Promises Part 3 (Bounty Hunters 3)

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” The man breathed, his mouth open and gusting warm breath over Brian’s heated face. “I don’t usually… I don’t.”

Brian wanted to agree. Wanted to let the man know it was his first time here, too. After a few more kisses and nuzzling into the soft, curls tucked behind one of the guy’s ears, Brian stroked one thumb down his cheek. He couldn’t see his face in the blackness but he could feel the smile curving his lips while he peppered kisses along Brian’s jaw.

“Did you know those guys? Do you come here a lot?”

Brian refused to pull out his phone and speak through a digital voice and ruin the mood. Instead he leaned down and bit the man on his neck hard enough for it to sting and then pulled back. He’d answered the only way he knew how.

The guy yelped against Brian’s cheek, startled, then kissed him again. “Jesus. Was that a no? I’d love to know what yes would’ve felt like.”

Brian slanted back in and dragged the flat of his tongue across the tight tendons down the side of his date’s throat until he got to his collarbone, where he placed a gentle, wet kiss. A soft sigh reached him over the background noise.

“That felt nice.” The man ran his thin fingers delicately over Brian’s mouth and whispered, “You don’t talk?”

Brian slowly dipped back down and bit the man again, the sting not as powerful, but enough for him to understand the answer. He was scared to lift his head up and see pity, disappointment, revulsion. When he did look, he couldn’t see what the man was thinking but he could feel him. There were no disgusted feelings. Brian could only feel the man’s craving for him.

“It’s too dark for you to read my lips. You can obviously hear me, so you’re not deaf. It’s okay. You don’t have to talk to me.” The man whispered caringly.

Brian didn’t want him to think he’d chosen not to speak to him. If there was anyone he wanted to speak to it was the man standing close to him. He had to let him know that this was who he was. A mute. Brian took the man’s right hand and pressed it firmly against his chest. Although he couldn’t see the beautiful face staring back at him in the darkness, he could feel the intense gaze on him, the warmth of accelerated breaths as Brian eased his date’s hand up his chest to his neck. He meticulously positioned the man’s fingers over the jagged scars on his throat. He swallowed thickly at the feeling of someone else touching him there. No one was permitted to. But Brian had to help this guy understand. Understand what his needs were.

His fingers were soft and cool on Brian’s flushed skin. The tentative touches went from exploratory to comforting in seconds. Brian tried to control his breathing, struggling to keep his composure while a stranger – a gorgeous, compassionate stranger – touched his most untouchable place. Then, raising up on his tip toes, soft kisses were placed along the ugly scars, mixing soothing touches with sweet licks of his tongue over the raised flesh. Made the wounds feel precious and important, not shameful.

“Thank you for showing me.” His guy said in a hushed, deep tone as he slowly began to pull his shirt over his head, then went for the button on his jeans, all while he spoke in a soothing but masculine tone, “I can feel… it’s almost like I can feel what you have to say.”

Brian’s eyes widened. No one had ever said anything like that to him. Not even close.

“You need this.” The sexy man spoke up again, his breathing labored, as a hard, slim erection bumped against Brian’s thigh. “I can feel it. So do I. I need, too. I’ve never come to a place like this. But… I feel like I can do this with you… only you.”

What in hell was it about this man? He was amazing. He was brave, beautiful, strong-willed. He was here for the same reason Brian was, but this guy wasn’t just an ordinary lay. Brian leaned down and simultaneously tilted the small chin, which fit perfectly in his palm, up to meet him. The kisses were unique, unhurried… magical. Brian slid his thick tongue inside and bathed the sexy man’s mouth with his, tasting and feasting in case this was their one and only time. He kept going until they were both moaning and gasping for air.

Brian took the small packet of lube and a condom from his pocket. Before he could fumble with his pants, his date began to undo them for him, then reached for the condom and lube. The guy slid down his body like a sultry dancer, making Brian’s exposed cock bump his chin. He held his breath as the man licked and kneaded at his tight sack, then the base of his shaft. Brian blew out a hard breath when his dick was swallowed down as if by a professional. If this guy was out of practice, then Brian couldn’t tell. He drove his fingers through the loose curls, closing his eyes at the softness juxtaposed with the hard suction on the head of his dick. Fuck! Oh my god, that’s so good, baby.