The Long Tease

Casey Cameron

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1. The Long Tease

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The Long Tease

Orlando’s laughter was light, bubbly, and infectious as he fumbled the hotel keycard for the second time, just barely catching it before it slipped through his fingers to the floor again.

“I’m really starting to think you’ve had too much champagne,” Geoff murmured against the flushed-hot skin on the back of his neck, tracing just above the edge of his stiff white collar with lips and tongue. His hands rested lightly on Orlando’s hips, pulling the two of them together with nothing but the gentle pressure of his fingertips. Geoff was hard—had been, on and off for most of the night, watching Orlando glide across the dance floor in his sharply-tailored tux and feeling the warmth of the man’s body against his own in stolen moments throughout the reception. Every time Geoff had thought he was about to get his body under control, Orlando had gone and done something maddeningly arousing, like brush his fingers over the pulse point in Geoff’s wrist, or stretch long and deep like some kind of jungle cat, or flash that wide, bashful smile that had gone straight to Geoff’s heart from the first time he’d seen it and now seemed to be connected directly to his cock. All it took was the glimpse of white teeth and lights dancing in deep brown eyes, and Geoff would go from zero to aching hard in the space of a couple of breaths.

Orlando had been doing a lot of smiling today. It was beginning to be a problem.

“I’m not that drunk, you asshole,” Orlando laughed, turning the card in his fingers to find the printed arrow. “It’s just that someone won’t stop distracting me.”

Geoff rocked his hips forward, letting Orlando feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against him. Orlando gave a ragged gasp at the motion and rocked back into it slightly, the pressure deliciously infuriating, exactly what Geoff wanted yet not enough. “How rude,” Geoff said mildly, rocking into him again, trying to keep the motion subtle enough that anyone who might happen to be watching the security feed wouldn’t immediately be able to tell there were a couple of newlyweds about to rub off in the hallway. He wasn’t sure he was succeeding.

Oh well, it was a hotel—they were probably used to it.

Geoff nipped gently at Orlando’s earlobe and then shifted back, not quite separating their bodies, but no longer pressing them full-length against each other. Giving Orlando a chance to focus was one thing, but actually detaching from him was something else entirely—something he had no interest in doing at the moment.

Orlando finally slotted the keycard into the lock and shoved the door to their suite open. He spun on his heel, grabbed a fistful of Geoff’s tuxedo jacket, and dragged him inside. “You,” he hissed as he let the door swing shut, “have been driving me crazy all day. God, you have no idea.”

“Oh, I think I have some idea,” Geoff said with a breathy laugh, and then any further words were cut off as Orlando shoved him right up against the door and kissed him like his life depended on it. Geoff’s head hit the door with a soft thunk; his mouth opened a little wider as the impact startled him, and Orlando took immediate advantage, thrusting his tongue inside with overwhelming intensity. Geoff groaned, opening even wider to let him in.

Even though it seemed to run counter to everything that’d happened in their whirlwind romance, Geoff had always enjoyed the long tease. He loved the slow buildup of desires, casual touches layering one on top of the other until the tension finally burst and it was just two bodies working together to reach the same goal. The thing was, he’d always had a tendency to get carried away—as much fun as the tease could be, it never took long before he would let one touch lead to another, let kisses give way to more. Sure, waiting could be fun, but so could…y’know, not waiting.

Well, the last couple of days had been a study in patience. Last-minute wedding plans had everyone exhausted and frazzled, and between playing host to visiting relatives and making sure everything went off without a hitch, both Orlando and Geoff had been either too busy or too tired to do anything beyond sharing lingering kisses whenever nobody was paying too much attention.

After a few days of stressed-out abstinence, the wedding day had been one hell of a good tease. They’d started with luxurious kissing in the morning, both of them half-dressed and tasting of mint toothpaste, grinding their hard-ons together through the fabric of their underwear until they’d been interrupted by Noelle’s sleepy just-woken babbling from the next room. After that had been a couple hours of solid anticipation as they each prepared for the ceremony on their own. Geoff had looked at himself in the mirror, inspecting the tux and imagining how much better Orlando would look in his, with his broader shoulders and lean, toned physique that could make any clothes look like the sexiest thing ever made.

As good as Geoff’s imagination had been on that front, it didn’t even begin to compare to the real thing—the sight of Orlando walking down the aisle with his back straight and his eyes locked on Geoff, crisp fabric hugging his body in just the right places. It had taken all of Geoff’s already-waning self-control to keep from gathering the man straight into his arms and kissing him breathless, but he’d managed to do it—and without even pitching a huge tent in his tuxedo pants, which he counted as a definite win.

After the ceremony was torture by photographer, which helped cool them off a little, but a low thrum of excitement still rippled through them as they posed for one photo after another, locked into semi-awkward embraces that still let them feel the heat of each others’ bodies.

The reception, though…that was a special kind of agony, threaded through with delicious anticipation. Orlando turned out to be an incredible dancer (Why hadn’t they ever gone dancing? They’d have to get a babysitter and go dancing sometime.), and his playful energy on the dance floor was so infectious that every one of Geoff’s nieces and nephews wanted a turn with him. Somewhere in between “The Chicken Dance” and “Roll Out the Barrel,” Orlando had swept Geoff into a slow waltz that built up into one of the most erotic experiences Geoff had ever had outside a bedroom, their bodies gliding together, Orlando nuzzling softly at his neck while they swayed and turned. By the time the music faded Geoff was so hard it almost hurt, and he had to drag Orlando around the floor for another half a song so his erection had time to fade. It didn’t help at all that he could feel that Orlando was in a similar situation, each man’s arousal feeding into the other’s in a gigantic, torturous, amazing feedback loop.

Now they were finally alone and Orlando’s hard, well-muscled body was pressing him against the door of their honeymoon suite, and Geoff was so turned on he could barely breathe—or maybe that was the weight of Orlando against his chest. Either way, the sensation was incredible, and he just wanted to wallow in it. Orlando nudged his legs apart with a knee and slotted the solid thickness of his thigh between them, grinding against his aching cock.

“I can hardly stand it, the way you look in this suit,” Orlando said, his big, warm hands sliding into the open jacket and tracing around the top of the cummerbund. His fingers reached the clasp in the back and undid it deftly, the slip of fabric falling to the floor, forgotten. “Every time I saw you, I just wanted to peel it off you.”

“The feeling is so very mutual,” Geoff groaned, rocking against the solid thickness of Orlando’s thigh. He could feel sparks flaring in his groin; he wasn’t going to last long after a day like this. That was fine, though, he thought with a smile—they had all week to enjoy each other.

Hell, they had the rest of their lives.

A warm rush of happiness flooded through him, and he surged forward to capture Orlando’s lips again. His husband’s lips. Oh, and what incredible lips they were—soft and plush and so often tantalizingly wet from Orlando’s nervous habit of chewing on them whenever he was stressed out or lost in thought. Geoff pushed forward, tracing the shape of them with his tongue and making Orlando groan and clutch at his shirt, awkwardly tugging it free from the waistband of his tuxedo pants. Orlando was half-distracted, his movements weak and jerky, and Geoff thrilled at the feeling of power it lent him.

Geoff loved Orlando’s body, strong and chiseled and honed by hard work. He loved the way Orlando’s muscled arms could cage him in, and the way he could pin Geoff under him almost effortlessly when he was feeling particularly dominant. But this was a different kind of power Geoff held now—the power to reduce that strong body with all its hard muscles to nothing but a mass of quivering want. It was just as intoxicating as the champagne they’d indulged in at the reception, leaving his head light and his cock heavy.

Orlando’s momentary distraction gave Geoff the opportunity to turn the tables. He sucked Orlando’s lower lip into his mouth, worrying at it with his teeth while he roughly shoved Orlando’s cummerbund high on his waist and undid his pants with nimble fingers.

The look on Orlando’s face when Geoff worked a hand into his pants and wrapped it around the hot length of his cock was equal parts shock and adoration. His eyes were wide, like he could hardly believe what he was feeling, and a helpless gasp escaped from his mouth as Geoff began to pump him in short strokes. The head of his cock was slick with precum, and Geoff dragged the pad of his thumb across it, watching Orlando’s face as he shuddered under the touch.

“God, Orlando, you’re so fucking sexy. I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you all day.” Orlando ducked his head and averted his eyes, like he so often did when he received a compliment, and Geoff made a mental note to lavish him with praise every day if that’s what it took to get it through the man’s head that he was worth it. He stroked Orlando’s cock a little faster and said, “I love seeing you like this.”

Orlando huffed out a quiet laugh. “Like what? Half-dressed?”

Geoff pulled back and gave him a quick look up and down. “Come on, you’re still at least three-quarters dressed. Don’t exaggerate.” He squeezed a little tighter, and Orlando groaned low in his chest, rocking forward to fuck into Geoff’s fist.

“Oh god, that’s…” Orlando dropped his head to rest on Geoff’s shoulder, his breath coming hot and fast. “I’m gonna—you’re gonna make me come.”

“That’s the idea,” Geoff murmured, his pace never slowing. Orlando was so gorgeous like this, frantic and falling to pieces.

“No, not—oh god, that’s good,” Orlando groaned, hips jerking for a second longer before he seemed to still them with a huge expenditure of effort. “Don’t—fuck—don’t make me come all over a rented tuxedo,” he said with a breathless laugh. “They’ll make us pay for cleaning.”

“Hmm, worth it.”

Laughing harder, Orlando gave a gentle shove against Geoff’s chest, pulling back enough that the angle forced Geoff to slow his strokes. “Does that mean you want to be the one to explain the stains when we return them? Come on, let’s get naked and do this right.”

Grudgingly, Geoff slipped his hand out of Orlando’s pants and started tugging off his own bow tie. They both undressed quickly, laying the clothes out over the armchair by the window so they wouldn’t get too wrinkled, then they crashed together again in a slick slide of tongues and fell into the absurdly plush bed. Orlando let Geoff roll him on his back, smiling shyly up at him and dragging gentle fingertips up and down Geoff’s spine. Geoff shivered at the feather-light touches and leaned down to kiss Orlando again, slow and thorough, their cocks rubbing together between them.

It only took a minute or two before Orlando was riding the edge again, bucking his hips and moaning shamelessly against Geoff’s lips. Geoff reached down between them to line up their cocks and stroke them together; the sensation of skin on skin sent an electric jolt through him, Orlando’s cock hot and hard and silky-smooth under his touch. “Fuck,” Orlando breathed as Geoff thrust against him, “it’s so good, Geoff. Oh, fuck. I love you.”

Geoff felt his heart swell, and he captured Orlando’s lips in another kiss. “I love you, too,” he whispered when they broke apart. “Love you so much.”

“Oh god, I’m close,” Orlando said through gritted teeth, his eyes pinched shut.

“Do it.” Geoff tightened his grip as much as he could manage. “I want to see you come.”

Orlando’s eyes flew wide; his body went rigid. His cock pulsed against Geoff’s, and as much as Geoff had wanted to watch, he was transfixed by the raw, open look on Orlando’s face. Orlando’s eyes were wide and deep and locked on Geoff’s, his lips parted in a silent shout as he rode out every wave and tremor of his orgasm. Geoff felt the hot wetness of Orlando’s release between their bodies, covering his hand and slicking his cock, and the sensation was almost enough to send him careening over the edge.

Orlando gave a small, contented sigh and sank into the luxurious softness of the mattress, and Geoff couldn’t help but lean down to kiss him again. His cock was hard and aching, his balls tight with the need for release, but he could wait a minute longer.

“Hmm,” Orlando murmured against his lips, “what would you say my chances are of getting fucked tonight?”

With a low groan, Geoff nipped at Orlando’s lip again. “If that’s what you want, then I’d say…98, maybe 99 percent?” Orlando chuckled, and Geoff gave him a quick grin. “Plus or minus a five percent margin of error.”

“I’ll play those odds,” Orlando said, wriggling a little underneath him to part his legs invitingly. Geoff shifted so he was kneeling between them and stroked his dry hand up the soft skin of Orlando’s inner thigh. A look of sudden realization passed over Orlando’s face, and he groaned. “Damn it,” he said, “I forgot the bag with the lube in the car.”

“I can be resourceful,” Geoff said with a sly grin. He dragged his other hand, still slick with Orlando’s cum, through the wetness pooled on Orlando’s belly, and the look of shock and intense lust that crossed Orlando’s face was nothing short of perfect.

“Oh, fuck, you’re gonna—okay, yeah. That works,” Orlando said weakly, his spent cock twitching in spite of his recent orgasm.

Geoff had been prepared to take his time—to extend the long tease a little longer—but it didn’t take long at all to open Orlando up, his muscles already loose and relaxed after his orgasm. He gasped and sighed, hands grasping at the overabundance of hotel pillows as Geoff worked careful fingers into him, spreading and stretching until Orlando was writhing under him and begging for his cock.

Geoff couldn’t deny him anything, and especially not this. Not when Orlando was calling his name in between breathy moans as Geoff slowly sank into his willing body. Orlando was hot and tight around him, gripping him like he’d never let go, and Geoff had to be still for a moment once he was all the way inside—not just because he was afraid he would come, but because he was just so overwhelmed by the sensation, the knowledge of what they were doing and what they were to each other, that he felt he might fly apart if he wasn’t careful.

When he finally started to move, Orlando made the most delicious sounds, moans and whimpers that made warmth pool in Geoff’s groin just as much as the friction between them. Orlando urged him on with gentle hands and his broad white smile, and as Geoff let out a low strangled moan, Orlando said, “Go on, let me hear you. I love your voice; there’s nobody here but the two of us.”

Words began tumbling out of Geoff’s mouth, words he hadn’t even realized he was holding back—they were usually doing this in a quiet rush, a baby asleep in the next room, and now they had a whole honeymoon suite to themselves and nobody around to be bothered by the noise. “Fuck, Orlando, you feel so good. So fucking tight—love the way you clench around me.”

“Like this?” Orlando said, his breath hot in Geoff’s ear as he flexed his muscles, squeezing down on Geoff’s cock like a vise.

“God, yes,” Geoff groaned, “that’s perfect. I love you. Fuck—” And then he was coming, his cock buried deep in Orlando’s ass as waves of pleasure crashed over him. He rocked his hips against Orlando’s with the aftershocks, wringing every last bit of pleasure out of the contact, every last bit of sliding friction.

Geoff fell to his elbows and kissed Orlando again, deep and slow, pouring every ounce of his affection into the point where their mouths met. Orlando hummed contentedly against his lips, his cock half-hard again where it was pressed between their bodies, but softening now that Geoff had stopped moving. Orlando’s hands stroked gently down his back, skimmed over his shoulders, cupped his ass. Every touch was soothing and familiar, and Geoff’s limbs were starting to feel heavy with sleep, worn out from the exhausting day. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured, and went to the bathroom to get a couple of cloths to clean up with. He wiped Orlando down with a reverent touch, feeling like his heart was about to burst every time he saw the wide-open love in his husband’s expression.

They settled back down with matching sighs, Geoff curled against the solid bulk of Orlando’s side. Orlando stroked his hair and planted a kiss on his forehead. “Love you,” he said, his voice thick and sleepy. “And we’re doing that like ten more times tomorrow. Just so you know.”

“I’ll have to check my schedule,” Geoff replied with a yawn, and Orlando snickered, flicking his ear gently. “Okay, I’ve checked it. I’m pretty booked up, but I can probably fit you in somewhere between ‘fucking my husband’ and ‘blowing my husband.’”

“Oh, good,” Orlando said. “Those sound important—I’d hate for you to miss them on my account.”

All in all, Geoff thought as he drifted slowly towards sleep, it sounded like a pretty damn good start to their new life together.

Books By Casey Cameron

Love Keeps Giving

Omega Studies

His Alpha’s Alpha

Omega On the Line

Rampant Heat

About the Author

Casey Cameron lives in a rare urban center in the U.S. Midwest, where she can be found among her fellow deviants writing porn in coffee shops. She writes contemporary and paranormal gay romance and erotica with diverse characters, sex-positive relationships, and subversive themes, and apparently has a penchant for writing about men cooking for each other.

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