Page 31 of Street of Dreams
Mac panted as he placed his hands on the round muscles of Jake’s shoulders and pressed down, pushing him lower. Mac was the aggressor. Taking control. Impatient to be inside Jake’s mouth. And Jake let him. There was no push back or defiance as Jake allowed Mac to hastily guide him toward his crotch.
Jake swallowed Mac’s shaft. Strong suction pulled at Mac’s most sensitive parts, while a rough calloused hand massaged him. He jutted his hips upward and pressed his hand on the back of Jake’s head, bucking with each reverberation of stimuli that had him grunting from the overwhelming pleasure. A finger slipped inside Jake’s mouth and slid along the delicate underside of Mac’s shaft, bringing a new bout of sensations that had him quivering and shaking.
Up and down, Jake’s finger traced a line that sent erotic chills through Mac’s core. The finger slid down to the base of his shaft, over his sac, then between his cheeks. It toyed with the perimeter of his hole, making him beg for entrance. In his haste to be filled, he offered himself by lifting his hips and placing one ankle on Jake’s shoulder.
One finger slipped inside with a deep burn of pleasure, causing Mac to jump and take in a gust of air. He writhed underneath Jake, while this man used his finger in the most erotic way and did insane things to him with his mouth. Mac was tugging on Jake’s hair now, pushing and pulling on the man’s head, while he dug the heal of his foot into Jake’s back with enough force to lift his butt off the couch. Sensations collided and sent Mac over the edge, where he succumbed to a mind-numbing, hip-thrusting orgasm that left him void of strength.
When his body finally calmed, he lay in a lifeless heap with his arms and legs limp. “Oh my God,” he said, trying to catch his breath.
Jake sat back on his knees, smiled, and wiped his bottom lip with the back of his hand. “Yeah. I don’t get tired of hearing that.”
A broad smile spread across Mac’s face. “You’re amazing, Jake King.”
“I don’t get tired of hearing that either.” Jake ran his hands up Mac’s thighs, leaving a tingle in their wake. “Want to turn over and give me a chance to cry out like that?”
Mac was about to mention that he’d have to go into the house for lube and protection, but Jake produced a travel-size tube and a condom, which he’d brought with him. Mac chuckled, knowing full well that Jake had planned this little tryst in the garage all along. “I’m all yours.”
“You’re damn right you are.”
Mac’s arms were barely strong enough to hold himself up and his legs were burning from fatigue as he rolled over and presented himself, but the moment Jake smeared a dollop of the warm gel on his back end, Mac felt invigorated. He sighed and shuddered as Jake’s fingers went to work and opened him, renewing the sensations that subsided only a few moments ago. When Jake’s tip presented itself, Mac sucked in a deep breath, readying himself to be filled. One quick thrust, and Jake was inside him. He lowered his head to the sofa, opening himself for deeper penetration. Grunting with each pass of Jake’s shaft over the sensitive muscle inside Mac’s bottom, it was almost more than he could take. He was delirious with overstimulation. “Oh. My. God,” he heard himself say, at the exact same time Jake uttered the identical words.
After one more long, deep thrust, Jake stilled and grunted out a long breath. He slowly withdrew and sat back on his ankles, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Mac rolled over and they locked eyes. Neither said anything because their gaze said it all. After a moment, Mac reached for Jake, and a kiss landed on his lips.
They lay in each other’s arms in a post-orgasmic haze for a long time before either one of them moved. There was a serenity about Jake that was brand new, and it filled Mac with contentment. This was probably the closest he felt to Jake, and he knew they just connected on a new level.
As they both cleaned up and dressed, Mac caught sight of his reflection in the car window. There was a nice purple mark on his neck, courtesy of Jake’s magnificent mouth, and grease and tire residue were smeared across his cheeks and arms. “I’m filthy,” he said, a smile punctuating his words.
Jake tugged on Mac’s hair, playfully, as he walked by. “You better get used to it, because you’re changing the next tire.”
“Me?” Mac swung around to face Jake, who was already getting to work with the impact gun. “I’ve never changed a tire in my life.”
Jake looked up in surprise. “Then get the hell over here and learn.”
With Jake’s help, Mac changed the last two tires. He stood back and admired the new wheels. “They look sweet. Thank you. I can’t believe it.”
“It’s just the beginning, Mac. She’ll be a shining star when we’re done. You’ll see.” Jake picked up his leather jacket and slung his arm over Mac’s shoulder. “Think I could use your shower?”
Even though it wasn’t sexual, Mac found the request extremely intimate. “Sure.” The moment they stepped from the garage and into the yard, Jake’s arm fell from Mac’s shoulder. They walked in stride, but with distance now between them. “My shower isn’t big enough for the two of us,” he explained, when they entered his apartment. The entire bathroom wouldn’t even accommodate two people at the same time. “Do you want to go first?”
“It’s your place. You go.”
Mac took the quickest shower in history. He couldn’t get the fact that Jake was alone in his apartment, waiting for his turn to shower, out of his head. It was a perfectly normal thing for friends or regular couples to do, but nothing about Jake was normal or regular. And they weren’t a couple. Were they? He kept wondering about the progression of their relationship, and if he should verbalize it or not. Jake wasn’t exactly a guy who talked about his feelings and only started to open up recently.
Mac decided to forego the hair dryer and rubbed the excess water from his hair with a towel, then wrapped it around his waist and exited the bathroom.
Jake was sitting in front of the TV, bouncing his ankle over one knee. He did a double take when Mac came into view and sat up straight with both feet on the floor. “Jesus. Look at you.”
Self-conscious, Mac looked down at his body. His wet hair hung in soft ringlets over his shoulders and onto his chest. Water trickled from the ends, creating a roadmap of wet streaks that disappeared into the towel around his hips, which was low enough to reveal a trail of dark red hair below his naval.
Jake got to his feet and walked to where Mac stood. His eyes washed over Mac as if taking in Mac’s physique for the first time. “Where did you get that fucking body?”
It filled Mac’s ego and his chest broadened. He had worked hard to transform his body, but very few people actually saw it, and he was proud that his efforts paid off. Not to mention that flattery from Jake King was basically unheard of, and it fueled Mac’s confidence. “I was tired of being the tall skinny kid,” he explained. “I eat right, and I work out.”
“Market that shit, because it fucking works.” Jake motioned to the bathroom with his chin. “Done in there?”
“Yeah. Towels are on the rack. I can loan you some clothes. Or I can throw yours in the wash.”
“You’re going to wash my clothes, Mackenzie.” Jake considered the offer. “All right. I’ll take you up on that.” He kicked off his boots, slipped his shirt over his head and emptied his pockets, placing his wallet, cash, and keys on top of his leather jacket, before stepping out of his jeans. “I like tumble dry, low heat,” he said, with a sarcastic grin, as he handed Mac his pile of dirty clothing.
