Hot Sauce [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations, Page 3

  Basco had never given them the impression that his sister was a ballbuster or nosey. In fact, what he had revealed about her to the men had indicated he was very protective of her, worried about her, that she was a workaholic. Basco didn’t want to add more stress to her already stressful life.

  Lyle and Reed had, however, discussed talking to Basco about stepping up their play to a sexier level, maybe even sex, if he was open to it. Nothing permanent, more a play partners with benefits kind of dynamic.

  Maybe he’ll be there this weekend.

  Although Lyle had a slightly funny feeling in the pit of his stomach about that. A hunch that maybe something big had happened. Maybe even something bad.

  It was unlike Basco to totally go off the radar for several days in a row and not even answer private messages sent via Fet or Facebook within a few hours. They didn’t have his cell number, but he hadn’t given them that and explained he also used it for work and rarely gave it out to anyone, which Lyle could understand. Basco had told them he’d be getting a prepaid phone he could carry with him, but just hadn’t had time to do it yet.

  Trying to shove those thoughts out of his mind, Lyle thought about dinner. Fish meant a variety of things. There was plain and simple, baked with a little lemon pepper, or he could try something fancier, depending on the kind of fish Reed brought home. Light and flaky fish were different than heavier, oilier fish.

  Maybe I could use the smoker.

  Now he was just getting ahead of himself and he knew it. He’d have to wait until tonight to find out. It was sort of like Christmas, in a way.

  A fishy way. Well, maybe not exactly like Christmas, but a surprise. The fun kind of surprise, not the “hey, you’re getting an IRS audit” kind of surprise.

  Fish for dinner. Nom!

  Maybe Reed would even be in the mood to have him for dessert later.

  Chapter Three

  Reed texted Lyle when he was on his way home, the freshly-cleaned grouper filets safely stored in a zip-top baggy and chilling on ice in a small cooler he kept for just that purpose. Lyle would, no doubt, work some magic with it.

  The man always did.

  It wasn’t that Reed didn’t like to cook. He did, but he didn’t have the patience or finesse Lyle did. Reed would make big pots of spaghetti, or a large meatloaf, or a slow cooker full of pulled pork, or something like that.

  Quantity with a stick-to-the-ribs aspect.

  That’s how he’d fed himself after his divorce, before he met and moved in with Lyle. He’d cooked large, had leftovers, and usually got away with cooking only once or twice a week. Nothing fancy, but good, in a large enough batch he could portion it out over several days.

  Or sometimes he’d stop at the grocery store on the way home, buy pre-bagged salad and some cherry tomatoes, pan sear fresh fish on the stove, and cut it up for on top of the salad.

  Again, leftovers for a couple of days, at least.

  When they’d moved in together, Lyle, already well aware of Reed’s cooking habits, declared he’d be the primary chef. It only made sense, because Reed nearly always returned home later than Lyle.

  Lyle met Reed at the door with a kiss and an outstretched hand, ready to take the cooler from him. Already, Reed could smell the aroma of something yummy wafting through the house.

  “What’s cooking?”

  “Broccoli casserole to go with the fish.” He headed for the kitchen. “Get your shower. I’ll have dinner ready in about twenty minutes.”

  Reed did just that. By the time he emerged, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, Lyle was ready to serve dinner.

  Reed leaned in and kissed him. “You take such good care of me. I really appreciate it.”

  Lyle’s whole face lit up, his brown eyes full of joy. “I love you. Why wouldn’t I take care of you? You take care of me.”

  “Yeah, but not like this.”

  “Hey, you take care of me in other ways. You help out with the house, and you pay your own way.” He grinned, cupping his hand over Reed’s bulge, which started hardening under his partner’s palm. “And like that.”

  “Mmm.” Reed stepped in close, pushing Lyle against the counter and trapping Lyle’s hand over Reed’s rapidly inflating cock.

  “I think I’ll be taking care of you like that after dinner.”

  “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”

  * * * *

  Lyle had the good fortune in high school to be friends with a guy who’d come out as openly gay. Yes, he’d been hassled by some for it, but the guy’s friends—male and female alike—had rallied around him and supported him, helping make a positive difference in the culture of tolerance among the students and faculty.

  He would never forget one talk he’d had with the guy, Paul.

  When Lyle asked him why he chose to come out as gay, Paul had simply said, “Because I am. I refuse to live my life as a lie. I don’t want to die regretting things I didn’t do out of fear.”

  That had made a huge impact on Lyle. Especially because he realized he wasn’t gay, since he’d had attractions toward girls as well as guys.

  It wasn’t until his senior year of high school that he realized bisexuality was a thing, and that it was okay to be attracted to a person, not just to a penis or a vagina.

  The life-altering realization, along with Paul’s untimely death in a freak car accident when a texting driver blew through a red light and T-boned him in the driver’s door, set Lyle on the course that had eventually led him to Reed.

  Lyle had pledged at his friend’s funeral that he would live his life authentically, not settling just because he “had” to.

  During college at USF, Lyle had discovered the kinky scene in Tampa, and was tickled to find out later that there was also a thriving scene in Sarasota, where he’d grown up. He built his business, his life, around himself. Not in a narcissistic or selfish way, but with the knowledge that he needed to be a complete and happy person if he wanted to attract a complete and happy partner.

  Eventually, he’d met Reed.

  He’d had relationships before, yes, men and women, kinky and vanilla.

  What he realized was he needed a kinky partner, someone willing to give and receive. That his partner happened to have a penis and not a vagina was irrelevant to him. Had Reed been a woman, there would have been frequent pegging involved.

  He loved it all. He was happy being a sadomasochistic bisexual switch.

  And he was lucky enough to find a partner who fit perfectly into his life in that way.

  Playing with carefully selected others only made things better. Hence why they enjoyed bottoming to Landry on occasion. No sexual play with the man, it was more like foreplay, leaving Lyle and Reed free to rip each other’s clothes off the second they walked through their own front door, both of them sporting deliciously sore and well-striped asses.

  They’d both played with men and women from time to time, topping them mostly out of bed, but occasionally in it. It was fun, it was for play, and until they’d met Basco, they really hadn’t had a play partner lately with whom they’d felt comfortable enough to cross the sexual boundary line.

  After they finished eating and Reed helped him clean up the kitchen, they skipped watching TV and headed for the bedroom. In the dim twilight seeping through the bedroom blinds, Reed’s blue eyes looked dark, like the Gulf after a storm.

  Reed pulled him close, kissing him. “Get those shorts off, buddy. I want to take care of you.”

  By the time Lyle had shoved his shorts all the way off, Reed had stripped naked and pulled the covers down. Then he grabbed Lyle and gently pushed him back, onto the bed, straddling him for another soul-melting kiss that finished hardening Lyle’s cock.

  He could tell Reed was in a mood to be on top tonight, so to speak, and let the energy flow that direction.

  It didn’t matter to him, as long as he had his guy’s love.

  Reed clasped Lyle’s hands and raised them, pinning them over Lyle’s head. Reed’s co
ck was as hard as Lyle’s, both their members trapped between their bodies, delicious, erotic friction as Reed kissed him again, harder, deeper.

  Lyle knew Reed knew damn well what he was doing. Amping up the tension, driving Lyle to the point where he’d be begging Reed to make him come.

  Reed loved to make him beg, whether for a fucking or a beating. It was one of the things that turned his lover’s sadistic crank.

  Which was fine, because Lyle always gave it back to him when he was on top.

  Reed kept one hand pinning Lyle’s wrists over his head and with the other reached between their bodies, his fingers wrapping around both their cocks. He swiped his thumb over both heads, gathering up pre-cum from both slits and rubbing it over them.

  “Someone’s horny,” Reed teased.

  “Not just me,” he gasped.

  “Oh, definitely not just you.” He squeezed both their cocks against each other, making Lyle moan again. “The question is, do I want to fuck mine out of you, or do I want to shove my cock down your throat and watch you swallow my cum?”

  More pre-cum, more slickness, their cocks now sliding against each other and Reed’s hand as he teased Lyle. He slowly jacked Lyle off, focusing mostly on the other man’s cock instead of his own, his fingers gliding over their heads and slits and adding to the delicious sensation.

  Lyle already knew part of Reed’s plan. He could tell. This wasn’t his first rodeo with the man.

  Reed rested his weight on his left elbow, that hand the one pinning Lyle’s wrists against the mattress. Staring down into Lyle’s eyes, he smiled. “Someone’s looking a little subspacey.”

  Hell, Lyle had started trying to rock his hips in time with Reed’s hand, except that most of the man’s body was pinning him in place and every time Lyle tried to match the rhythm of Reed’s strokes, the man would change it up.

  Maddening in the good way.

  “Dammit, don’t fucking tease me,” Lyle said.

  “That’s not a safeword, and you know it.”

  “Fuck. Please, make me come.”

  The fingers around his cock gripped him more firmly. “What was that?”

  “Please, make me come. I’m fucking horny, and I want to come.”

  “You come all over my hand, you know the rules.”

  “Yes, I know the rules.” Hell, he’d been the one who’d made the rules.

  He gasped when Reed played dirty, releasing their cocks and shoving two fingers into Lyle’s moth. Lyle eagerly sucked on them, tasting their mixed juices, his cock throbbing even more in loud protest at the interruption.

  Reed leaned in, his eyes staring into Lyle’s, fingers still shoved in his mouth. “You come all over my hand, you clean up every last drop. You know, I think I want to fuck your ass tonight. You blew me the other night, and you fucked me in the shower the other morning.” He grinned. “My turn to plow that gorgeous ass of yours.”

  Lyle moaned, his mind swirling deep in subspace, wanting everything, wanting it all.

  “What happens if I get you hard again while I’m fucking you?” Reed whispered.

  Lyle softly moaned before answering. It wasn’t a case of if, it was a case of when, another reason Reed was tormenting him like this. “I have to keep myself hard, get you hard again, and then give you a show while I’m riding your cock.”

  Reed’s eyebrows lifted in amusement. “Yes, you do. What happens if you don’t get me hard again?”

  Another soft moan. “I have to ride the stunt cock until you let me come.”

  The stunt cock being a strap-on they’d picked up originally for a female partner to use to peg them during play, but it’d gotten most of its use between just the two of them, as a stand-in when one of them needed a little recovery time, or couldn’t get it up again, and yet there was still playtime energy to be expended.

  What Reed would do in those cases would be to lie on his back, cuff Lyle’s hands behind him, and slowly jerk Lyle off while Lyle straddled him and rode the stunt cock.

  The standing record thus far of Reed edging him like that without Lyle losing his hard-on or coming was nearly an hour.

  A deliciously torturous hour.

  Especially if Reed attached nipple clamps to him at the same time, or used a silicone cock ring on him to make it more difficult for him to come.

  Lyle preferred tying Reed up while the man was lying on his back, helpless and hog-tied, and fucking him with the strap-on while edging him. Then there was the time Lyle had stuck a vibrating butt plug in Reed and straddled his mouth, making him lick and suck his balls and rim him while Lyle had edged him. That had lasted nearly forty minutes before Reed’s cock finally exploded.

  Reed pulled his fingers from Lyle’s mouth and reached between their bodies again. This time, even more pre-cum had pooled there, and his hand easily glided over Lyle’s cock, pressed against his own, as if he’d dumped lube all over them.

  Reed nipped Lyle’s lower lip. “You know what I want,” Reed teased. “You might as well give it to me now. No use fighting it.” Reed knew exactly how to stroke, how to keep the head of his own cock rubbing just under the head of Lyle’s, how to cup his fingers around Lyle’s shaft, the perfect amount of pressure to use—

  Lyle gasped as his orgasm surged up out of his balls, his juices coating Reed’s fingers and both their stomachs as Reed stroked him harder, faster, forcing Lyle to take it until Reed’s hand finally slowed and stopped.

  Catching his breath, Lyle already had his mouth open as Reed brought his hand up again and started feeding his own cum to him. Getting his own kind of revenge, he licked and sucked Reed’s fingers as if they were Reed’s cock, laving his tongue over them and drawing a hiss of pleasure from Reed.

  “Dammit, you fucking know how to turn me on,” Reed said.

  Lyle smiled as best he could around the fingers in his mouth, his gaze fixed on Reed.

  Reed released Lyle’s hands and sat up. He kept dipping back into the puddle of cum, making Lyle clean it from his fingers, until he finally leaned in and kissed him again.

  “Okay,” Reed hoarsely said. “I can’t fucking wait any longer. Assume the position.”

  Reed arose from the bed and headed to the bathroom. When he returned, with a tube of lube, two condoms, a towel, and wipes, Lyle was on his hands and knees, waiting.

  “Fuck, I love your ass.” Reed gave him a couple of light, stingy bare-handed swats across both cheeks. It only took him a moment to get Lyle’s hole lubed up before he rolled one of the condoms on himself, slathered it with lube as well, and then knelt between Lyle’s legs.

  Reaching forward, he grabbed Lyle by the back of the neck and shoved his head down against the mattress. “Get that ass in the air. You know you want me to fuck you.”

  Lyle let out a moan, already feeling his cock beginning to stir again. Yes, he loved this side of Reed, the alpha, the Dominant, the sadist.

  Reed kept his hand on the back of Lyle’s neck as he fed his cock into Lyle’s ass with the other.

  Lyle closed his eyes, spreading his legs a little wider, arching his back, trying to rock his hips to take him in more deeply.

  “Yeah, that’s it. You can’t lie to me.” Now with the head of his cock past the outer ring of muscle, Reed held onto Lyle’s hip with his free hand. “Start fucking that ass onto my cock. Show me what you want.”

  Lyle did, eyes closed, breath racing as he rocked back and forth, impaling himself more deeply on Reed’s cock until he felt the man’s thighs touching his.

  “There you go.” Reed sat up and then reached under Lyle. It only took a couple of firm strokes of Lyle’s cock to get him fully hard again.

  Reed let out an evil chuckle. “And there you go. Now, you keep one hand on that cock of yours and make sure it stays hard. Don’t you dare come, either.”

  Lyle moaned, reaching under him and fisting his cock.

  Then Reed started fucking him. Long, slow strokes at first, taking his time and making sure Lyle was loosened up enough before
he started fucking him, hard, fast, deep, shaking the entire bed with every stroke.

  All Lyle could do was hang on to his cock. If he tried to stroke himself, he’d explode from how great it felt with Reed’s cock hitting him in the prostate with every stroke. And it didn’t take Reed long to blow his load, either, ending up with his cock deep inside Lyle and his weight on him, finally collapsing him to the bed.

  As Reed laid there on top of Lyle, he trailed kisses along the back of the man’s left shoulder before biting down, hard, until Lyle finally cried out.

  Not that he minded the pain. He loved it.

  “That cock better still be hard,” Reed said.

  “It is.” Pinned under his body and still fisted in his hand, his cock twitched, throbbed, eager for round two to begin.

  Reed sat up, used wipes to pull the condom off, cleaned himself and Lyle up, and disposed of everything in the trash can by the bed. Lyle heard him open the bedside table, and then came the feel of a leather cuff being fastened around his free left wrist.

  “Sit up.”

  Lyle did, pushing up with his right hand. Reed grabbed his hand and yanked it behind Lyle’s back, placing Lyle’s fingers around Reed’s softened cock. Then Reed squirted a little lube into Lyle’s hand.

  “You know what to do.”

  Blindly, Lyle started jerking the other man off, working by feel alone as Reed kept one arm around Lyle’s chest and holding him upright.

  It didn’t take long. In just a few minutes, Lyle felt his partner’s cock begin to harden once more.

  Reed bit the top of Lyle’s right shoulder, making him gasp and earning a chuckle from Reed, his cock twitching against Lyle’s palm. “Yeah, you get it easy tonight. No stunt cock for you.”

  Reed buckled the second cuff around Lyle’s other wrist and clipped them together. Leaving him sitting up like that, Reed grabbed the condom and rolled it onto his shaft, adding more lube, before stretching out on the bed on his back.

  He smiled up at Lyle. “I love this part.”