Bayou Loup Page 4

  He drove to the hotel with Mark leaned back in his seat, eyes closed. He pulled up to the hotel entrance and stopped the truck.

  “I’m going to let them valet park it. I’m just too tired to find a space in the garage and hike back to the main building.”

  “Good idea. Let me tip the valet.” Mark dug some cash out of his pocket and handed it to the young man who took Bobby’s keys.

  Then they entered the hotel, veering away from the casino toward the elevators leading to the guest rooms. The guy from the front desk wasn’t there; a woman worked now, and Bobby only gave her a quick glance.

  After a short elevator ride up to their floor—Bobby leaning on one side of the car and Mark on the other as their heated stares burned holes in each other—the bell dinged, and they almost burst out of the car.

  The hall was empty. Bobby took Mark by the elbow and strode to the room.

  “Hey, where’s the fire?” Mark asked. “I thought you were tired.”

  Bobby didn’t answer, but when he got to the door, he swiped his card, opened it, and then pulled Mark through. He kicked it shut with his foot.

  ∙•∙

  Mark slammed face first against the wall, a large, horny man pressing against his back.

  “I just got my second wind.” Bobby licked the side of Mark’s face, and Mark shivered. “You like this, don’t you? Like being manhandled.”

  Mark groaned. He did, and it surprised him. With Bobby, he’d been happy to just bottom when normally he preferred topping. With Bobby, he’d become aroused instead of pissed off every time the bigger man exerted his dominance over him. Mark hadn’t gone in for that sort of play. Until now.

  With Bobby, Mark had felt a closer connection in this short time than to anyone he’d ever dated long-term.

  And that was really scary.

  Had he really cared about all his previous boyfriends? There had been a few, mostly in college and through his work, but they’d grown less and less frequent. Sure, he had his demons, and he knew they had taken a toll on him, personally and professionally. Nowadays he’d decided it was easier to just take care of his occasional “itches” for sex.

  He’d made a big mistake with Bobby. Bobby was not an itch to be relieved with a scratch or two. Bobby was a “long-term condition,” and one he’d gladly suffer with for the rest of his life. Mark didn’t know how to change the path they were on, the one that led to tomorrow and goodbye, with no last names, no way of reconnecting, no way of seeing this incredibly sexy man again.

  That sucked.

  Changing the game in the middle was against the rules, and Mark knew it. He’d known the score going in, and he’d been the one to insist on the rules. How the hell could he just change them?

  Bobby wouldn’t appreciate that at all. He’d taken Mark to his bed with a certain understanding, and Mark would just have to suck it up and stick to his self-imposed rules.

  Something inside Mark hated that thought.

  Bobby ground his cock into Mark’s ass, a hard rod that pressed through two layers of thick jeans, letting Mark know Bobby was up for more action. And from the quiver of Mark’s hole, so was he.

  God, what a butt slut he’d become in just one weekend.

  But with a man like Bobby driving his cock deep into Mark’s ass, oh, hell yeah, he’d be a butt slut. Give me more!

  So he pressed back into Bobby’s erection, letting the man know he was up for another go round.

  “That’s it, babe. You like it, don’t you?” Bobby whispered into Mark’s ear.

  Mark could only nod; if he opened his mouth, the wail of want caught in his throat would escape, and how embarrassing would that be?

  Bobby ran his hands down Mark’s arms and captured his hands, then raised them above Mark’s head. “Fuck, you have too many clothes on for what I want to do to you.”

  Mark groaned. “What do you want to do to me?” He wanted to hear it all, the details, in graphic, coarse language. His cock hurt as it pressed against the wall of the room.

  Instead of answering, Bobby stepped back, jerking Mark away from the wall, and spun him around. Mark looked up into a starving man’s gaze, swallowed, and knew whatever Bobby wanted, Mark would let him do.

  “I want you naked on the bed, your ass in the air so I can fuck you.” Bobby growled and tugged at Mark’s shirt. “I want to watch as my dick slides in and out of your hole. I want to play with your balls while I’m fucking you.”

  Mark’s knees gave out, and he stumbled. Bobby held him up, laughed, then pushed him toward the bed. “Naked. Now.”

  Mark had his shirt off, kicked out of his shoes, and unbuckled his jeans as Bobby watched, leaning against the wall, arms folded. When he unzipped his jeans to push them down, Bobby said, “Stop.”

  He froze and looked at Bobby.

  “I want them down around your knees. Get on the bed now.”

  Mark hesitated. Before he met Bobby, if a man had told him what to do, put him in this sort of position, he’d have told him to go fuck himself. But when Bobby spoke, Mark listened. And obeyed.

  Because with Bobby it turned Mark on. Got him hard so damn fast it hurt.

  Mark pushed his jeans down, then climbed onto the bed and shuffled toward the middle. He grabbed a few pillows to rest his head on. Then he spread his legs as far as he could with the jeans on and put his ass up, his head down, and waited.

  “Christ, that’s some fucking sexy picture, babe.” Bobby walked to the bed as he unbuttoned his shirt. Mark watched as the big man undressed without any air of being rushed. His movements were all slow and controlled, and Mark’s dick stiffened and stood straight out, rubbing against his belly.

  Bobby drew it out, letting Mark’s need build to delicious heights. Damn him.

  When the last of Bobby’s clothes hit the floor, he kneeled on the bed and moved up behind Mark. Mark held his breath, waiting for the first touch to shoot sparks through his body.

  Bobby ran his hands over Mark’s ass cheeks in a firm stroke, trailing fire across his skin.

  “Damn, you’ve got a sweet ass.”

  Mark exhaled and closed his eyes. Could he ask Bobby for what he wanted? He wasn’t normally like this, submissive to another man. But Bobby released needs in Mark he’d kept buried. Would he look weak if he asked? Begged?

  A sharp slap on his right ass stung, shocking him. Mark opened his eyes, gasping, and his cock leaked a line onto the sheets.

  Fuck. He didn’t have to say a word; Bobby just knew. How the hell did he do that? Know what Mark wanted and needed from him?

  The next slap made Mark hiss. It didn’t hurt; in fact, it felt wonderful and turned him on even more. Two more slaps and Bobby ran his hand over the stinging skin.

  “That’s what you want, babe?”

  Mark nodded.

  “I can give you what you want. You just have to ask.” Bobby soothed the sting with his tongue, licking Mark’s ass and swerving close to the valley leading to Mark’s hole.

  Bobby spread Mark’s cheeks. “Christ, I wish you could see this. How pretty it is. That sweet little pink pucker. Damn. I want to fuck you.” Bobby let go and reached for the nightstand drawer.

  He took out the box of condoms and shook them out. “Only four left. We’ve been busy.” He chuckled. “When I brought these, I figured I’d use one or two, not almost a dozen.”

  “Regretting it?” Mark asked, although he didn’t want to know the answer.

  “Hell no! This is the best time I’ve had in so long. I regret nothing, not one thing we’ve done this weekend. Never will, I suppose.”

  Mark smiled. “Good, me neither.”

  Bobby tore open the condom and then rolled it on. His erection looked huge to Mark, and that just got him harder. The thought of Bobby pushing his thick dick inside him forced a shudder through his body.

  After Bobby smeared lube over his cock, he put some onto his fingers and played around Mark’s hole. He circled it, rubbing over all the little creases until he ha
d Mark wiggling and whimpering to be breached.

  He pushed one finger in, then two, and finger fucked Mark.

  “God, so good,” Mark cried out. He wanted more. “Fuck me.”

  “Fuck you, huh?” Bobby chuckled. “Who’s driving this bus? Me or you?”

  “You.”

  “That’s right. Me. I’m driving you.” Bobby leaned over Mark’s back, his fingers tucked deep in Mark’s ass, and licked a line up Mark’s cheek. “I own you, babe.”

  Mark groaned. Yes, it was true. Bobby owned Mark. Completely. Oh, he was so fucked. What had he done, letting himself fall for this man? Submit to him?

  “Yes.”

  “Good. I want my man to know where he stands with me.”

  “Your man?” Mark choked out.

  “You are my man, right now, in this room.” Bobby rose off him and worked his fingers deeper. “Aren’t you?” He crooked his finger and raked over Mark’s prostate.

  Electricity shot through Mark’s ass to his balls and dick, and he cried out.

  “Like that, huh?” Bobby did it again.

  Mark moaned. “Gonna come…please.” His cock dripped a steady string of pearls now, and his balls had tightened up, ready to unload.

  “No, you don’t!” Bobby guided his cock to the entrance and pulled out his finger. “I want to feel you come when I’m inside you. It’s like heaven, babe. Like all the good things in this world rolled up into one.”

  Mark sighed as Bobby’s cockhead nudged his opening. “Give it to me, Bobby. Fuck me, make me come.”

  Bobby grabbed Mark’s hips with his hands and thrust in. Mark’s eager hole opened for him, now used to his size, and with little pain he let Bobby inside until Bobby’s pubes pressed against his body.

  Heaven opened up for him as Bobby pumped into him. Each thrust took Mark higher until he spun a thousand miles above the earth.

  He hung there, needing one last push.

  Bobby knew what he needed. He leaned forward and grabbed Mark’s cock.

  “I got you, Mark.” He pumped his hand a few times over the skin. “Let go. Come for me. You can trust me to keep you safe.”

  Mark let go and fell. He shouted, “Bobby!” and then released, his jism shooting over his belly, the sheets, and Bobby’s hand as Bobby slammed his dick in so deep, so sweet, Mark could only shudder through the rest of his orgasm.

  Bobby rubbed his back, soothing him. He pulled Mark up, onto his lap, and offered his cum-covered hand to Mark. “Lick me off, babe.”

  Mark closed his eyes and moaned as he licked Bobby’s fingers clean. His cum tasted as it always did, nothing new in tasting it, but there was the mix of Bobby’s skin in there too, and that was so nice. But it was the tone of Bobby’s voice, the order, the demand of obedience, that really turned him on.

  His cock lay limp, but Bobby’s had lost nothing; it stayed hard and long deep inside Mark. Bobby dropped his hand to Mark’s waist to hold him, then turned Mark’s face so he could kiss him.

  Bobby plundered Mark’s mouth, just as he’d plundered his ass, and Mark let him.

  When he broke the kiss, Bobby pushed Mark down, slamming him into the bed, flat on his belly. He held his body over Mark’s and growled.

  With a cry Mark would have sworn was more animal than human, Bobby fucked him, hard, fast, punishing, each stroke pistoning deep inside, riding Mark’s ass until it burned and Mark grew hard again, his cock pinned between his body and the bed.

  God, this man could fuck him all day and all night. Mark didn’t care. He just wanted Bobby inside him, making him feel this way, giving him what he needed.

  Bobby placed his hands on Mark’s back, fingers gripping over his shoulders, and lowered down to cover him. Completely dominating Mark. Fucking him. Owning him.

  “Mark, babe. So good. You’re so tight. I love fucking you. Love being inside your heat. I want to fuck you so deep and hard you can feel me for days. I want to mark you inside.” Bobby babbled now, his eyes closed and his dick spearing in and out of Mark’s burning chute.

  “I’m hard again. Fuck, you made me hard again,” Mark stuttered. “Gonna make me come again!”

  Bobby wrapped his arms around Mark, pulling them even closer. Bobby’s panting and grunting echoed in Mark’s ear. His breath painted Mark’s cheek. Mark had never felt so desired or cared for in his life.

  “Now, babe. Now.” Bobby whispered and then turned his head and bit Mark’s shoulder, sinking his teeth into Mark’s flesh and hanging on.

  The pain shot Mark over the edge, and he came, his orgasm pulsing his cum into the sheets.

  “Mark!” Bobby shouted. He froze and emptied, his hot cum warmed Mark’s ass, and for once in his life, Mark wanted to feel that warmth without the barrier of latex between him and his lover.

  His lover.

  Bobby was his lover even if it was only for this weekend.

  The big man groaned and collapsed across Mark’s body. Mark didn’t care. He sighed into the pillow. Bobby shifted and slid to the side, pulling Mark with him, until they lay back to front, with Bobby’s cock still in Mark’s ass.

  Maybe Bobby didn’t want to leave Mark either?

  Bobby ran his hand over Mark’s belly, fingers trailing in cooling cum.

  “Damn. The maids are going to talk tomorrow after we check out.”

  “They might just throw away the sheets.” Mark laughed, and Bobby hugged him tighter, giving him a soft kiss on the back of his neck.

  “Did I hurt you?” Bobby asked.

  “No. It’s good.”

  “Even the bite?” He leaned back. “It didn’t break the skin, but you’re going to have a bruise. Will that be a problem?”

  Mark shrugged. “No. No one will see it. Nothing to explain.”

  “Good.” Bobby sounded satisfied, maybe a little too satisfied.

  “Good I don’t have to explain it to anyone?”

  “Yeah. Uh, good I didn’t hurt you and won’t cause you any grief.”

  “Don’t sweat it. I loved it, Bobby.” Mark snuggled back into Bobby’s embrace. “Let’s get some sleep.”

  Bobby nuzzled his neck, and Mark sighed.

  How could he be so damn lucky and so damned…damned?

  ∙•∙

  Bobby listened as Mark’s breathing changed and he fell asleep.

  Christ, what had come over him? He’d never been this way with Carol. He’d always been a kind, gentle lover. He’d never manhandled her but had loved her as if she would break, as if she were the rare treasure she was, at least to him.

  But with Mark?

  Mark brought out the wolf in him. The animal that wanted to mate and dominate, assert itself as alpha. His wolf had an insatiable appetite for this man, and frankly, it surprised the hell out of Bobby.

  He’d always thought his wolf was like all the other wolves in their pack…destined to be with a female.

  That was until their new alpha Scott Dupree had admitted to the pack although he was straight, his wolf was gay and wanted another man. So Bobby had learned the wolves that inhabited their bodies were their own persons, their own creatures.

  The wolf wants what the wolf wants.

  And sometimes, if you’re very, very lucky, the wolf wants what the man wants also.

  Chapter Five

  Bobby opened his eyes and rubbed them. A furnace lay against his chest.

  Mark.

  He smiled and pulled the man closer. Damn, they’d fucked until Mark couldn’t take any more. Bobby knew the younger man would probably still be sore. He felt bad, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself, not with Mark.

  Bobby eased away, making sure Mark kept sleeping. He got out of bed and went to the other side. Mark lay facing the wall. Bobby went to his knees between the bed and the wall and pulled back the sheet covering Mark’s hips.

  His long flaccid cock lay against his thigh, in easy reaching distance for Bobby.

  Bobby leaned in and licked a line along Mark’s dick, came to the head, and slow
ly sucked it into his mouth, the man’s flavor bursting on his tongue, going straight to Bobby’s cock.

  Mark’s prick came to life, lengthening and thickening inside Bobby’s mouth until Mark moaned and his eyes fluttered open.

  “Morning.” Mark wove his fingers in Bobby’s short hair. “Damn, that feels good.”

  Bobby hummed, and Mark arched into him as his fingers tightened against Bobby’s scalp, urging him to go deeper and faster. “So good. So good,” he murmured.

  Bobby tasted the precum oozing from Mark’s slit, and he ran his tongue along it, sending Mark into a full-body shudder. He smiled around the cock in his mouth.

  “Damn, Bobby. You know what I like.” Mark gasped as Bobby raked his teeth over the silky skin, then captured the swollen head against his lips. With one hand, he palmed Mark’s balls, kneading them and giving them an occasional tug. Each one pulled a moan from his man that left Bobby feeling very satisfied with himself.

  Bobby took Mark to the back of his throat and swallowed.

  Mark cried out and came, semen spurting, filling Bobby’s mouth until all he could do was swallow or choke. His wolf howled, and he savored the taste of another man.

  Of Mark.

  His man. For today.

  This was so good and so insane.

  Bobby pulled off and sat back. Mark grinned from under his arm. He’d thrown it over his face as he tried to catch his breath.

  “Morning.” Bobby laughed. “Hey, I have to check out at eleven, and it’s just after nine.” He stood and padded to the bathroom, his half-hard cock bouncing along as he walked.

  Mark pointed to it. “You need help with that?”

  Bobby grinned. “Well, you could blow me in the shower. We could kill two birds with one stone.”

  ∙•∙

  Mark climbed out of bed and followed Bobby to the bathroom. Bobby turned on the water, pushed the curtain back, and stepped in. Mark followed.

  They soaped each other up as their hands and fingers slid and touched and coasted over skin and hair. Bobby’s erection grew to full length, and Mark got onto his knees to accommodate him.

  Bobby leaned against the back wall of the shower as Mark kneeled in front of him with the water beating on his back. He washed Bobby’s dick, rinsing it, working the soap out of the man’s blond pubes. Bobby groaned and buried his hands in Mark’s hair.