Gage pushed himself to his knees and quickly discarded his t-shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. Gone was all sense of teasing in his face. His strong jaw was set. The sight of him, sculpted like a Greek statue from hard training and harsh fighting was a sight to behold.
The Spartan warrior pulled Locke closer, bending his knees even higher. He had taken Gage’s massive cock into his asshole before, a pain he relished in, but it didn’t seem to be the end goal when Gage licked his fingers more, covering it with spit before lowering his mouth to his cock again.
Locke just had time to relax before he felt Gage push two fingers inside him. Without lube, it burned like a bitch, making his cock throb and thicken even more as he took him inside his clever mouth.
Breath ragged, his hands fisted on the sofa, overwhelmed with the pleasurable pain, Locke lost it when he felt Gage crook his finger to rub against his prostate. The electric current that ran from the bottom of his spine made his back arch, pushing his cock even deeper into Gage’s throat whose deep rumble of satisfaction set him off.
Gage’s fingers accelerated as he sucked him with even greater force as Locke erupted in a mind-blowing orgasm.
Body jerking, his mouth opened in a silent cry of relief, his mind swirling with images of Gage and the doctor in a strange and unexpected ballet.
Gage fell on his body, his bearded face on his stomach. It took a couple of minutes for Locke to come back to his senses and realize that Gage was probably still very much on the horny side.
“Gimme a minute and I’ll start your warm-up. Get you sweaty for your fight.”
Gage shook with laughter before exhaling loudly. “I didn’t think it would ever happen to me, but I just came in my pants.”
Another moment of stunned silence before Locke snickered. “Well, it seems you were pent up too.”
“It was your fault. That doctor got your gears running in a way I’ve never seen.” Gage hopped to his feet and stretched. “Another reason why I can’t wait to meet her. So, plan for it, bro. In the meantime, I have a fight to win. I’ll use your bathroom and be on my way.”
As his friend disappeared from view, Locke lay down. Naked, covered with sweat, and enjoying the afterglow and calm that had finally returned. And with it, his much-needed control.
Letting his hand fall to his side, he felt silk and opened his eyes, wondering what he had touched. One look at the discarded top brought back what happened on that same couch with the doctor.
Locke brought the fabric to his nose and inhaled the feminine scent. Immediately, he longed to touch the body of the woman he’d discovered only hours ago. A newfound hunger that grew even if his body was drained.
It was something unexpected. His wary brain kicked in, but Locke knew that if the good doctor agreed to his deal, he would have the opportunity to explore this lustful attraction and enough time to get her out of his system for good.
