No Good Deed - Marie Sexton Page 0,35

breathing.”

He continued massaging—up Jonas’s sides to his shoulders, down his spine to his ass, from his ass to his cock, as if drawing every bit of anxiety out of him. Sides to shoulders, spine to ass, ass to cock, soft and steady. Sides. Shoulders. Spine.

Ass. Cock.

Over and over and over. Jonas’s breathing slowly escalated, until the anticipation of that caress had him whimpering, precum dripping from his tip.

Only then did Charlie change it up.

He added a generous amount to Jonas’s entrance, then applied more to Jonas’s cock. Jonas had to fight not to come as Charlie worked his cock. The intensity was a shock, and Jonas fought to stay as relaxed as he’d been, letting Charlie stroke him.

“Christ, Jonas. I could do this all night.”

Jonas only whimpered. It was all he could do. It felt like heaven, and yes, at that moment, he thought maybe he could do this for hours—simply lie here, limp as a rag doll, while Charlie gave him pleasure.

Something firm pushed against his rim. Not Charlie’s cock. Jonas couldn’t see it, but it wasn’t flesh. He was so calm and relaxed, and Charlie had used plenty of lube. The toy slid right in without him even having to think about it. It was thick, several inches long—somewhere between a plug and a dildo—filling him pleasantly, gently nudging his prostate, and Jonas sighed happily.

Charlie resumed his routine. Up Jonas’s sides, down his spine to his ass. Up his sides, down to his ass. Up his sides, down to his ass. The fourth time, one hand nudged the plug while the other slipped down Jonas’s erect cock, stroking him several times before the cycle started again. Sides, shoulders, spine, ass.

The softest nudge inside him.

A few gentle strokes of his cock.

Side, shoulders, spine, ass.

The movement of the plug.

Then Charlie’s hand, milking Jonas’s cock until he was almost ready to come.

Then Charlie pulled back and started all over again.

Sides. Shoulders. Spine. Ass.

Sides. Shoulders. Spine. Ass.

Sides. Shoulders. Spine. Ass.

Plug.

Cock.

Plug, cock.

Cock, cock, cock, until Jonas tensed, ready to climax.

“Keep breathing,” Charlie murmured as he started the cycle again.

It all blended together, luring Jonas from his sense of contentment to one of desperation. Driving him from exhaustion to desire.

“Daddy, please,” he whispered.

“What is it you want?”

Jonas didn’t know. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but lie there and feel.

“Oh, God,” he moaned.

“Breathe.”

Charlie’s hands slid again up his back, and Jonas shivered, so torn between arousal and comfort, he didn’t know what he wanted to happen next. Charlie could have done anything to him—could have fucked him long and hard, or continued this exquisite torture, or left him to fall happily asleep—every option sounded exquisite. He couldn’t wait to come, but he wanted this slow, sweet pleasure to go on forever.

Anything would have been perfect.

Anything, except for the front door slamming open.

“Charlie,” Gray shouted from the living room. “You here?”

Jonas groaned into the hand-knitted bedspread. “I wish I had enough energy to strangle him.”

Charlie laughed. “You stay right here. We’re nowhere near done.”

Charlie didn’t bother covering himself up. If Gray was going to come barging in, he’d have to deal with it. Besides, it wasn’t like they’d never seen each other naked before. At least his erection had mostly gone down by the time he found Gray digging a beer out of the fridge.

Gray turned to face him and fell back a step. “Whoa. Did I interrupt something?”

Charlie looked down at his leather vest and chaps, his cock hanging loose. “No, I always dress this way when I’m home alone.”

Gray laughed. “Guess I should have called first.”

“We’ve been friends for twenty-three years and you’re just now figuring that out?”

“Twenty-three years. Is that all?” Gray popped the top off his beer and took a drink. He gestured to Jonas’s computer and digital drawing tablet on the table. “Did you get a new laptop?”

Charlie was glad the regular sketchbooks were out of sight. Those might have tipped Gray off as to Jonas’s identity. “It belongs to my guest.”

“Oh, right. You got him tied up back there?”

“Something like that, yeah.”

Gray grinned. “Fantastic. Nothing he can do if I take a little peek, right?”

Charlie headed him off, holding up his hand to stop him. “You’re married now, remember?”

Gray held his hands up, all mock innocence. “I’m only gonna look. Not touch.”

“You’re not doing either.”

“Why not? Is he that bashful?”

“We haven’t reached the ‘my best friend’s going to harass you while you’re naked’ stage of our relationship.”

“Fair enough.” Gray turned to pull a kitchen towel off the oven handle

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