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Maybe I should invite him over to my place again, Lawrence thought, continuing to examine the baker. Probably the poor guy thinks I got what I wanted and then I wasn’t interested in him anymore. I have to prove to him it’s not like that, show him how much I want him, mind, body, and soul, for as long as he wants me.

It’s about time you come clean to Lawrence, Albert said to himself, locking eyes with the man sitting in front of him. Tonight, if he invites you to his place, you’ll accept and will open up about your past. He wants you as you are, with flaws, fears, nightmares, and everything in between, wants you to be happy, the baker concluded his internal monologue. Closing his eyes, he promised himself to let himself go; this biker won’t hurt him.

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Yelling curses, Rick slammed the door of the dilapidated farmhouse that served as shelter for the biker gang after Old Jim’s heir kicked them out of the trailer. He went upstairs, the staircase and rail creaking under his heavy steps. Once in the room he proudly called his own, the man plopped down on the bed, then climbed on it.

Laying on his back, Rick made efforts to cool off after the fight he had with the President of the motorcycle club and his two main minions. All three of them were ungrateful bastards and blood-sucking leeches, but he couldn’t afford to be offended right now. Having his own room and getting a bigger cut of the gang’s drug dealing business were privileges only a few members could brag about having.

The old, springy mattress protested under Rick’s weight when he rolled on one side, and his nostrils were hit by the pungent odor of sweat coming from under him. The floor offered an unpleasant sight, covered as it was in all kinds of stains, from wine and ketchup to beer, coffee and even cum.

The stench in the room made Rick scrunch his nose in disgust. This place looks and smells like a fucking pig stall, he thought. Usually, the mess and foulness in the air didn’t bother him at all, but the fight from earlier made him more irritable than usual. If that fucking useless Albert bitch would be here, the fucking place would be sparkling clean and smelling like roses.

But the pathetic little whore took advantage of Rick’s absence from the camp and vanished into thin air, taking those snotty brats and the cop woman with him. The man on the bed mentally cursed his bad luck: just when he thought the little loser was left unprotected, now that Old Jim kicked the bucket, he proved everyone wrong.

From what Rick heard, the whiny little bitch was now at The Base, where he was playing the baker and making lots and lots of money out of that. If only my fucking so-called friends who were supposed to keep an eye on that pathetic form of life would have done their job well, he thought, anger starting to boil inside him again.

But of course the fuckers didn’t give a damn, and why would they, Rick continued his internal monologue, balling his fists in frustration. None of them were yelled at by the Prez and his cronies to bring more money to the table if he wanted abigger share of profits. As if the whole thing wasn’t my idea in the first place and my ass isn’t in the greatest danger if the cops or the feds catch wind of it.

That Albert bitch was quite loaded when Rick met him for the first time, three years earlier, but now, since Old Jim and his successor pardoned all his debts to Bratva, he was filthy rich. Rumors had it his old man stole a few million dollars from the Russians, and hid that fortune so well, no one found it in thirty-five years.

The guy must’ve left something behind, though, a clue of sorts, for his son and heir to use when time came, Rick thought, frowning. Of course, the worthless piece of trash won’t share that knowledge or the treasure itself willingly, unless he would find a way to make him. I almost fucking broke him once, I can do it again, and this time, it will be for good, the man on the bed said to himself, his lips twisted in a cruel, ugly smile.

CHAPTER 15

''Let me take care of you.'' Lawrence heatedly whispered, gently shoving the other man to the edge of the bed. He pushed him, making him lay down, with his legs spread, ''I need to take care of you like I should have been doing all this time."

Kneeling between Albert’s legs, he started to tease the slit of the man’s cock with the tip of his tongue, making him moan in delight. Arching his back, the baker pleaded for more, but the biker was going to take his sweet time. Lawrence started placing butterfly kisses along his hardened length, going up and down the underside repeatedly. He concentrated on the spot under the other’s glans until he couldn't take any longer, and impatient whimpers escaped his lips.

The first pearls of precum, Lawrence’s reward, started to appear at the tip, and he licked them up, moaning in appreciation, the man enjoyed the taste, sweet with a bitter note. That made things more exciting and tasty. For him, nothing compared to that, except the nectar of Albert’s lips, when the two of them kissed passionately.

After licking the tip clean, Lawrence answered the other's pleas, taking his throbbing and swollen cock into his mouth. He was enjoying every inch of it, as he lavished attention on it. His lips created a tight vacuum as he sucked, hollowing his cheeks, and he was able to relax his throat, advancing, until his nose touched the smooth skin on Albert's pubis.

Lawrence then caused his throat to convulse as he swallowed around the hard cock. Grabbing two fistfuls of sheets, the man on the bed bucked his hips in ecstasy and started to fuck the biker's mouth. The combined actions of his almost uncontrolled thrusting and the other man's sucking soon brought Albert to the edge.

With one last hard suck, he was immediately thrown over that edge, and he climaxed, spilling himself into his lover's mouth. Lawrence seemed almost grateful as he swallowed every drop of the warm cream, seductively licking his lips afterward. The happiness on Albert's face, the shine in his eyes, did things to the biker's heart. He then leaned over his partner, capturing his tempting, sinful mouth in a soul-searing kiss and sharing his flavor with him.

Without a word, Albert fully climbed onto the bed and got on all fours. It was an invitation the other man couldn't ignore. He joined his beloved on the bed, kissing, licking, and lightly biting the perfect globes of his ass. Lawrence sucked his fingers into his mouth, making sure they were soaking wet and started probing his pink hole with the tip of a finger, making it twitch. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed the bottle of lube and flicked up the cap.

Pouring the cool liquid on the twitching hole, Lawrence worked in two and then three fingers. Curling one of those fingers, he brushed over that one particular spot, sending Albert shooting into a new high. Not wanting to prolong the agony of waiting any longer, the biker quickly finished working the otherman open. Slathering his hard, almost painful cock with plenty of lube, he started pushing slowly into him.

A big smirk on his face, Lawrence slowly pulled back out almost to the tip. After only a couple of slow thrusts, the other started to move his hips, impaling himself even more on the biker's cock, taking it balls deep. Albert was incoherently begging the biker to claim what was rightfully his, to go rougher, go harder, to which the man happily obliged.

This was only their second time of being together, but that was Lawrence’s favorite part of being with Albert, the sensation of completion, the closeness, the sweet domination, and protectiveness at the same time. The thought that only he was able to fulfill the baker’s desires made the biker's heart swell with love and pride.

Pistoning hard into Albert's perfect ass, Lawrence leaned over his lover, kissing along his spine and murmuring sweet nothings into his ear. Reaching around, he slid his hand down the other's chest to the cock that was dripping precum again and started pumping.

As he pumped, Lawrence added a hard twist to the tip, and soon Albert was shooting his release onto the bed sheets. Seconds later, the biker, reacting to the walls of the baker's channel clenching around him, followed with his release. He spewed his hot, creamy cum deep inside his partner, feeling as if he wasn't ever going to stop. If he could have managed it, he never would.

Finally, exhausted, Lawrence collapsed on the bed next to Albert, pulling him with him and onto their sides. He never wanted to leave his body, but nature and gravity took control, and he slipped out. Some minutes later, still under the impression of the intense pleasure that had ripped through them, the two were looking into each other's eyes and saw their very souls reflected there.

“It was amazing.” Albert was the first who talked, closing the last inch of space between him and the other man. “It felt even greater than the first time, well I guess I was too tense to fully enjoy…you know…everything.”

“You are amazing.” Lawrence wrapped an arm around his lover, pulling him in a tight embrace. “To be honest, I was shocked you accepted my invitation and agreed with…everything that followed.” He tenderly kissed the sensual lips of the one in his arms. “I promise to take care of you in every way, for the rest of our lives together.”

“And I promise to do the same.” Albert looked into the biker’s eyes.“You are so different from Rick.” A long moment of silence followed his words, then he spoke again, his voice barely a whisper. “I figured out why I continued to stay with Rick, even after it became clear to me things could only get worse for me.”

“Shh, don’t do this to yourself, please.” Lawrence gently put a finger on his lover’s lips. “What’s in the past has to stay there, you don’t owe me any explanation.”

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