“Friction”
by Mychael Black
I found him dancing with another man. Their bodies were pressed
together, his chest to the other man’s back. His hips rocked forward
as if he was trying to fuck the man right through their pants. I
smiled; yes, he was perfect. I slid off my stool and started across
the dance floor. Several people moved away, knowing full well what I
was and why I was there. When I reached my delectable, leather-clad
prey, he flashed me a wicked grin. Within seconds the other man had
disappeared and I felt the hard ridge of my prey’s cock through our
pants as we danced.
“I know you,” he whispered in my ear.
“Mm, do you now,” I answered.
He spun me around and slipped an arm around my waist, jerking me
hard against his body. He rocked his hips in time with the music, our
cocks grinding over each other through two layers of leather. His
shirt clung to the hard lines of his chest, wet with his sweat. I ran
my hands up his stomach to his chest and when I reached his nipples, I
took each one and gave it a painful twist. He hissed and thrust his
hips harder. The muscles in his arm tightened as he pulled me closer
to his body. The friction of leather on flesh made my head spin and
with a growl I backed him into the wall.
“Fuck me,” he whispered as I pulled his shirt over his head.
I angled my head down and sucked a hard nipple into my mouth. He
threaded his fingers through my hair and gathered it into his fist.
The heat of his flesh burned my tongue and I clawed at his pants,
desperate for more. When his pants hit the floor, I turned him around
and pressed him to the wall. My own pants joined his and I thrust into
him in one swift motion. His hands curled into fists and I bit at my
lip as the heat of his body scorched my cock. It was silky smooth and
seared every inch of my flesh with its tight heat.
I thrust again and he cried out. The velvet tightness of his ass
sucked me in and I thrust once more. His body shook between me and the
wall.
“Do you know me now?” I hissed in his ear.
“Yes,” came the breathless reply.
“Then remember me in your dreams.”
I thrust into that tight, blazing heat again and sank my teeth
into his neck. He shuddered in my arms and I came as I fed. His blood
was as hot as his ass, and just as sweet.
(c) 2005 Mychael Black