Trey shouted at the top of his lungs. “This is fucking awesome!” The wind whipped against his face as the houses along the dark street zoomed past them and the powerful, seductive purr of tires on asphalt reverberated within him. Tonight, he was alive.
“Hold on tight,” Denzel said. His friend was sitting in front of him driving the motorcycle. Trey wrapped his arms around the man, pressed himself closer to him. Denzel was warm, even as the cold air cut into Trey’s cheek, blowing the other man’s rich masculine scent his way.
He wanted to wrap himself around the man since the first time he’d laid eyes on him. He’d desired Denzel and his lean body, his perfect abs, and his devious smile that went so well with the twinkle in his dark eyes. If it weren’t for Henry waiting for him at home…
“Go faster!” Trey shouted, hoping the thrill of the speed would chase those thoughts away. It’s the alcohol, he told himself.
The engine roared again as Denzel complied. Buildings, street lights,and neon signs flashed by them. Denzel gave every speed limit sign a big fat Fuck You, and Trey was loving it, feeling the adrenaline level rise higher, higher, until it was almost too much. It was moments like these that he lived for.
He was drunk on excitement when their ride came to an end. Denzel stopped the machine in front of an old apartment complex. “You can let go now,” he said.
Trey laughed. “What if I don’t want to?”
Denzel took off his helmet, shook out his medium length hair. “Stop teasing.” His voice had something sharp to it that made Trey let go and step off the bike.
“What’ll you do if I don’t?” he said, letting his hand run over the smooth blue metal of the motorcycle. He wasn’t sure why he was doing this, provoking the other man, when he knew he shouldn’t. Henry said it would be the death of him someday, always going further than he should, seeking the next rush.
Denzel got off the bike and locked eyes with him. Trey’s cock stirred in his pants under the intensity of the other man’s gaze. He swallowed and took his helmet off, put it aside, breaking eye-contact.
“Want to know what I’ll do?” Denzel said, voice low. “Why don’t you come in with me and find out?”
Trey looked at the apartment complex, noticing for the first time that he didn’t know where their ride had taken them. He was going to call this off, when the other man opened his mouth again.
“I dare you.”
Those words were his undoing. Defiantly, he glared back at Denzel. He backed up against the bike when the other man closed in on him. “I’m betting you,” Denzel said, eyes boring into him, “if you let me start, you won’t make me stop.”
Trey held his gaze. “I’ll take that bet.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth that Denzel grabbed his hand and dragged him into the house.
The apartment door closed, and Denzel pinned Trey against it with his hips. Trey inhaled sharply as the other man pressed into him, instantly speeding up his heart rate. “You can’t wait, huh?” he said, trying to be nonchalant.
Denzel leaned in to his ear, the tiny stubble on his cheek rubbed against the side of Trey’s face. “You can’t tell me you don’t want this as much as I do.” His voice came low, a deep rumble that resonated in Trey’s chest as teeth grazed his earlobe. Predator.
“No.” Denzel grabbed both of his hands, held them up over his head and finally claimed Trey’s mouth with his own, running his tongue across his lips. Feeling defiant, Trey kept his mouth closed, despite the strong urge to open up. He wanted to free his hands, but the other man held him in place easily, and when he brushed against his body trying to get free,it only made him hornier. Thoughts invaded his mind, of being held, fucked, dominated, used by that man. He recoiled at the images even as his cock strained against his pants.
He’d never known himself to be into that.
And yet, the strong hands on his wrists, Denzel’s firm body locking him in place, sent a strange sense of thrill coursing through him. He was a sucker for thrills. Involuntarily, he moaned and Denzel dipped his tongue inside. Trey’s eyes fluttered closed as the world became smaller around him, reduced to the sensation of the other man’s tongue against his. He shouldn’t be doing it, but it was so fucking good and his reservations slipped away.
Denzel broke the kiss far too soon. “You want this,” he repeated, his mouth so close to his ear that Trey almost believed it was his own mind telling him to let go, hand himself over to the other man. Trey kept his eyes closed, his mind was in overdrive. Denzel grabbed Trey’s hands in one of his, and used his free one to trace two fingers over Trey’s cheek to his jaw, before gripping it firmly. “Look at me,” he said sharply.
Trey complied, while he stared into Denzel’s dark eyes, the other man kissed him again. Trey opened his mouth immediately, hungrily. The way Denzel’s tongue lapped and teased his, pushing into his mouth and taking complete control, robbed him of every conscious thought. He forgot himself, lost, wanting, and needing more. Denzel pulled back suddenly, and Trey almost whined at the loss.
“You want me.”
Oh God Yes.
Denzel’s gaze was intense, lighting a fire inside of Trey. Desire shone in the other man’s eyes as they ran all over his body, finally locking with his. Denzel ran a thumb over Trey’s bottom lip, never breaking eye contact. “Say it.”
Trey knew if he did, Denzel would take him, own him for the night – and in the morning they would never talk of it again. His lips parted. “Fuck me.”
Denzel wasted no time in taking him up on the offer. Their bodies pressed close together. Trey’s mouth opened in silent gasps as Denzel’s thighs rubbed against the growing bulge in his pants. Denzel’s rough lips closed over his, shutting him up. A hand pulled up his shirt, raking fingers over his skin, touching, and twisting his nipples sharply. Trey almost bit down on the other man’s tongue as shivers chased down his spine. He needed more action, more friction…he needed more.
As if hearing his thoughts, Denzel let his large hand wander down to the bulge in Trey’s pants and groped his erection through the tightened fabric. Trey bucked his hips, unable to stop himself, not wanting to stop himself. The other man’s hardness pressing against his leg only heightened his excitement. It had been far too long since he’d last gotten laid.
Denzel looked down into his eyes. “Ready for some cock?”
Trey took a deep breath, desire washing through him. Denzel smelled of oil and male sweat and he found the mix intoxicating. “More than ready.”
Denzel made him turn around, pressing his face against the door. An image of his boyfriend crossed Trey’s mind, but then he thought of all he’d given up for the man, and all the big fat nothing he got in return, and he spread his legs. Denzel unbuckled Trey’s belt and pulled down his pants just far enough for two strong hands to grasp his naked butt cheeks. “Lookin’ good,” Denzel whispered, before biting down on Trey’s neck. Trey gasped, balled his hands into fists at the sudden pulse of need. His cock was fully erect and straining against the rough wood of the door. Denzel grabbed it, pumped once, twice and kissed the spot that he’d bitten. A shuddered breath left Trey and Denzel let go of his cock.
Trey couldn’t morn the loss before something prodded against his anus, pushed inside and spread him open. He moaned, letting his forehead fall against the door. Denzel had started with two fingers and it burned, but it burned so good.
“Didn’t know you could be such a slut,” Denzel said.
Denzel grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. “Mhm…” His murmur was a hot stream of air down Trey’s neck. “Think you can tell me what to do?” Denzel yanked on his hair, scissored the fingers inside of him and a sharp sensation shot through Trey, made his cock twitch. A third finger entered him and Trey moved against Denzel, away from him, caught between pain and pleasure and craving both. He had never felt anything like this before.
The fingers left him and then Denzel let go of his hair, too. Trey took a deep breath and supported himself against the door with his arms. The sound of a zipper let him know what was to come. He braced himself, but nothing could have prepared him for the moment Denzel thrust his thick hot cock into him. A strangled moan fell from his lips at the powerful sparks of pleasure that ripped through his body as Denzel buried himself deep inside of him.
The other man started to move before Trey could get too comfortable, hips slamming against his ass with smacking sounds that almost drowned out both their grunts and moans. Almost.
“Harder,” Trey demanded. His fingernails scratched against the wood, searching in vain for something to hold onto as his body trembled with the mind-wrecking new sensations. Denzel’s fingers dug into his hips, held him close as his hard cock pounded into him relentlessly. His breathing was loud and heavy in his ears.
Trey rested his head on one arm, led his free hand to his own throbbing cock – only to have it slapped away by Denzel.
“You come when I make you.” The voice was a low growl – and the words almost enough to make him come right there.
“Then make me.”
Denzel’s hand squeezed around his cock, gave him a long, hard stroke.
“More.” Trey panted, growing closer. He was at the point of no return when the other man complied, stroking him, kept fucking him – and finally made him tumble over the edge. He came hard, almost screaming, as the other man’s cum sprayed warmly against his insides.
Denzel held his shuddering body, milked him dry, and then whispered this into his ear: “You lost the bet. That should give you something to think about.” With that he let go.
Trey kept standing against the door, trying to find himself again in the buzzing mess of his mind. As the rush ebbed away and he stood with traces of cum running down his still naked ass cheeks, he thought that he had never felt so dirty in his life.
More troubling than that, though, was the certainty that he’d do it again.
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