Rough Attraction (4 page)

“Oh god it’s so tight inside you.” Darko growled. There was no way he was going to last long inside his knight. Not if he went on the rhythm he intended and he wasn’t about to hold back anymore then Maxum had with him. He pressed Maxum’s leg down and leaned back creating all the access one could get from another’s body and pistoned up inside him until he was deep inside the other man’s guts.

Nerve endings fired off inside his body scattering in all directions. The obliterating pleasure was far more intense then Darko had ever shared or received with another man. Despite the overwhelming sensation, he drilled in harder and faster, unwilling to deliver less than half of what he felt himself.

“Oh fuck— oh fuck—” Maxum was gasping under him. Open hands grappled against Darko’s thighs trying to ease the assault of pleasure to a more comprehensible level, but Darko didn’t comply. And just to be sure it was every bit as explosive he reached down taking Maxum’s cock in his hand and began jacking him with just as much fury as his own cock shafted inside him.

They were both panting and grunting together, cursing that such a mismatched fucking could be so obliterating and intoxicating to both their minds and bodies.

Darko could feel it coming like a stampede of a thousand angry stallions. It was going to be too good to leave bagged up. He withdrew, instantly ripping the condom off and ground Maxum’s hard-on against his own cock. He leaned over to a side and drove several fingers into Maxum’s ass and crooked his finger up to catch the man’s prostate while his other hand joined Maxum’s hand already wrapping around both their cocks and rocked against him.

Every muscle in Darko’s body clutched tight and went into a violent shudder. So intense, it assailed him with the concentrated explosion of euphoria, even his gasping expression struggled to break past his strained jaw muscles.

Maxum’s fist clenched around their cocks and his body bucked against him. He knew the man was coming with him, but damned if he could find the strength to pry his eyes open to watch him. The man’s growls were echoed by his own, while pulse after pulse of semen shot out like thick white ropes of frothy liquid that splattered over them both.

As the last of the aftershocks settled and relinquished control of his body, Darko dropped to the mattress. His body completely spent and his mind instantly drifted into a nebulous haze, lulled there by the elixir of their combined panting. He couldn’t even muster the energy to rise up and kiss the man. Though, he desperately wanted to. He let out a deep guttural sigh, “Remind me to kiss you endlessly until your lips are raw when we wake and I’ve regained my strength.” A slight chuckle turned groan, slipping into sleepy sated oblivion.

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CHAPTER TWO

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Maxum St. Laurents paced his office as he listened to the meeting via satellite over the network phone, but his mind was on the man he slept with last night. So impassioned, his veins burned like a racecar hopped-up on jet fuel to have more of him. Consumed him with this need. Every part of the night had been powerful, rough, and carnal.
Fuck he loved it like a junky on a new drug.
That, instead of sneaking out early in the morning, as he had intended, they went at each other again. He couldn’t remember the last time he woke up with a man’s lips around his cock, but that was exactly what Darko had done to him. Washing his morning wood with his tongue and when Maxum couldn’t hang on any longer he flipped the man over and shafted his ass hard and relentlessly, and then repeated the frenzy when they showered. Soaping that beautiful manly body was too much temptation. The tenor of his own voice deep and gravelly, as he moaned—

“
Mr. St Laurents?”
The man’s voice coming from the speakerphone disrupted his daydreaming.

Maxum stopped and turned to look at the phone sitting on his desk as if seeing it for the first time— and that it talked, was completely alien to him.

“
Mr. St Laurents?”

Maxum blinked out of his daze, “Yes.” He cleared his mind a moment to gather his thoughts back to the conference meeting where they should have been, “I‘m sorry what was that again?”

“
Have you gone over the MLP reports?”

“Yes.”

“
And are you ready to move some money that way?”

“That would be an altogether
no,
on that. The reports are hopped up. Their backing funds aren’t substantial enough to fulfill the promised paybacks.” He returned to his desk chairs and sat his restless body down.

“
Stivvenson and Stephens are growing anxious on your lack of moving funds into the MLPs and on the Nasdaq. They want to know when you’re going to move forward and begin high yield investments.”
 The voice on the other end of the speaker took a challenging tone
.

Maxum rocked back in his desk chair, his hands in his lap, relaxed as if he were talking about what was for lunch, “You tell them to settle down. Now’s not the time to start dumping all of our investor’s money into high yields. The flux is still very unstable.”

“
They’re threatening to withdraw.”
The challenger reiterated with a note of concern rather than more arguing further this time.

“Then you tell them we’re not in the business of throwing people’s money away. If that’s what they want, our best wishes for them. Nevertheless, I will not squander this company’s funds along with theirs. I’ve made them far richer than they were when they came to us eight years ago. I’ll do it again. Stivvenson and Stephens need fast cash in hand to start their new markets. Yet the product is unproven, which is why the backing isn’t there for them. Hence why they are pushing for individual investment with promises of high yields. I am not biting down on the bait. Now’s not the time to start cracking our nest eggs.” He glanced at his watch. “Gentlemen anything else? I have another meeting to catch.”

“I believe we’ve covered everything today.”
A new voice in on the conference spoke up to answer.

“Very well, Brent will you call the meeting adjourned.”

“Of course chairman.”
The new voice responded to the addressed name.

Maxum jumped up, grabbed his suit coat and pulled it on. “Gentlemen.” He punched a button, disconnecting the line and headed out in a rush, advising his assistant to postpone the rest of his day until further notice and out the door he went.

Maxum followed the direction on the GPS and found the motorcycle shop just shortly before lunch. He sat outside the shop, watching as a few men walked about on the other side of the large display window. All three wearing dingy blue coveralls smudged in grease, but neither of them was his man.

What the hell was he doing here?
Last night had been incredible, this morning even better. Beyond even that, to be so consumed inside the storm of lust that he let the man fuck
him
after he’d rutted the man until he was drained of every drop of his seed.

Maxum was about to start the car back up and leave while he still could, when the man stuck on his brain walked into view. There was no mistaking the half-naked man.
Where the hell had he developed such perfect muscle tone?
Maxum involuntarily licked his lips in anticipation of licking Darko’s body over and his cock throbbed in his slacks, painfully. He woke up that morning with his cock inside Darko— looking at the desirable body now he knew—
it hadn’t been enough
. There was no leaving now.

“Hey Darko!” One of the guys called towards the back just as Maxum stepped in, but Maxum already had the man pinpointed. “You got company!” The other two working on the gutted Iron Eagle jeered amongst themselves.

Maxum ignored them as he walked past, not waiting for the invitation. He hadn’t planned to do anything but invite Darko over for a night, or perhaps it might take the whole weekend to get enough of him, but that was all, just ask and get out. Yet one look at the man up close and Maxum was doomed to fail in his plan. Muscular arms tanned from hours of being outdoors were soaked to the elbows in black crude, while sweat sheened across his back. All of the above perfectly packaged with the firm ass gift-wrapped tightly in faded jeans.

Darko turned and faced him, his front frame was doubly enticing— the sight slammed him. Sweat and grease had never been his style or so Maxum thought, because right now, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen on a man. His mouth watering instantly for a taste of Darko and he was hooked.

A sheepish grin came over the man as Maxum took a step toward him while he was trying his best to wipe some of the oil off his hands with a shop towel. “Surprise visit— I like those.” Darko welcomed him with a voice as dark as a Bohemian black lager. A thumb moved up to lazily glide over some invisible itch, leaving a black smudge across the golden skin of a pec muscle, just above a tight pale, mauve colored nipple. Had it been edible, Maxum would have already jumped the man to lick it off. Just the sight had Maxum breathing deeply, and some proverb along the lines of,
if he kisses me, that’s it, we’re fucking
.

“Hey Darko, looks like you might need some space, so we’re cutting out for lunch. We’ll be awhile!” One of the three at the other end of the shop, called out.

Darko gave a slight upward nod of acknowledgment, but his eyes didn’t leave Maxum, dark blue eyes brimming with lust.

“Didn’t think I was so obvious.” Maxum commented, not in the least shamed or concerned at the moment, but rather amused by it.

“No, but I am.” Darko rolled his lips in and licked over the top one seductively as if savoring some fond memory as his gaze drifted over the silk suited man standing before him, “Plus I might have mentioned something along the lines of getting throttled by a knight-in-
shiny
-armor.” He glanced out the window to the collector’s model in the parking lot. Silver sides with black trim and fenders. Chrome manifold pipes laced out the side of the engine panels and the added feature of whitewall spoke tires gave it that Great Gatsby roadster look. His baby sisters, who were all about Steampunk fashion, would approve. “Nice armor.” Darko’s eyes glided from the car outside and back to the man standing inside, his voice teasing like a dribble of melted chocolate just begging to be licked away. “So, what happened to the Mercedes?”

“Had them take it back.” Maxum shrugged.

“And now you have?” Darko let the question ring out, to offer the man a chance to brag about his replacement ride.

“A 1936 Auburn boat-tail roadster.” Another mild shrug, “I’ve had this one for some time.”

Darko stepped in, closing the gap between them and leaned in, “I like this one better.” Darko spoke as he delivered a tempting kiss that licked over Maxum’s lips.

The air left Maxum’s lungs.
That’s it.
“Can you get out of here?” Maxum was nearly growling with lust. His head falling against Darko’s forehead, exchanging deep gasps of hot breath.

Darko kept close, purposely teasing him further with the heat of his body, “What did you have in mind?”

“I only came by to ask if you had plans for tonight, but just looking at you has got me so hard, I doubt I could sit down without my cock busting through my pants.”

Darko’s grin deepened, his eyes shifting his focus once more to the unique car outside that screamed Steampunk racecar, but what mattered most right now was it didn’t have much room for playing around in. “No back seat.” He verbally pointed out, turning back to him.

“Gotta broom closet?” Maxum sputtered, leaning in to steal a kiss from Darko who reciprocated and fed the need instantly.

Darko let the kiss linger until he could no longer stand so close and not touch the man by any other means but their lips. He pulled his head back wrenching the lips apart, “I have an office.” He offered in a heated groan.

“There’s a desk?” Maxum growled.

“Yes.”

“Perfect.” Maxum’s tongue lapped out from his mouth, reaching to have the taste of the man’s mouth returned to him. Just then, out of the corner of his eyes, his saw the blur of black hands coming up and he instantly caught Darko’s wrists, before the greasy brute could mangle yet another suit. Maxum held him steadfast, while his tongue found its target and laved over Darko’s. Sucking at it before chewing on his lips, which got the man he was kissing, and holding back at the same time, growling.

Darko playfully tested Maxum’s grip, pressing more of his weight into the hold and Maxum’s hands tightened further around them holding ground.

“Oh— if you think we’re doing this without me touching you, you’re wrong.” Darko pushed into him and began walking Maxum backwards, towards the small office room in the back corner of the shop.

“I have to return to the office after this.”

“Don’t you keep a spare suit there?” The debate was on.

They reached the door, Darko’s eyes peered down at the handle with a wry grin and waited. Maxum let one wrist go, to grasp the door handle, and that’s when Darko moved in for the kill. Darko’s hand was fisting into Maxum’s jacket and shirt, just as before, and forcibly pulled them together and devoured his mouth with a burning kiss. Maxum opened the door and shoved Darko inside the room, not bothering with the lights, “You pig.” Maxum growled, shutting the door and then began stripping his clothes off.

Darko let out a light sinister chuckle, his eyes filled with carnivorous flames of lust as he watched Maxum undress, “I’ve been called many things before.
Pig
— isn’t one of them.”

“Shut up and get those jeans off.” Maxum barked, the aggression in which Darko matched him had him already panting hard with urgency, not that he had any need for helping him get there. He was hooked on this guy the moment he brutally kissed him on the highway yesterday. It was like being swept off his feet in some twisted male, chauvinistically romantic way. And he had liked it right away. However, if Darko didn’t start undressing soon, he was going to rip his clothes off. Maxum tossed his crisp white shirt, now painted with greasy handprints to the floor, along with his suit coat. Toe’d his dress shoes off then unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants. One hand slipping in to stroke over his tormented hard-on as he watched Darko peel his tight fitted jeans off his hips. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you all morning.”