Cuckold B&B (Part 2.2) (Patreon)

Here's the second part of the latest story I've been working on. If you don't remember (and that may well be the case because my writing's been a little slow lately!) this is the second book in my Cuckold B&B series. 

It turned out Levi was home earlier than I’d expected. I was lying in bed, still naked from fucking Ryan earlier in the evening, when I heard the door open and shut. Ryan was lying on the bed, shirtless but with long pyjama pants on, reading a book.

He looked up, then looked at me. I saw a momentary flash of alarm in his eyes, but it was quickly gone. He didn’t say a thing.

“Sounds like he’s home,” I said quietly; I didn’t want him to hear us talking about him through the wall.

Ryan studied me, like he was trying to read my thoughts. “So…?”

“You wanna know if I can go again?”

“We don’t have to,” he said, a little apologetically.

I thought about it for a second. The fucking I’d just given him a couple of hours ago had left me a little more spent that I’d expected. But I felt my cock stir at the thought of Levi’s cute ass, so I knew I could go again. Besides, the fact I’d cum recently probably meant I’d last longer second time around, which is never a bad thing.

I nodded, and gave him a grin. “Yeah, I reckon I could go again.”

Ryan’s face broke into an excited grin too. “I guess I’d better go introduce myself then.” He jumped up off the bed, opened the bedroom door, and disappeared out into the living area, shutting the door behind him.

I could hear them talk, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. The conversation didn’t last long though, before Ryan came back into the bedroom and shut the door, looking a little perplexed.

“How did it go?” I asked.

“He’s not interested. Not at all.” His brow furrowed a little like he was trying really hard to make sense of what had just happened. “Are you sure he seemed interested when he talked to you earlier?”

“Definitely. There was no mistaking it.”

“I guess he’s just not into me then. If he was up for it till he met me…” He looked disappointed.

“I doubt it,” I said, partly to reassure him and partly because I meant it. I’d noticed the looks he got when they’d go out to bars, the guys flirting with him. Ryan was hot and everybody knew it. “You know how bad you are at noticing when people are hitting on you. Maybe he just wasn’t obvious enough. Or maybe you weren’t.”

He shook his head. “No, I definitely made it obvious. It was kind of embarrassing.”

“And he wasn’t interested?”

“Not at all. Not in me.” He sat down on the bed. “And it’s not like he wasn’t looking. He had his phone open the whole time we were talking and I saw the grid. He was looking for guys to fuck, he just didn’t want to fuck us. Or me.”

“Oh.” I was sure I hadn’t read Levi wrong, the guy had been all over me. Maybe it’s Ryan after all. I mean, everyone has their type. I tried to pretend it didn’t matter, like I wasn’t disappointed. I shuffled over to where he was sitting, put a hand on his thigh and slowly ran it up towards his crotch. “His loss, I guess, because he’s missing out on getting this big cock in him.”

Ryan smiled at me half-heartedly in appreciation of my efforts. “You’re not bothered?” he asked. “Seemed like you were pretty keen to hook up with this guy.”

“Nah. Might have been fun, but it’s no big deal.”

We heard the click of the front door open and then shut a second or so later. “I guess he found someone to fuck,” Ryan said.

“His loss, he could have had us.”

“Maybe you and him could, you know.” He seemed a little bit embarrassed to be suggesting it.

“Without you?”

“Yeah. Without me.”

I thought about it for a second or two, I wanted Levi, definitely. The thought of fucking his tight little ass was kind of thrilling. I studied Ryan’s face, trying to work out what he was thinking. Is he actually okay with it? Or is he just saying it because he knows I want it?

“No,” I said, after too long a pause. “We agreed we’re only going to play together.”

“Okay, cool,” Ryan replied, visibly exhaling a deep breath he must have been holding.

Damn. I realised I’d been kind of hoping he’d insist.

“I don’t need anyone else apart from you,” I reassured him.

“Thanks.”

I leaned over and kissed him. “Levi doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

“Maybe you can show me. In the morning though. Right now I’m actually kind of sleepy; maybe it’s a good thing Levi wasn’t up for it.”

*            *            *

I was standing in the kitchen watching the stovetop coffee pot come to a boil when I heard Levi’s bedroom door open behind me.

I turned around as he emerged from his room. He was wearing nothing but his underwear, tight, white boxer briefs. He was lean, verging on skinny, but with good definition. His chest only had the slightest sprouting of dark hair. Damn, he’s ever cuter with his clothes off.

“Morning,” I said to him.

He gave me a sleepy grin. “Morning Nico,” he replied. “You making coffee?”

“You want some?”

“That’d be great.” He walked over towards me, yawning and giving his tousled bed-hair a rub. He came around the kitchen island so he was standing only a couple of feet away from me, and leaned against the counter.

“How was your night?” I asked.

“I had a nice time.”

“Family stuff?” I decided not to mention anything about him going out for a late-night hook-up.

“Yeah, dinner with my parents and my brother,” he told me. “And then I went and made some new friends later on.”

Oh, so he’s going to bring it up himself, huh. “Friends, plural?”

He chuckled. “Why settle for one?”

“Glad you had fun.”

“I always find a way to have fun.” The way he said it, so pointedly, with just a tiny raise of his eyebrow, made the implication clear. I wondered if maybe Ryan had just misunderstood when they’d spoken last night.

“I bet you do,” I said to him. I paused. “You met Ryan last night, right?” I said it in a way that could be read as changing the subject, or as a direct reference to how he could have some fun.

“Mmhmm,” he said, a little absently, looking sideways as though he was studying the fruit bowl on the kitchen island.

“Cool. He’s still in bed. I’m about to take him some coffee.” I paused. “You know, he’s always keen to, uh, make new friends too.” The instant I said it I realised just how desperate and awkward it sounded, and I regretted it immediately. “We’re both pretty fun when we want to be,” I added. I don’t think the addition made it sound any smoother.

“He’s not really my type,” Levi replied, sounding a little bored.

“Oh.” I tried to sound conversational but I could hear the disappointment in my own voice. I was a little perplexed, to be honest. I mean, I know everyone has their type and that one person’s version of hot isn’t necessarily going to be for everyone. But Ryan was fucking hot. Cute smile, chiseled jaw, muscles you wanted to just run your hands over like all the time. It seemed kind of crazy that anyone would not be into him, at least for a casual hook-up.

The coffee started to gurgle in the pot, and I quickly took it off the stove and poured the contents into mugs.

“I guess redheads don’t really do it for me,” he explained. “I love dark hair,” he said, looking up at my almost black hair, and then let his eyes wander downwards to study my body. “And a hairy chest.”

I felt my cock twitch and start to swell a little bit, and I was sure he saw it, because his gaze instantly went there. Fuck, I want him. I just wanted to bend him over the kitchen counter and slide my cock into his tight little ass. But Ryan… I picked up two coffees and backed away. “I’d better take Ryan his coffee,” I mumbled, as I kicked open the bedroom door. Levi watched me as I backed away; he grinned a little, fully aware of the effect he was having on me.

Ryan was up, reading the news on his phone like he always did in the morning. “Hey babe.”

I kicked the door shut behind me, and handed him his coffee. “What’s the matter?” he asked, obviously sensing how flustered I was.

“Nothing.” I didn’t want to tell Ryan what just happened; he’d feel really shit if he realised that Levi was hitting on me hard and the only thing stopping us all getting laid was the fact that Levi wasn’t attracted to him. “Just drink your coffee.”

*            *            *

I came back from the shower to find Ryan sitting on the bed, putting on his shoes.

“You going out, babe?”

He looked up. “Yeah,” he said apologetically. “Have to go in to work.”

“I thought you said you wouldn’t need to this weekend.”

“Sorry, babe.” He finished tying his laces, stood up, and planted a kiss on my forehead. “I wasn’t expecting to. But you know how it is.”

“Will you be long?”

He shrugged. “Who knows? A few hours at least. I’ll probably be home this afternoon some time. I’ll let you know; I’ll text you when I have a better idea when I’ll be finishing up.” He kissed me on the cheek, grabbed his keys and wallet from the nightstand, and disappeared out the door. “Bye babe!”

I shut the door behind him and got dressed.

When I came out of the bedroom I found Levi sitting at the dining table eating a bowl of cereal. He looked up at me with a grin that implied he was plotting something. “Hey, hope you don’t mind I helped myself to some of your cereal.”

“Not at all. You’re welcome to all that stuff. Coffee, milk, breakfast stuff. All of that. It said that on the booking info, right?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Just making sure though. I wouldn’t want to take something I’m not allowed.” The way he said it, pointedly, I knew he wasn’t just talking about the cereal. And I knew he was more than happy to take something he wasn’t allowed.

“You’ve got that wedding today?” I asked. Partly to make conversation, partly because I was desperate to know when he was going to be out of the apartment and stop tempting me.

He nodded. “Yeah, this afternoon.”

“Up to much in the meantime?”

He shrugged. “Thought I’d probably just chill here.” He grinned. “Why’s that, did you have something in mind?”

“No,” I replied, a little emphatically. I could feel myself blushing. “Just interested. You’re totally welcome to hang out here. I’m about to go for a run.” I hadn’t been, but I needed to get out of the apartment before I lost all control I had left and fucked Levi right there on the living room sofa. I quickly disappeared into the bedroom and got changed out of my regular clothes — the ones I’d put on literally ten minutes ago — and into my running gear. I made a hasty exit out the front door.

*            *            *

The run got me out of the house for an hour. But it didn’t do anything to help me cool off. Exercising always gets me a little horny, and no matter what I tried to think about my thoughts kept returning to Levi as I jogged. That body, that ass. That attitude. I wanted to call his bluff: throw him down on the bed, peel back those trunks and fuck him till he couldn’t take it any more.

I felt guilty that Ryan wasn’t featuring anywhere in this fantasy. But the guilt didn’t do anything to stop the stirring in my cock as I ran down the street picturing what I’d do to Levi if I had the chance.

If I took the chance that was right in front of me.

When I got home the apartment was quiet, and for a second I thought that Levi might have gone out and left me in peace. But then I saw the door to the balcony open, and realised he was just outside.

I walked up to the glass door. On the other side Levi was laid out on the single lounge chair, basking in the midday sun with a book in hand. He was almost naked — again — in just a pair of mesh shorts that were so tiny they must have had about a one-inch inseam. They gripped his cock and balls tightly, so I could make out exactly the size and shape. He was wearing dark sunglasses, so I had no idea whether or not he could see me standing there admiring his body.

I stepped out onto the balcony. “Hey.”

“Hey.” His head didn’t move, which made me suspect that he’d already been studying me, studying him. “Good run?”

I nodded. “Getting some sun, huh?”

“Couldn’t resist. This balcony is perfect for it. Besides, with this pasty white body I need every bit of sun I can get.”

“I dunno, your body looks pretty good to me.” I said it without even thinking, and instantly wanted to take it back. For fuck’s sake, I told myself, you need to stop flirting with this guy.

Levi just smiled. “I know,” he told me smugly. “I was just fishing for compliments.”

I needed to end this.

“We only play together,” I blurted out, out of nowhere.

“That’s a shame. Because I’ve got about an hour and a half till I have to get ready for this wedding, and I really wanted to use it getting fucked.”

I felt my cock stir and my heart beat a little faster. I wanted to slide my hand up those tiny mesh shorts of his and stroke his hole till he begged for my dick. But I needed to show some restraint. Besides, playing hard-to-get was beginning to feel pretty good for my ego anyway.

“I’m sure you’ll find some guys around,” I said.

“Nah,” he said nonchalantly, returning to the book he was reading. “It’s not really long enough to find a hook-up. If I’m going to fuck I want to do it properly.”

That he was so confident in his abilities made me want to test ride him even more. But I also wanted to win the exchange. So I stepped back into the apartment. “Enjoy your book,” I called out behind me as I headed for the shower.