Bad Boy Billionaires 3 : The Vegas Shark(28)

Chapter Eight

They fell onto the bed and started to kiss again. This simple act alone took on unusual characteristics for Treston, because most of the men he'd fallen in love with in the past had not been interested in kissing or making out. Most didn't even care about foreplay all that much. The first time Treston had had sex with Harlan Rocks, it lasted all of twenty minutes. And it wouldn't have lasted that long if Harlan had been able to find a condom faster. Being with Chad made Treston wonder if he'd been wasting his time on being in love. He was determined not to fall in love with Chad, and if sex without love could be this good, he might have underestimated it.

As they kissed, Chad explored as much of Treston's body as he could without changing positions. Though Chad kissed gently, he moved his hands with the kind of firmness that made Treston feel as if he'd turned into a soft lump of dough that could be molded into any shape Chad wanted. His arms remained around Chad's shoulders and the most he did was caress the back of Chad's soft, sandy blond head.

After they made out on the bed, Chad got up, lowered the lights, and removed his boxer briefs. They gazed at each other from opposite ends of the bedroom, and Treston got up on his knees in the middle of the bed and slowly removed his clothes while Chad stood there and watched him. When Treston removed his shirt, he noticed the way Chad's eyes went down and how his lips pursed a little. Then Treston took off his shoes and socks and stood up on the bed. When Treston opened his pants and slid them down his smooth legs, he watched Chad bite his bottom lip and clench his fists against his narrow hips just below those adorable lower stomach muscles.

When Treston was naked, he went down on the mattress and climbed under a silky black cover that made his body shiver for a second. He pulled the black cover up to his neck and watched Chad slowly walk toward the bed. Without shoes or socks, Chad seemed to walk on the balls of his feet in an elegant, athletic way. Where most people have a slightly asymmetrical look when they are naked, Chad Pratt's naked body looked perfectly symmetrical. Even at forty-seven years old, there was nothing imperfect about him. Treston had read more than once that part of Chad's success had been a result of the camera loving him. There were directors who'd begged to work with him just because of the magic that happened the moment a camera caught a glimpse of him.




 

 

Chad slowly climbed into bed and pulled the black cover down enough to expose most of Treston's body. He glanced at him and said, "I'll bet you're very successful as a stripper."

Treston moved his hand forward and grabbed Chad's erection. He pulled gently and said, "I have a feeling you'd be even more successful if you decided to strip."

"I'm too old," Chad said. He moved forward on his knees and spread his legs a little. "They only want young stuff like you. That's the only reason I'm with you right now, you know. I wouldn't want to be with a guy my age. I don't like that old skin."

Treston pulled harder. He wanted Chad in bed, under the cover and on top of him. He smiled and said, "Shut up, get under the cover with me, and wrap that old skin around me. I haven't had this much fun in a long time and I'm not going to waste a minute of it."

Chad smiled and settled himself in the middle of the bed so he would be up against Treston. Before Treston could even pull the cover up, Chad started kissing him again and they wound up making out in each other's arms even longer than the first time. Nothing was rushed about it; they moved slowly and continued to joke around with each other the same way they'd been joking all night. They shared a natural connection and seemed to be able to say anything to each other without it sounding offensive. Chad told Treston he had the kind of soft body dirty old men liked to take advantage of. He even laughed and said that if Treston gained a little weight and his ass got fat, men would still want to fuck him senseless. Treston knew he was joking and he laughed with him. If anyone other than Chad had made a comment like this, he would have been offended. Treston got in a few shots of his own as well. At one point, while his legs were spread and Chad was exploring a soft spot between his legs, he gently bit Chad's shoulder, inhaled his clean masculine scent, and said, "That old skin really tastes good. I can't wait to taste that old dick. I hear there's nothing like a dick that's almost a half-century old."

Chad laughed and took no offense. He seemed to know Treston was only joking around, too. He grabbed the back of Treston's head. "If you like old dick, I've got just the thing for you." Then he pushed Treston's head under the covers and shoved Treston's face between his legs.

The second Treston's lips met the head of Chad's dick, Treston opened his mouth and sucked him in so fast Chad's legs shuddered. Although Treston had sucked bigger, thicker dicks, and he'd blown men of all ages in his line of work, what Chad had between his legs tasted so good and fit so well in Treston's mouth he could have remained with his head under the covers for the rest of the night. He licked slowly and took his time examining every inch. With each breath he took he inhaled Chad's scent and waited to exhale. The man even smelled perfect: a spicy cross between musky aftershave and damp linen. It was a nice change of pace after the bitter smell he'd never complained about between Harlan's legs. When he sucked Chad's balls, he stroked him gently at the same time. He became so intoxicated with everything that was so wonderful about this man, he stopped paying attention to Chad's reactions and almost got him off with his mouth under the covers. He wouldn't have minded. He wanted to taste him and he wanted to please him.