Page 9 of Disorderly

When the curtain on the living room window twitched, I knew I needed to get out of the car and drag myself to the house. If Jarrod was going to chew my ass out for what I did, I wanted it to be done privately. Not in front of Katy where she could learn how I’d fucked her over and destroyed her life.

With a sigh and the weight of my guilt wearing me down, I pulled out my suitcase, swung the shoulder strap for my briefcase over my neck, and slammed the car door. Growing up I’d watched a movie about a guy on death row. When they moved him through the prison, the other prisoners banged on their doors and shouted, “Dead man walking.” That’s how I felt, heading up the walk to my front door.

“I’m home,” I called out when I noticed the empty living room.

“I’m so glad. I’ve missed you.” Jarrod walked out of the primary bedroom in nothing, but a small towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets rolled down his muscular chest to the dark trail of hair below his belly button before slipping under the towel. A line I’d traced too many times to count with my tongue.

My gaze roamed over him as I stood there like an idiot drinking him in. It had been too long since the last time I’d had sex—with him—and my cocked ached as it jumped to attention. To add to it, I hadn’t fucked anyone since the night at the hospital. Not even my own hand. Peter Jr had abandoned me as surely as everyone else had. So to have him hard and pressing against my zipper, wanting to be free to slide into dark, warm holes, confused me.

So did that fact that Jarrod, who leaned against the door jam, licked his lips as his gaze dropped to my groin. How could he look at me like that? Without disgust? As if he wanted me?

He pushed off the door jam, slid his hands along the waist band of the towel, and slowly pulled it apart. “I just took a shower, but I’m sure you’re all dirty from travelling. I can help you clean up.”

From the looks of things, he had plans to make me dirtier before getting me clean and I was game for that. Thoughts of him reaming me out—a different kind than what I’d been thinking about in the car—and me returning the favour, filled my head. When things got difficult between us—the three of us—we either fought it out or fucked it out. It’s why it hurt so much when Jason chose to walk away. We never did that. So I was glad that Jarrod stayed. I’d been expecting a fight but getting fucked was a way better option. The talking could come later.

My suitcase dropped to the floor. My briefcase landed on the couch. And my clothes, well, they landed wherever. A trail leading from the living room to the primary bathroom. I gave my dick a couple of quick, hard tugs as I stepped into the bathroom. Jarrod stood under the spray in the giant shower, jerking his own.

“Get in here. I’ve been dreaming about your mouth for months.”

Who was I to argue with the man? I climbed into the shower, but before I dropped to my knees, I did something that we never really did. At least not until we were in the act or post-coital… I kissed him. A chaste, closed mouth kiss on the lips. “I missed you, too. And I’m so happy we’re living together again. It’s been too long.”

He stared at me before wrapping his arms around me in a hug. I sank into his embrace. Other than Jason, he was the only other man I’d ever been with. Never even so much as kissed or held hands—in a sexual sense—with another male. I turned my head to speak, but instead found his lips, pressing against mine. His tongue pressed, slipping through the slight part in my lips as he claimed me, reminding me of our connection. It proved that what we had was more than physical even if that is what we tended to tell ourselves whenever we went out pussy hunting together. We might never say it or acknowledge it, but I knew different.

I wanted different.

The sweetness of powder sugar and the taste of deep-fried bread washed over me. Beaver Tails, my favourite. I moaned at the flavour, wanting more.Tomorrow, I promised myself. I’d go to the fair, maybe take Katy in a vain attempt to make up for my failings on our last outing and get us both Beaver Tails since she loved them as much as I did.

But right now, I was in the mood to taste something else.

Something salty.

I pulled away from the kiss and dropped to my knees, letting my hands trail down his well muscled chest. He might spend between eight and ten hours behind a desk, but he also spent time in a gym, trying to keep up with Jason. I did as well, but no matter how much time Jarrod and I spent lifting weights and working out, neither of us could match Jason. Not when he spent eight, ten, or even more hours a day, lifting building materials. But still, Jarrod’s body was a work of art. From the line drawing full sleeve down his left arm to the words and stars tattooed from hip-to-hip, each item placed with thought and care.

As my fingertips brushed over his nipples, I opened my mouth and swallowed him down, deep throating until my nose touched his soft, well groomed pubic hair.

“Fuck. You’re so good at that.” He fisted my hair, pulling lightly, causing my body to suck in a deep breath, increasing my suction on him as I slid his dick out of my mouth.

I beamed up at him, feeling powerful that I was able to make him grab for me on the first shot. Normally he kept me on edge, not touching my hair or any part of me until he wanted to. It was his way of maintaining control, knowing I wanted his hands on me while blowing him. Instead he’d deny me until he was ready, unable to handle the torture my mouth put him through any longer. It served as a way to work me up. The anticipation, the build up, leading to an explosion within me when he finally gave in. But this, knowing that with one touch he couldn’t hold back any longer, that I unravelled his carefully constructed control… that was even bigger.

The ache in my cock grew. All I could think about was sinking myself in him. He may have thought that he was getting the pleasure of dominating and controlling me tonight, but he wasn’t. No. Tonight was my night. I needed to know I hadn’t fucked things up beyond repair.

Without giving him a chance to catch his breath, I slid my mouth back on him, varying my speed, depth, and suction as I bobbed up and down. At the same time, I twisted, pinched, and pulled on his nipples until he yanked so tight on my hair, I thought he’d rip some out.

“Stop. I’m gonna come and I want to be buried in you when I do.”

HIs dick popped out of my mouth with an audible sound. “Not tonight. Tonight, you’re mine.” And this time when I slid back down him, I grazed him with my teeth, reminding him that I was the one in charge tonight.

The slight hint of pain ramped him even higher. He grew thicker, harder in my mouth. My jaw ached, but I didn’t stop. I needed him to lose control, to shoot down my throat, proving that he still trusted me. Without any hesitation, I removed my hand from his left nipple and snaked it between his legs, pressing it against him with a steady pressure until the ring gave way, allowing me to enter him.

“Oh, fuck. I’m…” And then he was coming in my mouth, filling it as fast as I could swallow. His chest heaved and to my surprise, I was just as breathless as I stood, kissing my way back up his chest. When I reached his mouth, he attacked me. If I thought his kiss earlier was a claim, then this was a branding. Something that could never be removed from my soul.

“Turn around,” I managed to tell him when we broke away to breathe. As he followed my instruction, I grabbed the lube from the shelf, and to my surprise found a stack of condoms there as well. My heart clenched. Jason. It had to be him, protecting us even though he was angry.I really need to call and talk to him. Beg for forgiveness, and then do better.

“Peter?” Jarrod’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.

“I’m here. Bend a little. Rest your forearms on the wall.” As he shifted his position, I popped the top on the lube, coating my fingers. And as I kissed the back of his neck, I slid two of them in him, scissoring them as I moved them in and out, stretching him. His moans grew and his hips began to pump with me, chasing my fingers.

“Peter, please. I need you.” Whatever control Jarrod had hung until fled as he begged me.