At first, Mack had remained relatively submissive during their interludes, but in the past week, Jeff had noticed he was taking charge once again. It wasn’t in Mack’s nature to be a passive lover, and Jeff had known it would only be a matter of time before he took the reins. Hence the reason he continued to push the issue, wanting a reaction. Any reaction, didn’t matter what. Jeff simply wanted to get a rise out of him. More than the inevitable one, that was.
Mack pulled his T-shirt tight to his body, giving him an unobstructed view as Jeff gripped the smooth, warm flesh that was thickening in his fist.
“Is this what you want?” Jeff asked, an obvious taunt.
“You talk too damn much,” Mack hissed, eyes burning with the heat Jeff had always craved. “Shut up and suck me.”
Though he wasn’t keen on the aggression he felt building inside his lover, Jeff allowed it to play out because it was the only way he could ensure Mack was engaged.
Leaning forward, Jeff licked the swollen head, curled his tongue around the crest, still holding Mack’s stare. He didn’t take him in his mouth though. Instead, he teased the hard flesh, scraping his teeth along the vein that ran down the thick length.
“Suck me,” Mack growled, his free hand snaking into Jeff’s hair and latching on.
Heat slammed into him, coiling his insides when Mack jerked him forward, his cock sliding past Jeff’s lips.
Of course, he rebelled because that was what they did. These days, it was a constant tug-of-war between the two of them. Jeff knew Mack wouldn’t say no to him. Not when it came to this. And it almost didn’t matter that Jeff wouldn’t get the pleasure of spending time with Mack during daylight hours or out in public. They didn’t share meals, no pillow talk or cuddling. They were still as in the closet as they’d been long ago, playing a game that Jeff knew would have devastating results because there would be no winner.
In his defense, Jeff had spent years aching for this man, missing him. For the first year after Mack broke things off, every breath had felt like he’d inhaled glass shards. That pain had eased over time, but not the need. He continued to tell himself he was content with this. That being with Mack was all he cared about. It was a horrible lie, but he hoped with time it would become truth.
“Fuck,” Mack hissed as he pulled Jeff’s head forward. “Your mouth … so fuckin’ hot.”
Jeff allowed Mack to maintain control, filling his mouth and his throat, pushing in deep, retreating. At one point, he had never imagined he would be doing this again, on his knees, worshiping at the feet of the man he loved, Mack’s thick cock tunneling in and out of his mouth, his musky scent making him light-headed. He wasn’t sure how, but they’d come full circle. Albeit temporarily, and with only one objective, but when Mack unleashed on him the way he was now, Jeff found it difficult to care the road that had led them back here.
“Harder,” Mack demanded. “Suck me harder, goddammit.”
He fought tooth and nail, never giving Mack exactly what he wanted until he took it. When Mack finally tugged his shirt over his head, dropping it to the bar, Jeff knew he was giving in completely. Mack used both hands to hold Jeff’s head, guiding him as he fucked his mouth ruthlessly. The man’s ragged breaths and deep groans were music to Jeff’s ears, his own cock throbbing.
Mack fisted his hair, jerked his head back. Jeff glared up at him, daring him.
“I’m gonna come in your mouth,” Mack growled, his voice gravel-laced and desperate.
Jeff simply waited. Another dare.
A deep rumble sounded in Mack’s chest as he drove his hips forward. Jeff sucked him hard, his jaw aching with the effort, but he knew it would be worth it. As the man fucked his face, Jeff waited for him to explode, eager to taste him on his tongue. And when Mack’s hips stilled, his cock pulsing, Jeff sucked down every last drop.
“My turn,” Mack snarled.
His anger surprised Jeff, but it was emotion, so he didn’t retreat. He’d been waiting for this, for Mack to lose that control he used as a lifeline. The man was no more than a shell these days, but even Jeff knew that was a facade. It would only last so long.
Mack fixed his jeans, then gave Jeff’s shoulder a gentle nudge. He lost his balance, ended up on his ass, but not for long. A second later, Jeff was flat on his back, the top of his head pressed against a keg hidden beneath the bar while Mack knelt by his legs. The big man roughly tugged his jeans, releasing the button, jerking the zipper, then yanking them down his thighs. When the blessed heat of Mack’s mouth enveloped his cock, Jeff hissed.
He didn’t bother moving, didn’t try to control Mack. He simply let Mack suck him off until he couldn’t hold back any longer. When he erupted in Mack’s mouth, he did so with a long, low growl.
The sound had barely dissipated when Mack was back on his feet, staring down at him.
“You can see yourself out,” Mack said before disappearing altogether.
Yep.
Jeff was getting used to that, too.
Chapter Three
Thursday, January 23, 2020
A few days was all that wasnecessary for word to spread like wildfire.
Then again, Mack should’ve known that it would. Coyote Ridge wasn’t a big town. Everyone knew everyone, and the one thing they liked more than their many festivals was the grapevine.
