Page 69 of The King of Halloween
Tears bubbled in his eyes as the ghosts of bad encounters past rose. All those times he’d pretended to enjoy it because he didn’t have another choice. But he didn’t want to pretend with Raj. He liked him too much to lie to himself.
Lifting his head high, Adam declared, “I’m a twink who tops.”
“So you don’t like to have your ass—?”
“Nope. Not at all. It’s just…mild discomfort for me. I don’t get all those fireworks people scream about.” He’d never told anyone that. For a while, he wouldn’t even tell himself, trying to will a nerve bundle into existence that had passed him by.
“What about the taint right under your sac?” Raj asked,
“Oh, yeah, that’s…wow.” The idea of Raj rubbing his red-gloved fingers there set off a smile. Adam shook it off as he came crashing down. “But everything after is a no fuck zone.”
Raj started to rub his chin, and Adam freaked. “Not that I’m against switching things up from time to time. Birthdays and holidays, or special weekends. Keep it all fresh if that’s what you…” And just like that, he backed down. He’d walked away from the scene because every time he found a man he liked, he’d let them do whatever they wanted. Anything for a touch, a smile, a kiss to remind him that he could be loved…as long as he put on the mask.
“Well, if we’re telling our truths, I’m a bear—” Raj rubbed a palm through the lush chest hair Adam wanted to bury his face in. ”—who bottoms.”
Adam’s jaw dropped.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like a wet, deep blow job too, but all those fireworks you’re missing—I get them in spades.”
Adam took a step closer, but wary like a predator approaching the prey that was acting very peculiar. “Really?”
“The way you threw me around back in the costume shop…no one’s ever done that before. My previous boyfriends always wanted to be the little spoon.” Raj stared up at him, and he breathed deeply. “I’d never been so hard in my life.”
Adam tore off Raj’s jacket. With one hand, he shoved Raj against the fence. Using the other, he toyed with the mat of black fur across his pecs.
“I thought it was the mask,” Raj whispered, his hot lips rimming Adam’s ear.
After caressing Raj’s wide chest and over his soft belly, Adam peered into his eyes. “It could be.” He grabbed Raj’s fly and started to tug.
As the cock fell into Adam’s hands, Raj tossed his head back and moaned. Every flutter of his eyelashes and swallow of his throat was a boost to Adam’s surging ego. “Sing for me,” Adam ordered as he started to descend.
“No.” The palm was clammy and shaking, but it pressed on Adam’s shoulder, lifting him back to Raj. “Tonight, I want you—Adam Stein—to cum all over my hairy chest.”
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NOTHING PREPARED ADAM for the exuberant force of Raj. He didn’t just extract Adam’s cock, but yanked his pants down to his ankles. As Raj scooted across the dirty floor on his knees, he drew his palms up the back of Adam’s calves and his thighs.
The sight of a man, grinning ear to ear, staring him eye-to-cock while crawling for it was everything Adam could have wanted. “Good,” he whispered, struggling to get his footing.
Raj took his time. His hands made their way up to palm Adam’s tight ass. Then the fingers clenched into his rather flat buttocks, and Raj hugged Adam from the waist down. The sensation of Raj’s nose pressing on the skin and hair just beside Adam’s cock sent him reeling.
He reached out to take Raj by the head and guide him to where he belonged when Raj turned and kissed his shaft’s base. It was little more than a dry peck, but the twenty-something months of no one but him rubbing his pole yanked out a moan. Raj traveled higher, adding a hint of tongue with each kiss. He traversed Adam’s throbbing vein and was just about to reach the head when he stopped.
Deep, brown eyes peered up at him from below his glasses. There was already a smudge on the lenses. Adam reached down and took a hold of the glasses. Raj blinked as he pulled them off. Folding up the ear pieces, a strange calm replaced Adam’s fire. “I don’t want you to break them,” he said. As Raj tried to focus, Adam hung the glasses on the chicken wire, then he ran his palm across Raj’s forehead and down his cheek.
“Now.” Adam’s thumb caught on Raj’s bottom lip, tugging it out as he curled under his chin. “Impress me.”
No statues, no mountains, and no rosy sunsets could hold a candle to the sight of a man opening his mouth and taking in the most precious part of his body. The way Raj’s eyes closed tightly, but still smiled. How he extended his tongue in anticipation. The sigh of excitement wafting hot air against his shivering cock. Adam wanted that second to last forever.
But he also really wanted to be inside of Raj.
Refusing to take his time, Raj parted his thick lips and glided them over the crown of Adam’s cock. “Fuuu…” Adam moaned, quivering down to his balls. His fingers found their way into Raj’s hair, winding the luscious ebony strands between them.
Raj scooted closer, his mouth drifting down the pliant skin of the shaft while his hands circled up and down Adam’s ass. Every time he started to pull the buttocks apart, Adam tensed, but there would be no prying thumb trying to grease him up. All Raj cared about was gorging himself to the point of bursting.
“Damn,” Adam stuttered. Raj tightened his biceps, yanking Adam into him. His cock thrust right down Raj’s throat. The head pulsed inside, knocking into Raj’s palate. A moan dripped around the tight seal of Adam’s cock. Fearing he might smother the man, Adam started to take a step back.
