GLITTER GULCH

Chapter 14: Hot Cherry Pie

Cale's eyes shot open as Sekhmet impaled him. His breathing quickened and his body immediately tensed. The pain was brief but the dull, throbbing ache continued. He instinctively tried to pull away, but the mayor grabbed his hips.

"Oh no. You're not going anywhere." That simple sentence froze his body in place.

He silently cursed the hold on him. The idea of someone else controlling him was infuriating. He was already balking at the notion of Talpa and Damon in control. Now this…

Sekhmet put his hand on his back, telling him to relax. He felt all his muscles go slack at that one simple word. What's happening? Why can't I stop this? No one has ever dared…! Not even Dais.

He grimaced when he thought of pale-haired lover. Perhaps that's what's wrong with your relationship right now. Maybe if you allowed him a little more control and trusted him. Trust him. Ha! After what Sekhmet's been saying? They've been fucking! And I didn't even know…

Sekhmet's hand wrapped around him and he wanted to break away or escape but his body wasn't his own. Instead, his hips thrust forward into the mayor's hand, wanting the intimate contact, desiring it. He wanted to be touched and caressed but worst of all, he wanted to be fucked. He wanted Sekhmet to fuck him. He's going to pay for this intrusion. It will be the most costly dalliance he's ever had. I'm going to kill him for this. Unhhhh…that feels good…

"Is that better?"

The mayor's hand started stroking him harder, lightly pumping, and Cale groaned. Then Sekhmet began slowly inching his way in and out. His body protested the movement, but the feel of the mayor's hand on his cock was…distracting. Was this what Dais felt? Was this it? No wonder…Ugnhh! Cale gasped as Sekhmet's member stroked something deep inside him.

"Is that it? Did I find the spot?" Sekhmet purred. The mayor thrust again, this time harder.

"Ugnnnnhhh!" Cale cried out. The sensation was overwhelming. He was beginning to see spots of color in front of his eyes. His whole body pulsed with the sheer pleasure of it all. Sekhmet's hand and cock, both stroking sensitive nerves. He bit his lip to keep from crying out anymore. Sekhmet couldn't know what this was doing to him - the need and lust welling up inside of him threatening to explode. He tried to focus on the pain, but it had become so mingled with the delectable sensations it was hard to tell them apart. Soon they were indiscernible as wave upon wave of tingling pleasure coursed through his body. His knees weakened, and he braced his hands on the dresser for support.

"Look at me," Sekhmet hissed. "Look at me!"

The sheriff's body obeyed. His eyes focused on Sekhmet's image in the mirror above the dresser. The mayor's eyes danced with colors. Cale could feel his soul being sucked back into their whirling depths.

"I want you to know who did this to you. I want to you to beg for me to do it again. And you will. You will be back." Sekhmet began pounding into his body, and he bit his lip to keep from screaming in ecstasy. Desperately, he tried to hold onto the anger and hatred to try and block out his body's betrayal, but the sensations inside and out were overwhelming his desire to tear out the mayor's heart and serve it to him on a silver platter. Instead, he wanted to give up all control. He wanted to release his pent up need for subservience and give himself up to Sekhmet completely.

The mayor's imposition upon his person was serving as a catalyst for denied passion and fantasies. The pulsing member inside him was freeing his heart of its secret burden. So many times he'd wanted to give the reins of control to Dais and let him do whatever he wished. He would for a time, but then the fears would kick back in and once more he'd take control, sometimes leaving the marks of his own insecurities on the body of his lover. Because of his own self-loathing, he'd inflict bruising on Dais' pale skin, and then he'd hate himself even more for his lack of self-control.

It felt oh so good to give up that control. This time he hadn't had a choice. His ravaged body began to shudder, and he gave in to the sensation, thrusting his hips back and forth, shoving Sekhmet deeper into himself.

No longer could he contain his voice and he cried out Sekhmet's name as he spilled his seed over the mayor's hand and onto the rug. The green haired man came seconds later, his control broken by Cale's constricting, convulsing body. Both were breathing heavily and remained still for a few seconds, trying to focus. Then Sekhmet stirred.

"You can take off your shirt now, Cale," he hissed. "Use it to wipe up the mess you left on the floor. Then leave." The mayor painfully withdrew, leaving Cale feeling empty and cheap, and went to lie on the bed.

The sheriff's face flushed with shame as his body obeyed Sekhmet's command. Then he quickly pulled on his trousers and grabbing his cum stained shirt, fled from the serpent's lair.

"Kento, luv? Could you do a little something for me?"

"Yeah, buddy. What do you want?"

Cye hoped Kento couldn't see the blush that spread across his face. "Would you…"

go with me in the bedroom…

"try this…"

and let me fuck you

"…cherry pie and tell me if it tastes okay? I'm trying something new and I wanted…"

you

"…to make something special for Sage and Ryo when they come home."

"Sure! Anything to get to sample your cooking!"

"Sit down and I'll get…"

Cye looked back at Kento and gasped. Kento had stuck his finger in the middle of the pie. "Kento, what are…" Then he stuck his finger in his mouth. Cye inwardly moaned and had to sit down. "Umm, can I get you…" Kento swirled his tongue around the end, licking the cherry sauce off his fingertip and making sure he got every drop. "Uh…a…fuck…uh, fork?" Cye shook his head. "Do you need a fork?"

Kento grinned. "No. Huh-uh. The metal sometimes makes cherry pie taste funny." He dipped two fingers into the pie, scooping up cherries, syrup, and crust. Cye practically fainted.

Kento moaned. "Oh, god, Cye…This is great." He noisily slurped on his fingers shoving them all the way to the back of his throat to get all of the syrupy sugar. Cye was mesmerized as he watched Kento's fingers move in and out of his mouth.

"Here, have some." Kento shoved the pie tin in his direction. Cye looked at the pie and then up at Kento who was still licking cherry filling off his fingers.

"Uh, all right." Cye rose and went to get a fork. Kento grabbed his arm as he stood up, getting some cherry filling on Cye's wrist.

"Huh-uh. Use your fingers."

Cye looked doubtfully at the warm pie. "I really should get a…"

"Trust me, Cye. It tastes better this way." Cye looked deep into Kento's eyes and decided to give it a try. He stuck two fingers into the pie. The filling was still warm, but not too hot. He tried to bring his fingers up to his mouth and not get any on the table. It was more difficult than it looked. Kento's caramel eyes staring at him didn't make things any easier, either.

"Really, Kento. This is just too messy." Cye searched for a napkin or something to wipe the cherries off. While he was preoccupied, Kento leaned forward wrapping his lips around the schoolteacher's outstretched fingers letting the tips touch the back of his tongue. He slowly licked the cherries off Cye's fingers letting his tongue swirl around the Brit's fingers as he scraped his top teeth over the sensitive pads and fingertips.

Cye's stomach did flips and those bloody butterflies were back.

Then he grabbed Cye's wrist and using his tongue, began wiping off the cherry filling he'd left there.

The Brit found it very hard to stay in his chair.

The mountain man stuck his fingers back in the pie and then held them up to Cye's lips. "Here. Taste," he breathed. The Brit couldn't resist. His pink tongue darted out of his mouth and teased the tips of Kento's fingers, lightly licking off the cherry sauce. He heard the big guy's sharp intake of breath when he nipped at the flesh offered to him. Enjoying the taste of Kento's skin and the sweet cherries, he ran his tongue up and down the outstretched fingers. He savored every inch. He wrapped his lips around Kento's cherry stained digits and began sucking on them to get every sugary drop.

Then the dark haired man pulled him to his feet and hungrily began devouring his mouth, his tongue pushing past Cye's lips. The Brit's knees went weak, and one of Kento's strong arms reached out to grab him and hold him up. Cye could taste the syrup on the big guy's lips, and the sweet tinge of cherries thrilled the Brit's senses. His body tingled, and he moaned into Kento's mouth.

Reluctantly, Kento broke off the kiss and stared into Cye's emerald eyes. "Now I have a favor to ask of you, little one," Kento said. He bent and whispered in Cye's ear, "Make me yours."