Page 27 of Joey's Trick

Pulling his fingers free, Joey stood, stripped off his clothing, and grabbed a condom from his wallet. Trick snatched the condom from him, ripped it open with his teeth, and slowly slid it down Joey’s hard cock. He locked gazes with Joey as he lubed up his palm and gave Joey several strokes before leaning back against the arm of the couch, spreading his legs wide in invitation. Joey lowered himself over Trick, taking his mouth in a fiery kiss. But Joey didn’t enter him yet. He continued to rut against Trick, loving the feel of Trick’s hard muscles beneath his own.

Trick reached between them and guided Joey’s shaft to his hole. “Please, baby. Don’t tease me. Want to feel you so deep.”

Nudging the head of his cock at Trick, Joey slammed his eyes closed at the feel of Trick’s body sucking him in. The tight heataround his cock almost sent him over the edge and he had to think unsexy thoughts to keep from coming too soon. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” Joey groaned. “So hot and soft.”

A whole-body shudder wracked Joey’s runner’s frame when Trick squeezed around him. “Jesus, Trick, if you keep doing that, I am definitely not going to last long enough to pound your ass into the sofa.”

Trick gave a husky chuckle, sliding his palms over Joey’s chest and along his forearms. “Short trigger?”

“Only with you,” Joey said, giving a small thrust of his hips. Trick grinned seductively at him and wrapped his legs around Joey’s waist, urging him even deeper, if that were possible.

“The things you say,” Trick murmured, rocking his pelvis up toward Joey, increasing the friction inside of him. “Let loose, baby. Fuck me into next week.”

Joey took Trick at his word and started a punishing pace, slamming into Trick so hard the sound of flesh hitting flesh could no doubt be heard in the hallway. Sweat quickly built on their skin, the salty scent permeating the air with the smell of pre-cum and sex. The couch creaked under the harsh treatment. Joey licked, bit and nipped anywhere he could get his mouth on Trick. He wanted to leave behind marks so Trick and everyone else knew who he belonged to. The idea of leaving Trick, of being over two hundred miles away, drove him crazy. Now that he’d had Trick, he couldn’t imagine going back to sex with random men or being away from this man.

Needing to get as far inside Trick as possible, Joey pulled free of the tight sheath and flipped Trick, almost bending him over the arm of the sofa. Placing one foot on the floor for leverage and a knee on the cushion beside Trick, Joey plunged back into his hole. “Can’t get enough of you,” Joey growled, grabbing hold of Trick’s hips in a tight grip, using them to yank him back into every thrust.

“Yes,” Trick hissed. “Harder, baby.”

Joey could feel the telltale tingle in his balls, signaling his impending orgasm. He reached beneath Trick and wrapped a hand around Trick’s bobbing shaft, beginning to stroke him in time with his thrusts. The desire to feel Trick cum on his cock cooled his lust slightly, as he was dying to know how it would feel for Trick’s channel to tighten on him, draining him of every drop.

“So close,” Trick said, moaning and rocking back into Joey.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me, sexy?” Joey said, stroking Trick faster and snapping his hips again and again.

“Oh, fuck, fuck. Cumming,” Trick howled, his body tensing. Joey felt the pulsing of Trick’s prick as he splashed the couch cushions with his load. But the clenching of Trick’s asshole on his dick sent Joey careening over the edge. The hard flutters of his canal milking him wrenched a loud grunt from Joey, a grunt which continued with every spurt into the condom deep inside Trick. His toes curled from the pleasure swamping his body and he leaned his head back, relishing the mind-blowing climax tearing through him.

Joey panted as he collapsed onto Trick’s back, his forehead between Trick’s shoulder blades. Tiny aftershocks trickled along his body. He couldn’t contain the hiss he let forth when he slipped free of Trick’s entrance. Taking care of the condom, Joey helped Trick up from the couch, wincing when he saw the red mark across Trick’s chest where it had dug into the arm of the couch. “Sorry,” he said, running his fingers along the mark.

Trick grinned. “I’m not. That was fucking amazing.”

Chuckling, Joey took Trick’s hand and led him into the bedroom. “Yeah? Did I ruin you for everyone else?”

Trick yanked Joey to him, expression fierce, saying, “Damn right you did,” before kissing him breathless.

Joey took Trick down to the mattress, desperate to ensure Trick really had been ruined for other guys. Insane jealousy raged through him at the idea of anyone else touching Trick, getting to hear the moans the man gave while being sucked off, or seeing the way Trick’s eyes darkened with passion when he was turned on. No one else would ever get to know what loving Trick felt like. Joey froze, his mind rabbiting a million miles a second.Oh… shit.

“Everything okay?” Trick asked, frowning at him while running his fingers through Joey’s sweaty hair.

“Yeah,” Joey whispered, still blown away at his mind’s revelation. He still loved Trick. Had he ever stopped? Even with all of his anger toward Trick, had he mistaken love for hatred? Instead of answering the questioning look on Trick’s face, Joey captured his mouth in another kiss, pushing the thoughts from his mind. He didn’t quite know how to process his feelings, especially since he was heading back to Orlando tomorrow.

8

They slept very little that night, each of them taking the other multiple times over the hours until dawn. It wasn’t until they both collapsed from exhaustion, did they get a couple of hours consecutively. The sound of the shower cutting on woke Joey, and he saw sunlight filtering in around Trick’s blackout curtains. Rolling over, he stretched, his muscles burning from constant use. Sliding from the bed, he entered the bathroom to see Trick soaping his chest. He leaned a shoulder against the door, a smile hovering on his lips, as he watched.

“Why don’t you join me?” Trick said, turning his head toward Joey.

Joey entered the shower stall, closing the door behind him, and wrapped his arms around Trick from behind. He nuzzled at Trick’s throat. “Good morning.”

“Good indeed,” Trick murmured, leaning back into him. Joey ran his lips over Trick’s bare shoulder in a gentle caress. “Do you want to order breakfast in?”

Humming, Joey slid his palms along Trick’s chest, over his abdomen and lower to his half-mast cock. “Insatiable, are we?”

“Can’t get enough of you,” Trick replied, turning his head to kiss Joey. It was awkward, but damn if it wasn’t hot. Joey lightly stroked Trick, squeezing the shaft coming to full hardness.

“Surprised you have anything left in these,” Joey said, using his other hand to fondle Trick’s balls.

“I don’t,” Trick said, rutting into Joey’s grip. “But damn if I care.”