“You like?”
“Hard to describe how much.”
Micah’s butt pressed against Quentin. Sweet heaven. “Micah, I’m all the way in you. Oh God, darlin’, it feels so amazing. Tight and hot. I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“Just that best of all possible burns.”
Quentin closed his eyes. “Oh yes, I know what you mean.”
“I’m going to fuck myself on your cock, Queen. Fuck myself into oblivion. Hang on, baby.”
Oh. My. God. Micah pulled up, and Quentin saw his cock reappear; then Micah slid down until it got swallowed in heat and friction so incredible he thought he’d explode from the balls out. Up and down. All he had to do was hang on, but his hips wouldn’t cooperate. They started thrusting up like a trip-hammer, meeting Micah’s hips on the way down.
Micah yelled, “Oh God. Oh God.” It had to be every time Quentin’s cock slammed over his prostate. For Quentin, the flaming, searing drag of tight flesh over perfect nerves sent his brain into outer space. No, inner space. Straight into his balls. Black dots and flashes of red floated in front of his eyes and shocks of electricity shot up his spine every time the base of his cock slammed against Micah’s butt. Micah’s cock bounced like a hypnotist’s watch. It was all Quentin could focus on. Feeling, drowning in feeling. He wanted to go under. Never come back. Live in this bliss. But—
“Holy sweet God!” Micah’s cock spurted onto Quentin’s belly and chest.
Cool flames ripped up Quentin’s shaft, into his balls, and out into every cell. His breath caught, then poured out in a wail. “Yes, yes. Oh my God, yes.” He filled the condom in Micah’s dear ass, and the sweetness poured into his heart.
Quentin’s head fell to the side as Micah’s full weight collapsed on his chest and his fast breath hissed against Quentin’s ear. “You’re so great. How can you be so great?”
Quentin sighed. “You inspire me.” Their hearts thumped together, and gradually breathing became possible. Quentin exhaled slowly. Then in. Out. “Sadly, I must go.”
“Wish you could stay.” Micah rolled to the side, leaving Quentin’s cock feeling cool and well used.
“Me too, but I need to check in on Mary Beth.” He sat up slowly and removed the condom, then scooted his legs off the side of the bed.
Micah grabbed a piece of tissue from the nightstand and handed it to Quentin. Quentin grinned as he wrapped the latex. “Must admit, I enjoyed my experience as a top. Even though I wasn’t really on top.”
“First time?”
“First time in a long time. I love getting fucked, but this was delightful. Thank you.”
“Thank you. I’m comfortable switching. I do love to top, but this was kind of the best of both worlds.”
“It was the best. Period.” He stared at Micah for a moment. Those dark eyes sucked him deep. He sighed. Move your butt, lazybones. He stood and carried the wrapped condom into the bathroom. After tossing it, he used the facilities, then dragged a wet washcloth over his equipment and his sticky chest. He rinsed the cloth thoroughly, then went back out to where Micah still lay on the bed, gently sorting his pubic hair with idle fingers.
Quentin sat on the bed and washed the half-dried goop off Micah’s chest.
“Thank you.” Micah smiled, and his pretty, slim face lit up like an illuminated window.
Quentin stood, took the cloth back to the sink, then walked to the chair and pulled on his panties and skirt.
“Will Mary Beth still be awake?”
“Oh yes. She’s quite the night owl, that devil. She doesn’t really need me. She’s active and capable. I probably need her more than the other way around.” He pulled on his padded bra and hooked it, then sat on the bed holding his blouse.
“But you don’t think you can tell her you’re gay?”
Quentin stared at his hands. “I think I could. She loves me so much and has always been pretty accepting. But she’s an old Southern lady and has great hopes for me. I just can’t bear to disappoint her. Telling her I’m gay would just lead to… the other thing. You know, the women’s clothes. And she’s not going to be able to understand that. I keep thinking I’ll stop it. But I never do. She deserves so much better than me.”
Micah scooted beside him. “I’ll bet she loves you any way you are.”
“That’s true. It’s me that wishes I was some other way for her.” He sighed and pulled on the blouse. “But I always say good night, and she would certainly be worried if I didn’t.”
Micah kissed his shoulder. “Haven’t you ever spent the night with someone?”
“When I was younger, I’d kiss her good night and then sneak out afterward.”
“Younger? Good God, you’re still younger.”
Quentin laughed. “I’m twenty-four and quite grown-up. I have a college education and my own business, I’ll have you know, Mr. Smartypants.” He turned his head and kissed Micah’s cute slim nose, then stood and went to the dresser and looked in the mirror. A bit of a wreck, but he’d have a couple of minutes to freshen up when he got home.
“What kind of business?”
Quentin smiled at Micah, then went back to pulling on his wig. Best not to walk around looking half Quentin and half Queen. “Oh, quite nice, actually. I’ve got a little bakery. I get to use my grandmother’s favorite recipes. The shop has only been open a few weeks, but we have lines out the door and down the block. Mary Beth is thrilled.” He turned and smiled at Micah—whose face had turned to stone. “What’s wrong?”
His voice sounded flat. “What’s your name? Your real name?”
“Oh. It’s Quentin. Didn’t I tell you?”
“No, you didn’t. And your business is called—”
“Charismatic Cupcakes. Don’t you think it’s a great name? Mary Beth thought of it.”
Micah just stared.
