Page 43 of Stronger Than Blood

Chapter forty

Mick

Iwas so horny for Rory that I had all but jumped him when he walked into my apartment, and God, I’m so glad I did. He rocked my world, at least until I blew my load all over his face.

I hadn’t had sex, at least not anal sex, in a long time, and I hadn’t prepared like I would’ve wanted to if I’d known we were going there, so I took the opportunity and pulled Rory into my little shower.

I filled my hands with soap and began to wash myself first, then him. I paid very close attention to his cock as I washed him, jacking him off slowly, using the soap as lube.

When I had him all but quaking, I rinsed him off, then dropped to my knees, taking his cock into my mouth. I was going to suck him off, but Rory clearly had other ideas. I edged him once before he pulled me up and assertively turned me around until I was leaning against the shower wall.

He used soap to lube my ass before he stuck his cock between my ass cheeks, teasing my hole each time his head passed it.

Moments later, as he ground into me, I was so hard, my cock literally hurt. I reached down to jack myself off, only to have Rory stop me. “Let me,” he whispered as he continued to shove his cock up and down over my hole.

I moaned and threw my head back against his chest. He reached down, soap in hand, and began to jack me off in rhythm to his grinding from behind.

“God, I want you,” I said.

“Good, I want you too.”

Unfortunately, just then, my small water heater began to cool, and I knew we had just about enough time to rinse off before a cold shower put a dent in our lovemaking.

We didn’t waste time. Instead, we quickly toweled off, then I lay down on my bed, and Rory moved between my legs. “You sure?” he asked, and I quickly nodded, 'cause damn, I was more sure than I had been about anything in a very long time.

I reached over, opened the drawer in my nightstand, and left it open where Rory could get access to my condoms and lube.

He immediately began to lube himself up, then used it on my cock, but I had to force him to stop, ’cause even though I’d come earlier, I knew if he jacked me off much, I’d blow again.

“I-I’m on PREP, but if you want me to use a condom...”

“Um, I’m not. I haven’t been sexually active in a long time, so it didn’t make sense, but I was tested after my last… well, last time. I’m clear.”

“Then, can we go condom free?”

I nodded, and Rory immediately poured more lube on his hand before he began to prep me. Anal sex wasn’t my favorite sexual position, because I seldom trusted men enough to make myself that vulnerable. Hell, I rarely had sex, period, because I found it hard to trust.

Rory was different in every way. My entire body and mind wanted the man. I wanted everything he was willing to give me.

I only tensed for a few moments before I relaxed under his probing. When he leaned over and kissed me, his fingers still massaging my hole, I knew that was it. I was putty in his hand.

Rory leaned back up, smiled, and lined his cock up to my opening.

I sucked in a breath as his head breached the muscle and probably would’ve tensed too much, except that Rory used his hand to move his cock up and down, teasing my hole again and again, tempting me with just a little more of him each time his cock passed my opening.

By the time he put his cock back to my hole again, I was hungry for him, and before he could pull it back, I used my legs to push him deeper inside. Rory moaned with pleasure as his head completely entered my hole.

He pulled back, and I looked him in the eye as he gently pushed back in. He did that several times, each time going a little deeper.

“God, fuck, that feels so good,” I moaned as his cock filled me. Never, and I do mean never, had a man felt so amazing inside me. My body seemed to be made for Rory’s cock. For him.

I knew that was fanciful thinking, but it… He just felt so fucking good.

I didn’t even realize Rory was all the way in until he paused, his hands cradling my ass as he looked lovingly into my eyes. “You are so hot, Mick. So beautiful… so hot.”

I swallowed, but damn, I just needed him to fuck me right now.

“You too,” I said, and Rory smiled mischievously, clearly picking up on my desires at that moment, because he pulled out and slammed his cock into my ass, causing me to arch back, hands behind me, holding the headboard as he began to assault my hole.

“Fuck, yeah!” I yelled, thankful I didn’t have neighbors.

Rory took me hard, fucking me, causing parts of me that had been empty to fill not just physically but emotionally and spiritually as well.

“God, yeah!” I cried as he pounded me harder and harder.

When he stopped, I groaned as I was just getting into it. “Get on all fours,” he demanded. I didn’t need to be asked twice—I immediately complied, and when Rory slipped his cock back inside me, he immediately hit my prostate.

“Fuck!” I yelled, causing him to chuckle behind me. He lifted me, probably to keep me from coming again. Clearly fucking me that way would pound my prostate, and that would lead to the end before it was time.

He held me against him with one arm and used the other to jack me off as he fucked me from behind. At one point, I became emotional, as I’d never felt so cared for while having sex.

His amazing cock moved in and out of my ass, his hand giving me pleasure in front and his lips moving up and down my neck, occasionally sucking on my earlobe.

“I-I’m about to come,” he admitted, then pushed me back onto all fours and pounded my prostate again.

“Fuck, yeah,” I called out again, but Rory didn’t let up this time. He continued to fuck into me, each time driving me closer to climax.

I could tell he was getting close, and when he pulled back, hesitated, and then adjusted slightly, he slammed into my prostate so hard that I came all over the bed. “God, yeah, fuck… fuck!” he called out behind me as he emptied into my ass.

Ignoring the spunk on the bed, we both collapsed, him holding me from behind, his cock never leaving my hole.

I fell asleep in the afterglow of our lovemaking, and when I finally woke, Rory was snoring quietly behind me. My movements must’ve woken him, though, because he snuggled into me and whispered, “You okay?”

“God, yes, so okay. So fucking wonderfully okay!” I said, getting another chuckle out of him.

We lay like that until the cum on the bed under me began to get cold. “Um, I-I probably need another shower, but my water heater sucks, so we’ll have to do it together and quickly.”

He sat up, allowing me to roll under him. He kissed me, got up, and walked toward the bathroom.

I admired his amazing backside as he walked away. God, I don’t know what I did to deserve having a man as handsome as him in my bed, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to squander every chance I had from now on to make love to him. That was a promise I made to myself and the universe.

***

I walked into the house in front of Kalinda and Rory, convinced I was going to have a similar attack from that son of a bitch as I’d had last time I was here, but instead, it was quiet.

I could still feel him; I could always feel him, but he was either biding his time, or else he couldn’t do anything.

Kalinda followed and patted my back when she realized the same thing. The monster was playing nice for now.

We spent the morning rearranging furniture and had just made room for the bed when the hospital equipment truck arrived.

As Kalinda had suggested, we put Granny in the dining room.

However, Granny Ida had made it clear that since she wasn’t using her bedroom, we needed to make that up for Kalinda while she stayed there.

So, once the bed was set up, I went to Granny’s room and cleared out the dresser.

I also stored all Granny’s knickknacks, as she’d instructed.

“Just put all that stuff upstairs in the extra bedroom,” she’d told me.

“Oh, and clean out my closet too. A woman as well-dressed as Kalinda will not want to have her clothes lying around the bedroom.”

I’d done exactly as she’d asked, moving all the extra stuff that belonged to Granny and even some of my great-grandfather’s things into what had once been my grandmother’s bedroom.

Luckily, sometime between when she’d been killed and I’d come to live there, Granny had cleared the room out, so it was empty, and all Granny’s stuff could go in there.

It seemed strange to see Granny’s room empty, but it also felt right to give Kalinda her private space, especially since she hadn’t asked us to pay her for her time.

After I’d taken Granny’s stuff upstairs, I did a deep clean.

Not that I needed to, but I wanted to. Granny Ida was neat as a pin and always had been.

There was dust, of course, but that’s because the space had been empty since she’d had her stroke. But once I’d dusted the furniture and mopped the floors, it was ready for Kalinda to move into.

When I showed her the space, she looked at me skeptically. “Humm, you shouldn’t have moved your grandmother out.”

“Listen, Kalinda, you can take that up with her. Granny Ida wanted you here, and I make it a point not to argue with her when she makes her mind up. Besides, she’s not wrong; you’ll need your privacy. It’s probably best that you don’t have to traipse up and down the stairs when it’s your time off.”

Kalinda looked around the room, this time smiling. Granny’s furniture was antique. Older than the house. I assumed it was the same furniture her parents had slept on since it looked like something from the early 1900s or even before.

The bed was a queen, with a pretty oak headboard.

The mattress was only a couple of years old ’cause Granny was a stickler for replacing those every five years, saying it was full of dead skin.

I’d seen the show on Oprah that led to her adopting that practice and couldn’t disagree with her reasoning.