Rode Hard

He was red in the face, veins in his neck standing out. Sweat poured from him and his dick was hard again. I could see he was on the verge of a second orgasm.

I lathered my dick with lube and lined it up at his entrance. I eased inside, aware he hadn’t had sex for a long time. He was tight, sheathing me like a second skin. It was everything I’d ever dreamed it would be and so much more.

“Harder, Kyle. Ride me like I know you can.”

Luke’s hands rested on my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh. He held me in position, and pushed himself onto me. Within moments, I was seated balls deep and our fucking became frantic as I pistoned in and out of him.

I couldn’t release my hold on Luke to fondle his cock, he was pushing against me too hard, and with the strength he had, I would have been thrown off. It turned out my hand wasn’t needed, a moment later he roared and his cock exploded like Mt. Vesuvius. With his arse pulsing, and muscles contracting, it pushed me over the edge and I emptied the contents of my balls into his sexy arse. The force of the orgasm had spots dancing in front of my eyes and I collapsed onto the chest of my lover. We both trembled, hearts raced, breathless.

“Fuck, Luke.”

“Indeed, I’ve been rode hard.”

We embraced, and kissed deeply, before falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

CHAPTER TWELVE

KYLE

Luke in jeans, and with a t-shirt stretched tight across his broad, muscled chest was a sight to behold, but dressed in a suit, he was mouthwateringly gorgeous. My body was tingling with need. I didn’t want to attend court, I wanted to drag him back to bed and fuck him into next week. Instead, I was standing far too close to him, attempting to fix his tie. I was all fingers, and my dick was screaming at me to help him undress, not dress.

Luke reached up, placed his hands over mine and stole a kiss. Yeah, that didn’t help to compose me.

“Let me do this, finish getting yourself ready.”

I stepped away, traced his body with my eyes and licked my lips. Reluctantly I buttoned my shirt and wrapped a tie around my neck. I must have been on my fourth attempt at fixing the damn thing when Luke stepped up behind me and tied it expertly. I turned, wrapped him in my arms and hugged him close.

“I’m scared, Kyle. What if he gets away with what he did and comes after me? At the very least, today is going to embarrass the hell out of him and he won’t turn a blind eye to the fact I’ll be the cause. He’s a vindictive bastard when he’s crossed.”

“Please don’t worry, babe. You have a lot of good people looking out for you, including me.” I brushed my lips over his.

“Good isn’t how I’d describe you.” Luke laughed, reached for the jacket which lay on the bed, and helped me into it.

We hugged again before leaving the hotel room hand in hand. I was nervous as fuck, knowing the media would turn the day into a circus.

***

We arrived at the courthouse to be informed Luke’s case had been delayed until after lunch. Apparently, the first hearing was taking longer than expected. After Luke introduced me to some of his colleagues from the Gold Coast who were attending as witnesses for him, I suggested we all head across the road to have lunch at a small café I’d seen on our way in earlier.

The other men and woman declined saying they had a few things to catch up on before they were needed. I was somewhat relieved, I didn’t want to share Luke with anyone.

We all left our contact numbers with a court officer who assured us he’d be in touch when we were required in the courtroom. It meant we would be able to relax for a while.

With his hand grasped in mine, I led Luke across the busy street and through the glass doors of the small café. A young girl, standing behind a counter which housed a large coffee machine, smiled as we approached and handed us menus.

“Would you like to sit inside or outside?” she enquired.

I glanced at Luke.

“Outside, yeah? It’s a beautiful day. We should take advantage of it before we’re cooped up in court all afternoon.”

I agreed, ordered and paid for our meals, waving away the protests from Luke. We were handed a number to place on the table and headed back out, hand in hand. I noted other diner’s eyes on our interlocked hands, some smiled, others turned away and resumed their discussions, a few gave self-righteous sniffs. I smiled at those who looked our way and we headed outside where we selected a table shaded by a giant umbrella. We removed our coats, draped them over a chair, and sat.