Free Deliver Us by Lynn Kelling

about it first, adding in a far-too-smoky and sensual tone, “Why, you wanna kiss me, Gabe?”
    “Christ, you’re such a flirt,” Gabriel laughed. “Yeah, I want to kiss you.”
    “Where?”
    “Hey, who’s in charge here?”
    “Where do you want to kiss me?” he insisted, his voice deeper than normal, almost husky, almost....
    Darrek’s breath caught and he made a small needful sound through his parted lips, giving himself away.
    Jeans unzipped and cock in hand, Darrek heard a rustling through the phone held carefully between his shoulder and his ear, followed by a pause and a small curse from Gabriel.
    “Uh... I uh...” Gabriel said slightly breathlessly. “Wanna... I wanna rip the shirt right off of you, see your amazing, tight-as-fuck chest and suck on your nipples. Suck ’em until they’re so hard.... Gentle... at first... just brushing them with my lips... with my tongue... and then my teeth.... Bite down on ’em as hard as you could stand it... and
pull
....”
    “Yeah... good... where else? Where else, Gabe?” he asked breathlessly.
    “Mmm... um... right... right on the inside of your thighs... spread you out wide under me... hold your legs open... and then just kiss you right there, real high up... and I wouldn’t do any more than that... just... just kiss you... feather-light... and you’d beg me... you’d fucking
beg me
to do more ... oh shit... but I wouldn’t... cause I
love
to hear you beg... fucking
love
it....”
    “Can I kiss you there?” Darrek asked him, “...Just like...
fuck
... just like that... spread you open and kiss you... kiss your bare thighs... kiss ’em real sweet and soft....”
    “Dare... Darrek...
oh Jesus
... I uh... gghh... yeah. Yeah... want that... I....”
    Gabriel whimpers and then gasps into the phone as he comes over his fist, and it’s different this time. So different. He feels bare—naked. Exposed and vulnerable. Out of control.
    Then he hears Darrek grunt hard, almost growl as he comes as well, the image of him kissing Gabriel, legs spread wide and inviting, burned into both of their brains.
    Gabriel’s hand slides in smooth, wet strokes along his shaft as he pulses and shudders with aftershocks, listening to Darrek orgasm.
    “I want that too...” Darrek pants.
    “Guess so... from the... from the sounds of it. Um... I’ll, uh... I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “Yeah. See ya. ’M looking forward to it.”
    “Me too.”

    Darrek arrives a little early, out of both impatience and nerves alike. Sitting in the waiting room, his legs bounce restlessly. Wringing his hands, he averts his eyes when a man he doesn’t know leans against the doorway leading to the back rooms. The man stares at Darrek while sipping from a mug held in his hands.
    Sam is sitting behind the desk, papers laid out in front of her. She’s pressing buttons on the phone and making notes as she listens to the earpiece. She’d asked Darrek if he wanted to review his consent form and change any of his requests or limitations. He’d declined.
    After a long period of silence, with only the scratching of Sam’s pen, the clicking of buttons, and the faint blare of music from the lower floor the only sounds, Ben says to Darrek, “I know what your Master’s got planned for you today.”
    Darrek’s gaze snaps up to him, buzzed-short hair and neatly trimmed goatee, dressed head-to-toe in black, but the fire, intensity and authority in his eyes causes Darrek to look away almost immediately.
    “You’re in for a treat. Gonna really enjoy hearing you scream, too. Bet we’ll be able to hear you all the way at the back of the building.”
    Swallowing thickly, Darrek wets his lips and scratches at the knees of his pants.
    “Leave the boy alone, Ben. Jesus Christ. Don’t be an ass,” Sam mutters as she takes notes from the voicemail messages.
    “Just giving him something to look forward to,” he grins before receding back into the shadows.

    As soon as he is called, goes downstairs, and