Awakened (3 page)

Phoebe pushed past him, stormed from the apartment and slammed the door. As she stepped into the lift, she felt proud of herself for standing up to Callum, something she should have done years ago.  She had been so afraid of caving in, it was the reason she had wanted to pack and get out before he’d arrived home. Relief washed over her. She wasn’t a spineless jellyfish after all.

She had a lightness in her step as she left the building and hailed a cab to take her to the backpacker hostel. The hostel was twenty minutes away but only five minutes from the city and her work.

The cab driver hefted her suitcase into the trunk of his vehicle, she gave him the address of her destination and slipped into the back seat. Her new life was about to begin and it didn’t include men!

Chapter Three

Alistair waited while Linc slipped the key into the lock of their penthouse apartment. The door opened and Linc ushered Alistair inside with him before closing and locking the door behind them.

Linc moved straight to a cabinet in the living room which held several bottles of spirits. The two rarely drank but liked to entertain and the cabinet was well stocked for that reason.

“Whisky?” Linc asked. His hand was wrapped around the neck of a bottle.

Alistair kicked off his shoes and flopped onto the sofa. The soft leather wrapped around him as he sank into it. “Yeah, with ice,” he answered.

“No soda?”

Alistair shook his head. “Not tonight.”

Linc poured generous amounts of the yellow liquid into two glasses and dropped two ice cubes into each. He sauntered across the room and handed one drink to Alistair before sinking into the sofa next to him. He toed off his loafers and took a long swallow of his drink. The warmth of the liquid seared a path down his throat.

The men sat quietly.

Linc’s thoughts continued to argue over Phoebe.
She’s just a chick for fuck sake. What’s wrong with you?

Alistair mulled over what Linc had told him at dinner.

“It bothers me that my body is reacting this way to a chick.” Linc broke the silence.

Alistair gathered Linc’s hand, lifted it to his lips and slowly, seductively, kissed each finger in turn.

Linc’s balls tightened with desire, his dick grew and thickened as blood raced south.

“Darling, you need to let whatever this is, go. You’ll probably never see her again and you’re torturing yourself. I wish I could have seen her. Maybe then I could help you understand what it is about her that has shaken you up so badly.”

“I know you’re right, sweetheart. You would think I was crazy if you had been there. I could understand if she’d been a statuesque beauty instead of a short, curvy frump.”

Alistair laughed.

Linc loved to hear his mate laugh. His cock hardened even more. He removed the glass from Alistair’s hand and drew him on to his lap. Their thickened cocks nudged at each other as Alistair’s legs straddled Lincs.

Alistair’s head lowered until their lips found each other’s. Tongues twisted and danced, teeth clashed and they moaned into each other’s mouths.

When they finally drew apart Alistair whispered, “I love you so much. Take me to bed.”

Linc grinned. His lover’s lips were swollen, his mouth grazed from beard stubble. All thoughts of Phoebe were gone. “I love you so much.”

Alistair stood and offered his hand. Linc slid his hand into it and squeezed. Hand in hand they padded to their bedroom. The apartment darkened as lights were switched off as they went.

Linc released Alistair to flip a switch on the lamp next to the bed. The room was bathed in a soft yellow glow. He withdrew condoms and a tube of lube from the bedside dresser, where they were placed in readiness.

Alistair waited patiently, Linc always undressed the younger man.

Linc sat on the bed and drew Alistair in front of him, between his parted thighs. He cupped Alistair’s balls and ran his fingers over the length of his dick before pulling the polo shirt over his head. He noted with delight the hardened nipples. Tossing the shirt to one side, he pulled his lover closer and latched onto one with his mouth. While his mouth nipped and teased one nipple, his hand twisted and pinched at the other. It pleased him when Alistair writhed and moaned under his ministrations.

Linc was aware of Alistair’s preference for roughness and as he bit down a little harder on one nipple, he pinched at the other. A sharp yelp ricocheted around the room. When Linc pulled back he saw both nipples were red, almost bruised. It was enough to satisfy Alistair’s need for rough love but not enough to cause injury. Linc lapped at the tortured peaks to soothe the pain.

Alistair was stripped of his remaining clothes and he stood naked before Linc. His hardened cock visibly pulsed with excitement.

“Lay on the bed, face down.”

Alistair obeyed and crawled into the middle of the giant, king sized bed. He heard the whoosh as Linc stripped and dropped his clothing to the floor. A foil packet crinkled as it was torn open then silence as the condom was rolled on. The mattress dipped as his lover crawled up, spread his legs and moved between them. Alistair lifted his ass, ready, willing.

Linc’s cock throbbed with anticipation at the site of his partner’s naked ass in the air, inviting him in. He loved this man completely so why had a woman unravelled him? Shaking the thought from his head, he squeezed lubricant onto his fingers and ran them around the rosy ring he would soon enter.

Alistair groaned.

Linc plunged first one finger, then a second, inside and wriggled them against the prostate.

Alistair pushed back against the welcome invasion. When Linc removed them, he cried out in protest.

Linc kissed Alistair’s cheek. “Patience, my darling.” He lined his dick up at the entrance and slowly pushed himself through the tight, luscious ring of muscle. His own cock pulsed with almost unbearable hardness and longing.

Linc’s cock was slipping in and out far too slowly for Alistair’s liking. He pushed his hips back harder, faster but his lover stopped completely and withdrew his appendage. “Noooo,” he cried out in anguish at the loss.

Linc sat back on his haunches and slapped Alistair’s ass. “We will go at
my
pace or have you forgotten?”

“I know it’s the pace of who tops but I am so fuckin’ randy.”

“My pace or you go without. Which do you want?”

Alistair’s cock ached. He needed release. If Linc walked away now there would be no hand job, neither his nor his own. No blow job. No relief and, he would suffer all night. “Your pace,” he conceded.

Linc slipped back inside and moved his hips slowly, edging in and then out. He smiled as Alistair lifted his hands by his head and clutched the pillows. His lover hated it slow but Linc was determined to draw their love making out. In the end, it was better for both of them.

Alistair felt like he was being tortured. His cock was burning with need. The pressure on his prostate was driving him higher and higher but as soon as he knew relief was close, Linc stopped. “Please Linc, please,” he sobbed when the man stopped again.

Lincs hands caressed Alistair’s back, moved between his legs and cupped his balls. They were tucked up ready, hard. He slid a hand under his lover’s body and wrapped it around the engorged dick. The moans and groans, the pleas for release, told him it was time.

He lay against Alistair’s back, clenched his ass cheeks together and pistoned his hips to send his dick cannoning in and out. His hand set the same frantic rhythm up and down the hard as steel cock. It jerked and twisted in his fist.

Alistair roared Lincs’ name as release hit him full on, like a runaway train. Ribbons of cum flowed from his pulsating cock. His head spun. Bright lights flashed before his eyes. He was barreling headlong through space. No-one gave him the orgasms, Linc did.

Alistair’s rectum tightened around Linc’s excited cock as he exploded. It pushed Linc over the edge and his cock emptied, with an almost violent spasm. Only this man beneath him had the ability to take him to such passion filled heights. 

They were both exhausted but totally sated.

Linc padded to the bathroom and disposed of the condom before climbing back into the bed and pulling Alistair into his arms.

They kissed passionately. Tongue wrapped in tongue. Cock against cock. They fell into a satisfied sleep.

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Phoebe roamed the fourth floor, one bedroom, fully furnished apartment. It was only two blocks from the office and a huge park was the view from the living room window. The bedroom and bathroom were spacious, the kitchen had the latest in appliances and the furnishings suited her taste.

Cafés were scattered up and down the street and next door was a gym. She had resolved, as part of her new life, to join the gym and get fit.

Muriel, the Real Estate Agent, cleared her throat loudly bringing Phoebe back to the present. “I’ll take it,” she said.

“Excellent. Let’s go back to the office and fill in the paperwork. Remember, the lease is for three months only. The owner may want to move in when he returns from overseas.”

“I know. It’s disappointing because I love everything about it. The location and the price are perfect.”

“If anything comes up in this area, similar to this apartment, I’ll let you know. I’m sure something will become available.” Muriel assured her.

Phoebe followed the woman from the apartment and waited while she secured the door. The lift arrived only seconds later and whisked them down to the ground.

Stepping out into the bright sunlight, Phoebe turned to check out the gym before climbing into Muriel’s car and heading for the Real Estate office on the other side of town.

“You mentioned that you work in this part of town?” Muriel asked as she eased into the traffic.

“Yes. I work at the Allen’s Brothers Legal firm. I’ll enjoy only walking the two blocks to work instead of being on a bus twice a day.”

“I noticed you were looking at the gym next door. Are you thinking of joining?”

“Yes. I want to lose some weight and get fit. I sit around far too much and drink way too many lattés. Maybe if I lose the weight I’ll buy some new clothes. More feminine outfits. Callum didn’t like me looking attractive. He said other men would come on to me. Ha! If I’d only known.” A tear dripped down her cheek.

Muriel patted her hand. “Do it for you, hun. Don’t worry yourself about what a man wants or thinks.”

“I intend to. There will be no man in my life for a very long time. Unprincipled, cheating bastards that they are.”

Muriel pulled the car into a marked parking space outside the Agency.

Both women stepped from the car and entered the office.

An hour later, Phoebe left the office with the keys to her new apartment in her purse and a spring in her step. She felt happier than she had ever been over the last few years.

It had taken only two days to secure herself a new home. She still had another two days before having to return to the office. She marked off what she would do in her head, bullet point style.

•                
  Join Gym.
  
•                
  Buy two new outfits to tide me over until I lose weight. No reason I can’t look nice in the meantime.
  
•                
  Buy new dinnerware, linen and towels.
  
•                
  Go downstairs and have dinner at Xylax to celebrate.
  

A smile lit her face as she pushed open the door to
Muscles Gymnasium
and strode, with purpose to the reception desk.

“Welcome to Muscles. How can we help you?” the bleached blonde girl asked from behind the desk.

“I have recently moved into the area and I would like to become a member.” Phoebe responded.

“Very good.” The blonde reached under the desk and pulled out some papers and a pen. She attached them to a clipboard and handed them over. “Please take a seat and fill these in.”

Phoebe sat on a sofa opposite the desk and filled in the forms. The gym practically wanted her life story. When they were done, she stood and handed them back over the counter.

“Thank you. My name is Sandra. If you’ll take a seat again, I’ll put the information into the computer and introduce you to your PT.”

“PT?”

“Personal Trainer. You say here you want to lose weight but stay feminine. A PT will be able to work out a program and guide you through until you are confident enough to do it on your own.”

“Is it extra?” Phoebe was well paid and had saved quite a bit but, with the higher rent and only herself to pay it, she had to be mindful.

“No. The owners here are very unique, they include it in the membership. Both Linc and Alistair say having access to a PT reduces the chance of injury to their clients. I am going to ask Alistair to deal with you personally.”

“Why?”

Sandra blushed. “Umm.”

“Please tell me. I prefer honesty.”

“You appear to be quite chubby although that sack you’re wearing hides it well. I assume you haven’t been to a gym before?”

Phoebe shook her head.

“You are at a higher risk of injury if you become too enthusiastic. Alistair won’t allow that to happen.”

“I understand. Thank you, Sandra.”

Phoebe moved to sit on the sofa and picked up a magazine from a table beside her. She was deep into an article when a man appeared before her.

“Miss Rogers?” Alistair held out his hand.

Phoebe stood and placed her hand in his. Her knees threatened to buckle with the powerful jolt that shot through her. “Phoebe,” she said. Her voice shook.

“Alistair Miller, Alistair to you.” He studied Phoebe closely. “Follow me please.”

Phoebe couldn’t force her feet to move. Her hand appeared glued to his and her arm jerked as he moved away but she stayed rooted to the spot.