Brats in Training 3: Dangerous Dusty (MM)
AVAILABLE: Tuesday, July 17th
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, light consensual BDSM, HEA]
Dusty has all of the grace of a bull in a china shop. He can trip over air, and has the scrapes and scratches to prove it. Meeting Alexander Sheffield goes just about like everything else in his life. It's a total disaster.
But Alexander is captivated by Dangerous Dusty, so much, in fact, that he hires the man to be his personal assistant, even if it’s just so he can keep Dusty from hurting himself. Dusty just needs a little direction in his life, some order, and Alexander is just the man to give it to him. Now, if he can just keep Dusty alive long enough, because if the accident-prone man doesn't hurt himself, Alexander has plans for him, ones that will make Dusty his forever.
“Watch where you’re going, jackass!”
Dusty wiped the sweat from his forehead as he raced through the city streets on his bicycle. He ignored the angry shouts and the belligerent man. He was a courier and he had a package to deliver. Come rain, sleet, hail, or the hot ass blazing sun that was melting his brain, Michelson Inc. was going to get this dang envelope.
He wheeled through the heavy traffic and was nearly clipped on the back tire by a cabby as he rounded the corner.
“I’ll sue you if I hit you!” the cabby yelled as his fist pumped in the air.
“You have to catch me first, you—” Dusty screeched as he ran into a newspaper stand, taking a dive, and landing on his side.
Fuck, that hurt.
“Are you okay?” a man asked as he walked by, but didn’t stop.
Dusty groaned and then rolled to his feet, dusting his pants off. He grimaced as he noticed that he had scrapped the palms of his hands, and scratched up a few knuckles. Thank the gods he wore a helmet—although the thing sported more scraps and dings than a race car—knees pads, and elbow pads.
He walked over to his bike, inspected the wheels, and was relieved that it didn’t have any serious damage. Buying a new bike would totally suck. He had gone through three already this year.
And it was only May.
Hopping back onto his bike, Dusty started down the sidewalk, racing toward his destination. He was on a time crunch and he needed to get this envelope to its owner.
“Get off of the damn sidewalk, you moron!”
Dusty hopped the curb, steered around Adam’s Avenue, and was one happy camper when he saw the large and looming building ahead. The investment building was made mostly of glass, had a large front courtyard so Dusty had somewhere to park his bike, and a directory which was easy to follow.
It wasn’t his first time delivering to the firm, though.
Dusty tried to pull his leg over the bike, and ride the one peddle like he had seen the other courier’s do until he reached his destination and then simply hop off of the peddle, but it didn’t work out exactly as he wanted it to.
It never did.
But he kept on trying anyway.
Dusty’s pant leg became caught on the other peddle, and he soon found himself lying on the ground, his bike smack dab on top of him, the back wheel still rolling.
Fuck, that hurt.
Dusty's eyes snapped up at the stern tone he heard in Alexander's voice. He just couldn't not look at the man. His voice was so commanding that it sent shivers of delight right down Dusty's body to the very bottoms of his feet.
"Yes, sir?" he whispered.
"Bend forward and let me look at your head."
Despite his protest of a moment ago, Dusty found himself bending forward. He winced when Alexander's fingers probed the tender bump on the back of his head. It wasn't the first bump he had received and no doubt, it would not be the last.
"Well, it doesn't look too bad. There's no bleeding, just a bump," Alexander said. "I think an ice pack should do the trick."
"Thank you, sir." Dusty felt Alexander's hand under his chin, lifting his face up. He hesitantly raised his eyes to meet Alexander's. Wow, he was so close. Dusty could feel Alexander's breath brush over his cheeks.
"You can thank me by being more careful, Dusty."
"I don't mean for these things to happen, sir," Dusty explained, feeling somewhat desperate. "They just do. No matter how careful I am, they just happen."
"I want you to do something for me, Dusty."
"Close your eyes."
Dusty frowned for a moment and then slowly lowered his eyelids. He didn't know what he expected but it certainly wasn't the feeling of Alexander's lips pressing against his. Dusty inhaled sharply and jerked back, his eyes snapping open.
"Close your eyes, Dusty."
Dusty's eyes felt like they were so wide that he wouldn't be able to close them. But he tried, slowly lowering them again. He waited, hoping, praying, and crossing his fingers and his toes.
And there it was.
Dusty groaned loudly when he felt the gentle swipe of Alexander's tongue lick at the seam of his lips.
Hot doggies! Alexander Sheffield, the sexiest man ever to live, was kissing him. Dusty eagerly opened his mouth when he felt Alexander's tongue press against his lips as if asking for acceptance. He'd accept anything the man did to him.
With bells on.
Dusty's body began to shake when Alexander's mouth slanted over him and the man's tongue delved inside Dusty's mouth, exploring, conquering. Oh, purple twinkies, could that man kiss. Dusty curled his toes when he felt Alexander's hand fist in his hair.
Dusty's body ached, from the top of his head to his toes. He felt like he was one big orgasm waiting to happen. His cock was threatening to break through the seam of his jeans and erupt if the kiss continued too much longer. No one had ever kissed Dusty like this.
When Dusty felt Alexander's hand press against his hard cock through his jeans, that was all she wrote. Dusty cried out and arched into the air, pressing his cock more firmly against Alexander's hand and gave freedom to the pleasure sweeping through him.
He'd be embarrassed that he had come from just a kiss later. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of Alexander squeezing his cock over and over again as if the man was trying to prolong Dusty's orgasm.