Release Date: Apr 14, 2009
Publisher: Loose Id
Publisher Link: http://www.loose-id.com/prod-Reckless_Behavior-929.aspx
Blurb: After six months with his lover, Cody yearns for monogamy. The threesomes he and Dante engage in are fun, but he needs more from the man he loves. Although Cody longs to tell Dante how he feels, he fears love and fidelity are two words missing from his older lover’s vocabulary.
Dante reclined under an umbrella. The shade was a nice respite from the broiling heat rising up off the crystalline depths of the pool directly ahead of him. Cody, his lover for the last six months, lounged to his right. Dante’s anxious gaze roamed the ample crowd of wet, nearly naked men parading in and out of the water. His idea of a weekend jaunt to Palm Springs had been a good one, although it was not turning out exactly as he planned. He had wanted to spend the weekend wrapped up in his young lover; Cody, however, had other ideas -- like a weekend of debauchery with anyone who caught his fancy.
Even if things were not going strictly to plan, there was no reason to complain. Dante had Cody and the knowledge that no matter who joined them in bed, Cody curled up with him at the end of the night. He was in his first real relationship with someone he truly cared about. As an added bonus, he could still fuck anyone he wanted. His lover not only approved of him being with other men but instigated most of their encounters.
Life was good.
He should have been thrilled.
Instead, he felt restless and out of sorts. Rather than basking in the beautiful day and the exciting night to come, he wanted to throw Cody over his shoulder and run. A knot of dread built in the pit of his stomach. A glimmer of what the problem could be lingered in the back of his mind. He wasn’t quite ready to lay all his cards on the table and face the possibility that Cody might not feel the same way he did. The time would come when he had no choice but to air his concerns. Thankfully, that was not now.
Stretching to his left, Dante snatched a tall bottle of water off the table and took a long swallow. The icy liquid sloshed over his tongue and quenched his thirst, but it did nothing to satiate his hunger. He glanced at Cody, taking in the tiny shorts and smooth, bare torso, and held out the bottle. “Want a drink?”
“No, thanks. I’m not thirsty.” Cody pointed toward a lithe brunet in a bright blue Speedo. “I’d much rather have a taste of him.”
Dante followed his lover’s gaze to the man in question. “He’s not bad, but what about the blond over there?” He nodded toward a delicate young man with sandy-colored hair and visible tan lines.
“No.” Cody shook his head, his pale hair bouncing like a tarnished halo. “I’d rather have the brunet. The blond’s too feminine.”
“All right.” Dante took another sip of his water and then twisted the cap back on. He leaned across the scant space between them and ran the chilled bottle down Cody’s smooth chest. “You know I can’t say no to you.”
Cody shivered and pushed Dante’s hand away. “Christ, that’s cold.”
Dante lowered his sunglasses and leered at Cody, letting his gaze linger on a single bead of sweat cascading down the tan, silken skin between Cody’s firm pecs. “I know just how to warm up back up.”
“I’m sure you do.” Cody smirked. “I’m hot just thinking about what we’re going to do tonight.”
Dante sighed and sat back. “Are you still sure you want to go through with it?”
“Oh yes.” Cody nodded, as if he wanted to make doubly sure Dante knew what he wanted. “I haven’t thought of anything else since we talked about it the other night.”
“It’s going to hurt.”
“I don’t care if there’s a little pain. It will feel good, too.”
“I’ll have to take your word on that. I’ve never met a man who got off on bottoming the way you. Regardless, it’s bound to hurt like hell if you take two cocks up your ass at the same time.”
Cody shrugged. “I can take it.”
“I guess we’ll see about that soon enough.” Much to my annoyance.
It wasn’t that the thought of squeezing into his lover’s tight little ass with another man didn’t turn him on, or that he wanted to refuse Cody something he obviously wanted to experience. More that he was tired of the charade. Kink was fine in the right time and place, but there was something to be said for plain old vanilla sex. Was it wrong to want to clip Cody’s wings and keep his young lover all to himself? He didn’t want Cody to feel smothered, but when would the parade of men stop? Quite frankly, he wasn’t sure how much longer he would be able to keep up. Although he was not old -- not by a long shot -- he wasn’t as young as he used to be either. That point was driven home each time he and Cody engaged in raucous sex. Orgasms seemed to energize Cody, while Dante inevitably wanted to roll over and go to sleep.
He feared he was to blame for Cody’s sexual excesses. He had taken it upon himself to broaden Cody’s horizons. Now he was stuck with the results from his lack of foresight. There was nothing he could do about it without coming off like a hypocrite.
“Mm hmm,” Cody hummed. “I can not wait to get started.”
“Why don’t you go get your man and see if he’s interested? We might as well get things started. It’s going to be a long night.”
Cody whooped. He leaned over, smacked a quick kiss to Dante’s lips, then rose to his feet. “This is going to be so much fun.”
Dante wasn’t so sure fun was the right word. Fucking hot was a better description. Just because he was feeling his age didn’t mean he wasn’t looking forward to seeing Cody lost in pleasure. There was nothing more beautiful or alluring than watching Cody come and knowing he’d had a hand in making it happen.
He slid his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose and watched his lover run off toward the other man in question. The heat building in his body had nothing to do with the sun and everything to do with the blond sprite diving headfirst into the deep end.
Cody swam with ease and then rose to his feet as he neared the shallow end. Water slid down his skin like butter, making it glistened in harsh, late-afternoon sunlight. He ascended out of the water an inch at a time, like some mythic sea creature hell-bent on seduction, and revealed every inch of his perfect, lissome frame. The snug material of his swimsuit hugged his trim hips and dipped into the tempting crease between his pert cheeks.
Dante licked his lips, knowing it wouldn’t be long until he was face deep in that perfect tight little ass. His pulse accelerated, thinking of all the ways he could use Cody’s body. The remembered sound of Cody’s hushed little pants and whimpers echoed in his ears as if they had just escaped Cody’s sweet lips. Dante sighed and readjusted his thickening prick, not giving a damn who saw him fondling his crotch.
Cody was going to be the death of him. Although no one had ever called Cody shy, the young man had really blossomed in the last six months. He seemed more confident and sure of himself. Since Dante had taken his virginity, Cody had embraced his sexuality with panache. Dante had initiated their first threesome thinking it was something Cody would enjoy trying out -- once. Admittedly, his motive could have been to show off a little as well. It was a thrill being the first to introduce someone so untried to the great world of debauchery. He had gotten off on guiding Cody through the paces, of being so hedonistic with a man completely unfettered about his sexuality. Unfortunately, he had never expected it to become a regular thing.
Cody couldn’t seem to get enough.
Dante, on the other hand, was growing tired of sharing.
His only consolation was the rule they had agreed upon before their first ménage: if either of them wanted someone else, they both had to agree and do him together. Otherwise there was no sex outside of their relationship, period.
It had seemed reasonable at the time. Because he was Cody’s first lover, Dante realized Cody would want to sow some wild oats. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t gone through the same thing once upon a time. Knowing Cody returned to him, regardless of who they fucked, made him feel like a god. He wanted to let Cody spread his wings. What he didn’t like was watching the kid spread his cheeks for anyone and everyone.
He had thought he was mature enough to handle sharing. Logically, he knew the other men were just physical cravings, playthings who were fucked and forgotten. Emotionally, it was wearing on him. Their revolving bedroom door grew exhausting. At the same time Cody was busy discovering himself, Dante had learned he wasn’t getting any younger.
It was a hell of an eye opener.
While he had gotten off on sleeping with other men and experimenting to a point, he found himself longing for the nights when it was only he and Cody. For the time they spent alone together, making love and -- God forbid -- cuddling.
Maybe his midlife crisis was hitting early. At thirty-two years old, he was a little young for one, but stranger things had happened. Nonetheless, something had changed. It wasn’t like him to be so mawkish.
Dante scowled at his thoughts as Cody headed his way with the brunet in tow. He rose to his feet and tried to look friendly.