Getting it up

Excerpt: Sirus threw open the door and a blast of wind and rain soaked his front before he took one step outside. He forged into the frigid display of nature, letting the cold wash over him and cool his insides. Sirus made it halfway down the steps, almost to freedom, when a ruthless grip locked on his arm and jerked him into the step railing.

Sirus looked up into the rage of Grey’s face.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Grey looked like he shouted, but it barely registered as such above the noise of the pounding rain. “It’s goddamned pouring.”

Looking up into the darkened night, Sirus welcomed the torrent of rain beating down on his face. For the first time in what seemed like forever, he felt alive, and he forced himself to believe it was because of the harsh elements and not this man’s bruising hold.

“Come on!” Grey shook Sirus again and tried to tug him up the stairs. “Get inside!”

Sirus pulled back, digging his feet into the wood. “No, it’s just rain. It won’t hurt me.” He could not, could not, go back in that cabin with Grey.

“You’ll get sick as a dog.” Rain plastered Grey’s hair to his head in a skullcap and poured down his face. “Of course it can hurt you.” His lips pulled with hard lines, and all Sirus could think about was kissing Grey breathless and shoving his tongue into the warmth of his mouth.

Stifling a groan, Sirus pushed past Grey and down the steps. He called over his shoulder, not daring to look back, “If I get sick, I’ll deal with it.” His feet squished in the mud the dirt path had become. The cold no barrier, a painful erection raged in his jeans.

“You go inside. I want to be out here.”

Grey shouted a curse and slammed into Sirus from behind, locking his arms around Sirus’s arms and chest. “You’re not running around in the rain and the dark! Fucking stop, damn it!” Grey’s muscles contorted wildly against Sirus’s back and arms as he struggled to take Sirus to the ground, surprising Sirus with his strength. Sirus had the extra height and the bulk, though, and he ripped Grey off his body, whirling on him, his emotions playing too close to the surface to fully conceal.

Sirus laid his eyes on the hard set of Grey’s face, and on the way his body heaved with labored breathing. His soaked shirt clung to his chest, exposing hard pecs and tight nipples, pointing with cold. Sirus looked up and their gazes clashed, the heat so intense Sirus jerked with it. A rough noise escaped Grey right then, and that’s when Sirus glanced down. A thick bulge thrust hard against Grey’s pants, giving him away. Grey stared right back at Sirus’s cock, and figured him out too.

“I don’t want this,” Sirus uttered, his voice stripped bare.

“Me either.” Grey sounded as if he were in agony.

Swearing, they flew at each other in a furious kiss.

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Sirus’s ass burned with the invasion, but it immediately clamped down on Grey’s fingers and dragged them deeper into his channel. “Mmm, yeah.” He braced his hands on Grey’s chest and pushed down, forcing more of the other man’s long fingers inside his body. “Fuck me, fuck me.” Clenching his teeth against the pure, unadulterated delight his rectum and Grey’s embedded fingers created together, Sirus rolled his hips into each spearing his passage took and reached for more. His prick grew to full arousal once again and his balls tingled and drew tight against his body, already to the breaking point again.

“Take it, Wilder, take it.” Grey’s voice was harsh and forceful as he plunged and scissored his fingers with great enthusiasm in Sirus’s quivering channel, stretching him with almost savage aggression. “Feel every goddamn inch of me playing in your ass.”

“Uh-huh … fuck.” Sirus pulled his lower lip between this teeth and bit, drawing blood as he tried to stave off release. He couldn’t control the panting and writhing, though, and his knees slipped wider apart in the mud, pushing his ass down even harder and trapping Grey’s hand against his stomach. Sirus didn’t care and couldn’t stop gyrating his ass into Grey’s fingers. His thighs shook and his arms felt weaker than a kitten, and just when Sirus didn’t think he could take even one more sensation, Grey crooked his buried fingers and stroked right on Sirus’s sweet spot, tipping him right over the edge.

Crying out as the second release hit him, stronger and sharper than the first, Sirus sank his fingers at least half an inch into Grey’s chest muscles, searching for a toehold with which to cling. His entire body convulsed, his ass closed in a vise on Grey’s fingers, and he swore he felt cum race through his bowel and belly before finally letting it go and shooting a stream of hot semen on Grey’s forearm and chest.

Grey locked his gaze on Sirus’s, and it was frightening in its depth. The man looked pained, and Sirus scrambled backward, letting Grey’s fingers slip free of his anus as he positioned his ass over the other man’s crotch. Grey’s jeans acted as little to no barrier, and Sirus ground his buttocks into the bulge, his crease splitting and his asshole finding the ridge and rocking in a frenzy over Grey’s cock. “I’m still open … ah, yeah…” Sirus groaned and bucked as Grey knifed up into his loosened hole. “Fuck me and let me feel you come.”

Grey growled and latched onto Sirus’s waist, holding him down as he thrust up repeatedly, taking with aggression, as if there were no clothing between them at all. Sirus rode the shape of Grey’s cock with piston-fast sweeps along his crack, knowing he had never done anything like this in his life. He felt like a teenager in the backseat of a car doing something fast and without finesse because it was forbidden and he didn’t want to get caught.

“Ohh … ohh…” Grey strained under Sirus and then quickly stiffened, his body arching in a bow. “Coming…” His mouth fell open, his eyes squeezed shut, and his fingers bruised a punishing hold on Sirus’s waist. “Damn it, damn it…” Grey’s entire body shuddered, and the heat of ejaculate warmed Sirus’s ass through underwear and jeans as Grey succumbed to release.

Eventually, the tension eased from Grey’s body and he lowered back to the ground. He opened his eyes, and the rain broke right then, turning from a downpour to a light mist, as if Mother Nature took its cue from the severity of Sirus and Grey’s coupling. Sirus couldn’t move as he absorbed what had happened, the heat of the moment so intense he couldn’t walk away, even as he accepted he’d just done something incredibly intimate with a man he didn’t know very well at all.