Never Call Me a Bitch

Day chastised himself when he checked the time on his cell phone for the hundredth time in three hours. When he’d left home he’d gone and sat in Starbucks, reading the latest issue of Guns & Ammo for about an hour while trying to plan what he wanted to do today since his previous plans were abruptly canceled.

He figured he’d visit his mom for a little while before riding to his favorite gun range and firing off a few rounds. Day didn’t mind riding an hour to Carl’s range because the man would let Day shoot everything from M16s to .50 caliber assault rifles. Day had one time fired a gun so powerful it had almost dislocated his shoulder… he fucking loved it. That would keep his mind off his lover.

He’d been home since around seven and was shocked to see it was after ten and God still wasn’t home. He could only assume the extended length of the meant it was going well. He’d broken down and checked the track-your-lover app an hour ago just to be sure things hadn’t gone to shit and God wasn’t off somewhere stewing in his own anger.

Day was trying to concentrate on painting the tiny yellow strip on the back fender of the Ford Rod he was almost finished building when he heard God’s truck pull up. Day put the paintbrush in the cup of water and got up from his desk. He could hear God coming up the stairs as he pulled the sheets back to get in the bed. He made quick eye contact with him when he walked through the door and assumed the smile he wore from ear to ear meant his visit went very well.

“Looks like things are good,” Day said casually. “I’m happy for you.”

“Things were better than good, sweetheart. My mom was so happy to see me. She made me raisin bread, and she even popped me in the head a few times when I told her I’d pissed you off. She wants to meet you real soon, sweetheart,” God said breathlessly around all his excitement.

“I’m looking forward to it,” Day said climbing in bed.

“Oh come on, Leo, you can’t still be mad at me.” God huffed. When Day still didn’t speak, God threw his hands up. “Okay, fine. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I’m sorry, all right. There. Does that make you happy now, or do I have to go out and by you some fuckin’ flowers and candy and shit? Stop acting like this. I had a good day, babe, and I want to fuck you.” God dropped his voice low.

“I have a headache and don’t feel like having sex… since you’re dating a bitch. Good night, Cashel.” Day flicked the switch on the lamp by his side of the bed; putting them in total darkness. Day pulled the covers up, turned his back to God, and willed himself to go to sleep.

Day woke up before five a.m. and was pissed when he couldn’t go back to sleep. Although his back was to him, he could tell God was also awake by his breathing. Day finally got sick of lying there and got out of bed. He slid his leather slippers on and went downstairs. Day got the paper off the front step and went to the kitchen for coffee. He was in the den watching Food Network, sipping his second cup when he had an urge to go back upstairs and climb back in bed with God.

This was bullshit. This was a stupid fight they were having and he wanted it over. Day was sure there would be real shit for them to fight about in the future, they didn’t need to waste time on crap like this. But still… Day didn’t move. Around seven, Day was back in the kitchen and cutting himself a grapefruit when God stomped into the kitchen looking like a speared bull. He wore only his pajama pants that were riding so low that Day could see most of his pubic hair. God’s soft curls were disheveled and tucked behind each ear. Damn, he looked fucking delicious.

“Leo, come here.” God turned; heading into the den, the large, roaring, lion head on his muscular back a reminder of who was in charge. God turned back around slowly. “I swear, get your ass in this fucking den, Leo,” God said through clenched teeth when Day still hadn’t moved.

Day saw the vein on God’s neck bulge and recede as he shot daggers at him. Day abandoned his fruit and followed God into the den. God picked up the remote and flicked off the TV, giving them complete silence, and settled his large frame on the ottoman before beckoning him over.

Day walked over to him and saw God point to his lap. Day gave him a fuck-you look right before he was pulled forward and forced to straddle God’s lap.

His lover looked at him and wrapped his arms around him before speaking. “Leo, this shit were doing right now is over. I fucked up and said some shit that was unnecessary, but I’m not going to kiss your ass for days over it. I apologized last night and I meant it. I apologize now, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I get a little agitated when I feel out of control and I lash out sometimes, but I’ll definitely try to check myself and not disrespect you. Now you’re mine and I refuse to have another night like last night. You belong in my arms when I’m asleep, got it?” God finished by slapping Day's hip.

Day didn’t have a chance to respond because God grabbed a handful of his hair and slammed his mouth over his, stealing away any rebuttal Day may have said.

Day’s dick quickly betrayed him, filling painfully at God’s tongue darting in and out of his mouth. The taste of minty toothpaste and a sexy manly flavor that was all God was smeared across his lips, and Day licked at it greedily.

“Good. Now fuck me and show me how much you missed my arms around you last night.” God’s baritone drawl had Day standing to drop his pajama pants and briefs to the floor. He grabbed the lube from the drawer in the coffee table and settled back on top of that large lap.

Day and God’s tongues battled while he lubed two of his own fingers and pressed one into his hole. “Oh fuck.” Day breathed into God’s mouth.

“Feels good, huh?” God reached around and settled his hand on top of Day’s, feeling him fuck his own fingers. “That’s so damn sexy.” God took his middle finger and pressed it to Day’s lips.

Day sucked God’s thick finger into his mouth and moaned deeper, knowing exactly where that blunt tip was getting ready to go. Day’s hungry hole clenched with anticipation. God slowly withdrew his slick finger and mixed some of his own spit to it before he reached around to Day’s ass. Day already had two of his fingers inside scissoring him. He felt God’s finger adding pressure and pushing in beside his.

“Oh fuck,” Day groaned at the added burn. God’s fingers were thick and long.

Day pulled his fingers out and let God’s finger slip in, his lover immediately going for that spot that would make his back arch.

“Fuck. Right there.” Day rocked back and forth on God’s finger.

“You’re so damn sexy.” God licked up Day’s chest and alternated between sucking hard on each pierced nipple. God twirled the black barbells between his teeth and flicked the tiny pebbled buds, driving them both insane. God looked at the now red nubs and used his thumb to stimulate them more while he watched Day’s face.

“Now,” Day growled.

God lubed his cock slowly while watching Day.

“This what you want, babe?” God stroked from the base to the bulbous head that was dark red with heat that seemed to be calling for Day’s hot channel.

“You wanted my dick last night too, didn’t you?” God gave him a sexy smirk while he lined his cock up with Day's hole.

“I want you all the time. Now stop all this goddamn talking and give it to me,” Day said, impatiently trying to impale himself on God’s shaft, his hole pulsing to be filled. God had one hand at the base of his cock steadying it for him. Day sank down onto all that thickness, his aching ass opening and swallowing his lover’s dick in one quick move.

Day sucked in a sharp breath and sank down completely until his ass cheeks were on God’s thighs.

God released the sexiest groan from so deep within that huge chest that Day felt it vibrate his own body.

“Fuck, Leo. So fucking tight.” God’s chin was tucked into his chest watching the connection of their bodies. Both hands on the perfect “V” that shaped Day’s pelvis.

Day locked his arms around the back of God’s neck and held on while he rocked his hips back and forth, grinding their pelvises together.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God. You’re so damn deep.” Day breathed. He kept himself fully seated while he gyrated like a striper doing a lap dance, and he could tell that it was driving his big lover crazy.

God’s head lolled back on his shoulders, his mouth set in a hard grimace, his brows scrunched together with concentration. “You sexy bastard.” God held his hands loosely on Day’s hips, letting him wind and grind freely until Day began to pick up the pace. God dropped his forehead to Day’s shoulder and murmured a bunch of nonsense while biting and grunting his cries into the muscle. Day wanted to pump his fist at the victory.

“Yeah. Say I’m your man,” Day ordered, snapping his hips back and forth in fast, vicious motions.

“Ohhhh, fuuuuck.” God panted as his hips were rocked back and forth by Day’s powerful thrust.

Day brought both feet up to place flat on the ottoman for leverage and began to rise and fall on God’s rigid cock. He rose until God’s cock head was all the way out before slamming back down, his ass slapping God’s thighs… and then again… and again.

“Shit,” God yelled. “You’re my man, yes, fuck. This is your cock, baby. Fuck it, fuck it!”

Day bounced up and down until God was yelling he was about to come. Day dropped his legs back to the floor and ground his hot ass against God’s pelvis again. God’s dick went concrete hard and pulsed inside him, waves of hot come searing his channel.

God’s head was thrown back in ecstasy and Day squeezed and released his walls repeatedly.

God groaned long and deep. “Fuck yeah. Milk my dick. Mmm, fuck,” God said, trying to hold Day’s hips in place.

Day knocked God’s hands off his waist, making God laugh a deep throaty chuckle. “You got something to prove to me, sweetheart, huh?” God mocked him.

Day leaned in and bit God’s neck, sucking up a deep welt. God’s strong hand was on his cock, starting to pump him with fast, determined strokes. Day slapped God’s palm off his cock. He stood up, his legs still straddling God’s wide body. He walked forward, forcing God to lie back, and prop himself on his elbows.

Day looked down at him with a possessive snarl and began to pump his cock with lightning-fast strokes, his wrist twisting when he got to the head. Day grunted and snapped his hips with his movements. God’s eyes narrowed as he watched him closely. Day looked into God’s bright green eyes and slowed his thrust just enough to reach back and scoop his man’s come to lubricate his calloused palm. God sucked in a sharp breath and leaned in to lick Day’s stomach.

“So fucking hot,” God confessed.

“Mine,” Day moaned and lowered his body so he was almost sitting on God’s chest. He pumped furiously. Day fumbled for one of God’s hands and placed it between his legs on his drawn-up sack. “Squeeze my balls,” Day commanded.

“Oh you motherfucker,” God watched his man in fascination.

God had Day’s balls in a viselike grip, tugging them downward, the pain erotically sweet. Day threw his head back as his orgasm tingled at the base of his spine. His shaft throbbed in his palm; his thighs trembled with the intensity of his need to come. “Pull my balls… uuugh… fuck! Pull’em! Uuuugh, harder. I’m coming! Fuuuuck!” Day’s body jerked violently.

“Can a bitch do this?” he hissed.

He grabbed a handful of God’s silky curls and pulled, making him tilt his head back and show his throat. Day’s senses snapped, turning feral. Day growled with the animalistic urge to leave a large bite mark on his man. Day bowed forward as his cock’s first eruption of a thick, white rope of come hit God’s Adam’s apple, followed by much more painting his lover’s neck and cheek. Day pulled slow, firm strokes up to his head before dragging back down until he was completely emptied.

“Mmmhmm. I’m yours, sweetheart,” God said, giving him a sexy grin.

“Fucking right you are,” Day said while he kissed and licked God’s face clean.