Hot Sauce (Suncoast Society #26)(7)

“Mmm.” Reed stepped in close, pushing Lyle against the counter and trapping Lyle’s hand over Reed’s rapidly inflating cock.

“I think I’ll be taking care of you like that after dinner.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”





Lyle had the good fortune in high school to be friends with a guy who’d come out as openly gay. Yes, he’d been hassled by some for it, but the guy’s friends—male and female alike—had rallied around him and supported him, helping make a positive difference in the culture of tolerance among the students and faculty.

He would never forget one talk he’d had with the guy, Paul.

When Lyle asked him why he chose to come out as gay, Paul had simply said, “Because I am. I refuse to live my life as a lie. I don’t want to die regretting things I didn’t do out of fear.”

That had made a huge impact on Lyle. Especially because he realized he wasn’t gay, since he’d had attractions toward girls as well as guys.

It wasn’t until his senior year of high school that he realized bisexuality was a thing, and that it was okay to be attracted to a person, not just to a penis or a vagina.

The life-altering realization, along with Paul’s untimely death in a freak car accident when a texting driver blew through a red light and T-boned him in the driver’s door, set Lyle on the course that had eventually led him to Reed.

Lyle had pledged at his friend’s funeral that he would live his life authentically, not settling just because he “had” to.

During college at USF, Lyle had discovered the kinky scene in Tampa, and was tickled to find out later that there was also a thriving scene in Sarasota, where he’d grown up. He built his business, his life, around himself. Not in a narcissistic or selfish way, but with the knowledge that he needed to be a complete and happy person if he wanted to attract a complete and happy partner.

Eventually, he’d met Reed.

He’d had relationships before, yes, men and women, kinky and vanilla.

What he realized was he needed a kinky partner, someone willing to give and receive. That his partner happened to have a penis and not a vagina was irrelevant to him. Had Reed been a woman, there would have been frequent pegging involved.

He loved it all. He was happy being a sadomasochistic bisexual switch.

And he was lucky enough to find a partner who fit perfectly into his life in that way.

Playing with carefully selected others only made things better. Hence why they enjoyed bottoming to Landry on occasion. No sexual play with the man, it was more like foreplay, leaving Lyle and Reed free to rip each other’s clothes off the second they walked through their own front door, both of them sporting deliciously sore and well-striped asses.

They’d both played with men and women from time to time, topping them mostly out of bed, but occasionally in it. It was fun, it was for play, and until they’d met Basco, they really hadn’t had a play partner lately with whom they’d felt comfortable enough to cross the sexual boundary line.

After they finished eating and Reed helped him clean up the kitchen, they skipped watching TV and headed for the bedroom. In the dim twilight seeping through the bedroom blinds, Reed’s blue eyes looked dark, like the Gulf after a storm.

Reed pulled him close, kissing him. “Get those shorts off, buddy. I want to take care of you.”

By the time Lyle had shoved his shorts all the way off, Reed had stripped naked and pulled the covers down. Then he grabbed Lyle and gently pushed him back, onto the bed, straddling him for another soul-melting kiss that finished hardening Lyle’s cock.

He could tell Reed was in a mood to be on top tonight, so to speak, and let the energy flow that direction.

It didn’t matter to him, as long as he had his guy’s love.

Reed clasped Lyle’s hands and raised them, pinning them over Lyle’s head. Reed’s cock was as hard as Lyle’s, both their members trapped between their bodies, delicious, erotic friction as Reed kissed him again, harder, deeper.

Lyle knew Reed knew damn well what he was doing. Amping up the tension, driving Lyle to the point where he’d be begging Reed to make him come.

Reed loved to make him beg, whether for a f*cking or a beating. It was one of the things that turned his lover’s sadistic crank.

Which was fine, because Lyle always gave it back to him when he was on top.

Reed kept one hand pinning Lyle’s wrists over his head and with the other reached between their bodies, his fingers wrapping around both their cocks. He swiped his thumb over both heads, gathering up pre-cum from both slits and rubbing it over them.

“Someone’s horny,” Reed teased.

“Not just me,” he gasped.

“Oh, definitely not just you.” He squeezed both their cocks against each other, making Lyle moan again. “The question is, do I want to f*ck mine out of you, or do I want to shove my cock down your throat and watch you swallow my cum?”

More pre-cum, more slickness, their cocks now sliding against each other and Reed’s hand as he teased Lyle. He slowly jacked Lyle off, focusing mostly on the other man’s cock instead of his own, his fingers gliding over their heads and slits and adding to the delicious sensation.

Lyle already knew part of Reed’s plan. He could tell. This wasn’t his first rodeo with the man.

Reed rested his weight on his left elbow, that hand the one pinning Lyle’s wrists against the mattress. Staring down into Lyle’s eyes, he smiled. “Someone’s looking a little subspacey.”