Sexy as Hell Box Set (111 page)

I gazed at the tip of my cock as my orgasm grew. My slit, dark and juicy, was widening as the pressure built in my bollocks. Each time it peeked from between Marti’s perfect tits I was closer to the edge.

But I was never far from that precipice of ecstasy, truth be told. Everything about him turned me on, got me going. I was insatiable when he was around, and now that we lived together I was in permanent bliss. His sweet perfume, quiet words of affection that wrapped around me in the darkness, soft skin and delicate bone structure just made me want to possess him, own him for all of time. Make him happy the way he’d always longed to be and in turn find that contentment of my own.

“Fuck yeah,” I groaned, “tighter, squeeze me tighter.”

I yanked at his hair until the long strands were sharp between my fingers. I wouldn’t have pulled a woman’s hair like that, my upbringing wouldn’t allow it, but Marti, he might look like a woman but he was a bloke, he could handle the rough play.

“Oh, Jeez,” he gasped, shunting his body forward and squeezing his fake tits closer around my dick. “Yes, fuck me, like that.”

The heat was there, a burn that had to release. I tipped my head, stared at his beautiful face and came. Long strings of cum burst from me, splattering up to the hollow of his throat and by his left collarbone.

His face twisted, his mouth hung slack, and his tongue poked out a little.

“Ah…ah…ah, don’t stop,” I panted, my vision blurring, my words slurring.

He kept on fucking me with his tits, hugging me close with them, sliding the silken skin over my throbbing erection.

More cum, thick and milky, erupted. This time landing on his sternum and splattering onto the steep rises of his breasts. It looked bloody amazing, and when a final burst of pleasure tore from me my eyes watered with emotion.

I’d never loved anyone the way I loved this man of mine. I’d do anything for him. Spend the rest of my life proving my devotion.

“I love you,” he whispered, slowing and relaxing the pressure on his tits. “I really fucking love you. God, and when you do that…”

I gasped for breath and released the hold I had on his hair. “When I do this?”

“Yeah, when you come all over me, I bloody love it. Makes me feel owned by you.”

“You are.” Though panting, I managed a grin. “You are owned by me, every delectable inch of you. What’s more…” I smoothed my fingertips through my warm cum, rubbing it into his alabaster skin. “I know you’ll always give me what I need.”

“Yes, because you always give me what I need too.”

“That’s my intention.”

He leaned to the side, and I missed his body heat.

“Where are you going?”

“To get a drink of water but I’ll be straight back.”

I shifted to allow him to scoot from the bed and then I took hold of my softening cock. “Yeah, and when you do I’ll sort
that
bad boy out for you.” I nodded at his cock. I thought he might have come, too, the way he’d grimaced and his eyes had glazed at the moment of my climax, but it seemed, judging by the fierce erection he was sporting, that hadn’t been the case.

“Great.” He grabbed a wad of tissues and wiped at his throat and chest. “I’ll hold you to it.”

He turned, and I flopped onto the pillows, making sure I was at an angle to admire his high, pert buttocks before he walked out of view.

Life had never been so good.

Before I’d met Marti, I’d been confused by my need to dominate, take control, and I’d had relationships with other guys who’d also wanted to top. It hadn’t worked, and all had ended messily. But with Marti it came so naturally, had done from day one. I guessed it was because he was so at ease with himself, comfortable with the exquisite person he’d become despite society being confused by him at times.

And it was that self-assurance that had drawn me in. He was who he was, did what he did, and that’s all there was to it. So when he handed his pleasure over to me to control, his safety too when we played hard, I was awed by that trust and humbled by his confidence in me. Each time we tried something new he claimed another part of my soul, proving we were meant to be.

Others came and went. We had a couple of friends we invited to join us in scenes, in bed too. But at the end of the day it was only us, we were more than the physical. Our committed, loving relationship had become the achievement we were both proudest of in our lives.

“Shit! Quick, Joel, get the fuck in here.”

My languid state flipped to panic mode at the sound of fear in Marti’s voice. I scrambled from the bed then lurched from the room with a million anxieties racing through my head. “What? What is it?”

“It’s Rio. Look.”

Marti stood naked in the middle of the room holding Rio up so he could peer beneath her belly. His dick had softened considerably, though the gulley between his tits was still red from friction.

“Is there something wrong? Has she hurt herself?” I asked, rushing to his side and placing a hand on Rio’s smooth, hard body.

“She’s got blisters or something, look, under here.” Marti frowned and nodded at Rio’s pale underside.

“Oh, fuck. That doesn’t look good.” I shook my head and bit on my bottom lip.

The long, thin blisters appeared fluid-filled. One had burst and kind of scabbed, though it seemed soggy.

“I’ve got to get her to a vet. Now,” Marti said with a tremble in his tone.

“Really? This time of night?”

“Yes, look, her nose is running too. I thought she was off when I left for the show tonight, and she didn’t eat yesterday and…” Tears welled in his eyes. “I should have noticed these earlier. Oh, what must she think of me?”

“Shh, it’s okay. Of course we’ll get her to a vet. Let me get dressed and I’ll get onto the internet. There has to be a twenty-four-hour reptile specialist somewhere in North London.”

“Do you think?” He pulled Rio close to his tits, and the end of her long body wound around his upper arm and back.

“Yes, absolutely.” I didn’t really believe snakes had a big enough brain to have the emotion of love, but even a sceptic like me could see that Rio was very attached to Marti. He was her carer, her provider.

“It’ll be okay,” I said, reaching over to the passenger side of my car to squeeze Marti’s thigh. “Really, she’s probably just caught it on something.”

“No, it seems more.” He fiddled with the silver band on his left ring finger, a gift from me four years ago on Christmas Day.

“Well, we’ll soon know.” I took my hand from his leg and clicked on the indicator. “Here it is.”

A spotlight shone down on a small sign in the gateway of a brick-enclosed house,
S Reed BVMS, MRCVS
. I swung inside, the Volvo’s tyres crunching on the gravel.

“It looks dark, closed,” Marti worried.

“Yes, but I spoke to him, the vet. He said to come straight away; his practice runs a twenty-four-hour emergency service for reptiles.”

“But—”

Marti stopped protesting as the front door of the large, Georgian-style house swung open and a pool of light flooded onto the steps, illuminating a topiary bush and a hanging basket full of ivy.

In the doorway stood a man. Tall, wide-shouldered, and wearing a white, half-length medical-style jacket. His hair was short, super-short from what I could make out, and when I swung the car alongside a Range Rover, he jogged down the stairs with urgency in his movements.

Marti was out of the car before I even pulled the keys from the ignition.

“She’s in the back,” Marti said, his thin-heeled suede boots kicking up tiny stones in his rush to get Rio’s cage from the rear seat.

“Great. You didn’t take long to get here which is a good start.”

I grabbed my jacket. Jumped out and followed them into the house. The vet took the huge carry case from Marti. He needn’t have worried, though, Marti might look feminine but he had male muscles beneath his tight pink dress and fitted black leather jacket.

“Thank you for seeing us at such short notice,” I said, slipping into the hallway and pushing up the door.

“It’s no problem, it’s my job.” He held out his hand to me. I took it and shook. “I’m Sheldon by the way, been into reptiles all my life. Love ’
em.”

“That’s good to know. I’m Joel, and this is Marti.”

He looked at Marti.

“I’m so worried about Rio,” Marti said. “I’ve had her nearly ten years, she’s so precious to me.” He stroked the case with his long pink fingernails, sending a scratching sound around the starkly lit hallway.

A flash of realization crossed Sheldon’s face. It was barely there, but I was finely tuned to notice these things. He’d guessed correctly and instantly that beneath the make-up, the hair, and the delectable figure, Marti was a man.

All man.

“We’ll have her sorted in no time,” Sheldon said without missing a beat. “From the symptoms your…friend described on the phone, it sounds like blister disease. Quite common and not very pleasant but luckily very treatable.” He reached out and rested his hand on Marti’s forearm. “Really, try not to worry, you might stress her out more if she senses it.”

A sudden warmth flooded my stomach. Sheldon was okay with us, who we were, what Marti was. I wasn’t really in the mood to have to battle someone else’s opinion. Not tonight. Not when Marti looked so pale and worried that I was fearful he might swoon.

“Come this way.” Sheldon strode forward, and we followed.

I wrapped an arm around Marti’s waist and thought what a damn fine
arse the vet had. A little on the round side, perhaps, not from fat but just because that’s the way he was, and his denims highlighted the grabbable flesh perfectly.

I glanced at Marti, saw him looking in the same direction I’d just been. He licked his lips.

Good, he wasn’t that far gone on a worry-trip that he couldn’t appreciate a fine specimen when he saw one.

“Would you like to both come in?” Sheldon held open the door to a small clinical room.

“Yes,” Marti said, scooting forward, high heels tapping on the hard floor. “Shall I get her out?”

“That would be great.”

Sheldon set the case on the floor and stepped aside for Marti to open it.

Marti bent double. His skirt rose up, and the backs of his
stockinged thighs were suddenly on display. Another six inches and it would have been possible to see the silky black knickers he wore, the ones that matched the bra he’d rapidly pulled on in our haste to get out of the door.

Damn, he could look good without hardly even trying.

I glanced at Sheldon. Caught him staring at the shapely legs on show. His eyes were a tad narrow, and he tugged on his bottom lip.

Suddenly he turned to me. Caught my gaze and then raised his eyebrows, just a fraction. There was a blush of
colour on his cheeks, and his dark eyes glistened.

Fuck a duck, the bloke
liked what he saw. He was as queer as queer could be and into cocks and tits to boot. Who’da thought it?

“Here she is.” Marti stood upright, holding Rio tight against his body.

Rio’s head slithered over his shoulder, and her tail tickled the floor.

“Hold her up a bit,
so I can see her belly.” Sheldon stepped forward. His hand touched Marti’s, and they shared a brief glance at each other’s faces.

Marti fluttered his lashes, just a quick, flirty breeze, the way he did when he saw something he appreciated and his cock was responding.

Despite my worry about Rio, a tremble of anticipation swept through my guts. It had been over a year since we’d both seen someone we fancied the pants off, and who appeared to be animated by the look of us too.

Could Sheldon be a third person in our bed? An extra cock for a night or nights of fun? I certainly wouldn’t kick him out. He
was handsome in a rough kind of way. His jawline stubble was the same length as his hair, and he had a scar on his right cheek, about an inch long and silvery. He was manoeuvering Rio around as though she barely weighed anything, his biceps and shoulders tensing and shifting beneath that sexy white jacket of his. I could smell him, too, cedar and smokewood, perhaps a dash of cinnamon.

I’d bet my best bloody road bike that he was a Dom. There was absolutely nothing submissive about his movements or his tone of voice. He was a guy who enjoyed being in control.

My, my, wasn’t Marti going to be happy—once we got poor Rio sorted, that was.

Sheldon worked his magic on Rio, which included antibiotics and a recommended night in the on-site hospital—a room out the back that held several other reptiles, various species, in a variety of cages.

“I think you need to get a new humidity recorder, Marti,” Sheldon said, shutting the door on his overnight visitors and striding towards us.

“Really?” Marti said, flicking his hair over his shoulders. “Why?”

“It’s probably been too moist in her aquarium, that’s the usual cause of blister disease. But she can stay here for now until you’ve sorted it out.”