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Authors: Taylor V. Donovan
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have unprotected oral sex with anyone.”
“Are you tempted now?” He slid his hands around Sam’s hips
and gripped his ass.
He held Mac’s head with those trembling hands of his and
lowered his upper body until he was able to kiss him. “Fuck yeah,
I am.”
Mac didn’t need to hear anything else. He opened his mouth
and took him in as deep as he could with complete abandon.
“Ohh, God!” Sam gripped his shoulder with such force,
Mac would’ve winced had he not been so completely taken by
the glimpse into heaven that was Sam’s texture and flavor in his
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mouth. “Shit… you gotta slow down, Mac, please. I don’t wanna
come too soon.”
He tried to pull away but Mac wouldn’t let him. He wanted
Sam as out of control as he was, and judging by the way he
tangled his fingers in Mac’s hair and fucked his mouth, Mac was
well on his way to accomplishing that goal.
Mac relaxed his throat and went deeper; Sam threw his head
back and made a guttural sound, his hips bucking in frantic
thrusts. Mac bobbed his head up and down, then sucked hard on
Sam’s thickness, and although his intention was to get his Yankee
to come as fast and hard as he could, he wasn’t ready for the load
of seed Sam spilled all over his tongue. He recovered remarkably
fast though, eagerly swallowing every warm, slightly salty drop.
“Jesus… fucking Christ…” Sam gulped and stared at him.
“Was that good?” Mac whispered, and wasn’t it pathetic that
all of a sudden he needed a verbal approval.
“It was… perfect…” He closed his eyes for a second, then
pulled Mac up. “Come here.”
He went willingly, letting Sam wrap him up in his arms and
kiss him slowly while the vibrating plug in his ass got him ready
for round two.
It was past time they got out of the shower, but he was
reluctant to break contact; not wanting to leave that intimate
cocoon they’d somehow managed to create. Mac knew it had to
be an illusion, that it was probably his imagination and his lover
wasn’t even aware of it. He knew it wouldn’t last, but real or not,
he wanted to bask in it for as long as he could, because he’d never
known anything like it before.
“Water’s damn cold.” Sam kissed him one more time and
turned the faucet off. “Whadda ya say we take this to bed?”
“Okay.”
Mac opened the shower curtain and grabbed two towels,
handing one over to Sam before stepping out of the bathroom.
Doing his best not to feel self conscious and mentally getting
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ready for what was coming; both the intercourse and the
possibility of Sam turning into a prick and everything going to
shit.
So far his experience with the guy had been completely
opposite to what he’d had with Travis. His ex had been ashamed
of his sexuality, and after their split Mac had been ashamed by his
own sneaking around in order to fulfill his need to be with a man.
As a result the sex had always been lacking.
But this time it was different. Although his deal with his
family wouldn’t be over for another few months, he was away
from home and not worried about who might see him. He was
with a man who was secure in his sexuality, a man he wouldn’t
see again and with whom Mac could be himself, and he rejoiced
in the freedom that gave him. Still, he found himself reaching
for the light switch and turning it off, because his business had
always been done in the dark.
As it turned out, Sam wouldn’t have any of that.
“Leave it.” He flipped the light back on and took Mac’s towel,
throwing it carelessly over the couch along with his. “I want to be
able to see your reaction when I finally eat your ass. I’m going to
make sure you love it and you’re going to show me how much.”
“Jaysus…” Mac whispered, incapable of looking away from
those amazing blue eyes; not even when his back hit the bed
after his lover not so gently pushed him onto it and immediately
followed him down.
What ensued after Sam’s statement was straight out of Mac’s
wildest dreams. He was handled with so much care and passion
he found it difficult to breathe at times. The kisses were soft, wet,
possessive, and even bruising. And after their conversation in the
shower it was clear all bets were off.
There wasn’t an inch of his body that didn’t get licked and
kissed. He was explored and positively appraised, spread open
and probed, left quivering and sometimes flat out levitating off
the bed in an attempt to get either his prick or pucker closer to
Sam’s mouth.
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It was the most natural thing to lie on his back and give up
control. To slide his hands down Sam’s muscular back and grab
his ass; to pull his hair and rub himself against his thick, hard
cock; to accommodate him between his legs so that they could
share yet another kiss and later, when neither one could wait
any longer, to wrap them around his lover’s waist to make the
ultimate claim over Mac’s body as easy and painless as possible.
And Sam smiled at him. His expression was pure bliss. Mac
could relate. He felt exactly the same way, all because Sam was
inside him.
Then he started to move, slowly pushing his dick deep inside
him. Mac locked his legs around Sam and clung to him as they
moved together in the kind of perfect rhythm that should have
been impossible between strangers. Sam’s possession of his body
was so thorough it made Mac feel as if he were choking on a
goddamn lump.
Mac remained so hard it was painful. This time around he
didn’t resent submitting to another male. He was in this position
because he chose to be, not because he felt he had to in order
to keep his man. And he liked it. He felt powerful knowing he
was giving Sam so much pleasure he couldn’t stop whispering
Mac’s name. He’d never felt so full or more open; never wanted
something as much as he wanted to have this, whatever this was,
forever.
Shaking his head, he reached down and started pulling on
his length, desperate to come again, not really surprised when
Sam lifted himself on one arm and pushed Mac’s hand out of
the way. The guy liked to be in charge of things, including Mac’s
pleasure. And really, who was he to complain? Especially when
the shift in position had Sam’s dick rubbing his prostate every
time he moved.
Mac opened his legs wider and let out a growl, unable to
control the series of spasms that shook him to his core. Sam
jerked him off, tangled their tongues together, and increased the
speed of his lean hips, pinning him down with his amazing body.
Mac was lost. His body surrendered to his lover’s wicked
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ministrations, but not even such intense pleasure could make him
close his eyes and miss the beauty that was Sam’s face while in the
throes of orgasmic heaven.
It was raw between them. Decadent and primal.
Sexy Super Agent had taken him and spoiled him for life in
the process. Mac just knew it, but that was something he wouldn’t
start to worry about until later on.
Not until they continued to kiss even though the sex was over.
Not until he found himself resting his head on Sam’s chest
and sighing contentedly when powerful arms encircled him.
Wasn’t sex with strangers supposed to be emotionally
unfulfilling? Wasn’t this affair supposed to be casual? Pleasure
without the psychological drama? Wasn’t cuddling supposed to
be against some sacred rule? Mac had never cuddled before and
he couldn’t think of a worse time to start doing so. He struggled
with confusion and frustration, and he tried to regain some
control over his stirred emotions.
He needed to get up. He needed to do something that would
sever this false sense of connection between them and…
“Is it Mackenzie?” Sam’s low voice snapped him out of his
thoughts.
“Huh?”
“Your name… Mac…” he clarified, sliding long, slightly
callused fingers over Mac’s ribcage. “What is it short for? Mackey?
Macon? McNeil? McLeod? Is it your first or last name?”
“Machlan Sean O’Bannon,” he said after a long pause,
somewhat surprised Sam wanted to know.
“It suits you.”
“Thanks.” He pulled the blankets and covered them both.
“Mind if I take a nap?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He just
closed his eyes, convinced that feigning sleep was as good an idea
as any to put some distance between him and Sam. “I’m worn
out after the flight and whatnot.”
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“Knock yourself out,” Sam said, kissing him on the head.
“Wake me up in an hour,” he instructed, settling one of his
legs over Sam’s, his semi-hard, insatiable prick poking his lover’s
thigh.
“You got thirty minutes, Tex.”
Mac didn’t even get ten.
June 17, 2009
New York City
Reaching the booth where his teammates were waiting for
him started to feel like an obstacle course to Sam the moment
he crossed Tangerine’s entrance door. As a rather attractive
and successful bisexual man, he was more than used to being
approached, but the gays from NYC could be scary in their
intensity and single-mindedness when it came to getting what
they wanted.
And they wanted Sam.
By the time he made it to the first floor bar and ordered two
bottles of water he had side-stepped five guys, avoided three
others, and collected seven… no, eight phone numbers. He
put the last one he’d gotten from the bartender in his pocket
and looked around the club for Zane and Logan, trying not to
think about what’d happened the last time he’d been anywhere
near this particular club… doing his best to keep all Mac related
thoughts away.
He noticed the blond before he did his teammates.
With his heart beating as hard as the thumping bass coming
from the speakers strategically placed around the dance floor he
studied the twink currently sitting between his friends. The hair,
the height, the weight, and possibly attitude; all of it was right.
He looked just like every single one of Lev’s victims. But he was
alive and had information Zane and Logan were sure pertained
to their case, and Sam could’ve jumped out of pure joy.
He briefly glanced backward when a heavy hand landed on his
shoulder, handed over one of the bottles to Duncan and gestured
toward the booth occupied by the other guys. His second in
command’s eyes opened to the kind of big Sam only got to see
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in the Saturday morning cartoons back when he was a kid, and
he could totally relate.
Week after week since the case had been assigned to them, the
four male members of his team had been taking turns in making
the rounds, hitting the hottest clubs in the NYC gay scene, on the
lookout for anything or anyone that could lead them to the perp,
and it looked like their dedication was about to pay off.
Sam and Duncan had been checking things out over at
Homme, an upscale, by invitation only gay sex club located in the
Upper East Side, when he’d gotten a call from Zane telling him
they had someone who might know Lev and to get their asses to
Tangerine. They’d done so ASAP.
“Hey guys,” Sam greeted as soon as he reached the booth.
“Fill me in.”
“Ryan Lewis, meet Special Agents Shaughnessy and
Kowalski.” Logan got the introductions out of the way and
moved closer to their potential witness to make room for Sam
and Duncan. Meanwhile, the Ryan dude kept looking from one
man to the next, gaping like a fish out of water.
“Are you kidding me?” the guy asked. “I’m ready to tell the
world about this asshole, you know? No need to pretend you’re
Feds in order to get me to talk.”
“We already told you, we aren’t pretending.” Annoyance was
clear in Zane’s voice.
Four bureau identifications were presented at once, with the
kind of perfect coordination only achieved after dozens of times
of doing the same.
“My my, color this girl lucky.” Ryan tilted his head low enough
to almost touch his lean shoulder with it and licked his lips. “I
think I got the only young, sexy, and gorgeous FBI agents in
existence all focused on me, wanting to talk and hopefully much
more.”
“Let’s talk about your date with Peter, shall we?” said Logan,
smooth as usual.
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“Right.” The guy’s face twisted in disgust. “Met him here a
little over a month ago. Boy next door kind of cute, nothing
special about him other than he seemed to be a little lost… could
have been an act. He said his name was Peter, but I think he was
lying. Anyway, he asked me for my number and I gave it to him.