I bought for a dime at the dollar store in the medicine cabinet. You can’t miss it. It has Kermit the frog on the handle. Not very manly, but at least your breath won’t taste like garlic. Not that I mind garlic but sometimes the other spices I use in my pizza sauce will irritate my dick so make sure you brush all the way to the back of your throat.

“And I mean it when I say I’ll start without you, so don’t dawdle.”

The door shut again, and a light clicked on in the dining room, muting the stars. A few minutes later, it clicked off, the next break in the darkness came when he turned on his bedroom light.

I went inside and disposed of my beer bottle before hitting the john and stuck the smiling face of a legendary Muppet in my mouth so I wouldn’t leave a rash on Morgan’s cock.

When I got to his room, Morgan was propped up against the headboard, knees bent, feet flat on the bed and his cock in his hand.

There was a bottle of lube and fresh box of condoms on the bedside table. He hadn’t just opened the box, he’d taken one of the rubbers out of the package.

“I get this feeling that you’re in a hurry.”

“Been thinking of your mouth since the cookie aisle.”

“Cookies make you horny?”

“No, your mouth makes me horny. We just happened to be in the cookie aisle when I started fantasizing.” Morgan moaned.

I took off my shirt. “You sure you need me? You seem like you’re doing fine on your own.”

“I told I would start without you.”

“I didn’t take that long.”

“Long enough.” He rolled the foreskin over the tip in short slow strokes. Fluid coating the wrinkles of skin glistened in the lamplight.

I shed my jeans and boxers. Morgan raked a look over me and licked his lips.

“Fucking hell, Morgan, I could come just watching you.”

His mouth curled. “Is that a challenge?”

Was it?

Morgan gripped the iron bed frame with his free hand and arched his back. The perfect curve of his body popped his hips, spread his legs wider, and pushed his knees to the mattress. His head fell back, and the column of his neck almost brought the top of his head to his toes.

“You ever bend the other way and suck your own dick?” I stroked my cock.

“How do you think I got so good at it?” Morgan spread himself out on his back and pulled his knees to his chest flashing me with the tight circle of his puckered hole.

I ached to bury myself.

Morgan spread his thighs and effortlessly folded himself in half.

I climbed on the end of the bed. Morgan watched me through the space between his legs. The head of his cock rested on his chin. He smiled at me when I moved up.

“You better get comfortable.” He picked up his head and took his cock into his mouth.

“Holy fuck, Morgan.” I smoothed my hands over his ass. Morgan hummed on the upstroke. His lips were so tight that he barely left any saliva behind.  Then he flexed his hips, giving enough bend for him push his dick all the way to the back of his throat.  His gaze met mine, and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.

I don’t think I’d ever been so jealous about a blowjob in my life.

Heat spread over my cheeks and ran down my chest.

At the tip again, he tongued his slit. I lowered myself down and licked a line up his taint to his balls. A shudder ran through Morgan’s thighs so I did it again.

His heavy sac pulled tight, and I took one of his balls into my mouth. Morgan’s eyes widened. I moved to the other, and he sucked his cock to the back of his throat.

I leaned back enough to grab the lubricant.

“I’m going to use my fingers on you.” I made a show of pouring the oil over my fingertips. It made glistening trails all the way to my palm. I dribbled more over Morgan’s hole. It constricted, and his balls pulled tight again. “Gonna start with one, then maybe two. If you sing pretty for me, I might even give you my cock.” I licked the base of his dick and met his mouth at the head. Morgan slipped his tongue across mine and fed me the subtle salt of precum.

I spiraled my finger over his entrance until I was at the center, then pushed. Morgan’s breath went faster with every inch. I pulled back slow, and he whimpered into my mouth.

I broke the kiss and lapped at the head of his dick. “Blow yourself, Morgan, I want to watch you suck your cock.”

He didn’t hesitate.  Morgan bobbed his head, and I thrust my finger. The pink in his cheeks darkened and tears pricked the corner of his eyes. I raked my teeth over his nut sac and fondled them with my tongue.

“Gonna give you two now.” I wasn’t even sure if he heard me. His hole contracted hard enough to pull at my fingers. I sank them in one push. Morgan released his cock and cried out.

His hips fell enough that I was able to catch the head of his cock in my mouth. I sucked him all the way to the back of my throat and filled his ass with the full length of my fingers again. Morgan dropped his legs over my shoulders, pinning my head between the muscles of his thighs and proceeded to thrust.

“God, Grant. More. Need more…” A wanton cry preceded every pump of his hips.  I pushed deeper and faster.  “Yeah, yeah, like that…” Morgan pulled the tip of his cock to my lips so only the first few inches filled my mouth and thrust in rapid fire. “Suck, suck hard.” I did, and he threw back his head and yelled.  “More…”

There was no way I could finger-fuck him faster. I added a third.

Morgan yanked the headboard hard enough to rattle the bed. “Close…” He inhaled so deep his chest swelled until his ribs made lines under his skin.  “Relax your throat… now, Grant, now.”

I leaned forward so he’d feel me pull my tongue back.  Morgan dug his heels into the space between my shoulder blades and forced my head down by locking his thighs.  His cock hit the back of my throat.

I struggled to breathe out of my nose and not lose rhythm.

His thrusts slowed for a moment. I wasn’t sure if the change of pace was for my benefit or his. Then his eyes darkened with heated need. I held his gaze and hummed.

Morgan withdrew to the tip again, then shoved his cock past the back of my tongue with the same kind of rapid thrusts he’d done with the tip.

I knew then what was really meant by the phrase, fucking like rabbits.

“Gonna…” Morgan keened. “Gonna come…” He slung his head. Golden locks heavy with sweat slapped his cheeks. “Gonna come, Grant, almost, almost…” His legs tightened hard enough to make my ears ring. “Oh God…” His thrusts faltered, and a wash of hot cum pumped from his cock, filling my mouth. “Yes…yes…”

A wave of tremors ran down Morgan’s body, leaving him collapsed on the mattress. His grip on my head loosened until his legs went limp and slid over my shoulders.  I continued sliding my mouth over his throbbing cock, tonguing the folds of foreskin until there was nothing left.

When I was satisfied, I sat back. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that.” I kissed the inside of his leg. “Jesus, Morgan, you could put some of the top porn stars to shame.” He whimpered when I pulled out my fingers. I felt around for the bottle of lube and dropped it twice trying to pop open the lid. The second time was because I kept pushing down the cap from the wrong side.

It clicked, then squirted too much in my hands. Droplets made oily circles on the bedspread bunched up around my knees. My hand shook, an echo of the aching need in my balls.

The first stroke I gave my cock shot an icy bolt across my nerves, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from yelling. Lubricant oozed from between my fingers. Morgan pushed himself up on his elbows. His bangs were in his eyes, but I knew he was watching. The weight of his gaze as firm and real as strength of my grip on my cock.

Morgan fondled his balls. His softening cock jumped. He moved to tug at the foreskin around the head of his dick. He used the velvet skin to the stroke himself while making small circles just inside the folds with his index finger.

It didn’t seem like much, but his flagging dick hardened.

I sped up my strokes, and the squelch of lubricant against flesh turned into a steady click.  Morgan undulated against the mattress. It was a simple movement but one that rippled his body and made his tawny muscles flex under his skin.

“Grant…” Morgan twisted to the side. The new angle allowed him to keep watching me while allowing him to use his other hand. Morgan sucked on his fingers.

I regretted not being patient and waiting for that mouth, but it was too late now.  The spiraling pleasure took me to the edge.

Morgan pulled his fingers out of his mouth and tweaked each of his nipples. With each pinch, he gasped, a sound so small and yet it rocketed through me.

“Wanna see you come, Grant.”

He wasn’t going to have a choice. I pumped my hips. Morgan returned his attention to his cock. The flush was back in his cheeks.

I should have fucked him. If I’d know he was so fast to recover, I would have. But a lot of guys didn’t want a dick in their ass right after they’d come.

If only I had, though. If only I’d sank myself to the hilt in his hole. The memory of his ass squeezing my cock as I came drew a moan out of my throat.

“What are you thinking about, Grant?” Morgan twisted the other way. “What’s going through your mind when you watch me?”

“What do you think?”

He smiled. “Me.” He moved his free hand to his balls. “You’re thinking of my mouth.”  He wet his lips with his tongue. “You’re thinking about my mouth on your cock, sucking you. Taking you to the back of my throat.”  Morgan widened his knees. “Or is it something else?”

“You… tell… me.”  The need to come swelled into a pain.  All I needed to do was let go, yet I couldn’t make myself do it. I wanted to watch Morgan more.

His smile turned into a lopsided grin. “I know that look.”

I huffed a breath. “Really?”

“Mmmmhmmmm.”  Morgan pulled a knee up and rolled over. “You’re thinking about my ass. About me riding you.”

I was now.

“Did you like that?” Morgan moved his hand between his legs until his fingers were at his entrance. I knew how limber he was, and yet watching him angle his shoulder into the mattress so he could watch me while he held his ass in the air was nothing short of a magic trick. He rubbed his opening.

I had to open my mouth so I could breathe.

Morgan pressed against his hole. The ring of muscle clenched so tight it almost disappeared. Then it relaxed and Morgan sank two fingers deep in one push.

“Oh hell, Morgan.” I tipped forward and had to put my hand on his ass cheek to hold myself up. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Sweat burned my eyes.

“What are you waiting for? I can always stop, go ahead, Grant. Come…”

“Don’t you dare.”

“You’ve got to be tired of watching me do this.” He pumped his fingers faster. “Gotta be getting boring by now.”

“Never.”

He started to laugh, but it transformed into a long, lean moan. “Feels good, Grant, so good.” Morgan rocked his hips.

“What? What feels good?”

“You. Your cock. Thick. Deep. You’ve got big fingers, but a bigger dick. I like that. I like that a lot.”

My muscles jumped, and my rhythm faltered. The electric current building inside me stuttered. I glanced at the condoms. Could I get one and be inside him before I shot all over the place?

No chance.

I tightened my grip and fucked the tunnel of my fist. It was nothing like Morgan’s ass. I could squeeze tight enough, but my skin was too rough to be mistaken as anything but the palm of a hand.

Tomorrow, I told myself. Tomorrow I was going to fuck him against the wall. Day after that, over the sofa. The next one, across the kitchen table. I was going to fuck Morgan until he wouldn’t be able to ride that stupid bike, let alone walk to work. But it would be okay, because I’d give him a ride. Hell, I would even put a pillow in the truck for him to sit on.

It might have been funny if I hadn’t meant it. And I did. Goddamn me, I meant every word. I wanted those coming days and the days after them.

Two to three years. That was a lot of time for blowjobs, hand jobs, and fucking. I counted the possible months, the weeks, the days, the hours, but the numbers got too big and my mind blurred.