Page 26 of A Handsome Devil

My ribcage swelled knowing we played the power game. Am I a fucking switch? It filled me with bliss to see what putty Truman was in my hands, how much exquisite ecstasy I gave him. And how fascinated he was with the pleasure he gave me, eyes frozen on my big dick, heavy and massive in his grip. A power play to see who would get the upper hand, so to speak. Was whoever came first the bottom, the sub? I couldn’t be the obedient servant, so I massaged and squeezed his balls.

Sitting straighter so our noses almost touched, I growled, “Look at you. You’d never get this hard if a woman was jacking you. You want to come against a hairy chest. You want to kiss a man with a soul patch. You want to grab a man’s big cock and taste his jizz when he comes in your face. You want to—”

He lost it then. When he tossed his head back, I plastered my mouth to that achingly sexy Adam’s apple. I felt his load roll up the underside of his penis, my thumb pumping it out the tip. The warm jizz splashed my chest, my pubic mound, and dripped down my pecs. I pumped him through wave after wave of come, his teeth gnashing, chest so tight his nipples were like bullets.

My own climax jolted me like thunder. Truman’s cock still spurted when the jizz shot out my hole. Forcing my eyes open, I watched in awe as jolting streams unloaded on Truman’s taut belly. He looked down openmouthed—neither one of us breathed. I couldn’t. The climax was stronger than anything I’d ever experienced.

It seems as though I passed out for a few seconds. We still gripped each other’s dicks, but reality sank in fuzzily when I gasped. Huffing hot air, we finally brought our eyes to meet. I knew how easy it was to just break away after a giant climax. But with Truman, that would be too shallow, too trivial.

He was the first to grin crookedly. “Wow. What the fuck.”

I could think of nothing to say that would top that.

CHAPTER 11

Truman

We snuggled all night.

It was no doubt the most exquisite night of my life. After drenching the poor guy with my backload of jism, I admit I was a tad shy. I’d never had a round of mutual masturbation—usually the kids or freckling geezers you get playing the field, are the type who want to do you, not allow or demand you touch them. I’d been jacked several dozens of times, but certainly never mutually. It was heaven.

After making out long and hard, we raced back into the shower, slathering each other with hands full of liquid soap.

“That was the best thing I’ve ever known,” Alessio muttered in between bites to my lower lip.

“Same here. You’re the cock o’ the walk.”

He had to laugh at that, but I was certain he’d use it again in the future—when bragging in his magnetic, smooth, operatic manner.

I was so confident that I’d made the right decision in following—or rather, going with—Alessio on his journey. After all, we were only robbing the scumbags who made life a chore or worse for addicted humans. The next day we’d go after Les Moore, the tranq supplier who murdered the musician in my club, ransack him blind and let him know why.

I’d discovered a club of antisocial peers. We all reinforced each other’s spontaneous instincts. Partners in crime, we goaded each other on. With a man as determined and arrogant as Alessio by my side, both of us adrenaline junkies, nothing could screw up.

The next morning, I wasn’t so sure.

It must’ve been around ten when frantic pounding sounded on our motel door. “Truman! Truman!” came the frenzied woman’s voice.

I sat up on my elbows, hair in my eyes. Erin?

Alessio, accustomed to moving fast whether onstage or in jail, leaped right up, grabbing his jeans off the floor. I was behind him trying to snatch mine and we fought with tangled limbs for a few seconds. I almost put my foot into his pants leg.

“I’ll be right there!” I shouted, so she’d stop yelling my name.

She must’ve gotten the picture, as she lowered her voice. “Truman. They’re after you.”

They? It dawned on me “they” could’ve been any number of people.

Alessio yanked the door open before me. Facing Erin breathlessly, he finger-combed his hair to tie it back, probably realizing how bad this looked.

No one really cared.

Erin barged in, Alessio slamming the door behind her. I’d never seen her eyes so fiery before, and she clutched my bare biceps, shaking me like a shirt in a hurricane. “You didn’t see the news?”

Alessio and I looked sideways at each other. News?

Our silence was Erin’s answer. She shoved me away. “You guys! Unbelievable! They came to our fucking house!”

Alessio spread his hands out. “Wait a second. Who’s ‘they’?”