Rough Attraction (3 page)

Maxum’s response only managed to come out as a groan as that wet morsel of a mouth laid a trail up his chest as he attempted to position himself down over his host. He forced himself to slow to a crawl enjoying the trail of pleasure Darko gave him. Maxum glanced down his body— blue eyes, dark with lust stared up at him, watching, while the man’s tongue sought out one of his nipples. The blue eyes closing just when he clamped down on one, the sight and sensation jolted his entire body. He sank lower to have more, pressing into the exquisite mouth sucking his nip, but it only tested his already lack of pacing. “Fuck babe. I gotta have a taste of your ass right now.” Maxum growled, hoping this lover would not only understand, but also be complacent about his sudden compulsion.

He couldn’t hold back, his hands finding and gripping the open fly of his blue-eyed host’s jeans; he rolled to his back and yanked the man’s body up over him. Every inch of Maxum’s body and need, arched up to meld seamlessly against Darko’s. Their mouths came crashing into one another, while Maxum’s hand sought out their cocks, already grinding into each other like mating snakes. He grasped them both in his fist, stroking over them together. “Oh fuck.” He cursed, drowning in this energy of pure pleasure.
Like the very first time he slid into the seat of his brand new Bugatti.
How his whole body hummed and tingled with exhilarated anticipation of the first test drive on the German track. Knowing he didn’t have to hold back. He could push the car to its ultimate limits and still push further, and the car would take it. The man stretched over his body, hot and grinding with him like the exotic roadster laying tracks, taking everything he could dish out and welcomed even more of it.

Making the exchange even hotter was having the lights on— seeing every detail— every nuance of the other man’s body. Maxum sat up forcing his host up on his knees, straddled over his own legs. He glanced down at the uncut cock, swollen to its fullest, just waiting. A drop of clear fluid hung from the slit, beckoning him and Maxum needed no further invitation, and he was there, licking down on that gorgeous piece of meat.

Darko let out a loud groan as Maxum practically bowled him backwards to sit back on his heels while his knight tongued over his cock like he was licking the last remnants of a favorite flavor from a plate, then swallowed him up in one movement. Maxum didn’t just suck; the man was gobbling him up like a man starved of the pleasure. Bent backwards, Darko tried to prop up on an arm and watch Maxum work him over, but fuck if it wasn’t the best cock sucking he could recall, forfeiting technique with unbounded enthusiasm. Thus, Darko surrendered his back to the bed and it was all he could do just to stay sane.

Right when he was delivered to the edge of losing that last nanometer of sanity, Maxum was flipping him without request, hands spreading his cheeks wide and that mouth, showing no signs of slowing down or backing off, came down over his hole. Darko’s hands fisted into bed covers that had already since been pulled from their proper placement and were well tussled, before he and Maxum had even gotten to the part of fucking. He buried his face and moaned— followed up with a hiss— then moaned again. Damned, if the guy wasn’t igniting all his torches. It felt so good like nothing he’d had. Oh, he’d been rimmed before, but not from a hungry beast, as he was now. Maxum’s face was full on buried in his ass. His tongue alternating between broad licks, firm tongue-fuckings, and full-on suction. But, Darko knew he was in for the ride when two moistened fingers slowly found their way into his well loosened ass going straight for his glory spot. Darko slammed his face into the bed covers and relented to the onslaught of intense pleasure, gasping in its wake.
Dammit
, his mind and body already agreeing to take bottom placement right about then.

It was a good thing Darko was in silent agreement to bottom, because once his ass was well sucked and washed over, Maxum was lining up behind him. He heard the rustle of foil, a moment later he felt the cock sliding down his crevice, rocking and sliding— rocking and sliding— then slowly pushed in. Darko curled up and gasped with the initial stretch. It had been too long, but Darko wasn’t about to say no now, because he wanted it. He wanted this man, anyway he could have him, and with any luck, he’d have Maxum both ways. He forced himself to relax, his back arching, angling his ass to have that cock all the way up inside him, and he rocked on his hands and knees, nudging back, impaling himself inch by exquisite inch.

Maxum dropped a heavy hand down on the man’s back steadying himself more than anything, as the exotically free-spirited man worked his own body down on his cock. Full-throttle— pedal to the metal— rang in his ears yet as the countdown of the mark, get-set, go! Lights lit up a brilliant green. He just sat there, mesmerized in the glory of it for a moment. However now, when Maxum felt the other man’s balls slap back against his own; the shell shock of freedom shattered and his body responded. Hips drawing back, his brain zeroed on the exquisite sensation of the men’s tight ring hugging his dick. Sliding back once more, Maxum rammed all the way in, nearly throwing his lover face down on the bed.

“Fuck baby. I want, no— I need to pound your ass.”

“Stop talking and start pounding then.” Mister blue-eyes shot the verbiage over his shoulder at him, and that was all the permission Maxum needed. Moving his hands to the man’s hips Maxum braced himself and pulled out, hammered in, and set the pace for an unrelenting hard fucking. Every stroke from there promised no respite until they had both plastered each other in spunk. The room filled with the curses and groans of intense pleasure, and fuck it smelled good, the sweat of their bodies ignited the colognes they both wore; blended notes of basil, rum, and something citrusy mixed with the lure of what Maxum wore, carrying a woody and chocolaty smell. All this coiled about with the scents of human musk and sex.
Fuck, it was good
.

Despite Maxum’s pummeling, Darko managed to hold his ground underneath him, hands fisted into the bed covers to anchor himself in place. He pushed back, matching Maxum’s thrusts, his ass meeting Maxum’s hips in a regular rhythm. Each time he thrust into Darko’s tight channel, Maxum’s cock nudged his gland and sent ripples of pleasure searing through Darko’s body.

Darko’s arms and legs began to tingle, his muscles turning to rubber, as his orgasm built inside him until he feared he wouldn’t be able to support his own weight. He forced his body to comply, turning to glance at the man driving into him; his knight was definitely shining now, glowing with a profound hunger and a sheen of sweat beading over his skin. Maxum switched a knee for a foot on the bed and began changing his angle with each thrust, grinding in circular assaults. Each slide into his ass driving him insane, and Darko found himself slamming his face into the bed biting into the covers. His cock jutting up his belly aiming straight for his chin was threatening to fire off any moment, and he wasn’t sure about the sounds he was making but he seemed to be making a lot of them.

“Damn babe, your hole quivers around my cock when you’re ready to come. Go ahead—” Maxum hissed, “let loose.” He pushed home, angled just right to catch his lover’s glory spot, one last time, sliding across it until he bottomed out and stilled there, feeling the body under him clench around his cock with the spasm that was destined to run a course through the man’s balls and shoot out the evidence in white jets of cum, all over his torso and the bed. Maxum saw the movement of an arm, knowing full well the lover’s hand laid home around his own cock. The strained muscles of his shoulder and upper arm gauged the vice gripe that had been attributed to his handling, while the man grunted and moaned with each convulsion under him. Damn, it looked good watching and feeling this man. Maxum could feel the ability, or perhaps the desire to become completely addicted to this man.

No matter for that now, he wasn’t done yet. He pulled out only long enough to flip his rendered lover once again then came down between Darko’s legs and sank back inside the lush walls of his ass. Maxum pumped, picking back up where he left off forcing the man to ride out a flood of aftershocks. Each one a tantalizing squeeze around his cock as he drove inside Darko’s ass until he couldn’t hold his orgasm any longer. Maxum pulled out, ripping the condom from his cock just in time to fire off his load, adding it to the spillage already painted on the man’s torso. So intense, as Maxum’s muscles contracted and tore at him, he could barely manage to bark out the groans he wanted to express as jet after hot jet of cum erupted from him until every ounce of bodily strength spilled out with the last drop. When it was over Maxum came down hard, almost crushing the body under him. Yet, he was pleased to find no harm was done when arms caught him and welcomed the weight. So, he gladly surrendered it.

He could have easily drifted into a deep bliss then and there, but the calloused hands that stroked over his back felt good, a lingering contact that called him to stay alert. Don’t let it end yet, take the moment for every drop of indulgence he could. Of course, the first try to rev up some physical strength barely got him up on his elbows, but as he did, there were those deep-blue eyes watching him under a lazy gaze that equaled his own. And they chuckled at each other. Maxum couldn’t figure it out, but his lust was so well sated at that moment, he found himself touched with some bizarre form of intimacy. At least that’s what he thought it was. Because he heard so many speak of it, but he’d never known it himself. Like a mythological occurrence. The next thing he knew his hand was caressing the side of the man’s head, brushing his wavy, coffee-colored hair, now pasted to his forehead from the sweat. “I don’t know your name.” He whispered as his gaze drifted over the man’s features. Rugged, European cut facial features, and some American-grown bad boy.

“Did you want to know my name?” Darko asked, seemingly fond of basking in the after bliss for a while with or without particulars.

Maxum nodded as his attention now, became transfixed on the man’s lips, even as his body was sluggishly starting to wake up again. Their legs were stitched against each other, while their chests seemed to be in a raspy competition for the small space of air between them. Such an oddity to be sharing this afterglow with a stranger, yet he was liking it, all the same. Maxum felt the blood trickling back down to his cock, it was crazy, but the twitch against his thigh said it was happening. His attention went back to those lips realizing he hadn’t kissed them nearly as much as he wanted to, and he nodded again, not sure what he was agreeing to any more.

“My name is Darko. Darko Laszkovi.”

And right at that moment, Maxum dropped down over Darko’s lips and molested them with a hungry kiss, growling out a husky version of the name in between. His hands moved over Darko’s body in a rough caress, mapping out turns and corded muscles to match the body with the name in his mind. Enjoying every inch caught under his body.

Damn, a second round, or just some good post petting, was on-the-ball as far as Darko was concerned, like a bonus that few lovers could proffer over so quickly after round one. He hitched a foot up on the bed and pushed off, rolling them both over, until now Maxum was the one underneath and he ground against his knight’s hip feeling his cock swell already as they commenced with the deep kissing and petting.

Maxum’s hand came down hard delivering a brash stinging across Darko’s ass cheek.

Darko flinched tearing from their tangle of tongues and gazed down at the man who just delivered the blow. “You did not just do that.” he cocked his head with mock surprise, “Did you just spank me?”

“I did.” Maxum answered, all too smug about it, and to prove a point he repeated the affliction to Darko’s other ass cheek, “Now what are you going to do about it?”

“Oh,” Darko growled, his arms tensing around Maxum, “I’ll show you what I am going to do.” And just then Darko’s arms were moving down Maxum, catching his legs at the knees and yanked them up until his feet were in the air, his ass an open target. Darko dropped his hips down, rubbing his renewed hard cock into the accessible crevice, sawing back and forth, teasing Maxum’s hole.

He folded down over Maxum, using his body to keep the man pinned in position while he reached for one of the foils on the bed and wrapped his shaft. He stroked the pre lube from the packet over his thick, jutting cock a few times then lined himself up until the broad gland kissed the tight sphincter. Eyes burning with another round of anticipated lust the two men locked with each other’s gaze and Darko pressed in. He stopped when the man under him tensed in a painful strain. Maxum’s teeth chattered, “Easy, easy, easy.” He nearly begged, his hands slapping to Darko’s thighs to hold him off a moment. Darko quickly backed away to lessen the pressure but only to return, pushing against the first tight, ring of muscle again— repeating it over and over with micro pushes until he felt the invitation from Maxum’s unused, hungry hole and ushered in at least two thirds of his length before drawing all the way out.

He liked that look he got from Maxum— need consuming the man to relent and be taken, so long as the night did not end between them. It was the likes of a Nitrous Oxide System pumping the booster fuel into an engine that loved high octane in the first place, but all too often got duped with little more than leaded substitutes. Darko was as equally unaccustomed to the intensity of sensation as his knight obviously was, but unwilling to deny reveling in it.

One more time, he grabbed Maxum’s hips, positioned the head of his cock against the relaxed opening, and in one smooth thrust, he shoved himself all the way in, eliciting a gasp from the man under him as the shock of sudden penetration filled all of his senses.

Maxum fought to control his breathing while adjusting to the stretch and burn, but after years and years of longing, he found his body surprisingly accepting the man who’d just flipped him to bottom.