Naughty Temptations

Chapter Two-2

Quigley spread his legs wider apart, trying to ease the ache in his c**k and balls. Every nerve ending was on fire, and all he could think about was getting naked with this man.

“Got a problem there I can help you with?” asked Hugh, laughter in his eyes and a smile breaking across his face.

“I...”

“Here, let me.” Hugh kneeled in front of Quigley and gently eased the zipper down his dress pants, careful not to catch Quigley’s bulging erection in the teeth.

As the zipper lowered, Quigley gratefully wiggled his butt and let his balls spread out farther.

“Nice boxers,” said Hugh as he lifted Quigley’s hot, aching d**k out from its blue silk confinement.

Hugh ran a finger up the length of Quigley’s shaft, pressing the pad into the long vein. “Ahh,” moaned Quigley, worried he’d come on the spot if Hugh did that again.

“You like that?” asked Hugh, trailing a nail over the top of his c**k and making pre-c*m bead in the slit.

“God, yes. I’ll come if you do much more to it. I’m on the edge here.”

“We’ve got all night. No reason why we both can’t come two or three times. It’s been a long time for me. I’m looking forward to reaming your ass real good, but I reckon I won’t last more than a minute the first time I get inside you, so let’s make sure you have some fun now.”

“What about Orion?” protested Quigley.

“Truly, in all this time, he’s never once stirred once I’ve put him to bed. Never, ever called out, far less left his room. He likes to be wrapped up under the blankets, his door shut tight, in his own little world.”

With those words, Hugh sank his mouth over Quigley’s tortured d**k and sucked him in deep. His c**k was in heaven. Hugh’s mouth was hot and wet, and the suction was just right, enough to tease and torment but not quite enough to send him over the edge.

Quigley ran his fingers through Hugh’s red-brown hair, loving the silky touch of it, enjoying the way the colors shifted and blended as Hugh’s head moved over the c**k.

Soon Quigley had to hang on to Hugh as Hugh’s teeth scraped his over his c**k now, and it was damn hard not to let go of his discipline and come. Oh, hell, he wanted to last a little longer.

Hugh’s mouth eased back a fraction as his tongue played along the length of Quigley’s shaft, running up the vein, sliding under the head, poking into his slit. Once again, Quigley gasped, hips thrusting up into Hugh’s mouth of their own volition.

Quigley felt his balls draw up tighter and harder, and the base of his spine tingled. Hugh sucked him deep, deeper, deeper still, until the head of his c**k was resting on the back of Hugh’s throat, and Quigley couldn’t hold on any longer. Biting his lip so he wouldn’t shout and wake up Orion despite what Hugh had said, he unleashed his control and let the explosion burst up his spine, out through his c**k, his c*m hitting the back of Hugh’s throat as he jetted stream after stream of hot seed into Hugh’s mouth.

Hugh sucked and swallowed, then sucked again as Quigley released a final spurt.

“So good,” Quigley whispered.

Hugh lifted his face from Quigley’s groin and grinned, then licked his lips.

They stood together then kissed, sharing Quigley’s taste, sucking each other’s tongue, running their own tongues inside each other’s cheeks and behind teeth.

“So hot,” murmured Hugh.

“You’re hot. I haven’t come so hard in a very long time,” replied Quigley.

“But you will again later tonight. Let’s go to bed.”

“Good plan.”

Silently they walked through into Hugh’s bedroom and undressed, stepping out of their shoes, leaving their pants on the floor where they fell, dropping shirts and underwear on top of the rest of their clothes, then rolling into the big bed together.

Hugh grabbed lube and a condom from the nightstand, and Quigley lay on his front, spreading his legs wide apart so his ass was readily accessible.

He’d waited so long for this and wanted it so very much he could hardly believe it was about to happen at last. He had to trust that Hugh really knew what he was saying about Orion never waking up, or leaving his room at night. He really liked Orion. He was a good little kid, but the last thing Quigley needed was an underage audience to their s*x play. He hoped like hell Hugh was right and the child wouldn’t wake up any time soon.

Then his brain stopped functioning as all the nerve endings in his ass sat up and begged. Hugh had a wicked way, stroking with educated fingers that touched Quigley in the most sensitive places. It wasn’t five minutes since his last orgasm, and already his c**k was springing to life again.

Hugh had two fingers in his ass now, massaging cool gel into his hot walls, stretching and softening his tissues, opening him wide to receive Hugh’s c**k.

It’d been a long time since Quigley’d had a partner. Over the years, he’d had half a dozen brief relationships, the last one nearly two years ago. The only long-term one had been almost twenty years ago, when he was fresh out of college and newly out of the closet. At the time, he’d expected their romance to last forever. Of course they’d grown up, become interested in different things, drifted apart, and eventually separated. They’d reluctantly admitted that mentally they’d been solo for months, just living out the shell of a defunct partnership.

His most recent significant other, Rafe, had been a mistake from the beginning. They were both lonely and had nothing in common outside the bedroom. Truthfully, they had little in common even in bed, and the s*x had never been better than mediocre. They’d quite quickly agreed to part.

That was one reason he’d taken two weeks to invite Hugh to dinner. He wasn’t looking for a pity f**k—he had several excellent dildos—and the child was a huge complication. But the more he saw of Hugh, the more he wanted him. They’d talked, really talked, and had deep, meaningful conversations.

As for the little boy with his daddy’s sparkling green eyes, Quigley was already halfway in love with the child and keen to share in his life.

Besides, he was back at work tomorrow, and although he loved his job, he’d sure as hell miss spending time with Hugh and Orion.

Hugh pressed soft kisses to Quigley’s shoulder and neck, and Quigley shivered with the eroticism of Hugh’s touch. “Mmm,” he murmured softly.

“I think you’re ready for me now,” said Hugh, with a light slap to Quigley’s buttocks.

“At last!” Quigley breathed. He pulled himself up onto all fours, watching over his shoulder as Hugh rolled the latex over a c**k every bit as delicious as he’d imagined, long and thick with a flared head and the blue vein standing out clearly against Hugh’s fair skin.

Quigley braced himself as Hugh guided his cockhead to Quigley’s opening and pressed.

Quigley breathed out, then as soon as he felt the c**k breach the muscled rim he thrust back hard, ramming Hugh inside him to the hilt, reveling in the sudden burst of sensation, the feeling of intense fullness after such a long time without a real c**k in him.

“Hell! Slow down or this’ll be all over before it’s begun,” said Hugh.

“I thought you said we have all night to do it several times so it didn’t matter how fast the first time was,” Quigley quoted back at Hugh, trying not to laugh at the look on Hugh’s face.

“Well, yes, but I was hoping to get a few strokes in first,” Hugh joked back. He pulled his c**k almost all the way out and gripped hard onto Quigley’s hips to prevent Quigley from pushing again just yet.

Hugh began a slow, steady thrust and retreat, powering in hard and deep then slowly sliding almost out. He rolled his hips to scrape his c**k along Quigley’s walls, causing Quigley to shiver in need.

Quigley’s c**k was standing straight up against his belly and already dripping pre-c*m. He took his weight on his knees and just one arm, wrapping his other fist around his c**k and stroking it in time with Hugh’s pounding in his ass. When Hugh was deep inside him, he clenched his ass muscles with all his strength and was rewarded by a deep groan from Hugh, who then sped up his rhythm, pushing harder, faster, a little more raggedly.

Sweat slicked both their bodies, and their breathing was loud and heavy. Quigley added a little twist to his hand movements and a regular clenching of his inner muscles.

“Gonna come,” warned Hugh.

Quigley dropped his hand from his c**k to the bed and swiveled his hips while holding his inner muscles tight.

Hugh’s c**k dragged along his walls, pinged his prostate, and a burst of heat told him Hugh had come. In that moment, Hugh’s hand curved under his body and tugged hard on his c**k. He exploded over Hugh’s hand and his own belly, hot streams of ropey white c*m jetting from him as if he hadn’t already orgasmed once that night.

Hugh pressed his body onto Quigley’s back, his n*****s hard little points digging in. Quigley twisted his head for a kiss, then they collapsed onto the bed together, sweaty and panting, but sated and fulfilled.

Hugh pulled out and dealt with the condom, then they lay together, face to face, and snuggled and kissed. It was wonderful to hold a living, breathing, naked man in his arms once again. Quigley hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed the human contact until he had Hugh in his arms.

Quigley pressed kisses across Hugh’s face, along his jaw line, on the tip of his nose, across his forehead and brows.

Then he did what he’d imagined himself doing. He sucked Hugh’s earlobe into his mouth, licking around the shell, nibbling on the cartilage and flicking his tongue inside.

“Damn that’s sexy,” Hugh whispered.

“You’re sexy,” Quigley murmured.

“Let’s take a nap, and we’ll see how sexy we can be together again,” suggested Hugh.

Snuggled together, they napped, but only briefly. Quigley had wanted to lick and suck every inch of Hugh, and he wasn’t wasting their precious time alone together in sleep.

He sank down the bed until he was level with Hugh’s knees, lifted the other man’s legs high into the air, and sucked the tender skin behind the knee, first one leg, then the other. He moved a little higher and began licking and sucking the sensitive skin of Hugh’s inner thighs. Hugh let his legs flop widely apart to give Quigley better access.

Quigley moved between Hugh’s legs and bent his head to his task, painting circles and spirals on the skin with his tongue, blowing on the wet skin with warm puffs of air, and gradually working his way toward Hugh’s c**k—a c**k that was already growing again in its nest of red-brown curls.

Deliberately ignoring Hugh’s unspoken invitation, Quigley licked along the crease between Hugh’s leg and his torso, up onto his belly and across to his bellybutton. He nibbled carefully all around the edge of flesh before letting his tongue dive into the indentation and swirl around the sides and across the bottom of it.

Hugh groaned, thrusting his c**k and his hips up into the air.

Quigley grinned but kept moving steadily north, nibbling his way up the center of Hugh’s body, occasionally pulling on the chest hairs with his teeth, up the abs, continuing until he reached a brown little n****e. Quigley nudged it back and forth with his nose while he licked the flesh around it, ignoring Hugh’s increasingly frantic pelvic and chest movements. Finally, he relented and sucked the small button into his mouth, biting down on the tip just hard enough to send an erotic flash though his own body. He hoped he’d done the same to Hugh, and judging by the man’s moans, he’d been successful.

After thoroughly licking and sucking both n*****s, Quigley took possession of Hugh’s mouth, teasing and tasting every inch of it before drawing his tongue deep into his own mouth and savoring Hugh’s flavor.

Hugh grabbed Quigley’s head, his fingers threading through Quigley’s hair. Hugh twined his legs around Quigley’s lower limbs, and he took command of the kiss, cranking it up from sensual to steamy in a heartbeat.

For frantic seconds, they drank from each other’s mouths, rubbed their n*****s together, dragged their c***s against each other, and kissed harder and deeper than Quigley could ever remember kissing before. When they broke apart, they both glistened with sweat, their chests heaving to drag in air.

“Sixty-nine?” suggested Quigley.

“Good plan,” gasped Hugh in reply.

Swiftly Quigley turned himself upside down, leaning on one elbow, his legs wide apart, the upper foot flat on the mattress to give Hugh maximum access. Their bodies were side by side with just a little overlap and lots of delicious skin-on-skin sensations.

First, he licked up the side of Hugh’s engorged, red c**k, trailing his tongue along the blue vein that stood out clearly against such fair skin. Quigley deliberately pushed the tip of his tongue down as he dragged it along to heighten the sensation for Hugh. The erotic thrill of the c**k pumping under his tongue was turning him on unbelievably fast.

Next, he slid the very tip of his tongue into the eye of Hugh’s d**k, collecting a pearly drop of pre-c*m. Damn, but the man tastes delicious—salty, yet tart and spicy, all at the same time.

Quigley dropped his free hand to Hugh’s balls, gently rolling them across his palm, loving the slightly tougher texture of this skin and the feel of the heavy sac in his hand. As he played with the balls, he opened his mouth wide to take in as much of Hugh’s erection as possible. In this position, he couldn’t tilt his head back as far as he would have liked to, but he was still able to suck quite a lot of his partner deep into his mouth.

Quigley focused on licking up the c**k, playing with the ridge where the head joined the shaft, then sucking the c**k deep into his mouth. Damn, concentration was difficult when Hugh was doing such amazing things with Quigley’s own d**k. The man surely had a talented mouth. Hugh seemed to know instinctively what to do to make Quigley shiver with the need to come.

Hell, he’d orgasmed twice already tonight. He shouldn’t have had it in him to come again this fast, but he really was going to blast it all out again soon. His c**k was full and aching, his balls were drawn up tight, and there was no way he was going to last much longer.

Desperately, Quigley put all his efforts into pleasuring the c**k in his mouth. He teased and tantalized, licked, nibbled, and sucked. And was rewarded with an explosion of hot seed firing from Hugh straight against the back of his throat. Quigley redoubled his efforts to lick and suck the last of Hugh’s essence as he relaxed his hold on his own iron control and erupted into Hugh’s mouth. He was shaking and spasming so hard it was difficult to lick Hugh neatly, but somehow he managed it before flopping onto his back and gasping with the power of the release.

Hugh tugged on his arm, pulling him up the bed. Quigley grabbed the sheets and pulled them up with him, then wrapped in each other’s arms, their two heads together on the same pillow, they fell asleep.