Stormy Glenn - Tasty Treats, Volume 3

«Fine, Jim, if that's what you want. I'll be here until this thing with Nate is over,» he said as he turned back toward the door.

«And then?» Jim asked.

Donovan turned to look back at Jim. «And then I go home.»

Jim watched Donovan walk out of the room, more confused than he could ever remember being in his life. His mate was a man. A damn sexy man, but a man nonetheless. How was he supposed to deal with that?

His brother being gay never bothered him. Maybe because he always knew he was, too. He just didn't think he had the nerve to live as openly as Joe did, but whatever. It was Joe's life. He could do what he wanted with it. And Nate seemed to make him damn happy. So, who was Jim to argue about it?

Him being gay was another story. Jim had never dated a man, let alone kissed one. He had wanted to, but after Joe had come out as gay, Jim had seen what he went through with their friends and family. He never wanted to go through that.

So, he had pretended all of his life he was straight, even dating women on occasion. Jim knew how to elicit a sexual response from a woman, and he knew what he liked, but would it be the same when it was two men together?

Hell, who was he kidding? He was so out of his depth right now, he might as well be on the moon. He wasn't going to be the only one confused by all of this, though. His parents already had one gay son. They were going to shit purple kittens when they found out about Donovan.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, and to get rid of the raging hard-on pressing against his zipper, Jim started for the door. No matter how confused or horny he was right now, he still had a job to do.

Just as he reached the door, however, it swung open. Jim looked up in surprise to see Donovan standing there, a fierce look on his face. «Donovan, what-«

Jim's words were muffled when Donovan took a step forward, shutting the door behind him before reaching for Jim, his arms going around his waist to pull him closer as his lips descended over his.

Jim was frozen, unmoving for a moment, shocked at actually kissing another man intimately before the erotic feeling of Donovan's lips on his overwhelmed him. He grabbed onto Donovan, wrapping his arms around his neck. Oh god, this was why he was gay!

His lips parted and he allowed Donovan entrance, groaning as their tongues met for the first time. He tasted sweet, just like Jim thought that a mate should taste. Jim's body trembled a little as he realized what he was thinking. Donovan was a man and at the moment, Jim didn't care. He could go on kissing Donovan for hours.

He felt Donovan urge him backwards, guiding him until the desk came up behind him. But Donovan didn't stop until Jim was lying back on the desk, his larger body covering his. Jim looked up at Donovan in bewilderment as he lifted his head.

He was shocked to see that Donovan's deep hazel eyes had turned a dark coppery brown. They were smoldering with desire as Donovan gazed down at him. Donovan's lips were red and swollen, slightly parted. His chest rose and fell with his rapid breathing. He looked delicious.

Jim wanted more. He wanted everything Donovan had to give, and then some. His mate looked down at him with desire in his eyes and he wanted more, much, much more.

«Donovan,» Jim whispered as he pulled Donovan's lips back down to his, attacking his mouth the moment their lips met. Jim's cock hardened even more as he heard Donovan groan. Oh god, he could hear that sound for the rest of his life and never get tired of it.

Jim was so immersed in kissing Donovan that he jumped, startled when he felt Donovan's hands grab his ass through his jeans. He opened his eyes when Donovan quickly lifted his head to look down at him in query. Jim grinned, parting his legs to let Donovan's body settled against his hard erection before pulling his head back down.

When Donovan's hand moved around to cup his cock through his jeans, Jim thought he was going to come right there and then. He never felt so alive in his life, so close to the edge of an orgasm. He just knew that if Donovan would touch him a little more, kiss him a little harder, he would come.

Reaching down with his hand, he pushed Donovan's out of the way and quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down, thankful that he hadn't had any clean boxers that morning when Donovan's hand immediately encircled his cock and began stroking him.

Jim tore his lips away from Donovan's, looking up at him in desperation as he panted heavily. «D-Donovan, need more,» he pleaded in a husky voice, his hand brushing against the hard ridge of Donovan's pants.

Dark, copper eyes stared down at Jim for just a moment before Donovan reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, grabbing both of their cocks in his large hand. Jim's eyes nearly rolled back in his head when Donovan started stroking them together. The feel of his hot skin against his made Jim's breath hitch in his throat.

He reached upward and pushed Donovan's shirt up to his neck, his fingers going to his nipples to pull and twist them. He could hear Donovan's small moan at his action, feel it in the quickening of his strokes, the way his lips latched onto the skin on his neck.

As Donovan's teeth raked across the soft skin between his neck and shoulder, Jim knew that he wanted Donovan to bite down, to sink his long canines in and claim him as his mate. But, he knew if Donovan did that, there would be no going back for either of them.

Once Donovan claimed him, they would be mates forever. There would be no one else for either of them. Still, he couldn't remember ever wanting anything so much in his life. Just the thought that his mate was that close to claiming him…

Jim opened his mouth to beg Donovan to take him, to claim him, but all that came out was a long groan as his cock exploded, shooting spurt after spurt of pearly white cream all over Donovan's hand and their stomachs.

As the air left his lungs, Jim heard Donovan cry out above him, his creamy release mixing with Jim's as he came, burying his face in his neck as his chest heaved. Jim rubbed Donovan's back until he finally lifted his head to look down at him.

His face showed his wonderment at what had just happened between them, then slowly faded away to be replaced by a stone cold mask of nothing. Jim suddenly felt very vulnerable. Donovan looked like he could not have cared less about what had just happened between them, something that Jim felt had been life altering.

He suddenly wished he was anywhere other than where he was, laying on a desk with jeans undone, his spent cock hanging out, and cum smeared all over his stomach. Especially since the man that had just shook his world was standing up and fixing his jeans, looking down at him like he could not have cared less who he was.

Jim quickly stood up and shoved his cock back into his jeans and zipped them up. He reached over and grabbed a couple of napkins and wiped of his stomach and tossed them in the trash before turning back to face Donovan.

But Donovan was already walking away toward the door. Jim reached a hand toward him, wanting to call him back, but quickly lowered it when he remembered the look of disinterest on Donovan's face.

He felt something break in his chest when Donovan reached the door and turned to look back at him, his eyes raking coldly over Jim's body. «I think this proves that sex isn't going to be a problem between us. Remember that when you decide if you're going to keep me or not.»

Jim was devastated as Donovan turned and left the room without another word. This had all been about proving a point? Donovan hadn't been overcome by being with his mate, claiming his mate. He had just been trying to prove a point?

Jim didn't know if he ever felt more used before in his life. Was this how things were going to be between them? Jim didn't even know if this was just Donovan's way of proving something or if he was normally like that. If he was, Jim wasn't sure he wanted to be mated, no matter how sexy the man was.