When Nick arrived outside the hotel room door he took a deep breath, unsure as to what awaited him on the other side. Or, more to the point, who? He fingered the key card, flicking it with his thumbnail and chewing his lower lip, wondering whether he should just turn around and go home, or actually go through with this.
The person who'd interviewed him had taken a lot of time, but he wondered how his preferences could have been deduced from the somewhat random seeming questions he'd been asked.
Taking a deep breath he slid the card into the lock. After it scanned, he turned the handle and hesitantly pushed the door open, allowing it to close by itself behind him.
He walked slowly into the room only to be faced with a large mirror on the far wall. And, God, reflected in that mirror was the person he'd come to meet.
He forgot to breathe. Perfect. Just perfect.
Short leather miniskirt slung low on slim hips, black thigh high stockings topped with lace that barely met the hem of the skirt. High-heeled boots probably too painful to walk in. A purple silk corset that revealed just a hint of nipple. Black silk fingerless gloves. And the make-up! Dark eyes surrounded by kohl, perfect pale complexion heightened with blush on high cheekbones, dark plum lipstick on the cupid's bow mouth. And spiked hair, he was partial to spiked hair, tipped with glitter.
"You look beautiful," he said.
"Thank you, Nick"
"Call me sir."
"Yes, sir." Greg dropped his head submissively, allowing himself to look up at Nick under his lashes.
Nick crossed the room quickly, grabbed him under the chin and kissed him hard, smearing the carefully applied lipstick. He looked at his handiwork with satisfaction and backed Greg up to the bed, pushing him down onto it. He noticed a set of handcuffs hanging over the headboard and smiled, obviously the questioner had been able to work out exactly what he was after, even if he hadn't been able to verbalize it.
"Lie down, and call me sir."
"Yes, sir." Greg's lashes fluttered as he positioned himself on the bed, resting his head on the pillow.
"Hands up."
Obediently Greg raised his hands so Nick could lock the cuffs into place on each wrist. Nick then gently pulled on Greg's arms to make sure they were properly restrained to the headboard.
Nick's breathing quickened as he looked down at his fantasy. Everything he'd ever wanted but would never have been able to put into coherent thought.
He ran a finger over Greg's smudged lipstick, delighting in the slight flush which appeared at this simple contact. Trailing his finger down Greg's chest, Nick smeared the lipstick from his finger over the already taut nipples peeking over the top of the corset, painting each flat disc darker against the creamy skin as Greg writhed silently, his breath hitching.
Nick lifted Greg's buttocks and placed a pillow under his hips. He bent Greg's knees, placing his feet in their ridiculous heels flat on the bed, exposing a white lace thong. He spread Greg's legs so they fell back against the bed. He touched the lace gently, feeling the bulge hardening further under his hand. Greg gasped and flexed his hips to thrust up into Nick's hand.
Nick stood looking down at him, stroking his groin softly. He pushed the skirt up a fraction, enjoying the contrast of the exposed pale skin with the black stockings and skirt. Greg really did have beautiful legs, long, slim and muscular.
Running his fingertips over the soft fabric of the corset, Nick reveled in the contrast between the smoothness of the silk and the firmness of the boning. His fingers found the edge of the corset and circled teasingly around each painted nipple. He bit down on one small nub, hardening it to a peak with his tongue and then did the same with the other. Greg moaned and arched up into the sting. Nick soothed the nipples with his fingers, stroking over them softly.
He cupped his hand over the lace covering Greg's straining cock. Greg bucked up to gain more friction and Nick held his hip down with one hand, immobilizing him. He looked at Greg's face. His eyes were closed, his mouth open to suck in much needed air, lipstick smeared, looking incredibly debauched and provocative, like a fallen angel.
Nick grabbed the tiny string holding the thong together and ripped it, tossing the scrap of fabric across the room. Greg inhaled sharply, his eyes open to watch Nick's next move.
Grabbing a tube of lube from the nightstand, Nick unzipped his jeans and liberally anointed his erection. Greg was unable to look away, his gaze flicking from Nick's face to his hands. He licked his lips in anticipation.
Nick knelt between Greg's legs, running his hands down the silky inner thighs and rubbing his thumbs over the sensitive line between thigh and groin. Soft incoherent cries echoed as Greg thrust up, trying to get those hands to touch his throbbing cock.
Finally Nick lifted Greg's ass in both hands and started pressing the head of his cock excruciatingly slowly against the hidden entrance. He pressed harder until the tight ring of muscle relaxed enough to admit him. Greg thrust frantically but with his hands handcuffed to the headboard he had no leverage to push himself any closer and had to endure Nick's achingly slow invasion.
Nick slid in and out slowly as Greg moaned and thrashed under him. Finally Nick planted his hands on either side of Greg's waist and, bracing his toes against the footboard, slammed into Greg as hard as he could. A strangled cry broke from Greg's lips. He was completely at Nick's mercy; he had no way to thrust up to meet him. The feeling was both blissful and torturous. Nick grabbed Greg's legs and put them over his shoulders, nearly bending him in half.
With each powerful thrust, he barely brushed Greg's prostate, teasing the bundle of nerves with tantalizing strokes designed to sensitize but never quite make contact.
"Please…" Greg moaned.
"Please what?"
"Please, sir."
"Very good," Nick approved and rewarded him by changing the angle so he hit Greg's prostate on every stroke. Picking up speed, he slammed his balls against Greg's ass with a resounding slap at every thrust. His orgasm exploded from him suddenly without warning as he pounded into Greg as hard as he could and judging from the cries coming from Greg's throat, he was enjoying this as much as Nick.
After Nick recovered from the intensity of his orgasm, he looked down into the pleading eyes of his lover. Greg's cock was still rock hard and untouched.
Nick withdrew from Greg's body and bent over to take his cock into his mouth. He sucked, swirling his tongue around the head and Greg came almost immediately with a scream that Nick muffled with one hand.
He swallowed and laid his head on Greg's stomach, feeling it rise and fall as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Nick, you want to get these off me? My arms are fucking killing me," Greg complained in his regular voice.
"Oh, God, sorry G, don't know what I was thinking. Where's the key?"
Greg nodded his head toward the nightstand. "Top drawer."
Nick released Greg's hands and kissed each abused wrist in turn. Greg turned towards Nick and snuggled in, pillowing his head on Nick's shoulder. He slipped one stocking clad leg between Nick's and Nick felt his cock twitch at the unaccustomed silky feeling.
"Fuck, that was amazing," Greg said with an indulgent smile.
"How did you ever figure this out from all those questions you asked?" Nick wondered.
"We have our ways," Greg replied in a self-satisfied voice.
"That was… amazing," Nick repeated.
"Next time it's your turn," said Greg, a slight smile playing across his features.
"You want me to wear a skirt?" Nick asked in dread. Although, considering that Greg had just fulfilled a fantasy he hadn't even known he'd had, some payback in kind was due, so, dammit, he would wear a skirt if that's what Greg wanted.
"I guess you'll just have to wait and see," Greg said, reaching up to place a soft kiss on his lips.
Part B: GregAs Greg walked into the bar, he looked around taking in the western décor and the numerous cowboy hats. His gaze roamed over the crowd, searching but never resting. Until he saw the cowboy. Black hair, golden, sun-kissed skin, broad shoulders under a faded plaid shirt, worn jeans, cowboy boots and, holy fuck, chaps. He was a wet dream come true.
In true western fashion, the cowboy was bellied up to the bar, with a beer in front of him. Greg took a stool several feet away and ordered a draft. The cowboy looked over lazily, smiled and Greg almost swooned. That smile, white teeth flashing in the darkly tanned face, weathered crinkles at the corners of brown eyes, square jaw, sturdy muscular neck. And the arms! Greg definitely had a thing for good arms.
The cowboy's forearms were hard, with defined tendons and his biceps bulged against his shirtsleeves whenever he moved. Like now as he picked up his beer, tilted the glass and swallowed! Oh. My. Fucking. God. Greg watched the play of those muscles under the smooth skin of the cowboy's throat as he drained the last of his beer.
Greg nodded to the bartender and said, "I'll get the next one."
The cowboy looked up, startled, and smiled an almost shy smile. "Thanks."
"Welcome."
The bartender left a new beer in front of the cowboy and turned away, hiding a smile.
"You're not from around here."
"No," Greg said. "Just passing through."
"Why'd you stop in a small town like this?" The cowboy slid down with his beer and took the stool next to Greg's.
"I've always wanted to ba– see a real cowboy," Greg answered.
"Well, you're seeing one," the cowboy grinned.
"And ride a horse," Greg continued.
"You've never ridden?" The cowboy was surprised.
"Yeah, well, you know, city boy and all. They don't just ride horses down the middle of the street there."
The cowboy nodded wisely. "Been to the city. So, you wanna take a ride?"
"Definitely! Do you have horses?"
"Sure do," the cowboy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "If you want, we can go take a ride."
"What, now?"
"No time like the present." The cowboy grinned laconically and pulled keys out of his pocket. "My truck's outside. I'll drive."
"Let's go," Greg responded.
"Name's Nick," the cowboy offered as he drove.
"Greg, pleased to meet you."
Nick looked Greg over with a knowing smile. "So you've always wanted to ride… a horse, right."
After a short pause, Greg said, "Yes."
"Any experience riding?"
"Not horses."
Nick sniggered as he got out of the truck. "I've got a real gentle horse for you. I'll just saddle them up. Wait here."
Greg hopped up on the top rail of the corral and looked up at the starlit sky, wondering what the hell he was doing here. In short order, Nick emerged from the barn leading two saddled horses.
He told Greg how to mount and held the horse's head because Greg objected to the horse turning to look at him while he learned. Once up in the saddle, Nick could see that Greg's balance was easy and commented on it.
"Surfing," Greg explained.
"Okay, well we'll still take it slow. If the horse took off you'd be on your ass for sure," Nick said.
He led the way, walking the horses slowly along the trail. They crossed a long meadow, tall grasses brushing their legs, under the dim light of the moon.
Greg watched Nick's ass undulate in the saddle, the movement looking just as it would if he was fucking. So damn sexy. He wondered if tonight was the night he would fulfill his fantasy. They didn't speak as they rode single file down the path, just listened to the creak of the saddles, the occasional snort from one of the horses and the crickets humming in the dark.
Greg thoroughly enjoyed the view.
When they returned to the barn, they dismounted and Nick stripped the saddle and harness from each of the horses and turned them loose in the small corral. He hoisted a saddle onto each shoulder and walked into the barn, closely followed by Greg.
"Most people don't like the smell," Nick said.
"It's nice," Greg said.
"So have I fulfilled your dream?"
"Not yet," Greg said and leaning closer, kissed Nick on the mouth.
With a gasp, the cowboy dropped both saddles and grabbed Greg, hauling him closer and opened his mouth inviting Greg's tongue inside. Pressing his advantage, Greg moved closer till he had Nick backed up against the wall.
"I want to ride a cowboy," Greg whispered.
"I think that could be arranged," the cowboy whispered back.
Greg's hand moved down to cup the bulge in the cowboy's jeans and he pressed gently. The cowboy's head dropped back against the wall and he closed his eyes with a moan.
"Take off your jeans."
The cowboy dropped his chaps and unbuckled his belt, stripping his jeans, releasing his erect cock to jut proudly from his body. Greg licked his lips and said, "Put the chaps back on."
Nick stooped to pick them up and buckled them back on.
"Turn around."
"Wait a minute," Nick objected, "I thought you wanted to ride me."
"I do," said Greg, "But I'm the one who's going to be doing the riding."
He pushed Nick in the direction of a bale of hay. Snatching a saddle blanket and tossing onto the sharp straw, he said, "Bend over."
Gasping at the gruffness of Greg's voice Nick knelt in front of the bale and bent over it. Greg kicked his legs wider and knelt between them, crooning as his hands cupped the pale globes of Nick's ass framed by the dark leather chaps.
Greg's hands kneaded the well-muscled ass, spreading the cheeks wide, thumbs just brushing over the sensitive entrance. Nick jerked and shuddered under the sensation, so gentle and so tantalizing. He heard the tell-tale click of lube being opened and braced for the cool feeling.
Greg pressed a slick finger to Nick's opening, circling gently, smiling as the cowboy gasped and bucked. "Easy, boy," he murmured. Tenderly he pressed slowly till just the tip of his finger breached the tight ring of muscle. With a soft moan, Nick relaxed his muscles to allow Greg's finger inside.
Greg started a slow rhythm and Nick flexed his hips in time to the finger thrusting in and out. Greg added another finger and curled them, smiling when he found the sensitive bundle of nerves and Nick let out a yelp.
Greg scissored gently and stretched the opening, adding yet another finger until Nick gasped, "Enough. God… do it."
Greg slicked his own painfully erect cock and slowly slid inside, inch by inch, pausing to allow the cowboy to adjust. When his pelvis was pressed against Nick's ass, he stopped, breathing hard, gripping the cowboy's hips and kissing the back of his neck.
When Nick nodded, Greg started a slow glide in and out of the tight velvet heat. Thrusting deeper he increased the pace, slamming his hips against Nick's tight ass. He watched his dick disappear between the cheeks outlined by the chaps and the sight pushed him closer to his climax. Reaching around, he stroked Nick's erection roughly in time to his thrusts. Nick, caught between Greg's hand and his cock, rocked back and forth in ecstasy until he exploded over Greg's hand with a hoarse shout. Without releasing Nick's cock, Greg thrust deeply three times and froze as his orgasm spilled inside Nick's ass.
Limply, he collapsed over Nick's back. After a few minutes in which the silence was broken only by the sound of heavy breathing, Nick turned his head sideways and Greg kissed him on the lips.
"Ride a cowboy, huh?" Nick snickered.
"Well can you blame me?" Greg replied, "You were looking pretty damn rideable and you know I can't resist a man in chaps."
"Remind me never to take you to a rodeo then," said Nick, nuzzling into Greg's neck, "I'd never be able to keep you in line."
"Oh, I'm sure you could find some way," Greg smiled.
Turning serious for a moment, Nick whispered hesitantly, "Could I, Greg? Really?"
Greg turned and looked into Nick's eyes, seeing the slight uncertainty there. He dropped his head and trailed a line of kisses along Nick's jaw up to his ear, pausing to whisper, "It's only you. Forever and always you."