Hunger (Chicken Ranch Gentlemen's Club Book 1) (4 page)

After he'd folded the pants and set them aside, Declan returned his attention to Killian. He made an exaggerated show of licking his lips and hoped his smile wasn't as wobbly as it felt.

"Do you want to take off your shirt? I'd hate for it to get messy." Not to mention the dude looked a little funny sitting on the bed sans his pants and drawers while still wearing a short-sleeved, button-down dress shirt the color of fresh salmon.

"Uh, yeah." He smiled down at Declan. "That would be a g-good idea, huh?"

The next time Declan licked his hips, it was sincere. Killian might be bashful, but he had other things going for him—like a tight, firm stomach and a long, fat cock. Unfortunately, said cock wasn't even close to hard.

If he has that many inches soft, I'd hate to see what he looks like stiff.

"S-sorry. I guess I'm a little n-n-nervous."

Declan was glad he wasn't the only one, even if they weren't nervous for the same reasons. "You don't need to be. I'll do whatever you want."
Within reason.

"I know, but this is w-weird."

"Yeah, I can see that." It was strange for him too—being intimate with someone he didn't know and yet forced to keep an emotional distance from them at the same time. He hoped it would get easier with time. "Is there anything I can do to put you at ease?"

Heat crept up the man's chest and spread to his neck. "Kiss me?"

"All right." There was nothing hard about a kiss.

Instead of leaning up and giving the man what he asked for, Declan decided to rush things along. He got up, gave Killian a light shove backward, and straddled his lap. The older man blinked up at him, silently exuding anticipation through his big brown eyes.

Declan moistened his lips and gently slanted them over Killian's. The older man's lips were soft and firm, hesitant in the way they lightly skimmed his own before coming back for a harder, deeper kiss. Declan parted his lips, inviting Killian inside, and the client's tongue slid into his mouth as if it belonged there, bringing a hint of cinnamon and an unidentifiable earthy flavor that Declan couldn't get enough of. Reacting more on instinct than thought, he angled his head to the right for deeper access and lost himself in the taste and feel of the other man's hard body beneath him.

It's been so long since he'd made out with anyone. Declan loved to kiss, but finding someone else who shared his desires was never simple. Being forced to hide who he was from his father hadn't made it easy to put himself out there for prospective boyfriends. A lack of transportation had kept him out of the neighboring city, where his possibilities might have broadened.

Killian groaned into Declan's mouth, tugging him out of his head and back into the spider web of reality. The man beneath him was not his boyfriend. Killian was a client, a man who'd paid to fuck Declan, and nothing more. Time and place slammed back into perspective, forcing Declan to end the kiss and pull away.

To cover the abrupt departure, he quickly slid down the bed and lay flat on the mattress between Killian's legs. He shot a nervous smile up at Killian, then bent and ran his tongue up the thin line bisecting Killian's hair-roughened sac. The musky scent of skin rose beneath a hint of soap, growing stronger with every swipe of his tongue.

As odd as it seemed, licking the older man's balls wasn't as invasive as kissing his lips. Without the mouth-to-mouth connection, Declan was better able to keep perspective. For instance, now that he was wrapped up in the cinnamon flavor of Killian's tongue, he noticed the state of Killian's erection. While not exactly hard, he was definitely on the rise.
And it appears as if he's a show-er instead of a grower.

Declan was relieved to say the least. Taking a normal cock up his ass was one thing; letting something massive ream him a new asshole was an entirely different matter. Killian's cock was long and thick, but he wasn't freakishly large.
Thank fuck.

He ducked his head lower and laved the smooth skin behind Killian's balls. He ran the flat of his tongue from the backside of Killian's sac to the front, delighting in the way the sprinkling of coarse hair over smooth, silky skin abraded his tongue and made his mouth water.

While laving Killian's balls, Declan wrapped his fist around the man's shaft and stroked his hardening cock to full tumescence. As much as he would've loved to sneak a taste, he had to play safe. Although he could get Killian ready for sex a lot faster by using his mouth, it was virtually impossible to put a condom on a soft cock.

A quick glance up revealed Killian staring down at him with an expression so lustful even a virgin would have the ability to identify it. Knowing he was wanted went a long way toward boosting Declan's confidence. He bent and licked the thick shaft up one side and down the other, carefully avoiding the leaking head. The husky sound of the other man's moans drove him on.

Without taking his mouth off Killian, Declan blindly searched for the condom he'd dropped on the mattress. The tips of his fingers skimmed the little foil package, fumbled with it, then snatched it up off the blanket. Declan sat up on his knees between Killian's thighs, tore the package open with his teeth, and deftly rolled the lubricated latex down the other man's shaft.

With that accomplished, he reached behind himself and eased out the butt plug and pitched it over the side of the bed. He didn't delude himself into thinking there wouldn't be a little pain regardless of the efforts he took, but he hoped it would be minimal.

Killian's eyes widened. "Has that been up your ass this whole time?"

"Yep." Declan smirked. "Want to put something else up there now?"

"Oh yeah." Killian waggled his fingers in a come-hither motion. "Come here."

Killian was dressed to play, and Declan's ass was lubed and ready to go. There was no reason to put off the inevitable. He carefully climbed up onto Killian's lap and sat astride his groin. The stiff proof of Killian's desire pressed up into Declan's balls.

At least he was on top and could control what was going to happen.

Declan lifted up a little and reached beneath him to grasp Killian's shaft. "Ready for me?"

"Oh yeah." Killian clasped Declan's hips, his palms warm and damp.

Declan was grateful for the help. He needed a little something to steady him as he lined Killian's cock up with his hole. The blunt, sheathed tip felt twice as large against his entrance. He took a deep gulp of air and slowly let it out as he pushed down, forcing his muscles into submission as the wide head popped into his body.

Killian's sharp inhale was drowned out by the gasp that exploded from Declan's mouth. Fuck, it burned. Flames of agony licked his anus and shot up his channel. He knew it would sting, but he hadn't expected it to feel like his asshole was being reamed by a telephone pole.

Killian's fingers opened and closed on Declan's hips. "Ah…you're tight."

"Uh-huh." Declan braced his hands on Killian's smooth chest and rocked back and forth, taking a little more of Killian's length inside him with every shift of his hips. The other man's pulse thundered against his palms.

Declan sank his teeth into his lower lip and tried to concentrate on the slight sting of his teeth rather than the rising burn of tender, unused muscles giving way. He panted and pushed through most of the pain, his mind focused on the goal at hand. The little plug he'd been using didn't have anything on Killian's fat cock. It might not have been wider, but it was damn sure a lot longer, touching places the plug hadn't even thought to reach.

Christ. Is it supposed to hurt like this?
He couldn't imagine why anyone would like it if that was the case.
Unless the only people who bottomed got off on the pain.

Do I have to be a pain slut to like anal sex?
God, he hoped not. He'd never been keen on the sight of his own blood. Just the thought of it made him feel a little woozy.

With Killian fully sheathed, Declan gently rolled his hips. There was a slight twinge of pain, but it was manageable. Taking a deep gulp of air, he slowly raised up until only the broad head of Killian's prick remained inside. The empty, aching sensation left behind was a pleasant surprise. Regardless of the initial pain, his body wanted Killian's fat cock.

That isn't so bad. Maybe I can do this after all.

Killian shifted, putting his feet flat on the bed and changing the angle of penetration in the process. The front of his thighs provided back support to Declan as he descended, slowly taking Killian back inside. Halfway home, something bright and sparkly lit up inside of him. His muscles clenched, but it wasn't from pain. "Oh, fuck. Do that again."

"This?" Killian rolled his hips and shoved upward, his steady gaze locked on Declan's face.

"Yes!" Declan squeezed his eyes shut, the pleasure too intense to share.

Killian kept pumping into him, shallow at first and then deeper and deeper until his groin was slamming up into Declan's ass. Declan's dick surged to full length, hard as granite where it bobbed up and down in the wake of each thrust. He met each snap of Killian's hips, pushing back for more, and rode through the burn, anticipating the quick flashes of pleasure he got whenever Killian's cock rubbed over his sweet spot.

Sounds unlike anything he'd ever heard spilled from Killian's throat, coloring the air with breathy pants crossed with guttural moans. Declan fought to stay silent, concentrating on the way his pulse echoed in his ears and the sound of the bedsprings creaking beneath them.

Somewhere between the pain and the mind-numbing pleasure, making Killian come hard morphed into a matter of pride rather than an obligation. He wanted to see the other man's face go slack and twist in pleasure. He needed to know he was the one responsible for making Killian feel good. The yearning almost eclipsed his own need to get off.
Almost.

As it stood, the skin on his dick felt tight and ached as if it were too small to contain his need. His balls were tender and swollen, heavy where they hung from his body. He didn't think it was going to take very much more for him to spill. Once he did, he was going to make it his mission to get Killian off in spectacular fashion.

Declan grabbed his dick where it bobbed unaided and gave it a loose stroke. Precum spilled down his shaft, lubing him up nice and slick.
Oh, yeah. It's not going to take much at all to…

Out of the blue, Killian quit moving. Declan dropped his dick and stared down at the other man. "What's wrong?"

"This isn't going to work." Killian stared up at him, breathing heavily.

"What?" Declan's spirits crashed and burned. Had he done something wrong? Was Killian going to complain about his performance and get him fired? Oh God. He couldn't go back to sleeping outside. It was cold and dark, and he was so fucking lonely.

"Hang on tight," Killian said, rising up from below.

Before Declan could question what the other man was going to do, he found himself flipped over onto his back, Killian hovering above him. "Oh my God."
That's great
. He didn't know it was possible to flip-flop like that and not hurt yourself in the process.

Killian grinned down at him. "Like that?"

"Uh-huh." Declan thought the other man should smile more often, although he didn't say so. The joyful expression transformed Killian from cute to stunning. Or maybe that was the mussed hair and flushed cheeks. Declan wasn't sure, but the man above did not look like the bashful guy he'd brought upstairs.

While looking down at Declan, Killian eased back and then thrust deep inside. He sped up with each subsequent stroke until he was slamming into Declan. Their bodies slapped together; the sweat coating their skin made them slide against each other and grapple for purchase. Declan clung to Killian's shoulders, his fingers biting into the man's skin. Although Killian started out by bracing his weight on his arms, he quickly switched tactics and grasped each of Declan's calves, lifting them up and over his shoulders.

The new position shifted Killian deeper, his cock rubbing against all new nerve endings and setting them alight. Killian plunged into him in a fast, punishing rhythm. His fat prick reamed Declan's ass with every hard lunge forward, making him cringe and whimper from the mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through his body.

Nevertheless, Declan rocked his hips and met each stroke. He panted through the pleasure and whimpered through the pain. Somehow, the aching fullness furthered his desire, making it all the more gratifying while driving it ever higher.

With each thrust, Declan felt himself getting closer. Ecstasy coiled low in gut, ready to burst free at the slightest additional encouragement. His muscles tautened in warning, preparing to send him into orbit. Only sheer will kept him from giving in to the gratification that was just out of reach. He was not going to be the first one to come.
Absolutely not.

Declan shut his eyes and concentrated on squeezing his muscles around Killian's cock. It wasn't as easy as he'd thought it would be. He was almost ready to give up when a raw moan spilled from Killian's lips. Declan opened his eyes just in time to see Killian's face go slack. The other man's hips stuttered and slowed, grinding against Declan's ass in tiny circles.

"Oh God," Killian gasped, burying his face in the curve of Declan's throat.