Page 121 of The Texas Sterling Collection
“That guy riding in the cab sure does look like Alfonso Ortega.” Rod pointed out the bus window. “Do you think he followed us here, bringing his hate campaign to San Francisco?”
“Where?” Wyl leaned over Rod and gawked at the cab.
“Oh…no…my mistake.” Rod poked Wyl in the ribs. “Two can play at that game.”
“Just wait until I get you on that elevator.” Wyl drew his tongue slowly across his bottom lip, making Rod shiver.
As the bus slowed to a stop, they ran to their building. Wyl dropped his keycard three times as he tried to insert it into the elevator's slot to open the door. As the elevator doors closed to ascend to the penthouse, Wyl slammed into Rod, pressing him against the elevator wall in a searing kiss. They broke apart for nanoseconds to remove sweaters and shirts before sucking face like teenagers. As the penthouse doors opened, they stumbled out. Belts flew off, and jeans fell to their knees while they clumsily tripped toward the bedroom, maintaining lip contact as much as possible. Shoes and clothing went flying in all directions. They raced to the bed and devoured each other, kissing, caressing, licking, and sucking, both so turned on they couldn’t wait to be united.
“Which?” Rod panted heavily in the throes of passion, his hands all over Wyl and his mouth kissing every surface he could reach.
“Me,” Wyl said, reaching for the lube and tossing it on the bed within Rod’s reach, groping, tugging, and pinching everywhere he could grab Rod’s skin, nibbling and sucking the testosterone-laced taste of his man.
Rod poured lube into Wyl’s hand, and Wyl lubed up Rod’s cock and pulled his knees to his chest, almost in the same motion. Rod mounted and inserted, and they met in a brutal kiss, teeth clashing and tongues lashing, savoring every flavor and every sensation.
“I’m about to cum, daddy,” Rod panted as his flushed face distorted with the approaching orgasm.
“Ride me, cowboy,” Wyl shouted as his orgasm overtook him, and they both howled with a release. All sounds ended as they each held their breath through the intense waves of contractions, unloading jets of man-seed. The orgasm seemed to last for an eternity, after which they collapsed in each other's arms.
“Wow,” Wyl panted. “We should buy ball caps more often!”
Rod chuckled softly, “We'd better put those away, or we won’t make it to the session tomorrow or see anything else in San Francisco.”
Wyl held Rod tightly for another few minutes, savoring the erotic energy between them. Even his one fling in the Marines didn’t give him the pleasure he got from touching his husband.
Rod whispered in Wyl’s ear. “I love you.”
Wyl tightened his arms around the only man he could ever love. “Ditto.”
After untangling themselves, they headed for the shower, where they enjoyed cleaning each other. They toweled dry before putting on the thick terry robes provided by the condo.
“We need to call Joe and firm up plans for tomorrow,” Wyl said.
“You do that, and I’ll pick up the trail of clothing we left between the elevator and the bedroom.” Rod laughed as he spied a sock by the balcony sliding glass door. “Man, we threw clothes everywhere!”
Wyl picked up his cell phone, opened contacts, and tapped Joe’s name.
“Joe Cooper.” Joe’s familiar voice made Wyl smile.
“Joe, Wyl Sterling here. How are you?”
“Doing great, Wyl. Are you and Rod in the city?”
“Got in yesterday, Joe.”
“Condo okay?”
“It’s fantastic. I don’t know how you found it, but it’s perfect.”
“So, I guess you two are settling in okay.”
“We’re good, Joe. Now, about tomorrow…”
“Right. The session is at Glide Church, at the corner of Ellis and Taylor in the Tenderloin district. It’s an easy walk from your condo.”
“Glide Church. Ellis & Taylor.” Wyl repeated the words as he wrote on a scratch pad by the phone. “Got it.”
“The session starts at 7:00, but why don’t you two come around 6:30 so we can get situated before the event begins?”
