Nothing Special V (Nothing Special 5)

Curtis sat up, looking at Genesis’ face. “He was stealing… you mean the center’s money?”

“There’s still plenty left, but he was definitely dipping into it,” Genesis said sadly. Though that bastard was gone, it was hardly a victory. It was sad. “What happened when you got back?”

Curtis smiled. “We have an interim director, who’s really great. I think he’s going to do really well for us.”

Genesis took a sigh of relief. “Oh, good. Thank the lord. I thought for a minute my plan may have backfired.”

Curtis’ smile fell slowly. “You can’t always intervene in everything. Are you going to threaten everyone that gives me a hard time?”

“Yes,” Genesis said seriously.

Curtis shook his head, a slight smile creeping back on his face. Genesis softly placed his hand over Curtis’ heart. “This is mine to protect, and I always will. No matter the consequence. He was hurting you too much. I couldn’t take it. Your dad told me what he wrongly accused you of doing to one of the students. What kind of partner would I be to let you go through that alone? The word partner means something to me, baby. It means everything you go through… I go through. And him disrespecting you was disrespectful to me… so I yoked his ass up until he was blue in the face.”

Curtis’ smile got huge, excitement gleaming in his bright blue eyes. “Did you really? Was he scared? Tell me.”

“Curtis,” Genesis admonished, rolling so he was on top. He sealed his mouth over his, the mood quickly turning back to where it was supposed to be. Curtis wrapped his legs around his back, moaning into their kiss. He was enjoying the taste of his lover, but he needed a deeper taste. Genesis slithered down Curtis’ tight body, stopping over his chest to bite at his dark pink nipples.

Curtis sounds were making his dick twitch back to life already. He sucked harder on the left, pinching the right one between his fingers. “Yesss,” Curtis whined, clutching the back of Genesis’ head, keeping him there until he absolutely couldn’t take it anymore.

Genesis didn’t swallow Curtis’ flushed cock too long. He wanted to see him spray his come when he was inside him. Genesis flipped Curtis over so he was on his stomach. He rubbed those supple mounds, dragging his lips over the lightly furred cheeks, loving the feel of it on his tongue. “Jesus,” Genesis murmured. He pulled Curtis’ straining cock between his legs and pushed him down flat against the mattress.

Curtis’ cheek was against the pillow, his hands tucked underneath it. Genesis ran his hands up and down Curtis’ slender body before stopping again at his cheeks, spreading him wide open. Curtis moaned ‘yes’ repeatedly as Genesis ate him like he hadn’t had a meal all day. He ran his tongue over the quivering hole, loosening him up real good. Curtis loved this part and so did he. “You taste so sweet,” Genesis whispered, then blew a little air over the wet trail he’d left from Curtis’ hole to his balls. He ran his tongue along the shaft of Curtis’ erection, nestled between his thighs, giving his tight balls the same treatment. He wasn’t sure how much time he spent thrusting his tongue in and out of Curtis’ tight bud, but the way he was forcibly pushed off told him when his lover had enough.

Curtis maneuvered Genesis so he was on his back and grabbed the lube from their bedside table. He groaned when he saw Curtis straddle him backward. He had the perfect view. Curtis positioned his hardness at his hole and slid down on top of him, hissing and moaning at the same time. “You’re so big, Genny.”

Genesis massaged Curtis’ cheeks while he took him inside his body. When he was fully seated, Curtis positioned himself comfortably, moving up and down with shallow pumps. “Yeah, baby. Damn, you’re so tight.”

Curtis leaned back, showing off his flexibility, turning his head, seeking out a kiss. Genesis wrapped his arms around Curtis’ chest, holding him close to him. Enjoying their connection. He sat buried inside Curtis, his lover not moving until he wanted to. After a few more strained seconds, Curtis brought his knees up and placed his feet flat on the bed so he could raise his hips up. Genesis hooked his arms under Curtis’ armpits, his face nestled in his wet hair.

“You like it when I ride you like this,” Curtis said huskily. Raising his hips up slowly and sliding down the same way. Genesis’ chest tightened at the sensation, his legs quivering with restraint. He wouldn’t buck… he liked Curtis this way… in control. He wasn’t looking for Genesis to answer – it wasn’t a question. He’d told Genesis exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it and Curtis was exactly right. “You want me to make you crazy.”