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What God-awful timing. I look at the screen and see Manny’s name, typical of him to interrupt. I watch as Corrie speaks to his caller and his eyes widen before carrying on talking.
Pressing the answer button, I hold the phone up to my ear. “Hi, Manny, what’s up?”
“Gay? Are you fucking gay?” He shouts at me.
“What d’you mean? Why are you asking me this?” My mind is in a spin, how has he found out?
“Because the fucking photograph staring at me on my news feed has you kissing a fucking guy! That’s why I’m asking you the goddamn question.” Manny is still clamoring.
“What’s it got to do with you who I kiss? And where have you seen this?” My mind races as I try to figure out who at the race track would have passed a photograph over to the press, and come up blank. No one there would do such a thing.
“In a fucking shopping mall! What were you thinking?” Manny exclaims angrily. “Well, you’ve fucked up any chance of returning to racing. No team is gonna want a fucking queer on the team. As for me, I’m outta here. I’m not having my name associated with a faggot! Fuck you, Broderick! I quit!”
“Hey! Hey! Don’t you dare fucking talk to me like that! What the hell is up with you? Why should you care who I sleep with? What’s it got to do with you or any damn race team?” I look at Corrie, who seems to have ended his call and is staring open-mouthed at me. I stretch my arm out to reach him and he clasps it before stepping towards me, then he leans into my body. “You know, if you quit, I’m gonna sue your ass off, don’t you?”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass. I ain’t having anything do with you, you fucking queer!” Manny shouts then disconnects the call.
“It seems I’m out!” I look at Corrie and expect to see a frown but I get a lazy smile.
“Yeah, it does. We were snapped in the mall when you told me to pull my head out of my ass. Someone saw you kiss me and decided to take it to the press. Raff is all over it, calling me all kinds of stupid.” Corrie rubs his hand over his forehead, wiping away the scowl that appeared when he talked.
“What’s his problem, Corr, is it me?”
“He’s just being a dick, I’m not paying him any attention.” Corrie checks me out and the smile comes back. “Whereas you? I think I can pay you all kinds of attention.”
“Yeah? What’cha got in mind?” I see his eyes darken as he watches my mouth.
“Oh, I’ve got plenty of ideas, but they should take place somewhere a lot more comfortable than the kitchen. Come with me.”
“Wait!” I can’t believe I’m stopping him, the confusion is back on his face as he looks at me. “Just one thing.” Corrie raises one brow and waits impatiently for me to finish. “Are we good? Do you mind that we’ve been outed?”
“Griff, sweetheart. I couldn’t give a flying fuck about the photograph, but you defending us to your manager? That matters, that is what has made me believe you.” I see how honest he is and then his sexy smile appears again. “Now, are you going to let me do extremely dirty things to your body?”
“Hell yeah. Lead the way, baby.” I nudge him with my shoulder and get dragged back to our bedroom.
Corrie’s body pushes against me, forcing me back to the bed, my knees bend as I hit the mattress. “Lie down, Griff.” Corrie growls, his lips still pressing hard on mine.
I scoot back on the bed as Corrie grabs the button on my jeans and pops it open, dragging the zipper down next. He clutches the rough denim and pulls it, and my briefs, down my thighs and off my legs. I drag my shirt up over my head and throw it across the bed, not caring where it lands because Corrie’s mouth is on me. Traversing my chest, he rubs my nipples, causing them to tighten and peak. As his tongue draws circles over and around my navel, my muscles clench under his touch. Moving lower, he traces the thin line of dark hair that leads to my junk, his hot breath washing over the tip of my painfully hard dick.
“God, Corrigan. Give me your mouth, I need you on me.” My voice is high-pitched as I grow desperate for him. But I don’t get my wish, instead, he chuckles then his teeth scrape over the taut skin where my thigh meets my groin before nipping painfully. His tongue soothes the sting when I yelp, making me shudder and curse him simultaneously.
Then I’m bent double, as Corrie pushes my legs up, “Hold them there, Griff, don’t move.” I grab my legs behind my knees and pull them to my chest. “Fuck! I love your ass, babe.” He murmurs as he keeps his head between my legs.
His hands run down the back of my thighs and grip my ass, separating my cheeks. I shiver as one finger traces the tight skin of my hole, “Just beautiful.” Corrie whispers, then his mouth is on me.
Oh God, this is heaven and hell—Corrie rimming my ass, his tongue torturing me as much as it pleasures me. The feeling of his hot breath on my sensitive ring has me moaning loudly, then, as he slides up over the tight skin of my taint, he sucks one of my balls into his mouth. Swirling his tongue over and around the sphere, and sucking hard, causes a kaleidoscope of stars to detonate behind my closed eyelids.
His finger presses gently against the tight muscle at the entrance to my ass, I react instinctively and push towards him, his finger slipping easily inside me. I writhe at the pleasure as he pumps the digit slowly in and out of my body. But, fuck, his mouth returns, his tongue dipping in and out as his finger stretches and opens me. A second finger eases gently inside me, the scissoring movement allowing his tongue to stab into me. I can’t hold on, I know I’m going to explode. My dick drips streams of pre-cum over my belly as my climax swells. I feel the tremors in my spine and lighting sparks through my legs as I grip them with all my strength.
“I’m gonna come, baby. I can’t stop it.” I groan as Corrie increases the speed of his fingers in my ass and, curling them to front wall, he sweeps across my prostate once, then nudges his tortuous fingers again. My back arches off the bed as I climax; the force of my orgasm surprises me as cum fires up over my stomach and chest, some hitting my chin and lips as I scream out my pleasure, crying Corrie’s name over and over.
I feel his fingers slip from my body as I loosen the grip on my legs. His mouth travels up my twitching cock, licking and teasing as he laps the last drops of cum from the slit. Moving his tongue through the ribbons of my release on my stomach and chest, he moans as he swallows and continues his journey up my body until he reaches my mouth. His tongue slips over my bottom lip and dips into my mouth, I taste myself on him and I groan as I suck on his tongue.
“Fuck, you taste delicious.” Corrie whispers as he pulls away from my mouth, “That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen, Griff. YOU are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I prop myself up and see he is still dressed and I chuckle, “You planning on getting undressed, baby?”
“Too right, I still want your ass.” He shoots upright and starts to pull his clothes off: first his T-shirt get tossed to the floor, then he drops his pants.