Promises 2 (22 page)

With his eyes locked on Cayson’s glazed-over blue ones, he lined up his dick and clenched his hip muscles as he pushed in, trying to be careful not to hurt Cayson. He’d used so much lube that it dripped down Cayson’s ass, making a mess on the sheets. He’d rather be sure Cayson was comfortable and didn’t have a moment of pain than worrying about the bedding. When his broad head pushed through that tight ring of muscle, they both gasped in surprise.

“Holy fuck,” Quick grunted, stilling his hips, not sure how to proceed. His cockhead was in a vise grip. Did this feel good to Cayson? He tried to maintain eye contact but they were both failing at that.

Cayson’s eyes fluttered closed. “More. Give me more, Rome.”

Quick’s hair fell around their faces and his arms shook with exertion as he entered Cayson, inch by inch. “Goddamn, Cays.” He struggled to be cautious, but the way Cayson was pushing his ass up to take more, while digging his heels into Quick’s thighs and pulling him closer, he knew his resolve would crumble any minute. He heard Cayson growl into his mouth, gripping Quick’s biceps hard enough to leave marks.

“I’m okay, Rome. Take me. I need it hard, I do,” Cayson begged prettily.

Quick hissed when he felt Cayson’s muscles tighten around his shaft. Did he do that on purpose?

“Come on, Roman. Show me what you got.”

He was taunting him. What the hell? This was a first for Quick, but he was going to enjoy it. He reached beneath them and squeezed Cayson’s ass while he hoisted his leg up on his shoulder. He’d seen this position in one of the videos he’d watched, so he hoped his man enjoyed it too.

Quick eased out to the tip, pulled Cayson’s ass cheeks apart, and dove back in with a little more force, testing Cayson’s bravado.

“Yes, that’s it! More, Rome.”

He’d thought he’d gone overboard, but his doctor surprised the hell out of him by wanting more. He ached to give Cayson exactly what he’d missed, so Quick set a fast pace, making sure his own groin ground against Cayson with every thrust. He turned his face and licked the crease behind Cayson’s knee, sucking a mark there when Cayson called out his name. Quick’s hair was all over the place while he concentrated on hitting a spot that he knew would drive Cayson wild. He pulled Cayson’s other leg up on his shoulder, equal parts surprised and turned on that Cayson could handle the position, Quick practically had him folded in half. He pounded his doctor’s ass, the loud sound of skin slapping spurring him to leave an impression, to let Cayson know who owned him. Cayson may not be ready to admit it, but Quick already knew. After this, Cayson was it for him. He’d found home.

“You feel incredible,” Quick confessed, kissing Cayson’s neck and jaw, panting with each stroke. He had to slow down just a tad so they could catch their breath. He wasn’t ready for this to be over, but his balls screamed to let go of his release.

“You’re gonna make me come, Rome,” Cayson groaned, arching his back. “Oh, god. You feel so good. Fuck, it’s been so long.”

“You don’t have to want anymore.” Quick let Cayson’s legs fall back to the bed while he gave his starved doctor all he had. He braced both hands on either side of Cayson’s head, while sweat ran down his face from his exertion, a look of seriousness etched across his features while he concentrated solely on Cayson.

“I’m ‘bout to come so fuckin’ hard.” Cayson’s eyes slammed shut, and Quick had the urge to make him open them and watch their union but he let his man have his way. Let him buck himself on his cock and claw and dig at his hips to pound harder. Quick laced their fingers together and pinned Cayson’s hands against the wooden headboard, while he rammed his cock against Cayson’s prostate.

Cayson went still and rigid for a split second, and Quick thought he’d done something wrong until Cayson yelled out his name with the first gush of pearly liquid from his cock hitting just above his navel. With nothing touching his dick, they both watched in amazement as Cayson spurted more and more come onto his stomach.

Quick used one hand to keep Cayson pinned and the other he swiped through the warm jizz pooling between them. He gave it an experimental taste, not hating it, but it didn’t taste like pineapples, either. It tasted like Cayson. He leaned down and drove his tongue deep in Cayson’s mouth. Sharing with him.

“You taste good,” Quick confessed after another taste.

“Let me go. I wanna make you come,” Cayson said lazily. He sounded drunk and Quick smiled, loving that he’d put that look on his beautiful face. It’d been years, and no one else had bothered to learn what Cayson needed. If this was all it took to make him so blissed out, then Quick had everything handled from here. He let go of Cayson’s wrists, gently kissing each one.

His cock was still rock hard, his balls aching and tight, but he was a patient man. This wasn’t about him at all. He’d let Cayson take the lead for a little while.

“Lie on your back.”

Quick ran his hand through his damp hair, pushing it behind his ears while he got comfortable under Cayson’s sweat-slick body. He was so perfect. So sweet and full of compassion. Inside and out. There wasn’t a sum of money on earth large enough to make him walk away from this man.

Cayson climbed on top of him and grabbed his stiff length, placing it against his hole. He lowered himself slowly, throwing his head back, exposing his long throat, sinking all the way down. “Fuck I’ll never get used to that.”

Quick grabbed Cayson’s thighs, enjoying the feel of them flexing under his palms while Cayson gyrated on top of him. He kept it slow and sensual. It gave him a completely different feeling than the fast fucking. This made him feel loved. Made him want to love in return. The warmth flooding his heart was overwhelming.

“That’s it, Cays. Nice and slow… Ohhhh, fuck. So good. S’good,” Quick cursed, his eyes narrowed as he watched Cayson destroy him from the inside. How in the hell this felt so good, he’d never know. No one told him. He’d known he was a bisexual man, but he’d never got to enjoy this side of himself. He had a feeling he and Cayson were getting ready to really make up for lost time.

“You like it slow, Roman.” Cayson wound his hips back and forth and Quick shot upwards, throwing his arms around his doctor’s waist, pulling him down, and gripping him tight to his chest.

“Fuck, yeah.” Quick didn’t have to thrust up into Cayson, because his doctor had his knees spread wide when he sank down on him, his soft ass cheeks rubbing against the coarse hairs on Quick’s thighs. He was so fucking deep inside him. The passion, the intimacy, the sheer connection between them was unlike anything he’d felt for anyone. It was too much. Cayson held him around his neck, using his hot mouth to suck up dark, wet marks all over his throat, whispering sweetly against his Adam’s apple. He felt his orgasm barreling towards the finish line.

“I wanna feel you come. Come for me, Rome.”

Quick grunted and cursed when Cayson lifted up, and fell down hard. He was doing that thing again, squeezing the muscles in his already too-tight channel, choking Quick’s cock until he gave it up. He threw his head back and groaned, low and deep, as he filled the condom buried deep inside his man. His man.

“Mmm. So warm,” Cayson moaned, holding Quick tight, while he came down from the best orgasm of his life.

“Damn, baby.” Quick was panting, his chin tucked into his chest while he rested his head against Cayson’s heart. “You just blew my mind.”

Cayson chuckled lightly, softly fingering Quick’s long, damp waves. It was another few seconds before he finally rose off his softening dick, flopping back down beside him in exhaustion. Quick wasted no time scooping Cayson into his arms. There were no words. What could he possibly say that would give justice to how Cayson just made him feel? 

Cayson

Cayson walked through the busy halls of the hospital, eager to get his emergency call answered so he could get back to Quick. He could still feel him inside him right now. Could feel the indent that thick cock left in his ass. It felt wonderful. They’d just finished their shower together, where Quick had washed every inch of him before he let him out. Although their sex had been life altering, they still had a dark cloud trying to cast a shadow over their sunshine. They had to talk about Joe. No sooner were they dressed to head over to Duke’s office to discuss it, when he was paged. One of his patients was presenting the start of an infection, so he had to postpone. Quick understood and said he’d be waiting for Cayson at his place when he was done. He looked forward to going over there and hopefully spending the night. That way, they were sure not to have any disruptions. Cayson smiled, thinking about making love in Quick’s house, and ended up drawing a giggle from a couple nurses when he walked onto the floor.

“You look awfully happy to be called in on your day off, doctor.” One of the charge nurses commented through a cheeky grin.

“Hi, Debbie.” Cayson waved. He ignored her comment, shaking his head as he stood at the nurse’s station and read over his patient’s chart. His smile was still firmly in place, and the more the nurses ribbed him for details, the more red and flushed he became. It was so obvious he’d been well fucked. As soon as he left, he’d be the focus of their dinnertime gossip, while they tried to figure out who was giving it to him good. All they had to do was call down to the ER and ask; surely, they had a clue regarding who had rocked his world. Duke and Quick left a lasting impression anywhere they went.

The nurses toned down their teasing when Cayson began to order up tests for his patient. It looked like post-op pneumonia, but he was going to be sure. He asked Debbie to start his patient on an antibiotic while he waited for the test results. “I’ll be in my office. Let me know when the results are back.”

“Sure thing, Cayson.”

He never minded the nurses using his first name. He was so familiar with them that it felt too formal to expect them to call him Doctor Chauncey. It was these women who made his work life bearable. He never understood why some doctors mistreated nurses. He unlocked the door to his department and walked past Nania’s empty desk, opening his office door. He put his coat on the rack, and with his nose still buried in his patient’s chart to make sure he hadn’t overlooked anything, he didn’t notice the large box on his desk, wrapped in beautiful gold paper with a large white bow, right away. 

He dropped the chart on the corner of his desk, grinning wide, wondering what Quick had sent him now. He picked up the card, ripping it open excitedly. As soon as he saw the handwriting, his smile dropped.

Dear Cayson,

I tried to deliver this to you personally today… but you had company. I’m not blaming you for falling for that man’s tricks. Now that it’s over, this is just the start of our new relationship. I love you. I do. Here’s something to prove it.

Love

J.

Cayson felt bile rise in his throat, the nasty acidic taste making him gag. What the hell did Joe mean by “Now that it’s over”? Nothing was over with Quick. And was he insane? Joe didn’t love him; he’d just tried to buy him for the going rate of one million dollars. Cayson wasn’t even calm enough to call Joe yet, and now he’d gone and pissed him off even more. Lifting the lid off the box, he was knocked off his feet. It was a 24K gold, premier edition stethoscope. He had it marked in a catalogue under his coffee table. How’d Joe find it? It didn’t matter. He couldn’t buy Cayson and he damn sure couldn’t buy his way into his heart.

Running his hands down his face in frustration, he groaned when he thought of having to tell Quick. He couldn’t keep this a secret. Joe was acting irrationally, and he honestly had no clue what they were dealing with. All he wanted was a chance to be happy. Joe needed to grow the fuck up. This was getting crazy. He yanked up his receiver and punched the number for Joe’s cell phone. He answered on the first ring.

“Hi handsome. Did you get my gift?”

Cayson scoffed. “Are you for real? Have you lost your mind, Joe?”

“Why are you mad?”

“Why am I mad?” Cayson lowered his voice, although no one was around. “You tried to buy off my boyfriend this morning, now you—”

“Wait! Boyfriend? He’s not your goddamn boyfriend. I am!” Joe yelled, loud enough to make Cayson pull the receiver away from his ear. He’d never heard Joe yell or swear like this. “This has gone far enough, Cayson. Are you in your office? I’m on my way.”

“No, don’t—”

Joe had already hung up. What’s he thinking coming up here? Was he trying to get outted? Shit. Cayson wasn’t sure if he should call Quick, or not. He couldn’t run to him to fix all of his problems. Cayson was a grown ass man and he wasn’t scared of Joe. He was going to stand up to him, once and for all. How dare he, or anyone, think they could control his life?

He made rounds on a few of his other patients while he waited for the lab results on his post-op patient. He needed to stay busy. His smile was gone, now replaced with concern and nervousness. He went back to his office when he had nothing else to do. He opened his door to find Joe standing in the far corner of the office, in the dark. He had on black slacks and a black turtleneck. If he weren’t such a rat bastard, he’d look quite handsome in his own regal way.