Brainy and the Beast (8 page)

“Let’s take it a step at a time, Nicholas. How about that?” He cupped the back of my skull, urging me forward.

I took him inside, his girth exciting me. I loved the feel of a cock stretching my lips, pushing on my tongue. Closing around him, I sucked the head, taking my time. I liked to explore a guy, see what turned him on, see what his hot spots were.

Henry sighed, his hands dropping to my shoulders. He seemed content with my pace, and I rewarded him by taking him deeper, my tongue pressing against his vein. I bobbed back and forth a bit, loving the slide inside my mouth. He moaned as I let my hand continue to jack him, and I swear I heard his breath catch as I used my other hand to massage his balls. They were nicely sized, a bit furry, and they tightened up some as Henry got more excited.

I spread my knees to ease the pressure on my own dick, then gasped around Henry’s cock as I felt his toes gently nudge my balls. I swallowed the saliva in my mouth, and Henry groaned as my lips tightened on him. He pushed a little deeper, and I let him. In fact, I set one hand back on his hip to grip his ass, and I pulled him closer.

His hands cupped my skull again, and now he started to guide me forward and back. I could still move my head, but I let him lead. It was getting me hotter to know that he’d taken charge. He pushed farther inside.

“Okay?”

I tried to nod, and it must have been enough, because his fingers caressed my cheek again. “Good boy.”

That phrase went right to my gut, making my belly clench. What the hell? I’d never been one of those guys who was looking for a daddy, but Henry’s praise was getting me hotter. I tried to take him even deeper, but when he hit the back of my throat, I couldn’t stop my gag reflex. I pulled off immediately.

“Easy, Nicholas. Just try a little at a time.” Henry’s soothing voice relaxed me. I moved forward and spread my knees even wider. He began toeing my balls again, and I could feel my cock leaking inside my pants. “Why don’t you take your dick out? Play with yourself while you suck me.”

Jesus
. That command made me even hotter. I couldn’t get my zipper jerked open fast enough. I got one hand around myself while I held on to his hip for balance. I sucked harder while I tried to use the precum leaking from my cock to lubricate it as I tugged.

The combination of blowing him while I jerked myself off was speeding me toward orgasm fast. His fingers were tight in my hair, and he was pushing himself inside, over and over. Every few strokes he went deeper, just enough to make me feel helpless; then he’d back off right away.

“That’s it. Take me. Take me deeper.” Henry grunted as I complied. “Tug yourself off. Make yourself come.”

At that, I pulled faster and sucked harder. He used the top of his foot to press against my balls, and that firm pressure had me gasping. I resisted the hold he had in my hair, and Henry eased his fingers back.

“Gonna… I’m gonna…” Sitting on my heels, I yanked on my cock. With my other hand, I scooped my balls out of the opening of my pants, pressing and pulling on them. I did like the edge of pain when I played. Henry’s dick was wet and gleaming in the firelight, and I opened my mouth again, wanting to suck on it. I couldn’t, though, since I was gasping for breath.

He began jacking himself as he watched me. “You’re almost there. A little bit more. Pinch your nipples.”

Face burning, I complied.

He looked down at me. “Harder.”

God, how did he know? I squeezed my little tit tighter, twisting it as I masturbated.

Henry reached down and grabbed my other nipple, and that was all it took. I shot, spurting on my hand and my pants. I moaned, a long-drawn-out sound that trailed off to a sigh as I finished. My hands fell to my thighs, and I stared blearily up at Henry as he began pulling his own dick faster.

“I want to come on your face.”

His words could get me hotter than the best Internet porn, I swear. I nodded, lifting my chin in answer.

Grunting again, Henry stepped closer. “I’ve pictured you in your garage coveralls, bent over the engine of my car. I’ve imagined stepping behind you, ripping them down your body, stuffing you with my cock.” His dick was really leaking now. “Do you like the sound of that, Nicholas? Does that appeal to you?” He was panting, his mouth open just the smallest bit.

I reached up and cupped his balls in the palm of my hand. “Yeah. Yeah, it does.” The thought of doing it at my garage was way hot. And maybe a teensy bit kinky, but I didn’t care.

“I want to do it while the engine is running, so you feel the vibration on your dick, in your balls. I’d use the big Buick, spread you wide.”

God. He was getting me hard again. I wouldn’t have thought that was possible this fast. I flexed my hips, and I could feel my hole spasm in need. “Yes. Yes.” I squeezed his balls lightly, pulling them. “Come on. Come on, Doc.”

Stiffening, his head going back, Henry shot his load. The white globs landed on my chin, my cheek, and my shirt. I was covered in cum, and I reveled in the feeling, my hips continuing to thrust.

With a gusty sigh, Henry sagged over me, his hands coming back to my shoulders for balance. “Good God, Nicholas. That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

I nuzzled his forearm, rubbing my cheek against the skin there. “Uh-huh.”

We stayed there like that for a few moments; then Henry reached a hand down. “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom where we’ll be more comfortable?”

“Great idea.” I sighed again as he tugged me to my feet. With my dick hanging out of my pants and cum all over me, I probably looked like a refugee from a whorehouse. I carefully tucked my guy back inside, then took off my shirt to wipe my face.

“Pity.” Henry was watching me. “I was thinking we could leave you like that all night.”

I grinned even as I could feel myself blushing. “Kind of messy, don’t you think?” I rubbed my cheek again with my shirt. Felt like I’d missed a spot.

“The good news is that I have a nice, big bathroom where we can get you all cleaned up again.” Henry closed the screen on the fire, picked up his brandy, then led the way to his bedroom.

We passed a formal dining space on the left and turned down a short hallway to a door that was standing open. His bedroom was large, looking out over the back of the house, with tall windows that showcased the view. It was pretty dark outside, but there were several locations with accent lighting, so I could see a number of garden areas. What was in them, though, I couldn’t tell.

The king-size bed had a dark-green velvet cover on it, without a wrinkle in sight. There were pillows that matched but not too many. Facing the bed was another fireplace, with a flat screen hung above.

Henry took another sip of his brandy, then set it down on the mantel. He touched a button on a remote, and the fire came on.

“Whoa. Cool.”

“Mm-hmm.” Henry pushed into my personal space. “I like the electric unit here in the bedroom. It’s so much easier and looks like the real thing.” He took the wadded-up shirt I still held and laid it on the upholstered chair near the doorway. My T-shirt was tugged from my waistband, and I obediently raised my arms. “Why don’t you join me in the shower, and we’ll get cleaned up?”

“Yeah. Um, you want to get the water started?” I fingered the fastener on my pants as I smiled at Henry.

“Shy, Nicholas?” He ran a finger along my cheekbone. “All right.” With a half smile, he strolled to the bathroom behind us.

I took my phone out of my pants. Quickly flicking it open, I texted my dad.
B back in am.

I didn’t need Henry knowing my dad lived with me. It made me sound like one of those losers who couldn’t get a job and had to live with his parents.
Guh.

“Nicholas?”

“Coming.” At least, I had plans to be doing that again real soon. I shucked the rest of my clothes.

The bathroom was big, just like Henry had said. The tiles on the floor were large, toast-colored squares, and the shower was all glass. I spotted what looked like a Jacuzzi in the corner, and the long counter was a granite that kind of matched the floor.

A gorgeously naked Henry stood next to the glass, and my mouth watered. “Christ.” His long body had ropy muscles that he couldn’t possibly have gotten working in an office all day. He had caramel-colored body hair, not too much, stretched across his chest and belly, and his muscled thighs were dusted with it. “You run or something?” Responding to the quirking of his fingers, I moved toward him.

“Hmm?” He pulled open the hinged shower door. Steam was rising from the multiple showerheads spouting water.

“Your body. Looks like a runner’s.” I reached for one arm, fingers curling around the firm biceps. “And this”—I squeezed the muscle—“you didn’t get in your lab.”

He stepped under the spray, pulling me with him. “True. I try to use the running trails at Renton whenever I can. And there’s an indoor track too.” He tilted his head under the water, and I watched it run down his face, along his collarbones, and over his pectorals.

“Grant looked you up on the net. That woman at the soccer game said you were on the cover of some magazine.” I was picturing him on the cover of
GQ.

Closing his eyes for a second, Henry smiled wryly. “Ah, yes. That.”

“You’re sure enough sexy for the cover of a magazine.” I moved in closer so that our dicks bumped, the heads rubbing softly in the steamy wetness. “But I was kind of surprised that you’d be on one. You know?”

With a husky chuckle, Henry took hold of my ass and pulled me in tight. “Thank you, Nicholas. I appreciate the thought. But it was the cover of
Out
magazine, and I did it because my department head asked me. Some tripe about showcasing our diversity. Dr. Manfred was maneuvering for a promotion at the time.” Henry rolled his eyes, then lowered his lids to stare at me. “Believe me, it wasn’t my choice.”

The look was way sexy. I slipped my arms around him, running my hands up his back. “Yeah? Why? You get a lot of guys calling you now?”

Snorting—even though it was fussy Henry, that was definitely a snort—he pushed the fingers of one hand into my crease. “Miranda has been driven crazy with the messages delivered by that smarmy receptionist on our floor.” He pressed a fingertip against my hole, and I gasped.

“May-maybe you could…ungh…sign a copy of the magazine for me.” That was me, ever the smart mouth. Couldn’t shut up even with the sexiest guy ever poking my ass. “And I kind of think that Brad wants to get in Miranda’s pants.”

Henry lowered his chin to meet my eyes. “Is that really what you want to talk about right now?”

I raised one leg and wrapped it around his hip, rubbing my dick in the crease of his thigh. “Uh. No.”

He continued to watch me while he played with my ass. His finger slid inside, the water easing his way.

I felt compelled to speak. “Um. You said…you said ‘good boy’ a little while ago.”

He pressed deeper. “Yes, I did.”

I ducked my head just enough to not meet his eyes.

“And you liked it.” There was no doubt in his voice.

I laid my forehead on his shoulder. I couldn’t say that out loud. “I like to pitch
and
catch.” That was all I could come up with.

A husky chuckle answered me. “I believe we’ll get to both. How’s that?”

He reached around me and came back with a fluffy blue nylon thingy. “Will you put some gel on this?”

Blinking against the water dripping from my hair, I saw a stainless-steel rack of shower products mounted in the corner. I could tell the shampoo bottle right away, but I had to search a little longer for the shower gel. Focusing on that allowed me to relax again.

Henry ran the sponge over my chest and shoulders, his touch light at times, firm at others. When he rasped it over my nipples, I couldn’t help but shudder and rise on my toes. “Oh.”

“Mm-hmm.” He seemed to like to say that. “There’s another loofah there if you’d like to return the favor.”

We washed and rubbed and caressed each other for a long time. He ran it over the cheeks of my ass, and I drew mine up his thigh, gently nudging his balls. His came down my arm from my shoulder, and mine moved around his rib cage to the small of his back.

The steam combined with the glass enclosure and the tile running up to the ceiling to enclose us completely. It was a world away from the old claw-foot tub-shower combo at my house. “You must have a hell of a water heater.” Duh. Couldn’t I come up with something better to say?

I could feel his smile against the side of my head. “Mm-hmm.” He picked up a washcloth. “Close your eyes.”

When I did so, I felt the nubby material run along my cheeks, my chin, over my forehead and eyes. He nudged my face under one of the sprays, and the hot water felt so good on my scrubbed skin. Before I could open my eyes again, Henry was kissing me, pushing his tongue inside, and I heard the cloth plop to the floor.

This was the first time we’d kissed, and it was…hot.
Whoa
. He ran his tongue along my teeth, thrusting toward my tonsils. I found myself sucking on it, and once again, my anus spasmed as I pictured him drilling me.

I pushed him against the closest wall, managing to avoid the valves and showerheads. Trying to take the lead, I shoved my tongue forward. I didn’t normally kiss—I knew a lot of guys who didn’t—but something had ahold of me, something I didn’t recognize. Far from objecting as I thought he might, Henry welcomed me, his tongue sparring with mine, his teeth nipping at my lips.

We wrestled back and forth for control, and our dicks got into the play. Tipping my head so I could see, I brought a hand down to grip his, and he moved to meet me.

“Together.” He squeezed me, tugging, stroking. I tried to match his rhythm, and the sight of us jacking each other made my belly clutch tighter. I was rock hard again, and so was Henry. Sometimes I could go twice in a night, but that didn’t happen all too often. Only now that I was getting revved once more, I could feel my pulse begin to pound.

“I don’t think I can wait.” My voice was gritty, my mouth open as I panted.

Henry’s hot breath wafted against my cheek. “Don’t wait. I don’t want you to wait.” He grunted as I twisted my hold on his cock, rubbing my thumb over the sensitive tip. “Yes. Keep doing that, Nicholas. More.”