Winner Takes All (3 page)

Chapter Three

Jim pulled on his pants and walked away. Kyle had a choice to make, let him go and let it all go. Stop pursuing this guy or make one last stand. He’d earned it, and Jim had agreed to the terms. No way was Kyle letting Jim walk now.

Running to catch him, Kyle pushed Jim’s back against the padded wall. “Stop,” he said.

“Are you crazy? Kyle, you need to move on. You got what you wanted.”

“No, no I didn’t. I won, and you’re blue balling me? I tried asking you out. I tried to do it right.”

Jim’s jaw tightened. “My company is old fashioned and private.”

“Fine, so I texted you. I’m not trying to out you. It’s been a year of flirting and having you around. You played the
I’m not gay
lie and
the I don’t want this
lie.” Kyle’s fury built. “I’ve never worked so hard to get close to someone. Why not come back to my hotel room and talk? Get some late night room service? Is that so bad?”

“What’s between us is just physical.” Jim crossed his arms.

Claiming Jim’s mouth like a trophy, Kyle kissed him deeply. When Jim tried to slip sideways, Kyle pinned one arm behind Jim’s back and held him. Pressing their bodies together, Kyle rubbed his cock to Jim’s.

Kyle’s mouth wanted the kiss to go on forever, but his cock finally won. With a fist full of hair, Kyle guided Jim down, forcing him to kiss Kyle’s body as he went.

On his knees, Jim kissed Kyle’s shaft and balls but didn’t suck him.

“Lose like a man; you know how to suck cock better than that!” Kyle pushed the tip of his cock to Jim’s lips, and Jim gave in.

His tongue slid underneath as he swallowed Kyle’s cock to the back of his throat. Kyle thrust, and Jim gagged but held on, bobbing for more. Kyle got the hint and pushed Jim down, gagging him in short bursts and getting a generous moan out of his new lover.

They both needed more than a blow-job. Kyle shoved Jim back and went to grab the lube and a condom. When he returned, Kyle found Jim still there on his knees.

Kyle knelt so they were face-to-face and kissed Jim. “You’re good at this. A little more practice and talking, and we’ll know exactly how far we can go. You like it rough?” He squeezed Jim’s cock at the base.

Jim grabbed Kyle’s wrist and tried to push him away. Kyle released Jim’s cock but grabbed his hips and turned him around. Slapping that firm ass, Kyle’s hand stung as his cock pulsed. “You want it rough. Good.” He tore open the packet of lube and poured it over Jim’s asshole. Kyle pressed his thumb, and Jim’s body opened immediately. Kyle drizzled another packet of lube inside Jim, knowing he was no first-timer.

Jim twisted and rocked his hips. “Shit, why don’t you dip your dick in silicone? I’m not that tight.”

“Tough talk now. Finally coming out of your shell. A few orgasms and you’ll be ready to commit, but I don’t want you walking funny tomorrow.” Kyle put on protection and drove his cock into Jim without warning or the gentle press he’d usually use with a new guy. Balls deep, he held the position and pinched Jim’s sac.

“Are you waiting for a trophy? You won, you get your victory. I’m not your bitch for life.” Jim squeezed Kyle’s cock.

Few men could take Kyle fully and not be on the edge of coming like a teenager. Jim clearly had a lot of experience. Kyle wanted to hear all about it then he’d make Jim his partner.

Kyle pulled out and thrust in hard and was rewarded with a grunt from Jim. This time Kyle didn’t play. He rocked into Jim hard, after pulling out only halfway to get enough momentum. Jim responded to the harsh sex, grinding back.

Kyle shoved Jim’s shoulders down to the mat. Jim’s face hit the padding. “My ride.” Kyle said. “You can try again tomorrow night.”

Jim didn’t argue but reached to jerk himself off.

“No way.” Kyle rolled them onto their sides and pulled Jim half on top of him. Kyle lifted, still fucking Jim as he braced himself.

Jim’s erection pulsed on, and now, Kyle could see it. Craning his neck, he kissed Jim. As if lost in the haze of sexual need, Jim kissed him back ardently. Kyle grabbed Jim’s cock and jerked it as if it were his own.

“Not so fast.” Jim shifted, but he had nowhere to go. Kyle’s other arm held Jim tight.

“Come for me. At least, I won’t blue ball you.” He slapped Jim’s sac then squeezed the base to hold him back. “Next time, I’ll bring a cock ring.”

“No next time,” Jim said.

“Yeah, you want it.” Kyle fucked Jim faster as he jerked his hard cock.

“You ass!” Jim rocked to get more of both. He jerked and cum pulsed from his tip.

“Good.” Kyle rolled Jim flat and fully pressed to the mat, thrusting into Jim’s ass with full leverage. His hand held Jim so there was no escape.

“Come on me, you jerk!” Jim taunted. “Get off already.”

Kyle smiled. He was so close, and Jim’s kinky need only took him closer. Some men loved to mark and be marked, like territory.

Lying flush on Jim’s back, Kyle ground into Jim’s ass, and the thrusts became very short.

“Hell, no.” Kyle ground their bodies together. A year of wanting and waiting was too much. He came deep in Jim’s ass. “You’re mine,” he said through clenched teeth.

Jim shook slightly. “Unless you get it up again in the next few minutes, we’re done.”

He rolled Kyle off him.

Still slow from his release, Kyle watched Jim stand. “Don’t go. Come back to my room. I was serious before. We can talk and get something to eat.”

“Right, just talk.” Jim shook his head as he pulled his pants on. “Great sex. See you tomorrow. Or later today.”

“Midnight again. Rematch.” Kyle couldn’t believe Jim’s cold change. Something ran deep in that guy. A fear of something.

Jim walked out without a reply. Despite being the winner, Kyle was the one who felt used. But the sex had been too good to give up now.

* * * *

Jim woke with a hard on and a burning sensation deep in his ass. The burn was desire, not pain. Kyle had used so much lube a virgin could’ve taken him. Jim wasn’t new; he’d had plenty of men but wasn’t interested in screwing non-stop anymore. Though, with Kyle, he could go several rounds.

It’d been better than his fantasies. Why did it have to be so good? If he’d have won, he’d have used just enough lube to avoid pain. But Kyle and Jim liked it a little rough.

Kyle had suggested a rematch. It was dumb and dangerous. They could’ve been caught last night. Rolling onto his back, Jim stared at the ceiling, determined to get Kyle out of his mind for the day. His dreams had featured the well-hung sexy winner.

The buzzing of his phone saved Jim. No doubt it was Ms. Chen with a breakfast meeting. Work was just the distraction he needed. Grabbing his phone, Jim quickly realized it wasn’t Ms. Chen.

It was a text. “Breakfast? My room. 414. Kyle.”

Jim texted back. “No time. Meeting.”

A lie but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t reject Kyle—Jim didn’t lie that well. As much as he wanted to go, he knew they’d end up naked in bed and probably late for work.

Letting fantasy fill him, Jim dropped the phone and rubbed his erection. Kyle would kiss him again. Kyle liked kissing. It made Jim so much weaker than just the sex. But he’d use it, kissing Kyle deep and getting his arms, twisting them behind his back and turning Kyle around. Bent over, Kyle would struggle, but once Jim put a little lube on his ass, Kyle would be hard and moaning for it.

Face pressed to the bed, Kyle would talk dirty to Jim as he got fucked. Kyle might want more foreplay, but Jim wanted to get off. Holding Kyle tight, Jim would thrust hard and come all over Kyle’s muscled back.

Then Kyle would scream for more as he came in spurts.

Jim came alone in the hotel room, arching as the cum landed on his stomach. If he was ever alone with Kyle again, Jim intended to win and take what he wanted. He’d enjoy it all and take Kyle roughly since he’d never get another shot.

An hour later, Jim was showered, dressed and on the tradeshow floor. Like a homing pigeon he spotted Kyle joking with some guys. Hot, younger guys. Kyle didn’t notice Jim at all. Jim ignored them and took his station. They were here for work, paid to be here and all he could think about was Kyle.

Stop it!

Jim held the thought for ten full seconds and exhaled.

He had discipline in many areas, but he fell for men too hard and too fast. A year of knowing Kyle didn’t mean Kyle wasn’t a player.

They’d had some fun. Jim had hoped going to the rematch last night would get Kyle out of his system. Jim was wrong. Their shared fetish was a temptation. Jim would never be over that. The more they did it, the better it would get. Anticipating each other’s moves, blocking, sexually teasing, and the victory sex would get better as they challenged each other.

“Can you come here, Jim?” Ms. Chen’s sharp voice cut out any fantasy for Jim, and he was grateful. He had a job to do.

* * * *

A couple hours later, Jim took a break. He needed a walk around the hotel without Kyle meeting his gaze or bending over to tempt him just across the aisle. Their overnight encounter left Kyle even bolder. When people at the show weren’t looking, Kyle’s gaze fell on Jim. Then again, Jim paid a lot more attention now. Maybe it was his own behavior that had changed?

But he felt those eyes on him. Jim turned and found Kyle hard on his trail. Jim frowned, but Kyle smiled and pushed him into the men’s room.

“You followed me. Stop it. This is sexual harassment.” Jim knew it sounded dumb, but he was desperate.

“Please. You were so into it last night, and now, you’re afraid.” Kyle blocked his escape.

“I’m not scared. I scratched the itch for you last night. It was good, but quit acting crazy. There are plenty of other guys to waste lube on.” Jim didn’t mean a word, but maybe it’d get Kyle to back off.

Kyle smiled harder. “Want me bad. You’re a terrible liar. I even know when you lie in a text.” He grabbed Jim’s growing cock.

“Stop it. Someone will come in.” Jim backed up to the wall in the handicapped stall.

“So be quiet.” Kyle unzipped Jim’s fly and freed his cock.

Jim’s protest stopped the second Kyle licked the top of his erection. Pressing his lips tight to stay silent, he held Kyle’s head and urged him on. Jim thrust in and let go of his objections for that moment. He’d neglected his body’s needs for so long and was out of balance and needy.

On the edge of release in no time, Jim wanted it to last. His mind pounded almost as hard as his cock as Kyle sucked.

Jim fucked Kyle’s mouth hard and came. Kyle moaned and swallowed. Catching his breath, Jim watched Kyle stand, his cock straining in his pants.

Reaching for it, Jim knew they could get caught. “Why here?”

“You wouldn’t come to me.” Kyle pushed Jim’s hand away and freed his cock.

Pulling Jim against him, Kyle rubbed his cock against Jim’s. He even added a little lube from a packet.

“God, you’re obsessed with that stuff.” Jim chuckled. “Do you own stock in a lube company?”

“You win tonight, you can use as little or as much as you want on me.” Kyle rubbed the tip of his cock to Jim’s sac.

The feel of Kyle grinding to him, the wild sexual maneuver no one had ever done to him, made Jim shake.

“Jim,” Kyle muttered as he came on Jim’s cock.

Jim stared at their members still pressed together. It felt right. Once Kyle caught his breath, he rubbed the juices into Jim’s cock. “See you got your way. I came on you. Now, you need to meet me for a rematch tonight.”

“No,” Jim said.

Kyle shoved his fingers in Jim’s mouth and made him suck the remains of the cum off.

“You’ll show up.” Kyle kissed him and zipped his fly.

It was over just as Jim wanted more.

Chapter Four

Back in his booth, Kyle felt much better after his encounter with Jim—not fully satisfied but better. He’d showed Jim that he wasn’t just a taker, but willing to give. The faster stuff was hot but not his only trick.

“Okay. What’s with you?” Arthur asked.

“Nothing. What’s with you?” Kyle joked.

“Seriously, you’re still looking at Jim, but you’re not as anxious or predatory as your normally are.”

“I’m not predatory.” Was it that obvious? Kyle didn’t want to freak out Jim. If people knew about them, Jim would go nuts.

“Sounds manlier than you’re out to seduce the guy. What happened?” Arthur persisted.

“Nothing.”

“You’re lying.” Arthur laughed. “Finally got him.”

“Shut it. Don’t.” Kyle leveled a harsh glare at his tradeshow partner.

“Okay, fine. Not here. Good for you. At least, it wasn’t a year for nothing.” Arthur refolded a few of the display shirts. “I can’t believe you tried to bluff me. I work with enough salesmen, you can’t fool me.”