Stuff My Stocking: M-M Romance Stories that are Nice and Naughty (18 page)

“Ready, boy?” he asked and without further warning began peppering his boy’s ass with rapid smacks. At first his blows were light, just enough to warm the sweet ass. When a steady stream of moans poured from him and he began pushing back into his hand with each swat, Carrick added a little more strength to his blows. His boy responded wantonly, going up on his toes as he started to rock, swaying as if he were dancing in response to the sting.

“Ah, God. So good to me, sir.” He grunted from under the force of his hand and whimpered pitifully when Carrick pulled his arm back, hesitating before bringing it down again.

Carrick felt a shudder roll through his body as he began to unravel. The desire to see his boy riding him, being sheathed by tight, slick heat was beginning to consume all his thoughts. Undoubtedly his boy could have endured more, but he couldn’t. His own need of wanting to be buried in his boy was too great. He slowed the movements of his hand, bringing his boy down slowly, until his hand lay against the heated flesh. The fire radiated off the muscular mounds, burned through him, sending molten lava to surge through his veins. Fuck, he had to have him now.

Carrick tangled his hand in his boy’s hair and tugged slightly, encouraging his boy to move. “So gorgeous when you give into pleasure.” He purred as he encouraged his boy to move. “Now come straddle me and let me take my pleasure from you.”

His boy moved quickly, the trembling muscles making his movements jerky. Carrick lifted his hips slightly, easing his slacks down to his knees before helping the boy move into position. Goosebumps bloomed across his skin at the contact of blazing skin against his thighs. His boy’s mouth moved, his throat working, as if to speak. So lost in his desire, the only sound to pass his lips was the whoosh of panting air and soft mewls.

“Your passion makes you glow. Tell me, my boy,” Carrick stroked his cock as he spoke, spreading the steady flow of precum along his shaft. “To whom does all this passion belong to?” He grabbed his boy’s hips pulling him forward, positioning his prick at his entrance.

“Yours!” He cried out as he bore down, taking Carrick in to the hilt in one swift movement. He threw his head back as he arched hard. The smooth, sweat-slick skin of his chest reflected the sun, casting brilliant rays of light.

“Christ,” he hissed as his cock was engulfed. The effect was stunning and immediate and he responded by thrusting up hard and fast as he stabbed into his boy. Those bound hands pushing into his chest. Fingers tugging at the slight curls, sending spark of delicious pain to spread out across his chest.

Had anything ever felt so good? His entire focus narrowed down to the tight channel contracting around his cock. “God, so tight.” Again and again he thrust, hips snapping. The fast, graceless rhythm making his words come out in a harsh, stuttering tone. “Mine… All mine… Only mine.”

“Yes!” His boy’s body began to flow like music, a sweet, addicting hum of visual symphony, fusing with the sounds of melodic pleas. Pressing his hips up to meet each downward movement, Carrick found the perfect tempo, hitting that sweet spot deep inside his boy.

“Master!” He screamed as he arched back, driving that tight ass down onto Carrick’s prick. “Please, please, please.” He sobbed. “I need to come. Can’t… Oh Fuck!”

He wanted the feeling to last, but he couldn’t hold back, knew his boy wouldn’t last. He felt his sac draw up tight. The beauty in the way his boy begged, the feel of his tight passage milking his cock, worked in sync to undo his control. “Look at me.” Carrick grunted, as he wrapped his fist around his boy’s dick, pulling hard in sync with the thrust of his hips. He thrust up brutally, once, twice, “Come for me.” He ordered as he unsnapped the cock ring that was binding his boy. It was the last coherent thought before amazing ice blue eyes locked with his.

Carrick exploded.

His muscles went bow tight as he pressed himself as deep as he could. Blinding, white hot light surrounded Carrick as he shot his release deep inside his boy. His voice rising over the screams of the boy's own release.

“Oh God, Ed. Love you so fucking much.” He roared as his orgasm ripped through him, forced out of his body in a triumphant rush. Taking him out of his body with each convulsion of his orgasm and sending him higher and higher. He gave into it, letting go and soaring on wings of boundless rapture.

A chuckle of rapid breath brought him back to earth. Ed’s soft lips warm against his own as he spoke. “You kind of lost it there at the end, sweetheart.”

With bone-melted muscles, Carrick hit the quick release on his lover’s restraints, throwing them to the side and pulling him tight to his chest. “Your fault. Jesus, you make me lose control.”

Ed pushed at Carrick’s linen jacket, snuggling into his exposed chest as he melted in the afterglow. He was happy, boneless and satisfied deeply. They held each other as their hearts began to slow and their breathing returned to normal.

“Mission complete, Dr. Masters. I live to make you lose control.”

Carrick kissed the top of his partner’s head. “Bravo in your success, Mr. Boyd. This was the best Christmas vacation yet. Thank you. I can’t wait to see what your wicked mind comes up with for next year. Perhaps an English castle, where I can be your Duke and you my naughty kitchen boy?”

“Oh that does sound tempting. How about an Egyptian Christmas? You can be my Pharaoh and I your devoted concubine.”

“Anywhere you wish. As long as I’m with you, it will be a very Merry Christmas, my love.”

Ed placed a soft, loving kiss to his chest, “Merry Christmas.” He let Carrick slip from his body with a moan and a sigh, snuggling in. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Carrick whispered. His Boyd wrapped around him. Hopefully they would get a chance at both of the Christmas vacations mentioned. After all, they did have forever to fit them in.

THE END

Copyright ©2010 SJD Peterson

Coming soon from SJD Peterson:

Whispering Ranch Series:
Lorcan's Desire
(Book One)
Quinn's Need
(Book Two)
Ty's Obsession
(Book Three)

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Website:
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YOU MELTED ME by Kari Gregg

Dear Santa,

Don’t you think this cuddling couple deserves a little story of their own? A christmas getaway maybe!! Would warm me right up.

Gratefully yours,

Sarah

{PHOTO INSERT: Two gorgeous naked men are on a big comfortable bed; they cuddle closely in the shadows.}

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Leland Whitacre--the Leland Whitacre--bent over my cock. The weight of his shoulder pushed me beneath him, down and into the mattress. My head spun; my pulse thundered in my ears.

My boss.

The man who signed my paychecks, or rather paid Bess Starkey in Personnel to handle the payroll that included my salary.

Leland fucking Whitacre.

Skating his mouth down my chest.

And heading straight for my dick.

Oh Christ.

“Shh, Brian,” he said at my broken moan. My stomach clenched at the heat of his breath on my skin. “Let me take care of you.”

Sure.

Like he’d taken care of me for the past two months? Sweaty groping in empty offices after hours and stolen lunches in discount hotels? My own fault for flirting after I caught him checking out my ass once I’d been promoted from data entry to the secretarial pool on the executive floor. My fault for giving into him again and again after my please-fuck-me smile had resulted in me bent over his desk with my Dockers around my ankles that first night in his office.

My fault for mistaking sex for something more.

God knows the girls had tried to warn me. Not that I’d needed office gossip to confirm the wicked glitter in his dark eyes was the mark of a player. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that fucking one of my bosses was every conceivable level of stupid, either.

It hadn’t mattered.

One look from him had wiped every iota of common sense from my skull. And it still did. Evidence A for the prosecution: I was needy, naked and squirming for more under the heavy press of his body when I’d sworn it wouldn’t happen again. When I’d promised to be stronger. That this time, I’d resist.

Two minutes of his kisses under the mistletoe in the break room was all it’d taken to disintegrate my resolve. Even now, writhing and sweating out my arousal, I was proud of that. Two minutes. Not one. Two. I hadn’t crumbled under the first kiss, when his tongue had traced the crease of my lips, or even the next, when his sharp white teeth had nipped my bottom lip the way he knew I liked.

I’d fallen just the same, though. Hard. Like the fat snowflakes that plummeted from the gray sky to blanket the city. I hadn’t spoken a word in protest when he’d guided me from break room to parking lot, nor had I refused the branding warmth of his hand on my thigh as his Laredo had crunched through acres of snow to reach this empty, echoing condo on the other side of town.

I was such an easy slut for him.

And damn it, Leland knew it.

I yipped when he bit down on the tender skin between my thigh and groin. “Stay with me, sweetheart.” His lube-slick fingers dug into my hips like talons to hold me still as I wriggled. “Did you miss me?” He buried his nose in my bush of blond pubic hair and sucked in a deep breath. “I know you did. Tell me you missed me.”

No.

God, no.

I trembled, senses whirling as he rooted through the springy curls to tongue the base of my cock, but no matter the torture of his mouth on my dick, I wouldn’t say it. Not that I needed to. We both knew the truth.

Of course, I’d missed him.

With every beat of my broken heart.

He had not, apparently, broken my dick, though. I fisted my hands in the sheet covering the sparse mattress and groaned out wanton lust as he worked his way up the length of my cock, lips skimming over me so good I fought against his grip to push closer.

“Brian?” he rumbled, voice tight in warning.

Fuck pride.

I didn’t need pride.

I need his mouth on me. “Please.”

He traced delicate circles around the head of my cock.

If he didn’t wrap his lips around me, soon, I’d lose my fucking mind.

“No more dodging my phone calls.” His tongue darted out to lap pre-cum from my slit. “No running away when I look for you at work and when I knock on your apartment door? You’ll damn well open it. When we have problems, we’ll talk them out. No more hiding. Do you understand?”

His hands held me in place, exactly where he wanted me, but my back arched, fiery sparks shooting through my body with each taunting lick. “Jesus!”

He kissed the tip of my dick. “Say ‘Yes, Leland, I understand’ and I’ll suck your brains out through your cock.”

I slammed my head back to the mattress, wiggling in earnest now. “I--We--broke up.”

“And now we’re un-breaking up.” He flashed an evil grin. “Baby, if you didn’t still love me, do you think you’d let me do this?”

He lowered his head.

Wet heat engulfed the head of my cock.

I cried out, my orgasm already tingling at the base of my spine. No. Hell no, I wouldn’t let him suck me if I didn’t still...but he raised his sinful mouth, blowing on my sensitive dick so that I shuddered and groaned anew.

“Tell me you understand, Brian.”

I panted. “I understand Brian.”

He laughed against my dick.

God, I hated his laugh. Loved it. Longed for it. I’d ached for the teasing sparkle in his eyes and dreamed of his smile the two weeks we’d been apart, but I’d missed his low, husky chuckle most of all. “Smartass.” He grinned at me. “Play nice, honey. Or you won’t come for hours.”

He swallowed me down in one gluttonous gulp.

My breath locked in my chest.

My eyes slammed shut.

Holy shit, that was good.

There was no point fighting him; that train had left the station when I’d lapped at the tongue he’d pushed into my mouth in the break room as though he’d offered me a tasty treat. So I didn’t fight it. He’d have his way, as he had so many times before, and I’d let him because no matter that my head shrieked that I shouldn’t--couldn’t--be with him, my dick disagreed and my heart, my poor fool heart, needed him more than I needed my next breath.

His head bobbed over my dick, working me deeper. Jesus H, he scrambled the contents of my skull. The only thing that could light my fuse faster was his tongue in my ass or his cock sliding in and out of... I groaned and his feral moan echoed mine, shivering down my dick to set me on fire. “Leland,” I whimpered, working my hips against his grip and gasping for air, begging him now.

He released my hip, giving me free reign to pump into him. “Oh God, Leland, please.” His throat tightened around me at the same moment his slick finger glided up my crack to tap my hole and I suddenly couldn’t stand it any more. “Fuck, yes. In, in, in.”

His finger thrust inside me, crooking to find my prostate.

I screamed.

I spurted what must’ve been most of my brains down his throat. He licked away my cum--at me--long minutes while my head whirled in the giddy, electrifying chaos.

A second finger joined the first plundering my hole.

I grunted, shifting my hips now to escape his suckling, slurping attention to my over-stimulated cock. Instead, I rocked in time to his pumping fingers to bury him in my ass as far as he could go. Empty. I was so unbearably empty without him.

I shook.

He sucked my spent dick, sending equal measures of pleasure and splintery pain to my balls. “God, you taste sweet.” I whimpered when he deep-throated my softening cock. “Been chugging pineapple juice by the gallon, I bet. You knew I’d chase after you.”

Hoped.

I’d hoped.

But with his fingers in my ass and his mouth punishing my overtaxed dick, all I could do was whine mindlessly.

He pulled off my cock with a rude, wet pop. “I’ll never give this up.” He smiled up at me, his lips obscenely swollen and red. “Never give you up.” His free hand found my balls, kneading them gently. “C’mon, sweetheart. Tell me how much you want me.”

His fingers pegged my prostate, sending insistent jolts of pleasure through my trembling body. “Need...” I tossed my head side to side on the mattress, lost in what he was doing to me. Lost in everything that was our sex--Leland’s musky smell, the silky press of his skin on mine, the wondrous magic of his fingers dancing inside me. “Fuck me, Leland. Missed...” I gritted my teeth. “You.”

His eyebrow arched. He nodded at my prick. “Show me.”

I unknotted my fist from the sheets and reached for my soft, wet cock. I folded my still-tingling dick into my palm and began a mind-blowing, near-painful stroke.

“That’s it, honey. So sexy.” He lifted up to kiss my hip and then he laughed again, the bastard. “God as my witness, I’ll keep you with me all weekend, too fucked out and happy to move anything except your hand on your dick at my say-so.”

I blinked at him.

The weekend?

The whole weekend?

My dick jerked in my grip, stiffening at just the thought of entire days alone with him, but...

What about Leland Whitacre, Senior?

What about the Board that had banned fraternization among employees?

What about my job?

His thrusting fingers nailed my prostate again, shooting a fiery bolt of pleasure from my ass to my dick. I bucked my hips, riding his palm so that his fingers tunneled deeper into my ass.

To hell with it.

Shitty job, anyway.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I chanted, but none of my pleading would sway him. He simply batted my hand away from my cock and wrapped his fingers around me. He stroked me. So hard. So good. My heels dug into the sheets, my toes curling.

His mouth slammed down over mine, his tongue spearing inside. I tasted myself on him, the citrus sweet bite of my spunk flavored with the pineapple juice that--he was right--I’d chugged down every morning for him.

“That’s right, baby. Get hard for me,” he panted against my lips. “I want to watch you come when I’m inside you.”

I lifted my head and kissed him, so hungry for Leland I’d promise him anything. Give him everything. I wrapped my arms around his sweat-slick body and pumped my hips to fuck his fist, mewling into his mouth like a freaking girl as his fingers played wanton and wicked in my ass.

He jerked his mouth away. “Enough.”

I stilled against him only when he reached for the condom.

I, not Leland, ripped the wrapper open and rolled the latex down his beautiful dick. My hands shook so badly, I fumbled the lube.

“If you touch me again, I’ll blow. Let me do it.” He slicked his own cock.

I rolled to my stomach, rising to my knees --

“No.”

Chest heaving, I stared over my shoulder. “Wha--”

“On your back, sweetheart.” He shook his head. “Knees up.”

I gaped at him.

He’d bent me over his desk, the office copier, cheesy motel room beds and once, the front bumper of his Laredo. He’d never fucked me face-to-face, though. Ever.

Then again, he’d never called me sweetheart, baby or honey before, either. “Leland?”

He nudged me to my side. “It’s okay, Brian. Just do what I say.”

My pulse pounded in equal parts arousal and panic as he positioned me as he wanted, flat on my back and staring up at him. I tucked my knees close to my shoulders and held them there. He shifted into place.

My eyelashes drifted down at the kiss of his cock to my hole and I groaned out my mind-shattering relief when he pushed inside. I focused on relaxing my muscles, desperate to take him inside me as fast as I could. Farther. Deeper. The stuttering slide of his cock into my ass settled something in my heart. In my head. “God, I missed you,” I whispered.

He bent low to brush his lips over mine. “Look at me.”

I reluctantly opened my eyes, terrified to see gloating or worse, pity in his stare. But I didn’t. His dark eyes shone with warmth. With--God I was turning into such a girl--something that bordered on adoration. “I missed you, too.”

My throat tightened. I gulped.

Fortunately, Leland saved me from myself by rearing his hips back and fucking his way back into me.

My heart stopped.

I swear I saw stars.

His belly dipped to rub my dick and whatever was left of my mind wiped clean.

“Missed your sweet ass,” Leland said, grunting as he fucked me. “Missed your smell, your taste.” His fingers dug into my hips. “Missed your fuck-me-Leland smile teasing me at work.” My back bowed when he pegged my gland. “Missed your ugly ties and the lousy country crap you play on your iPod. And your car that won’t start.” He rubbed his nose along my jaw as I panted and gasped and groaned. “I missed your stupid jokes.” He skimmed his lips back to mine to kiss me, sweeping his tongue in and out in crude mimic of what his dick was doing to my body so that I quivered and shook, teetering on the edge. “I even missed this.” Another kiss. “Smart.” Playful bite. “Mouth.”

I wailed in protest when he ripped his away, lifting over me to stare down, eyes stark and predatory.

And hot.

Oh my fucking God.

And then he froze.

Just stopped.

That evil son of a bitch!

If I’d had the sense left to cuss him out or deck him, I swear I would’ve, but all I could do was pant and stare. My body throbbed, aching to come. “Leland?”

“Baby, I told you I needed time,” he said on a low snarl that made my body clench like a fist around his cock.

God, I loved it when he looked at me like that, like he’d never get enough of me and would shred any man or woman who dared to keep us apart. Including me. I’d kill him for stopping when I was so close to coming, yeah. That? Asshole maneuver of titanic proportions, but I lived for that look. Possessive. Greedy. His furious glare told me that I truly mattered to him, that I was maybe the only thing that mattered.

My orgasm clawed at the base of my dick, though.

Because Leland staring at me, all growl-y and demanding, was also pretty fucking hot.

“I can’t change corporate policy overnight. Being the owner’s son made it complicated. They called you into personnel to make sure I didn’t sexually harass you; Dad said you cleared me. No flags in my file. Yippee. And Bess told you the Board had voted to rescind our fraternization policy, too. I asked her. Four times. As long as you never work directly under me, we can be together.” He frowned down at me, brows beetled, scowl thunderous. “But you still wouldn’t take my calls.”