A Perfect Passion (9 page)

Chapter Sixteen

A week has passed since my release from the hospital. In three days I have to return to get the staples removed from my head, and I’ll get the all clear to go back to work. Besides headaches on occasions, there doesn’t seem to be any kind of damage from the injury or the concussion.

Aaron was arrested, the day after my release from the hospital. He’s tried to call me collect, several times from the Harris County jail, but I refuse to take the calls. He been set a bond, but no one will post that, not that I can think of. His brother and parents don’t have the money. He’ll be going to trial. One thing the cop did explain, is that because of his record, he’ll be charged with his third assault offense. Apparently when Aaron was still in high school, he got into a fight with another student, and they were both charged as adults, even though he was only seventeen years old when it happened. The other time is when he was twenty-one, he was involved in some sort of bar fight and picked up his second assault charge. Now this is his third charge. Texas is strict on the third strike you’re out rule. 

The weather has continued to be off and on with storms, so no progr
ess has taken place on the site, nothing has dried up enough to continue yet.

I haven’t heard from Dax, although I do text him daily. I miss him terribly, but I have no clue where he is. I can’t make him return my
calls, but by texting every day at least he knows I’m still thinking about him. I give him an update, to reassure him that I am still okay. I hope by doing that, he’ll understand that he’s not causing me any problems. It’s almost driving me to a breaking point not knowing if he’s okay. Even if he just let me know that much I’d be a million times better.

Today, the rain has stopped
and I’m going out to the site. No one is working, but I need to come to grips with what happened. Before taking a shower and getting ready, I send off a text to Dax.

Hope you are okay. I’m going to come to terms with what happened today, and go where it happened shortly. Just something I need to do. I miss you terribly Dax. Please let me know you are okay.
Send!

After my shower,
I dress and go out to my truck, heading towards the site. Dax never did text back, but I didn’t expect he would. I pull up the ramp to the site.

There are ruts all over the
dirt makeshift drive, it must have been from the police and ambulance when they were here. I walk out to where I was, but I can’t see anything. Any blood has washed away from the site. The only thing I do notice is a flat indention in the mud, I have no idea what happened there or what it’s from.

I bend down and touch the mud, closing my eyes.  I’m trying to remember anything after the argument with Aaron. I’m not sure why this is important to me, but it is. His footsteps, I heard him
come up behind me. We pushed each other and threw a couple of punches, I told him to leave, and pulled out my cell to call home. I remember a thud to my head, but it didn’t seem hard enough to knock me out. I don’t remember anything after that, except hearing him yell 'fuck you' at me.

My measuring stick, the one I used to test the samples, is still stuck in the mud
where I left it. My feet are heavier than normal, but I stomp down through the mud to get it, and then turn to go back to my truck.

When I turn, there he is.
Fuck, my heart drops to the pit of my stomach
.

His blue eyes
pierce into mine, I freeze. I’m not sure how to react or what I’m supposed to do. I don’t know what to even say. A sea of emotions tidal wave through my body. My heart races and my pulse increases. I can’t even take a step, I feel like I’m stuck in quicksand. My head tingles.
Oh God!

“Are you alright Damien? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I-um…yes. I’m okay. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”
I want to run!

“Are you disappointed?”
He stares into my eyes.

“
No! Um…god no.”

Come on feet, move
now. I strain lifting one of my boots from the quicksand, I mean mud. One foot comes loose, then the other. I take a step towards him, then another.

A foot in front of
him, I reach out, touching his cheek. The stubble on his face pricks into my fingertips, it’s rough. I lean up pressing my lips to his.

“Fuck I missed you so much Dax,
” I whisper.

“I’ve missed you too.”

I slide my cheek and it brushes up against his. I give him caresses with my face next to his. My body gets warm, and my heart beats fast again. Instinctively, my hands wrap around him, and he wraps tight around me, giving me pecks on the forehead.

Dax pulls me tighter
and I fall into a comfort zone with him. Holding each other, not a word is said. It doesn’t need to be. His head rests on my shoulder and I bury mine into his chest.

This is where we belong, t
his is safe and secure. This is right.

He leans back, rais
ing a hand to my neck, and grips behind my hairline in back. With his other hand, his fingers rest under my jaw, but his thumb is on my chin. He gives a slight pinch, as he tilts my head up. I dig into his back and clench him. He parts my lips with his tongue. Slowly, he licks into my mouth, his tongue flicks against mine igniting feral desire in me. His tongue slurps across my lips and he sucks my top lip into his mouth. I’ve never been kissed this way in my life. With his arms around my back, he raises his shoulders, kind of hunching over, and pulls me into him. His tongue licks, following with a gentle pucker, to my lips. Dax cups my cheeks in his hands as he pulls me into him. His thumbs deliver brush strokes, like a painter, to my cheeks. His eyelids, at half mast, are sultry and sexy. He closes his mouth over my lips, sucking me into his mouth, and then rests his lips at a standstill against mine.

Dax leans back
and it takes everything I have to open my eyes. He reaches for my chest, and I take his hand, kissing inside his palm then hug it to my face.

I grab him tight,
kissing him again, but he pulls away.

“How are you feeling
Damien? Why are you here at the site, shouldn’t you be resting?”

“I’m good, I feel all right. I go next week to get these staples out. I came here because I needed some closure, I guess. Hell, the man left me
for dead. I needed to face this and get over it before I come back to work. How did you find me that night?”

“When you didn’t come home, I remembered you telling me where your site was, and I had a feeling som
ething was wrong. You would have called if you were going to be late. I just drove until I found you. You were lying over there halfway in the water. I drug you out of the drop down and laid you down somewhere around here. It scared the living shit out of me. I had to run to my truck to get my phone to call for help, and then I wrapped a towel around your head. You were bleeding a lot, but you weren’t moving and your breathing was staggered”

“That’
s what that is, where you drug me out and laid me down?” I pointed to the flat part of the ground. “I wondered. Thank you, thank you for saving me Dax.”

“Saving you? If I would have been here this wouldn’t have happened.”
His shakes his head side to side. “If I never would have come into your life this wouldn’t have happened in the first place Damien.”

“If you wouldn’t
have come for me, I would be laying here, probably dead Dax.”

He turns
and walks back toward his truck. I follow him.

“Let’s go home,
” I smile.

Dax climbs on his bike
and kick starts it. “I can’t Damien. I’m sorry.”

Chapter Seventeen

What the fuck
just happened?
Dax turns a half circle and races off down the ramp. I’m confused. I understand he had to sort out thoughts, but how does he show up now only to turn away again? It doesn’t make sense. None of this computes, I thought we were both going to get through this together, at least it’s how I imagined it.

With my hands in my pockets,
I look around like I just lost my best friend. Dammit! I fish the keys out of my pocket and get in my truck. I’m not even sure how to wrap my head around this. All I can do at this point is head for home. A million thoughts run through my head, but I can’t process any of them yet. I’m not sure how to handle it, or which direction to send the thoughts. This is too overwhelming to grasp.

M
y cell phone rings as I pull into my garage at home. I click the green button to answer and put the phone to my ear. “Yup?”

“I can’t do this Damien.”

“Fuck!” I take a deep breath. “Dax, think about this before you decide to give up on us. Are you worried what people will say about us being together? Or is it your fears about losing someone, this self-imposed curse you put on yourself, about things never working with people you get close to?” Dax lets out a little laugh, yet I want to lose it and damn near break down behind it.

What’
s so fucking funny about this?
I slam the gear into park and turn the key to kill the motor. I drop the phone in my lap and palm slap the steering wheel with both hands.
Fuck!
My heart plummets like a plum seed into the pit my stomach. I hear his voice yelling my name and pick the phone back up.

“
You’re misunderstanding me Damien.”

“
No, I’m not. You’ve explained it all to me, I understand every single word, I get where you’re coming from, but dammit we fucking work together. We work as a couple and you know it. You can’t just fuck it all off like this. You’re killing yourself with denial and you’re taking me with you. It’s not fair to either of us Dax.”

“
Quit talking.” He gets quiet over the phone, so I wait. “Look in the rearview mirror already.”

“What?”

My eyes shift to the rearview mirror. Dax is sitting right behind me on his bike. His heel catches the kickstand, and then he raises his long leg over the seat, dismounting.

I
smile from ear to ear, looking like a kid amped up on Halloween candy…goofy grin and all.

O
verwhelmed and grateful, my head drops to my hands in relief. I take a deep, cleansing breath, and Dax opens the door.

“When
I said I can’t do this, I mean be without you. I’m not denying this anymore.”

I search
his ocean eyes to see if he is serious, if he really means this. With the back of my hand, my knuckles stroke his cheek, and I close my eyes.
Yes!

In a matt
er of a few words, ‘look in the mirror,’ and seeing the sincerity playing out in his eyes, he means every word of it. Men don’t get butterflies in their stomach, but I’ve got what feels like a full blown ostrich kicking and flapping around in there. I can hear my heartbeat thumping in my eardrums. No more smoke and mirrors going on here, everything that was distorted just became clear.

I twist my f
inger into the neckline of his T-shirt, gripping tight, and step out of the truck. I lead him behind me, not saying a single word. We enter the back door and he kicks it closed with his boot. I spin around to him pushing him in the chest, and slam him against the wall. I spread his legs apart, delving forcefully between his lips with my tongue. The tension builds and the anxiety excites me. I refuse to let this feeling go, he wants me, and I want him. This is the masculinity, self-confidence and self-assurance in yourself and your partner. It makes me feel like a man. I lick between his moist lips, winding my tongue around his, swallowing the groan that rumbles from his chest. Still holding tight to his neckline, I slip my other hand behind his neck, pulling him tight against me. The hairs on my body stand on edge. He grabs my jaw, holding me tight, and guides my head to match his return assault on my mouth. Our mouths widen, thrusting hard against one another.

Dax lets out a
nother gasp. God he makes me shitfuck horny. I run my hands under his shirt, shredding it from his skin. I push against him, grabbing his ass in my palms, and squeeze him hard.

Dax pushes back against me, slamming me into the opposite wall. He snakes his body down mine, and winds back up me, grinding into me like an 80’s rock star on a mic pole.
Oh fuck this is hot!

His dick is hard as steel crushing against me. I grab his cock through his jeans, and rub up and down the thickness. He lets out a m
onstrous moan and I swallow him.

He quickly moves his hands to
his crotch and unzips his jeans. I grab the waistband, fighting him, to rip them from his body. His hands force over mine, grab the sides, and yank them down over his hips. Jeans down to his knees, he kicks off his boots, sending them flinging across the laundry room. He pushes his pants to the floor with his feet.  If he only knew how fuckable he looks doing this. I dart my tongue across my lips in a lick of pure want and need, savoring the sight of him. There’s not a single inch of him that I don’t want to taste. I grab him by the hair and jerk him to my mouth, slurping his wet and hungry mouth in mine.

He
presses against me, and I slide my knee between his legs, rubbing against his rod. I have to get him balanced, and bent the hell over something now. Stagger-walking him towards the kitchen counter, I slam him backwards into it, sending the loose mail scattering to the floor tiles.

His
hands grope and grab at me, and he yanks me out of my jeans like a damn pro.

He gives me an eat-you
-up grin, and squats down in front of me, taking my cock into his mouth. His wet warmth engulfs me, hard and quick. I grab his shoulders, as he tightens his lips, puckering back and forth over the head of my prick. He lets out a garbled moan, my dick aches with his touch and sounds. I almost get off listening to him.

“Fuck you feel good, but stop
Dax.”

I push his head off of me, star
ing down at his lusty dick. “My turn.”

I kneel
in front of him, flicking his balls with my tongue, as my hand wraps around his hardness. I lick down his gooch, inching towards his hole. He spreads his legs apart, allowing my head to squeeze between them. I reach my destination, and swirl my tongue around the rim of his ass, as he lets out a deep and throaty moan. Driving my rigid tongue inside of him, I give quick, hard flicks gyrating in and out of him. His moans are driving me insane.
I fucking love it!

Dax bends a bit, pressing himself
into my face. I slurp at his rim again, making sure it’s nice and wet so I can insert my finger. I remove my mouth and slip a finger inside him, making circles in his depth, stretching him before I add another. I insert the second finger, with a skin tight fit. As I push into him, my mouth goes back to the cock at hand, literally.

I purse my lip
s over the head of his dick, taking him part ways in my mouth before slipping back to the tip. He pushes a little further into my mouth, and my saliva moistens his cock, making him downright slippery. I curl my tongue around his shaft, while working my fingers into his manhole. The vein that runs down the underside of his dick is swollen, and I trace it with my tongue, before taking him a little deeper in my mouth.

His hands wrap up in my hair, and he pulls me to him, thrusting his body into my mouth.
I’m going to have him this time, all of him. I continue prepping him with my fingers, and I know it won’t take much, and he’ll be spewing his juices inside my mouth. I need a condom and some lube.

Still
on my knees, I move my available hand, reaching for my jeans that he shredded off of me. My wallet’s inside my pocket. I’m always prepared, so I pull out the condom. Now for lubrication, it’s upstairs, but I have some baby oil in the medicine cabinet in the kitchen. That is going to have to work for now.

I slide
my mouth from around his cock and stand back up. My lips touch his and his tongue slams into mine. I pucker him between mine and mumble.

“I need lube.” I plunge into his mouth again.
“You’re mine, I’m taking you this time.” He grasps behind my head, yanking me into him.

I’m surprised we didn’t chip our teeth with his forceful yank.
I back step towards the cabinet and swing my hand up to open it. His kisses don’t let up, and all I can do is fumble with my hand, until I recognize the bottle. Finally I grab it. I hand him the condom and he pulls back, placing the foil wrap in his teeth and ripping it open. He pulls the rubber out of the package.

“Put it on me.”
I instruct him.

Dax looks down, placing it at the tip of my cock, rolling it with two fingers
down my cock, leaving the tip loose. Once he has it on, I swing him around, facing him towards the cabinet and countertop.

“Give
me that ass of yours, I’ll be easy. Just remember that you have to relax though, okay?” He nods.

I wrap my arm around his chest,
leaning into him, smelling his manly scent, and licking his back. I push against his back, and forcefully bend him over the counter, making him available to me.

I kick his legs apart,
grabbing the oil from the countertop. I squirt a little drip in his crack, letting it trickle down and then I work it into him with my fingers. I coat the condom on me, sliding my hand up and down my own cock, and then dangle myself between his ass cheeks.

I’ve dreamt of this mo
ment, taking his virgin ass, but I know that I have to go slow and gentle. I have to be very easy with him since it’s his first time receiving.

The very tip of my slick
dick presses into him, as I guide myself with my hand, my other hand on his ass cheek pulling him apart. Pressing through the skintight hole, my legs begin to shake at how narrow and small he is. I’d love nothing better than to slam myself into him, ramming every inch of my dick inside of him, but he’s in no way prepared for anything like that yet.

I wrap my left arm around his waist. Taking a deep breath, I slip in through the ring of muscles that are tensing up. I
pull back slow and gentle on him, hearing his gasp as I do.
So seductive.

“Oh god Damien,” he moans.

I slip back out all the way and then enter him again, pushing a bit further. His muscles tense, and clamp around my cock. I continue entering him deeper and deeper.

I
look down, watching myself, as I slip in and disappear inside of him. I pull back a little quicker and speed up a bit more when I go in this time. I fucking love the sight of this, of him giving himself to me like this. How the hell do I control myself? The tight fit of his ass is incredible, and as it begins to contract, I almost lose all control. Taking my hand from his waist, I reach up his back, yanking his long ass hair. I can’t wait for the day that I can wrap up in his hair and control him by the yanks given to him.

I reach
around to the front of him, wrapping my hand around his cock, and start pulling him from the base to tip. I hold off on cumming, even though I want with everything inside of me, to spew inside of him right now. My mind is a one track spitting time bomb that needs to blow its load.

“I’m gonna come
Damien,” he groans between quick breaths.

I slam harder into him, until I feel his insides begin to relax a bit. Faster and harder, I slide in and out of him, until he takes all of
me deep inside of him. He lets out a loud gasp. He’s ready now. My nuts tense tight, and my body shakes from the top of my head down to my curling toes.

I slap my bo
dy against him. “Holy shitfucks.”

My emotions
twist all up in my head. I thrust faster and faster, slipping in and out, harder and harder.

“Oh god, I’m gonna come
now,” he yells.

Dax’s legs
quiver. I can’t hold out any longer. I toss my head back, as I plunge into him. He pushes back against me, and I feel him tense, then spasm through his entire body.

“Shit…shit,” he yells.

“Oh yeah, fuck
yesss…”

My nuts tighten into balls of goddamned steel, and
I slam quick thrusts into him. His warm sticky gel explodes in my hands, and his ass quakes in quivers against my cock. Tingles erupt goose bumps all over my body.

“Oh
God,” I breathe out, almost hissing.

The waves of ecstasy
explode euphoria that sends sensations waving through my body and down my spine. I jab my last thrust into him, pounding deep and hard. His hole grabs me, and I spew elations of release inside his chamber.

Sweet merciful fuck!

My legs shake in delirium tantrum, and I get lightheaded and have to hold his hips to keep myself steadied.

I c
ollapse over him, crumbling across his sweaty back. He fights to hold me up. I press my hands on the counter top and balance my weight on my hands instead of completely on him. My limp dick slips from his clenches. He rises back up and I stand.