Just What the Truth Is (10 page)

“I want you. I’m into… anything,” I replied. That seemed like a good answer, because given my state of excitement, Micah could have stood naked in front of me reciting the alphabet and I probably would have been stimulated enough to go off in my pants.

I felt Micah’s hands on my ribcage and realized that he was pushing my T-shirt up my chest. Once he got it over my head, it landed on the floor and he peeled off his own shirt and then started working on my pants. When I looked around and noticed that we were in the hallway leading to his bedroom, I realized he had been moving us through the house while we were kissing and undressing.

“Damn. You’re so perfect for me.” He gave me a deep kiss and pushed my pants and briefs to the ground. I toed off my shoes and stepped out of the pants that were now pooled around my ankles. “I’m versatile too, but tonight I really want in here.” He caressed my ass as he spoke, his fingers dipping into the crease.

I thought about saying no. Once I did this, I would never again be able to convince myself that I was straight. And if I couldn’t convince myself, what chance did I have of convincing anybody else?

But really, that ship had already sailed. With or without sex, the intensity of my feelings for Micah Trains had already rung the death knell on that particular farce.

But plausible homosexual deniability aside, I’d had my hand on Micah’s dick, and I knew the man wasn’t lacking in the endowment department. The logistics of that particular body part going into a tight opening had always struck me as something that had to hurt. The thing was, though, I had been thinking about those logistics, because I had always wondered what it would feel like to have another man touch me that way. The idea that I could have a part of Micah inside me, that we could share such a primal, intimate connection, was so stimulating that I was willing to endure any pain—mental or physical—to experience it.

By the time I came to my decision, I was standing in Micah’s bedroom, completely naked, while he shoved his pants and briefs to the floor. He leaned over me to get a grip on the comforter. Then he yanked it down and pulled me with him onto the bed.

“Oh, God! Micah!” I gasped when I felt his naked body press down onto mine.

The complete skin to skin contact with his hard frame felt incredible. We writhed together in an erotic dance of thrusting hips, groping hands, and gnawing mouths.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he moaned as he nipped at my shoulder and then my earlobe. “Want you so bad.” He dragged his beard across my face, down my neck, and then he licked his way to my nipple. “Never felt like this before. It’s crazy.”

“Ungh!” I moaned when he bit my nipple and then soothed it with this tongue.

I hadn’t realized that part of my body was particularly sensitive. But when Micah licked, sucked, and then bit my nipple, I arched off the bed and cried out in pleasure while I grasped his head and held him to my chest, begging him without words to continue.

“Love how responsive you are,” he said and then gave a final lick to my left nipple before moving to my right and starting the delicious torture over again. He covered the hard nub with his mouth, sucked until I whimpered, and then released me and gently trailed his tongue over the now sensitive skin.

When my nipples were throbbing, he moved lower, his soft beard and wet tongue taking turns leading the journey over my ribcage and down my belly. When he reached my dick, Micah circled his big hand around it, held it out, and then rubbed his face over it. The sensation of the hair from his beard contrasted with that of his soft lips and wet tongue, which he darted out for an occasional swipe against my glans.

My head flew back and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to maintain control of my body. But the sound of Micah moaning in pleasure from the feeling of his face rubbing over my cock had my eyes flying open and staring at his erotic display. Never had anyone looked so turned on just from handling my dick. Seeing my wet crown move across Micah’s cheek, recognizing the expression of bliss on his face, and hearing the groans streaming from him had me on the cusp of an orgasm.

Then he flattened his tongue and licked his way from the base of my dick to the crown and plunged down, taking my entire length into his mouth and throat. My hips bucked up and my hands grabbed the sides of his face. “Too good! Micah, I won’t be able to stop….”

He popped off my cock and gazed up at me with those blue eyes blazing. “Fuck, I wanna taste your cum.” He gave one last lick to my glans and then scrabbled to his knees and leaned over me. “But I think I want inside you more. Guess we’ll have to save the other for round two.”

He dropped a kiss onto my lips before he reached over to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. My heart was playing a high-speed game of badminton in my chest, and air wasn’t quite filling my lungs. But none of that was because of nerves.

My hunger for Micah had taken over every aspect of my body and mind, which made succumbing to his silent cues come naturally. He opened the condom wrapper and covered his long, thick cock. Then he spread liquid onto his fingers, rubbed them together, and reached between my thighs. I instinctively spread my legs and canted my hips, opening myself to him as much as I could.

Wet, gentle strokes across my pucker had me whimpering with desire for more. Micah bent his face down over mine and kissed me gently as he pressed a finger inside my body. I couldn’t hold back my gasp, but I concentrated on keeping my body relaxed.

“Shhh,” he whispered to me. “You’re so tight. Been a long time, huh? Don’t worry; I’ll take care of you.”

He was so gentle, so kind. There was the confident-to-the-point-of-cocky Micah Trains, who could reduce hostile witnesses to tears and easily intimidate opposing counsel into defeat. And then there was my Micah—the funny, generous, tender lover who looked at me like I was the most precious thing he had ever seen. I blinked back tears from the emotions running rampant through me.

Micah’s lips landed on mine once again, his tongue swept into my mouth, and another wet finger joined the first inside my body. The burn wasn’t as noticeable the second time around. Then he twisted his hand, curled his fingers, and touched that spot inside me, and I was sure I would lose it. A thick bead of precum trickled down my impossibly hard cock.

“Feel good?” he asked in a soft, tender voice.

I nodded and leaned up to kiss him again. I couldn’t get enough of his mouth, couldn’t get enough of his tongue, couldn’t get enough of him.

I felt him reaching for the bottle again, heard the click of the cap opening, and then a third slick digit entered my passage. My shoulders tensed, my hands clenched into fists, and I gasped for air. Micah licked a path down my neck and sucked on the spot where it met my shoulder.

“Nothing more until you’re ready, Ben. I promise.” He moved his fingers slowly in and out, turning them in one direction, then the other. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time either, more than a year. I’m not gonna rush this.” He pushed in and found my prostate again, moving his fingertips back and forth over it until I was one big ball of desire.

“Micah, please.” I could barely get the words out. “I need you.” I reached up for a kiss, and he gave it to me, soft lips landing on mine. “Need you,” I pleaded.

He nodded and pulled his fingers out, leaving me feeling bereft. “I meant what I said the other day, you know.” In that moment, I couldn’t remember anything anyone had ever said. My entire being was centered on the smell of Micah’s skin, the taste of Micah’s tongue, and the feeling of that thick cock rubbing in circles across my entrance, preparing to take over my body. “I’m falling for you, Ben Forman.”

He pushed into me slowly, breaking through the ring of muscle and not stopping until his cock was filling my passage and his balls were nestled against my ass. I looked up at him and gasped at the expression on his face. Nobody had ever looked at me that way, and even though I couldn’t understand what a man like Micah Trains would see in me, the adoring gaze, the soft smile, and the sparkle in his eyes left no doubt in my mind. I had somehow lost my heart to Micah, but I wasn’t alone in those feelings. He was right there with me.

He slowly dragged his dick out of my channel and then pushed it back in. I bent my knees and crossed my ankles over his back, then thrust my hips up and down to meet his pumps in and out of my body. Micah’s hands searched for mine, and then he tangled our fingers together, dropped his forehead onto mine, and our bodies moved together toward completion.

Nothing had ever felt as good as Micah’s dick pushing into me, Micah’s stomach rubbing against my cock, and Micah’s hands holding onto mine. His soft moans joined with my gasps and sighs of pleasure, and we continued moving, neither of us wanting the moment to end. But it was too good to last, and eventually Micah released one of my hands and snaked his hand between our bodies. He took hold of my cock and tugged on it as he increased the speed of his thrusts into my body.

“Cum for me, Ben. Wanna see you lose it.”

He pulled out until his crown was at my entrance, stretching me wide, and then he shoved back in with a powerful push angled to hit my gland. His hand joined his hips in the motion, and with a tight grip on my cock, he gave me a final stroke, and I cried out his name and sprayed my release across my stomach and chest.

“Yes, yes, God, yes!” Micah shouted with one more pump deep into my body. Then he held himself still and shuddered as he shot into the condom.

I wrapped my arms round Micah’s back and pulled him down so his body was blanketing my own. He nestled his face in my neck, kissing and licking me as I pet his hair and neck.

“That was incredible, Ben,” he sighed. “You’re incredible.” He pushed his upper body up and looked into my eyes with an unmatched tenderness.

My heart swelled. “It was the best ever.” I hoped he realized that I meant it. I never knew sex could be like that, never knew anything could feel so good, never knew I could be so connected with another person. Like Micah said, it was incredible.

“Yeah?” he said, clearly pleased. “I’m glad, ’cause I really want to keep you coming back for more.”

I smirked at him. “Well, you promised me round two, so I plan on coming more tonight.”

Micah chuckled. “Count on it. But I think we both need a little recovery time, so how about we take a little break and eat that dinner you brought over first?”

“Absolutely. My dick is a sweet treat, remember? And you can’t eat your dessert until you finish your dinner.” I tried to keep a straight face but failed miserably.

Micah shook his head and laughed. “That’s not any funnier the second time around. Come on, let’s go eat.” He kissed my forehead and slid out of bed.

I watched his muscular globes move as he walked into the bathroom with that gait that made him look like he had just finished riding a horse. Or me. I felt a tightening in my groin. Yeah, with Micah around as inspiration, recovery time didn’t seem like an insurmountable issue.

Chapter Ten

M
ICAH
had reached the bedroom door and I still hadn’t moved out of bed. I was too distracted by his ass. He turned around and raised one eyebrow, his lips turning up in a cocky grin. “You can ogle me all you like in the kitchen. Let’s go.”

I forced myself to get out of bed and walk toward him. I assumed we would pick up the clothes we had dropped during our lust-filled groping session to the bedroom, but he just walked right past them and headed toward the kitchen.

“Wait. Aren’t we getting dressed?” I asked.

He turned around and came back to me. Then he wrapped one arm around my waist and the other around my neck, pressing our nude torsos together. “It’s just us, honey,” he whispered into my ear. “You gonna get shy with me all of a sudden?”

I trembled in his arms and then immediately blushed. I was a strong, independent, grown man. Yet there was something about being with Micah that made me feel incredibly vulnerable. It seemed like he could see me, the real me, buried beneath all the façades I had put up over the years. I felt like I didn’t have to be strong all the time, because maybe he could be strong enough for both of us. Letting go with Micah and letting myself be vulnerable felt incredibly freeing.

He must have taken my silence as an indication of discomfort with the naked eating plan, because he kissed my temple and pulled away. “I’ll get you a pair of sweats to put on. Be right back.”

I thought about telling him that it was no big deal, but even when I was home alone, I made sure I was wearing pants and a shirt before I left my bedroom. That had been a rule growing up—no pants, no shirt, no walking through the house. I didn’t even want to consider what my parents would have said if they’d caught us with bare skin in the kitchen.

Micah came back wearing a pair of worn gray sweats that barely clung to his hips, and nothing else. He handed me a navy pair and smiled. “I hate to cover up all that beauty, but I don’t plan on spending too much time out here anyway.” He dragged his eyes down my body as he spoke and gave me a lecherous smile.