both on the ground next to the bike.
Land was staring at him with wide eyes. “You
live here?”
“For the time being,” Payson replied, not
interested in explaining his nomadic lifestyle right
then. “Come here.” He couldn’t hide the growl in
his words as his excitement built. Time to
implement my plan.
Payson slipped his hand around Land’s slender
waist and pulled him forward, practically spilling
the rather uncoordinated man onto his lap. Perfect!
Sliding his arms around Land’s back, Payson
cupped his head and urged it even further down
so he could capture the man’s lips.
Leaning against the tank of his bike, Payson
enjoyed having the human sprawled on top of him
as he explored Land’s mouth. He tasted faintly of
mint, probably from toothpaste or gum, and under
that was male and some natural ginger spice.
Payson growled, wanting more. He delved his
tongue deep, twining it with Land’s, getting a
whimper and shudder from Land for his effort. He planted his feet on the ground for leverage
and rocked his hips up, rubbing his erection
against Land’s trapped rod. Land moaned and
jerked. Payson ended the kiss and tilted his head
so he could see his human’s face. He continued rocking his hips, enjoying the friction and mewls
of pleasure coming from his soon-to-be lover. The flush of arousal made Land’s cheeks glow
in the low lights. His heavily lidded eyes were out
of focus as he panted through slightly parted lips.
Land’s grip on Payson’s shoulders tightened then
relaxed.
All the signs pointed to Land’s imminent
orgasm, and Payson really wanted to see that. He
wanted to cause this human to fall apart in his
arms. He palmed Land’s globes and squeezed the
mounds. That got a very nice little gasp from
Land. Payson grinned. On his next thrust up, he
pulled Land’s ass down, making the friction
harder, more urgent.
Land squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered,
“Wait…oh…I…ugh!”
Payson watched with satisfaction as Land’s jaw
sagged open, his eyes rolled into the back of his
head, and his body tensed, then jerked. Land let
out a long, low keening sound and the scent of his
cum filled the air.
The sights, sounds, and smells went straight to
Payson’s balls, pulling them tight to his body.
Shock filled him when he realized it’d take very
little for him to come, too. Never one to deny his
pleasure, Payson rocked up once, twice more and
let out a grunt of satisfaction as his dick unloaded. As bliss pinged through his system, he lounged against his bike’s tank and hummed. After a good thirty seconds, Payson finally pulled himself together enough to nuzzle Land’s neck and stroke his palms down his lover’s back. “Mm, that was nice,” Payson murmured against Land’s sweatdampened temple. “Let’s go in and I’ll get those strawberries I promised you.”
Chapter Three
Land followed Payson into the house. House, ha! This is a fucking mansion! Who on earth is this Payson guy? And why am I going along with
whatever he says like a puppy following his master? He couldn’t believe he’d actually texted his sister and told her he was ditching with a guy. And before his first drink, even!
Payson stopped in a kitchen that was large enough to feed an army. Surprisingly, it had a lived in feel. There were a couple of dirty coffee mugs in the sink, crumbs near the toaster, and the glass coffee carafe was half full.
“Coming in your pants isn’t real comfortable. Do you want me to get you a pair of sweats to change into or do you prefer your lover to clean you up?” Payson asked, giving him a quick glance before opening a pantry and pulling out a bottle of white rum. From the refrigerator, he grabbed a bottle of club soda and a covered bowl.
“Uh,” Land’s brain shut down. Exactly how experienced was Payson to just say that as if it were nothing.
At his unintelligible sound, Payson finally looked at him fully. Payson smiled, and to Land’s surprise, it wasn’t mocking in the least. In fact, it actually looked heated, like Payson wanted to go another round. Land’s penis twitched, as if it too wanted to play again.
“Oh, I think I’ll clean you myself,” Payson crooned, his eyelids dropping to half-mast in a look that almost appeared feral. “Let me just get a few things.”
Land stood rooted to the spot in shock. He didn’t understand this guy at all. Was this how hook-ups normally acted? Maybe he should let Payson know he’d never done this before. Before he could come to a decision, Payson placed a pair of tumblers on the counter full of a slightly greenhued liquid.