An ache veined down through Angel’s arms as he strained to hold himself up against Byrd’s hard, urgent fucking. When the man got wilder, more forceful, Angel dropped down to his elbows, his head ducked between his arms, choking on his cries. Byrd shoved him all the way down and went at him almost frantically. The guy had no doubt had his fantasies about fucking another guy, but Angel suspected this might his first time actually going through with it, for he seemed to have no control.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck!” Byrd panted and grunted, his strong, damp, hot body crushing Angel against the mattress as he bounced his cock balls deep into his ass, again and again. When the orgasm gripped him, his thrusts turned shorter, more erratic, disjointed as his breath broke and fell out of him in shuddered grunts and gasps, his hips humping wildly against Angel’s ass cheeks. A strangled wail tore up his throat when he blew his wad. He kept on fucking him, unloading more and more cum inside him.
When he was finally empty, he lay against Angel’s back, hot breath blasting Angel’s damp skin. “Oh that was so worth the fifty bucks.” He panted hard. “You can be sure this is where I’m going to be spending my hard earned money from now on.”
Angel buried his face in his arms, biting his lip to suppress the sobs as hot tears seeped into the sleeping bag. Was there no end to his living hell?
Chapter Eleven
Serenity
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change…courage to change the things I can, Horatio stared down into his wine glass, “And wisdom to know the difference.”
“That’s from the Serenity prayer.” Horatio glanced up from the bed where he lounged naked beneath the silk sheet, and gazed at the young man emerging from the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist. His youthful body glistened with droplets of water, his black hair wet and glossy, slightly messed from being towel dried. He smiled and his emerald eyes seemed to glow with life. “My mom taught that to me and my younger brother when we were kids.”
Horatio had found him on the beaches of Cancun, vacationing with some college buddies. When he’d passed him during a stroll down the beach, it had been like stepping back in time and meeting Max’s younger self face to face; ebony black hair, green eyes, body of the gods. At first glance, Horatio had determined to admire the young man from a distance, but when he’d turned to watch him walk on down the sand–the guy was looking back at him as well. An exchange of smiles, an introduction and shake of hands, and the next thing he knew–the kid was on top of him in his hotel room, riding him into sexual bliss.
The kid flopped on the bed beside him and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. “This room must cost a mint.”
Horatio shrugged and sipped his wine. “All I have is money.” He murmured. “Might as well live in luxury.”
“I take it you travel a lot.”
Sighing, Horatio nodded and raised the glass to his lips yet again. “As much as I possibly can. I spend more time in my private jet than I do on the ground.”
“Private jet?” The guy twisted onto his side and propped on his elbow. “No shit? You have your own jet?”
“Yeah.” Horatio chuckled at his wonderment. It was easy to forget that the things he took for granted were luxuries far beyond the reach of the average human being.
“Wow.” Seth shook his head and turned onto his back again, laughing low. “Your life must be amazing.”
Swirling his glass slowly, Horatio whispered, “It should be.”
“I can’t imagine flying on a private jet.”
Horatio looked at him. “Would you like to?”
“What?” Seth asked.
“Fly on my jet.”
He sat up and cocked his eyebrows. “Are you serious?”
Smiling, Horatio leaned over and kissed him softly. “I am.”
Seth licked the kiss from his lips. “I’m here with my friends.” He said, somewhat dejectedly. “We planned this trip together. I guess I would be a shit to walk out on them.”
“Fuck, bring them along.”
An uncertain smile curved the boy’s lips. “For real?”
Horatio shrugged. “Sure, why not?” he smiled. “I’ll take you anywhere in the world you and your friends want to go. All-expense paid trip.”
“Why…would you do that?” Seth asked, puzzled.
“I told you, all I have is money, and time.” He gazed at the kid. “I don’t have anything else. Might as well share the wealth.” He cupped Seth’s neck and drew him into a strong kiss. “And too–you’re great in bed. I’m not sure I’m ready to let you go just yet.”