Sex & Mayhem 05 Red Hot (3 page)

“Fuck! Yes!” Red pulled Loki’s head back by the hair and came with a few more harsh thrusts. He panted and gasped for air, his cheeks colored by the orgasm. He was so beautiful and triumphant within the dark walls of the disused restroom. Loki could watch him forever.

Heat exploded at the back of Loki’s throat, and he pushed forward until his nose was buried in the ginger pubes. He felt utterly vulnerable with that thick, pulsing meat blocking his air duct, but what did he have to lose? He wasn’t afraid anymore. His heart beat like crazy when his body became desperate for air, but with both those firm hands holding him still, he couldn’t move yet. Nor did he want to. He could spend the remainder of his days in that grip. Maybe even suffocate on this glorious dick and not have to count the days till he died.

But those thoughts dispersed when he got pulled by the hair again and could breathe freely, even though his mind remained cloudy.

“Those are some skilled lips.” Red let go of Loki’s hands and leaned against the wall, still gasping for air with a satisfied smile.

Loki massaged his well-used throat and gave Red a goofy smile. “I wanna taste more of you next time,” he whispered, resting his head on Red’s hip, and for once, he wasn’t pushed away. The cock was softening, but as he predicted, it didn’t shrink much.

“Maybe you’ll get a chance. You forgot to suck my balls.”

Loki chuckled and brushed his fingers over the warm scrotum. The musky, salty scent of Red’s groin enveloped him in a cocoon of weightlessness and pulled him in as he opened his pants and exposed his own painfully erect cock. “I can still do that now.”

Red bit his lip, his powerful chest swelling over Loki. “Go on. I bet you’ll come in under a minute.”

Loki grinned and squeezed his dick hard as he dove in for the neglected sac. Red’s spent cock brushed across his cheek and rested there as he swirled his tongue over soft, wrinkled skin. “I want your cock in my ass,” he whispered, imagining Red’s powerful arms spinning him around and flattening him against the broken tiles. He’d pull down Loki’s jeans and push in bare, with just spit to ease his way in. It had been years since Loki did something that intense, but right now his body throbbed with the need for it.

“I don’t fuck guys that way,” Red murmured, but the disappointment didn’t stop Loki from coming. All he could imagine was Red pulling on his hair, fucking him from behind like a machine, or Red sucking Loki’s dick and fingering him at the same time. Or fingering himself. Or letting Loki fuck his freckly ass and come inside that hot, muscular body.

He sucked on one of the balls, trembling with a powerful orgasm. That was as good as it got. “Why not?” he uttered as soon as his mouth was vacant again.

“I didn’t come here for chit-chat. Came to get my dick sucked.” With those words, Red turned around even before he pulled up his pants, and flashed Loki with his pale, and indeed freckled, ass. His butt looked so firm Loki almost reached out to squeeze it, but before he could, Red zipped up his pants. “Thanks!” he said on his way out.

Loki stared at him, breathless as he watched the redhead of his dreams leave through the door. No. No, no, no. This could not end like this. Loki wanted to fuck a redhead. Properly fuck him. Be fucked bareback. He had three months left, and he wouldn’t even get that?

He frantically pulled up his pants and stood up, wiping cum off on his jeans. When he’d sucked Red’s cock, all thoughts of death had gotten pushed to the backburner. He needed to do it again.

Loki stumbled on his way out of the toilets. But Red didn’t even turn around to look at him when he got into his car, a red Chevrolet Corvette with black flames on its sides.

“Hey, wait!” Loki rushed over and moved his hand against its smooth side. “Give me your number?” he asked, breathless. He couldn’t let this guy just walk out on him like that.

Red lowered the tinted window. “Sorry, I don’t do repeats. It could get weird.”

“I do repeats. Come on,” grumbled Loki. His brain was already pulsing the way it did sometimes. One of the reasons he finally got himself checked out. Three months. He wanted to spend them with this guy. Not some Mr. Nice Guy who’d take pity on him. He wanted this crude, wonderful guy with hair the color of fire, and a beard that could smother Loki in his sleep if he wasn’t careful.

“Sorry, kid. No can do,” Red said and drove off, leaving Loki alone with just dust for company.

Loki stared, hardly believing the audacity of the bastard, but even as he growled his anger, his legs carried him back to his car. He would not let that motherfucker get away.

Back on the road, with the flashy car still looming on the horizon, he reached out to the notebook lying on the passenger seat. The movements of his hand weren’t precise in that position, with Loki’s attention divided between driving and writing, but it would have to do. He crossed out ‘9. Fuck a ginger’, but added: ‘10. Fuck Red’s hot, tight ass’.

Chapter 3

“Yeah, I want golden rims. It’s got to be super awesome. I’ll do the paintwork once you’re done with the mods. Lucy is gonna fuckin’ cream her pants when she sees it.” Red Jack grinned at himself in the mirror.

Sam, his best friend and fellow Coffin Nails MC member, chuckled, his breath creaking the line for a moment. “If you say so. If she doesn’t, there’s plenty of fish in the sea. That bike’s gonna be good bait.”

“I know there’s other pussy, but she’s teasing me, I know it. I just need to get to her at the right moment. Maybe she actually wants a relationship with me, and that’s why she’s waiting so long to put out. Fuck knows. Women are fucking twisted witches.” Red Jack began walking around the open plan kitchen and got himself a beer from the huge fridge.

“Maybe,” said Sam before staying silent for a prolonged moment.

“Yeah right, is your old lady listenin’ or something? Give Candy’s pussy a lick from me.” Red Jack laughed and took a swig of beer.

“I’m sure she’s gonna love being in this weird sort-of threesome,” said Sam. He trailed off, and in the background, Red Jack could hear the high-pitched voice. “Nothing. Just this girl Red knows.”

“Maybe Candy could do a bit of spyin’? Find out some more shit about Lucy? I’ve got no bad intentions. I’d give her the fucking of her life.” Red Jack went over to the living room and took his time admiring the model motorcycles he stored in a glass cabinet.

This obsession with Lucy was growing out of control and the only way out was to fuck it away. He’d be rid of it after a week or two. He always was. Once the chase was over, he couldn’t find much excitement in the same girl. With how unreasonable and hard to understand they were, he couldn’t find any reason to bother, and he was relieved they didn’t usually make it too difficult.

“Yeah, you’d have to ask her yourself. Think of the bike,” Sam told him. “I found you that skull emblem for the front.”

Red Jack did a fist pump and drank more beer. “Sure, I can talk to Candy. Just don’t go blaming me if she drops her panties. It’s kinda what happens to girls around me.”

There was a knock on the patio door, and he stared, surprised that someone was bothering him at this time. There were no immediate neighbors so there was literally no one around, unless he invited people over. But it was the little cocksucker who’d broken in earlier. His trim body looked good in skinny jeans and a sleeveless shirt, his handsome face was positively lickable, even with the scars, but chasing another guy? That was not cute.

Sam started talking, but Red Jack cut him off. “You know, I’ll call you later. I gotta take a piss,” he said and disconnected. Red Jack wasn’t one to run or cower. He groaned and opened the patio door with a harsh yank. “The fuck are you still doing here, huh? I told you to piss off. Go suck someone’s dick, or something.”

The guy took a loud breath, his eyes widened, but he didn’t step back. “I could suck yours if you let me sleep on the sofa.”

Red Jack wanted to push him to the ground again, but the sudden carnal yearning in his cock made him stop. He swallowed. No repeats. Wasn’t that the unspoken rule? Then again, he’d never had a girl just offer up some cocksucking straight up. If only girls were as easy as gays.

He bit his lip. “And you’ll leave in the morning?” he groaned, as if getting his cock sucked was about to be an ordeal.

The handsome face in front of him brightened with a smile. “Don’t have anywhere to go tonight. I’m Loki,” said the guy, offering Red Jack his hand, as if that was a normal thing to do after proposing sex in the bluntest way possible. He pulled his other palm through his hair, casually pulling it over the scarred cheek.

Red Jack looked down at the slim fingers, but shook the hand in the end. “Jack. And I’m not gay or anything, so don’t get any stupid ideas. This is a one-more time kinda thing.”

“Not gay. Sure,” said Loki, stepping into the living room. “You’ve got a nice place. What do you do for a living?” he asked, looking around like a kid in a toy store.

Red Jack licked his lips. He wouldn’t mind seeing Loki’s tattooed chest and stomach again. The guy wasn’t muscular, but he was tall, and fucking fit. He could see it on the nicely toned arms as well. The temptation was too much to bear.

“I kill people,” Red Jack said with a straight face.

“Yeah?” asked Loki, walking up to the desk where Red Jack kept most of his documents. He pulled off the shirt and dropped it to the floor, revealing the smooth, toned body Red Jack was just remembering. Only as soon as Loki walked under one of the small lamps, the faint light revealed a pattern of scars running across his whole back. Red Jack could recognize lots of slanted lines that crisscrossed, creating a strange laid pattern. It was a bizarre thing to choose to have on one’s body. It looked a little like tribal scarification if it weren’t for some uneven bits that disrupted the pattern.

Loki took a marker from the desktop, opened it, and turned around, drawing a circle in the middle of his chest. “You wanna get me too?” He drew another circle, inside the first, then another, and another, finishing the bullseye with a large dot.

Red Jack stalled for a moment, with his gaze drifting off to the nipples on the pale chest. “You want me to come on there? Have my spunk dripping down your chest?” His dick twitched at the thought. Fuck. This was getting too intense. Too much talking. He’d never had a guy in his fucking house either. A neon-colored ‘danger’ sign flashed in his head. But even so, he couldn’t tear his eyes from the menacing viper tangled around Loki’s arm. Its wide mouth was open and ready to bite.

“Can your spunk kill?” asked Loki, slowly walking over, with a small smile. His jeans hung low on his hips, revealing colorful underpants and sharp hipbones.

Red Jack shrugged and put his hands in his pockets, strangely aroused with the guy’s presence in his house. Just them, all alone. He could actually
fuck
the guy, and no one would know. It wouldn’t be much different than fucking a girl up the ass, surely. Loki even had long hair. And he had asked for anal last time.

“You drank it, and you’re alive, so I don’t think so.” Red Jack watched Loki’s every move, paralyzed by his own excitement. He was too horny for his own good.

Loki stepped ever closer, breaking into Red Jack’s personal space. He gave a crooked smile and cupped Red Jack through his pants. His dark eyes shone with a strange, intense glow, and the unruly black hair was everywhere, like that of a lunatic walking the corridors of an abandoned asylum. “What do
you
want to do?”

“I just want a warm mouth to suck me off before sleep.” Fuck, he would split Loki’s ass in half if he only got the chance to fuck him. It was too much, the itch was too intense. He’d never had a guy in such an intimate setting. He’d always met up for quickies, in semipublic places, no talking, no strings, out of town. This? He had no idea how to navigate this.

Loki grinned, and when he raised his face, light glimmered over the two small balls of his septum piercing. He unzipped Red Jack’s jeans at an agonizingly slow pace, without ever looking away from Red Jack’s face. “And will I actually
taste
it this time?”

“Sure.” Red Jack was already half-hard and tense. It was all because of Lucy anyway. She got him horny, and now he was stuck with this hungry mouth here. How could anyone say no to this? He pulled away and sat on the sofa. "Suck me off, go to sleep, and leave before I get up. I'm not the pancakes and coffee type. I don't care if you have a place to go or not, I'm not a charity."

“You don’t look like a charity,” chuckled Loki, kicking off his boots and unbuckling the belt at the same time. Those hips were
fine
, and Red Jack could imagine himself digging his fingers into that hard flesh. It was a scary thought. One that shouldn’t have crossed his mind. Nor the one about Loki’s stomach being hard, tense. Lucy had a stomach like that. All muscle, from the dancing she did. Was it messed up to compare her to a man? He didn’t even know anymore.

“What are you doing? Don’t undress.” Red Jack frowned and sat up straight.

“Who doesn’t like a naked man crawling at their feet?” asked Loki, opening his pants. He stood between Red Jack’s spread knees and chewed on his bottom lip.

Red Jack glanced at the window. He knew they were alone, yet a part of him was freaking out and ringing the alarm bells. “I said,
don’t undress
,” he hissed.

“You’re not afraid of seeing a dick, are you?” Loki playfully pulled on one of his black earlobe stretchers.

“I’m not ‘afraid’, I’m just not interested.” Red Jack’s breath hitched. Truth was he did like the look of the guy. The tattoos, the piercings, the tight body and long hair, it all made quite a picture. One he shouldn’t be looking at for too long.

Loki pushed his pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles, uncovering a long cock under a thatch of trimmed black hair. His thighs seemed to have a life of their own, tensing, muscles moving beneath skin before Red Jack’s eyes.

“I am,” whispered Loki. “I wanna be naked when I suck your big, juicy dick.”

Red Jack got up and moved behind the couch. “Nope. I’m out. You’re freaking me out. You can stay till morning, but that’s it. I’d rather just jerk off. Fuck!” He raised his arms in the air, even as his eyes trailed all over the irresistible naked body in front of him.

Loki blinked. “You’re
freaked out
? By what? My cock? It’s not even hard yet,” he said, slowly pulling his hand over the entire length.

“What part of ‘I’m not gay’ do you not understand?” Red Jack couldn’t bear it anymore and turned his back on Loki. “Stop that, or I will throw you out.”

Loki exhaled behind him. “Yes
sir
. I’ll be good.”

All hairs bristled on Red Jack’s arms and nape. “I just did it out of curiosity. Once.”
Lies, lies, lies
. “There’s a blanket on the armchair.”

“Thanks. It’s a safe place, isn’t it?” asked Loki. “Except for being the house of a killer.”

Despite his better judgement, his erection strained against Red Jack’s pants. “Clearly, I need to change locks.”

“Yeah, they aren’t that good,” agreed Loki. There was a rustling behind Red Jack, and he sure hoped that meant his unwanted guest was putting on some clothes. Seeing another guy naked was one thing, but seeing one who was available for sex was another.

Red Jack took a deep breath and turned around. “I better not see you here in the morning.”

Loki looked at him, still completely naked. “Can I use your shower tonight? It’s been a tough day. I lost my home.”

Red Jack swallowed and put his hands on his own nape so they wouldn’t wander where they shouldn’t. “I’m sure you have some gay friends or something.”

“I’m not from here.” Loki pouted and traced the bullseye on his chest. Red Jack still kind of wanted to hit it. If Loki were a girl, Red Jack would have fucked her mouth, pussy, and ass by now. But this strange situation was so out of his depth that it wasn’t even funny anymore.

“Do I look like I care? Shower, sleep, and leave.”

Loki smiled at him and pulled his dark mane over one shoulder. “Yes, sir.”

Red Jack groaned and turned around. “Fucking hell…” he muttered, walking to his bedroom. If he stayed so close to that hot naked body, he’d fuck Loki over the sofa.

He closed the door behind him and stared at his huge, comfortable bed. This was where he wanted to fuck Lucy. He’d take her on his bike and carry her in here. Her panties would be already wet after riding in the bitch seat of his amazing new bike.

Red Jack closed the bedroom door so that it was clear Loki wasn’t invited no matter how much Red Jack’s dick was in need of sucking.