With or Without Him (13 page)

He unfastened the button on Tyler’s pants and eased the zipper part way down to give his other hand room to caress the globes of Tyler’s backside.

“Oh God,” Tyler said with a long moan. “I’ve forgotten what I’m supposed to be playing.” He launched into a loud Jingle Bells.

“If you interfere with
Trueblood
, Wilson will be up here complaining for as long as I’ll let him rattle on. Play something soft and sweet.” He slid a finger deeper into the crack of Tyler’s backside while the fingers of his other hand slipped through the gap in the boxers and onto his cock.

“I can’t…concentrate.” Tyler pushed to his feet, staggered away from the piano and Haris went with him, Tyler’s pants slipping down as they stumbled across the room.

“And I can’t wait.” Haris spun Tyler round so his back was to the door and pressed himself up against him. Tyler’s pants dropped the rest of the way to the floor and Haris yanked the boxers down too.

“I need you naked,” Haris whispered.

“You too.”

“Just you.”

He unfastened the tie from Tyler’s neck as he stared into his eyes. He pulled one end free, unraveled the knot and then worked on the buttons of the shirt. His level of excitement had shot off the scale. His entire body hummed. When he finally had Tyler buck naked in front of him, he knew he’d struggle to keep himself from coming in his pants.

Haris let his gaze travel over every inch of Tyler’s body, from his mussed dark hair, glazed black eyes, those kiss-bruised lips and down the slender column of his neck to his shoulders and the tribal tattoo circling his forearm. He ignored the bruises. He didn’t like them, didn’t want to think about how Tyler had got them. The guy’s heaving chest was smooth, his pecs lightly defined and topped by beautiful, tight, brown nipples. His long, thick cock, flushed dark pink with blood, rose straight up over a flat stomach. His balls hung full and heavy and his legs were part-spread, his toes curling against the wooden floor. Haris wanted him so much, he hurt.

“Will I do?” Tyler asked.

“I was just thinking you looked good enough to eat.” He stroked the tattoo. “Just as well I’m not Hannibal Lector.”

How many times had men told Tyler he was beautiful, gorgeous, sexy? He was
all
that, except Haris didn’t want to be like the rest. “But I’m a bit disappointed you have one leg longer than the other.”

“What?” Tyler looked down.

He sucked in a breath. “And that extra nipple is unfortunate. I’ll have to pretend I can’t see it.”

Tyler laughed and reached to thread his fingers in Haris’s hair. “Thank you for not mentioning my webbed feet.”

Haris couldn’t help but check and Tyler laughed again. Haris stared straight at him and saw something softer in his face, something he hadn’t seen before. Maybe a glimpse of the real Tyler emerging.

“Going to let me see the battling dragons tattoo on your back?” Tyler asked. “I promise not to snigger.”

Haris tensed. “No tattoos, though I like yours.” He wouldn’t be letting Tyler see his back in full light. It would be hard enough in a darkened room. He dropped to his knees, ran his hands down Tyler’s thighs and slipped his lips over the glistening tip of the uncut cock bobbing in front of him.

Tyler sucked in a breath. “Oh God, I should be doing this for you.”

A surge of disappointment almost stopped him in his tracks. It annoyed him that Tyler thought—thought what? He had to please him?
He
wasn’t allowed to feel pleasure too? Then Haris’s head fogged with the taste of him, the feel of the sensuous glide of hot, smooth flesh over his tongue. Steel against silk, and his mouth watered, saliva mixing with tangy pre-come.

“Christ,” Tyler gasped.

Haris suckled at the tip and then let it slip from his lips. “What do you like? Hard and fast, slow and wet, hand and mouth, just mouth, lots of pressure?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Did I miss a yes?”

He smiled. “Anything you don’t like?”

“Not that you can do with your tongue. Unless it can turn into some seven-foot forked monster with razor teeth.”

“No, only six-foot, you’ll be fine.”

Haris wrapped his hand around Tyler’s dick and popped his mouth back over the head, pushing down and down until he’d swallowed to his fingers. Tyler arched his pelvis and tugged at Haris’s hair.

“Fuck, fuck,” he whispered. “That feels good.”

Haris pulled back and let the flat of his tongue rove over the crest, gathering beads of pre-come before he pressed into the small slit to tease out more. He winced as Tyler tugged hard at his hair, though when he looked up, he could see he wasn’t trying to stop him, merely lost on the path of impending orgasm.

I’m not letting you come yet.

He tightened his hold on the root of Tyler’s cock, pressed down on his balls with the heel of his hand and Tyler shuddered. There was so much he wanted to do to him and he had to fight the urge to do all of it, right now. Every breathy pant and groan that slipped from Tyler’s mouth had his tackle aching in response. Haris slowly licked from crown to root, and bypassing his fist, he took Tyler’s balls into his mouth.

The guy’s entire body stiffened and Haris smiled around his nuts. It had been a long time since he’d given anyone a blowjob. He’d forgotten how much pleasure there was for the giver, sucking and separating a guy’s balls, the feel of the different textures of skin under his tongue, the sensation of energy pulsing below the surface of the cock, the musky scent, the salty-sweet taste. Tyler shoved with his hips, trying to get him to speed up.

“You have a degree in torture?” Tyler muttered. “Shit. I need to come.”

Not yet.

Haris trailed the tip of his tongue up to the slippery crown and licked up the pre-come before laving the veined shaft all the way down again. Up and down, round and round the head, time after time as Tyler shook and gasped above him.

“That is so fucking good,” Tyler whispered. He dropped his hand from Haris’s hair and danced his fingers over his face, rubbing his cheek where the tip of his cock pressed against the inside. “But if you don’t let me come now, I’m going to have to kill you. And I promise it will be slow and painful.”

Haris took a deep breath, removed his hand from Tyler’s cock and swallowed down as far as he could. Not far enough for Tyler who bucked his pelvis and sank his cock in so deep he hit the back of Haris’s throat.

“Aaaahhhhh.” Tyler let out a long wail as his shaft pulsed, jerked and splashed Haris’s mouth with hot, salty semen.

He pushed on Tyler’s hips to shift him back so he didn’t choke and jets of fluid filled his mouth, coating his tongue as Tyler shook and panted and groaned. Haris licked him through the aftershocks, caressing the softening cock with his tongue until it was clean, and then he licked his way back up his chest until he stood in front of him. Haris’s heart beat double-time as he stared into Tyler’s wide black eyes.

“Hell, you’re good,” Tyler muttered. He leaned forward and brushed his lips over Haris’s. “Mmm. I taste nice.”

Haris smiled. He lifted his hands to cup Tyler’s jaw and held his head as their lips met. Tyler groaned and slid his hands onto the waistband of Haris’s pants, tugging his shirt out and spreading his fingers over the bare skin of his stomach. Their tongues slid together in a slow dance but Haris’s need was too great to stay calm. He deepened the kiss and pressed himself against the long, lean length of Tyler. His heart pounded so hard he could hear it battering his ribs.

Tyler wrenched his mouth free. “I ought to return the favor. Tell me what you need me to do.”

Ought to?
Disappointment overwhelmed Haris’s excitement, but it was his own fault. He was paying for this. Why would Tyler forget that?

“Think we could find a bed?” Tyler asked.

Haris nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He waited while Tyler picked up his clothes and then led him upstairs.

He halted by his bedroom door. “This is my room. You can use the one opposite or choose one upstairs. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Tyler stared in disbelief as Haris closed the door in his face.
What the fuck is that about?
He glanced at the door opposite and then stomped up the stairs to the next floor. At that moment, he wanted to be as far away from Haris as he could get. He opened the first door he came to, switched on the light and dumped his stuff on the carpet.

He barely noticed the ultra-smart room. He was fucking pissed.
What did I do?
Tyler paced across to the window and yanked the curtains shut before he freaked out some innocent across the street, and then he paced again. Everything had been fine. Haris had given him a spectacular blowjob which he hadn’t expected. The guy had stood up, they’d kissed and it hadn’t been Tyler who’d initiated that. Then what had he said?
I ought to return the favor. Tell me what you want me to do.

Was that it? Haris had taken offense at that? Why? How the hell was he supposed to know what Haris liked? Haris had asked him. He just wanted to get it right. The guy was paying for it after all.

Tyler stomped back down the stairs and burst into his room to find Haris in his boxers facing away from him. “What the hell have I—oh fuck.”

Haris spun round but not fast enough for Tyler to miss the vivid scars on his back. They both stood stock still, staring at each other.

“Forgotten how to knock?” Haris snapped.

“Sorry,” Tyler said. “Whatever it was I’ve said or done, sorry. I have no idea what I did but sorry. Okay? Only don’t dismiss me like you’re sending some naughty boy to his room. If there’s something wrong, tell me so I can try to put it right. You just gave me an amazing blowjob which should have kept me smiling for days and now you’ve made me feel like a fucking whore.” He paused to take a breath. “Well, I am a fucking whore so maybe I’m overreacting, but I don’t want to go to sleep feeling like I’ve done something to upset you.”

“Aren’t you going to ask me?”

“What?” Though Tyler knew. Not about what had happened downstairs but about the marks on his back. He fidgeted. “You want to tell me?”

“No.”

“Then I won’t ask.”

They stood there, each nervously eyeing the other.

“Look,” Tyler said. “I just need to know what you want. I like things to be clear. You’ve bought me for four months, I want you to get your money’s worth. You want to fuck me—fine. You want me to fuck you—fine. I like fucking. I like exciting sex, slow sex, reasonably rough sex. I don’t like pain, I don’t do caring sex, so don’t worry that I’m going to blurt out my life story or ask for yours, but this is supposed to be fun. If it’s not, I’m not earning my money.”

Tyler took a step toward him and Haris didn’t back away. The money wasn’t the only reason he was walking forward, though he couldn’t deny it was part of it. Haris seemed to be more fucked up than him and Tyler knew pain when he saw it. One more step and he was close enough to run his hands over the muscled chest and taut stomach.
Oh Christ, he’s fit.
Tyler was too lazy to work out, though he ran a couple of times a week. Haris looked as though he’d been carved from stone and polished.

“You need to work out more. Get rid of these lumps and bumps.” Tyler let his fingers ripple over well-defined abdominal muscles.

Haris gave a quiet laugh. “I’ll have you know I spend an hour in the gym most days.”

“Well, that’s what wrong. You need to work out every day to look like me.”

Haris growled, caught hold of him around the neck and rubbed his knuckles on his head.

“Ouch.” Tyler took the hint and fought back.

They fell on the bed, each trying to pin the other down. Tyler was determined to remove Haris’s boxers and get his hand around his cock, but he had the feeling the guy didn’t want to lose that particular game as they tussled, wrestled and laughed.

Finally, Tyler lay on his back with Haris’s knees planted either side of his thighs. Tyler had his hand in Haris’s boxers, his fingers wrapped around a long, thick, cut cock that he couldn’t wait to see and taste.

“You’re overdressed,” Tyler said.

“You’ll have to remove your hand so I can take my boxers off.”

Tyler whined. “After it’s taken me all this time to get hold of you? Oh all right.”

Haris rolled off the bed and pulled off his last item of clothing.

Tyler leaned up on his elbow. “Oh God, why do you have to have a better body than me? And have a bigger cock than me? And be better looking than me?”

“I’m exactly the same size as you. Because I’m cut, I might appear bigger.”

“Yeah right. Got a ruler?”

Haris snorted. “I don’t have a better body, it’s just different to yours, and I don’t think there’s a guy in the entire world as good looking as you despite your legs being different lengths and of course that extra nipple. I’m blind to the webbed feet.”

Tyler groaned and pulled him down to kiss him. Haris lay on top of him and he loved the feel of him, the weight of him, the strength of him. Haris kissed him harder, stealing his breath and intensifying the ache in his cock.
I need to come again. Fucking hell.

Haris lifted his head and panted. “I might be going for a speed record I didn’t want to have.”