Rumor Has It (Longwood U)

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

SPARROW

The last couple times we’ve progressed to a finger in his ass, but boy does he still lose his shit as soon as he sees the camera. I’ve contemplated telling them to choose a fucking spot and don’t move. This man will let me fuck him if they stop making their presence known.

And fuck, I want to fuck Dak.

I roll us so he’s on top of me, hovering over me. He’s winded, panting. I love to see the way each deep, harsh breath brings his muscle tone out.

Dak leans over, his hands planted on the bed on either side of my face. I shift his legs so he’s straddling me, which brings our dicks together. He groans, the arousal on his face makes him look almost ethereal. He’s so turned on. So lost in this moment.

His hips grind down, pressing his hard dick into mine. Another moan.

“That’s it,” I tell him, running my hands up his arms. “Harder.”

He does, rutting his cock into mine. His balls press harshly against mine, pinning me there almost painfully as he fucks himself against me.

I reach behind him to grab his ass cheeks and dig my heels into the bed. Together, both in sync and completely frantic, we fuck our bare dicks together. We’re both covered in spit, and while I’d like one of our hands around our dicks, adding some pressure and keeping us together, it’s far too good to shift positions.

With his ass cheeks firmly gripped in my hands, I pull them apart. Will he be upset if I shove my cock behind him and run it along his ass while he rocks into me? He’ll like it. I know he will.

Sriyan shifts to get a better angle of our cocks and Dak goes rigid. I curse internally and let go of one of Dak’s ass cheeks to grip the back of his head and pull his mouth to mine. He’s a whore for kissing, so I can usually pull him right back into the moment with my mouth.

Then again, I can almost always get him back in the moment with my mouth anywhere on his body. Maybe he’s just a whore for my mouth.

His tension leaves slowly and it isn’t long before he’s forgotten the cameras. I kind of want to flip them off and tell them to go away so I can get my dick in this man already. If we can just fuck, it’ll answer his questions and I can get my rocks off and we’ll both be satisfied. Then we can stop playing this painful game.

I’m determined to make this time different. While we’re frotting, I roll him so he’s under me again and reach blindly until I can find the lube that I tossed on the bed before we started. There are also a couple condoms. You know—just in case. I really, really want to get to the condoms.

“Keep your eyes closed,” I murmur against his cheeks. “Can you do that?”

This fucker opens his eyes but he’s barely seeing me. I chuckle.

“Close them, Dak. Let me make you feel good. Okay? Can you do that?”

He nods and closes his eyes again. Finally. Maybe he’ll stop seeing the cameras move around. I glance at Dalton and give him a warning look before sinking over Dak and licking down his body. I pause at his nipples. He gets all wiggly and groany when I nip at them. As much as I could stay right there all day, we are fucking today.

There’s zero doubt in my mind that he wants to. If he can just ignore the fucking cameras, it’ll be great.

I slide down until I can take the top of his cock into my mouth. Locking him in place, I suck while I open the lube as quietly as possible, so the click doesn’t invite him to open his eyes. Dak groans low and loud, his body jerking a little while I do. Coating my fingers in lube, I position myself comfortably between his legs.

It’s time to give this man my best work so I can prep his tight little hole. Taking him in deeper, I keep the pressure on him while I push a finger inside. No more teasing today. I’ve already been teasing his hole for what feels like half the afternoon. Time to get home.

He jolts, but he doesn’t pull away. Probably because I’m also bobbing on his cock. This isn’t meant to be pretty. Neither action is. This is meant to get him ready for me. When I’m confident he’s good with a single finger, I re-lube and add a second while driving my face down on his dick.

Dak’s hands grip my head, tangling painfully in my hair as he shoves me down on his cock. I let him. I’m not at all opposed to being used. With him at the driving wheel concerning his dick and my mouth, I concentrate on fingering his hole.

His moans are loud as he fucks up into my mouth. I take my time with the second finger before I add a third. Glancing up as I shove inside him, I find his head thrown back and his jaw locked. I increase my suction on him like I’m going for gold.

A loud curse leaves his mouth as his back arches. My head is shoved down, his legs boxing me in as he pushes past the back of my mouth and shoves his dick down my throat. Reflex makes me try to swallow around him, which earns me a choked sound from him.

“River,” he grunts. “Fuck, River.”

I would smile at hearing my name fall from his lips, though it’s weird being called River. I’m never called that since it’s my Maddy’s name.

Still, I don’t let that distract me, I keep both ends going. Fucking into his ass, easing him open, getting him used to something thick stuffed up inside him, and sucking his cock like a vacuum.

He’s close. I’ve never gotten this man to come before. He’s always run out before we get to that point. But he’s so close right now, he’s about to barrel over the side. I’m not sure if I want to take him there because it might prompt him to leave .

Then again, I really want to taste him. I’ve earned this orgasm as much as he has. So I curl my fingers, making sure I hit his undo spot and listen to him lose his mind as he desperately, wildly, like a man possessed, fucks my throat.

Dak tries to speak. Tries to say more than my name. I know the moment he tries to warn me he’s going to come. I can hardly breathe, but I keep going as he spills down my throat with a low, guttural groan I can feel in my chest.

The way he fills my throat makes me think he’s been holding that for a long time. It’s difficult to swallow around him since he hasn’t stopped fucking my throat. His release runs down my chin and neck as I try to keep him going. Empty those tight fucking balls.

Eventually, he falls. The tight grip he has in my hair relaxes and his hands fall to the side. I reach for the condom and get it on before I let his cock go. Between his legs, cock in one hand, I lean over him as I press my cockhead to his ass.

“Mmm,” he hums, eyes fluttering open to look at me.

Fuck, he’s sexy. “You like that, gorgeous? Like coming for me?”

He shivers and nods.

Then this fucker with a camera moves to get the money shot of my cock going into Dak’s ass for the first time and wouldn’t you know, Dak notices. His eyes go wide, and he looks around me, eyes locking on the camera.

“Look at me,” I instruct, placing a little more pressure at his hole.

Dak shudders. His entire body goes rigid. I’m already resigned to the fact that he’s three seconds from?—

He bolts from the bed so quickly that he lands on his hands and knees on the floor. There’s a second where he stays there, his chest heaving. Then he’s on his feet, shoving his legs into his pants and gathering his clothes right before he yanks the door open.

Unlike every other time he’s left without looking back, he stops, his entire body rigid. For just a second, I think he’s contemplating coming back.

Dak turns to face me, and I can see the distress on his face. His mouth opens as if he wants to say something. His eyebrows are knit together. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice full of regret .

His gaze darts to the cameramen, then he’s gone.

I groan, dropping onto my back and squeezing my dick while I wipe my face with the back of my hand. Fucking hell. So close. So damn close I could feel him. Feel the way his sweet puckered hole tensed at my cockhead. I could feel his body heat seep into my cock from where I was touching him. Pressed against him.

Sriyan chuckles. “Almost there.” I hear him leave the room.

“Maybe three more times,” Dalton says, and I scowl at him, glaring through narrowed eyes.

He grins as he sets his camera down. The little red light is off, the recording having stopped. He crosses the room to stand over the bed. “Want some help?” His eyes move to my cock.

It’s only now occurred to me that Dalton is almost always the cameraman when I’m here. The second guy changes almost every time, but it’s usually Dalton. And about half the time he asks if I want some help after my partner has run out.

Most of the time, I’d taken him up on the offer. Especially when he licks his lips like he just did.

My gaze travels to the door, knowing Dak is already long gone. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him yes, but… I shake my head. “Nah. Thanks, but I’m good,” as I pull the condom off and toss it aside.

His eyes meet mine again and he raises a brow. “Oh yeah? I think you could punch through a concrete wall right now.”

I chuckle without humor. “I just need a minute.”

Dalton stares at me. When he doesn’t leave, I meet his eyes. Like Dak, I think he wants to say something. Also like Dak, he decides not to. Instead, he shrugs, picks up his camera, and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

I take a deep breath and try to wipe the scowl from my face while I squeeze the base of my dick. Fuck, I ache. Everywhere. I ache every-fucking-where.

As much as I want to be buried in Dak’s ass, this is the last time. I can’t keep doing this. My whole body hurts. And I just turned down a fucking blowjob to alleviate some of the pressure! Jesus fuck, what’s wrong with me?

Instead of using the bathroom, I slowly dress. To try to cool my body, I mentally go through all the parts of a ship. Not a huge ship, but a small, personal vessel. The kind with two or three bunk rooms, sails, and of course, a motor.

By the time I’m dressed, I’m only marginally less hard. I should have taken the blowjob.

Opening the door, I head for the exit. Dalton’s just inside, sitting where Porter usually is beside the door. I slow as I approach, wondering if I’ve changed my mind for real on the blowjob.

He meets my eyes.

“What?” I ask, door handle in hand. “Just say it.”

Dalton licks his lips and his eyes flicker down my body. “If you want a fuck, I’m in the east hall, second floor, third door. I’m cool bottoming.”

I try to respond, but for some reason, I find I’m speechless.

“No cameras. No money,” he continues, a slight smile on his lips. “Just an orgasm. However you want it.”

Oh, well, when you put it that way… I glance at the door and then back into the apartment or whatever it is that is Rumor. “Thanks,” I say and meet his eyes again. “I, uh… Maybe another time. Just want to get out of here.”

Dalton nods and shrugs. “Sure.” He hands me an envelope with today’s pay and I almost don’t want to take it. But I do as I look away, stuffing it into my pocket.

I pull the door open and step out, shutting it securely behind me. I hear the lock slide into place and take a deep breath. I’m not sure if I’ve ever turned down sex before. I mean, I’m fucking here, and desperately horny. Why am I turning him down?

I need to get off before I lose my mind. Dropping my hand to my crotch, I close my eyes and breathe through my mouth. Turning around, I almost go back inside.

But fucking Dak has gotten under my skin, and I don’t want to fuck Dalton. I want to fuck Dak.

Scowling again, I head up the stairs, down the shrine of penises hallway, and out the front door with a wave toward the guy in a Playboy Bunny tank stretched over his man boobs and a thong that does nothing to conceal his dick. His balls are hanging out. Definitely a woman’s thong. Poor guy.

I adjust my dick again as I head down the stairs. I’m so caught up in my frustration that I barely notice there’s someone sitting on the stairs until he stands and faces me. I stop when I realize it’s Dak. He looks fucking miserable.

“Can we talk?” he asks quietly.

I’m not honestly sure I can be in the same room as him right now. But I find I’m nodding. “Sure.” Does he hear the wariness in my voice? Can he see the strain in my muscles? I can’t take any more of this.

I’m at the end of my limit and for some unknown fucking reason, I not only turned down a blowjob but also a fuck. For no damn reason, either. I’m so motherfucking desperate and here I am, walking away from a guaranteed orgasm in favor of talking to Dak.

“Somewhere private?” His eyes move around.

It’d be cute if I wasn’t so fucking horny right now. “I live close,” I say and gesture for him to head in the direction of my apartment. He nods and we walk side by side, air charged, down the sidewalk.