Narrowing his eyes, Yuta stood, his hands balling into fists. “So you think all I want to do is use you?”
“You just admitted as much.”
“And I thought Toruhiko was wrong about you being a selfish bastard.”
Cursing under his breath, Yuta snatched up his bag and started toward the door. He was slipping back into his shoes when Taro grabbed him by the arm.
“Let go of me.” Yuta shot Taro a furious look over his shoulder. “I didn’t come here for this shit.”
“Why else did you bother coming to my apartment?” Taro returned the glare. “Admit it; you just wanted to get some dirt for your exposé.”
Yuta tossed his bag to the floor and twisted around. He grabbed the front of Taro’s shirt and yanked him forward. Instead of slugging the jerk like he’d planned, Yuta clamped his mouth over Taro’s, devouring the man’s lips in a burning kiss.
To his surprise, Taro responded, kissing him back, tangling his fingers in his hair, shoving him back against the wall and pressing his larger, heavier body against Yuta’s slightly smaller frame. The kisses were fierce, almost frightening to Yuta in their intensity, but he continued until they were both out of breath.
Taro rested his forehead against Yuta’s, his breath moist and hot on the younger man’s face. The continued pressure of his body made Yuta’s temperature rise and his cock swell to aching proportions. It was almost as an afterthought that he realized Taro was as aroused as he was.
The pronounced hardness rubbing at his hip caused Yuta’s breath to hitch in his throat. He wrapped his arms around Taro’s waist, bringing their lower bodies together as he shifted his stance. Their cocks touched through the fabric of their clothes and pressed tight, both organs hard enough to shove against the other without giving way.
A moan slipped out of Yuta. He pitched his hips forward, rubbing himself over the front of Taro’s erection. It felt good, his cock throbbing with each thrust as it strained against the zipper of his slacks. Before he knew what he was doing, Yuta’s hands cupped Taro’s rear, kneading the firm muscles in time with the slow rocking motion of his hips.
“I’ll stop if you want me to,” Yuta whispered, voice embarrassingly hoarse. He cursed himself for not having had better self-control in the first place. Even so, his body never stopped grinding against Taro’s. Desire had him on autopilot.
In response, Taro pushed him back against the wall and captured his lips in another scorching kiss. Yuta whimpered into Taro’s mouth as the older man’s large palm slid between them. Strong and agonizingly slow, Taro’s hand stroked down the hard length of Yuta’s erection. The sensation was too much for Yuta to resist, his body screaming for release after having had none for longer than he could remember. On the upward stroke, he came with a violent shudder, cum jetting from his rigid cock as he gave a short cry. Quickly, he turned his head to avoid Taro’s eyes. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Taro whispered, his lips skimming Yuta’s ear before he dropped to his knees on the circular Persian rug.
Another wordless sound of desire came out of Yuta when Taro rubbed against his still-rigid cock. Wetness seeped through the khaki fabric of his slacks, and Yuta sucked in a shuddering breath as Taro pulled down the zipper. His erect penis sprang free, the rounded, flushed head almost plum in color and oozing precum.
Taro blew over the tip, sending a wave of pleasure spiraling through Yuta and leaving him without breath again. “Oh, God,” he moaned when the older man took him gently in his mouth. Using slow, deliberate motions of tongue and jaw, Taro began to lick him clean.
Panting, Yuta leaned back against the wall for support as his knees started to shake. Taro’s tongue flicked across the hard shaft and lapped at the creamy residue of cum along the underside.
“God, you taste good.” Taro’s warm breath blew across the sensitive skin, sending another rush of blood straight to the tip of Yuta’s cock. The organ twitched as Taro slid his lips over the swollen head. “You’re so sensitive,” he murmured.
A groan worked its way out of Yuta from deep within his chest. “It’s been a very, very
long time.” He whimpered, echoing Taro’s sentiments from earlier.
“For us both.” Taro took Yuta into his mouth again.
Gasping as his penis filled the hot, wet depth, Yuta squeezed his eyes shut. The edge of Taro’s teeth slid over the top and underside, the sensation shooting straight up through Yuta’s body in a burst of pleasure. His back arched away from the wall and he rested both hands on the back of Taro’s head.
Dangerously close to fucking Taro’s mouth, Yuta hunched forward. “You’re going to make me come again.” He meant it as a warning, but from the tone of his voice it sounded more like a plea.
Taro pulled slowly back, his lips and tongue stroking the sensitive flesh the entire way. Yuta straightened a bit and gazed down to watch the older man lick his full lips then give him an almost superior smile.
“Anticipation is the best part, Yuta-kun.” With that, he stood and strolled over to pick up the wine bottle and glasses, then headed back toward the bedroom.
Yuta sank back against the wall. This was not what he’d planned. All he’d wanted to do was talk to Taro, to find out why he’d thrown his career away. This was a complication he didn’t want or need.
And God help him, it was a temptation he couldn’t resist.
“What am I doing?” he asked himself with a moan. Below his abdomen, his pink, erect cock showed no sign of softening. Not after Taro’s achingly slow and well-practiced tongue bath had almost brought him to the brink again.
Pushing off the wall, Yuta tugged down his pants. The clothing was drenched in semen, and the heated blush that spread across Yuta’s face traveled all the way down to his sex. “Shit,” he swore softly, his inexperience splattered all over his pants. But to feel that mouth wrapped around his cock again, or anywhere else for that matter…
Anne Cain & Barbara Sheridan