Heart on the Run (13 page)

Chaz didn’t pay his inquiry any mind, staring at the thick plug that settled next to the lube.

Sprocket cleared his throat louder than necessary until he got his lover’s attention again. “Key?”

“
Uh…oh!” Chaz sat up quickly, face heating with a handsome red flush. “They’re rigged. They lock, but the release is the little button right there”—he pointed at the cuffs—“on the side.”

Sprocket tested them. Satisfied that they would do the trick, he added them to the growing pile next to Chaz.

“
Lie down and grab your legs, open yourself for me,” Sprocket commanded as he walked to the end of the bed, looking his lover over.

Without hesitation, Chaz hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled them up to his chest, rolling back in the process.

“
Beautiful,” Sprocket sighed as he admired Chaz’s puckered hole. He took a moment to appreciate the perfect sight, absentmindedly fisting his cock as he stared.

“
Don’t…” Chaz whispered.

“
Don’t what?”

“
Don’t tease me, Sprocket…please…” Chaz’s pleading came in wispy breaths. He rolled farther back on his shoulders, pushing his ass higher in the air for Sprocket’s attention.

“
Fuck me,” Sprocket groaned.

“
No…me…”

All right, that was enough torture for the both of them. Sprocket climbed on the king-size bed and crawled right up to Chaz’s exposed opening. He buried his face between the spread cheeks, rubbing his nose across the wrinkled skin, inhaling his lover’s scent before wetting the delicate area with the blunt of his tongue. Chaz’s hips jerked, but otherwise the man behaved and stayed relatively still.

Sprocket stroked over and over Chaz’s asshole before pursing his lips and spitting right in the center of it, watching it flutter, accepting the liquid. He used his middle finger to rub the moisture around before entering Chaz’s body slowly up to his knuckle.

“
Yes,” Chaz cried out, pushing down on Sprocket’s finger.

Sprocket curled his finger, massaging the soft inside walls, tapping on that special walnut-shaped, pleasure-inducing spot. With each movement, Chaz’s voice ratcheted up higher and higher. When Sprocket’s tongue joined the intrusion, curses were flung at him, threats toward his body parts if he didn’t immediately finish what he’d started.

Perhaps he should invest in a ball gag to add to the drawer of wonders. Something to think about for next time.

He reached over without looking and grabbed the lube and plug, dragging them back to him.

“
Such a foul mouth you have. Do your co-workers know you talk like that?” Sprocket chuckled, slowly spreading a generous dollop of lube on the plug.

“
Uh…since none of their tongues have poked my prostate, probably not.”

“
You give me too much credit. Breathe deeply…” Sprocket steadily pushed the plug into Chaz. “I don’t think my tongue is long enough to actually poke your prostate. Now, my finger on the other hand…” The plug all the way in, Sprocket gave it a twist, smiling at the responsive squeak.

Hooking his finger through the handcuffs, Sprocket dragged them over to him as he lowered Chaz’s legs. Raising his hand, he winked as the metal bracelets dangled between them. He slowly crawled up Chaz’s body, making sure his leaking dick kept in constant contact with his lover’s skin, drawing a line of moisture all the way up his abdomen.

“
I like your bedframe. All pretty white metal with lots of closed loops to attach you to.” He purred as he straddled Chaz’s chest, lifting his arms to the headboard.

“
Yeah…”

As Sprocket leaned forward to handcuff Chaz to the bed, he felt hot moisture surround the tip of his cock. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop his groan, quickly locking Chaz up before scurrying back down the man’s body and away from that tempting mouth.

“
Very cute,” he chided, “but I believe I said it was my turn.”

With that threat, Sprocket began his exploration of Chaz’s body. He licked from the smooth skin of his shoulders across the bare expanse of chest. When he hit the belly button, he dipped his tongue in it, flicking back and forth until he got a mash-up of what had to be a giggle and moan.

Where his tongue didn’t taste, his fingers tickled. No inch went untouched all the way down to the instep.

Finally, Sprocket drew himself back up the left leg, playing with the fine hairs on the inside thigh, until his face was in Chaz’s groin.

Sprocket examined his lover’s cock up close and very personal. Every bump and curve imprinted in Sprocket’s mind forever with the help of all five senses. Even hearing, as the auburn pubic hair crinkled while rubbed against Sprocket’s cheek.

He alternated his hand between twisting the plug and pulling on Chaz’s balls while deep-throating his long, lean prick, making sure the dual hoops of his viper bites massaged the delicate skin with each stroke both ways.

“
Sprocket.” Urgency punctuated Chaz’s exclamation.

“
Mmm?” Sprocket’s tongue vibrated with the question.

Metal on metal sang out in a loud clanking noise. Sprocket raised his head to see Chaz pulling against the handcuffs, his finger tracing over the metal ring.

“
You better not be thinking of releasing them. Don’t make me buy a different set with a key.” Sprocket growled, sitting back on his legs.

“
You’re killing me,” Chaz huffed out. “I can’t…I need…now.”

Sprocket smiled, reaching to grab the box of condoms without taking his eyes off his prey. “I don’t think you’re desperate enough for me quite yet.” He tore off the cellophane and threw it to the floor.

“
Fuck, how much more desperate do you want me?”

Sprocket shrugged like he had all the time in the world. “I don’t know. How badly do you want this?” He grabbed the base of his erection and slapped it over Chaz’s crease, encouraging the man to spread his legs and lift them as much as he could without the help of his hands.

“
I do…I want…”

Sprocket guided the tip to the base of the plug, rubbing it so hard into the thinly spread skin of Chaz’s opening that the cockhead flattened against it. “You want what? You’re already stuffed full, so pretty too. That not enough for you?”

“
Out…pull it out…I want you in me, not some plastic thing,” Chaz pleaded through gritted teeth.

Sprocket squeezed his eyes and the base of his cock simultaneously. “Shit, Chaz…you can make me come with just your voice and words.”

Opening his eyes, he quickly ripped open the packet and suited up. After he dribbled some extra lube on, feeling the heat reach through the latex and push his throbbing prick another step closer to climax, he grabbed the plug. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered as he yanked it out of Chaz’s body and tossed it to the floor.

Before Chaz had a chance to react to the harsh movement, Sprocket shoved himself in completely with one sure thrust.

“
Yes!” Chaz shouted.

They seemed to instinctively know each other’s rhythm, hips snapping in time. Chaz gave as well as he received. Sweat trickled from Sprocket’s forehead, down his nose to his chin, to drip onto his lover’s face and chest. But it still wasn’t enough, even with his balls repeatedly pounding Chaz’s ass along with his cock, it didn’t satisfy Sprocket.

He wanted more of this man. He fucking needed more. He couldn’t end this until Chaz was completely sated.

After a particularly powerful thrust, Sprocket put Chaz’s ankles on his shoulders as he scrambled to get his feet under him, curling his toes into the sheets and mattress. This position rolled Chaz back on his shoulders even more, allowing Sprocket to drive down into him with stronger, longer strokes.

“
Sprocket!” Chaz called out. “I’m…”

Sprocket widened his eyes when Chaz’s ass muscles contracted around him, tightening their grip on him to the point of almost pain. Without either of them touching Chaz’s cock, he released stream after stream of cum. His eyes froze in an unseeing stare as he rode through his orgasm.

The most beautiful man Sprocket ever saw.

Fighting through the tense hold Chaz had on him, Sprocket continued his punishing pace, chasing after his own climax, craving to join his lover in the bliss that would complete his night.

Another pound, another withdrawal…it was right there, just out of reach for him.

Fingers floated over his chest, up his neck, outlining his lips. “Sprocket,” Chaz whispered.

That soft, glorious voice pushed him the final way, and Sprocket groaned as his cock jerked. It took numerous pulses for his balls to finally empty. Completely depleted, he used the last of his energy to pull out and remove the condom, tying it off and dropping it on the floor.

“
You do realize you’re the one picking all that crap off my floor, right?” Chaz joked.

Taking a deep breath, grateful that Chaz would assume it was because of their strenuous fucking instead of the nerves that suddenly took over Sprocket’s thoughts, he firmly stated, “I’ll do it tomorrow morning while you cook me breakfast.”

Chaz pulled Sprocket toward him, a smile on his lips. “Good, I’ve got a new stuffed French toast recipe I’ve been wanting to try out…on you…”

Chapter Ten

“
Sprocket.” He shook the man’s shoulder again, his fingers pale against the rich colors of the phoenix tattoo covering that area. “Sprocket!”

A hearty snore was his only answer. Sprocket lay sprawled in the bed, a heavy, sexy lump of man tangled in white sheets, sleeping the deep, dreamless, silent sleep of the truly sated.

Wincing at the ache in his ass that gave testament to that assumption, Chaz leaned over the sleeping man. “We have to get up.”

Sprocket peeled one eye open and gave the windows a baleful glare. “It’s not even daybreak. Why are you up?”

“
I have to be at work at six-thirty today because Dermot is taking Xander to the dentist.” Chaz stretched, appreciating the various aches of muscles well used as a welcome reminder of a night of excess.

“
Five more minutes,” Sprocket mumbled, rolling over and closing his eyes again. His dark lashes rested on his cheeks, giving him an innocent expression very at odds with his normal one.

“
Five more minutes,” Chaz agreed. “But don’t forget to clean up the mess you made while I make breakfast.”

“
Already did.”

Could you hear someone smirk? Because Chaz was damned sure he’d heard a smirk in Sprocket’s smug, sated tone. “I meant the mess on the floor.” He shivered, remembering the rasp of Sprocket’s tongue on his skin, cleaning up other messes.

“
Oh, that… I think you shouldn’t hold me to that. After all…”

“
Oh, I’m holding you to it all right.” Chaz climbed out of bed and tossed his pillow at Sprocket, who grabbed it and stuffed it under his head without turning. “Breakfast in half an hour.” He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the handsome man in his bed… Wanted really nothing more than to crawl back in the bed with him, but he forced himself to put on the jeans he’d worn the day before and leave the room.

In the spacious kitchen of his luxury apartment, he put on a pot a coffee, gathered two mugs and set them on a tray. As an afterthought, he added a silver pot of the pumpkin spice creamer he’d mixed up a few days earlier. It wasn’t Prudence’s—he hadn’t quite managed to unravel the mystery of Prudence’s flavor blend—but it was good. Sprocket would like it.

You should talk to Prudence about that
—
adding flavored creamers to her product line.

Chaz poured one cup of coffee and left it on the counter then added the second cup to the tray. He carried the tray down to the bedroom and discovered that, true to his word, Sprocket had picked up the debris from the night before. His cheeks burned gently at that memory.