Chapter 2

I postponedmy plans to visit The Peking Empress that morning… but not my plans to see Harry.

"God I've missed you," he said as he opened the door to his Upper Wilde Side penthouse apartment overlooking the park. He was wearing nothing but a white bathrobe with a monogram of his initials on the lapel.

"You've missed me? God you're sweet. We only saw each other last night. We made love on your balcony."

He grinned. "Jog my memory."

With that he planted his lips on mine, kissing me as he dragged me into an apartment that gave luxury a new meaning. He had a crystal chandelier in the dining room, a grand piano with a silver candelabra perched on top of it in the living room, and one of those brand new electric pop-up toasters in the kitchen. He'd been planning to use it for breakfast that morning, but I guess time got away from us.

Pushing open the glass doors that led out onto his enormous sun-drenched balcony with its twelve-seater outdoor setting and potted conifer trees, Harry dragged me outside by the tie that wasn't destined to stay on for long. I was already twisting the buttons on my shirt and popping them open. There were no other buildings in sight from where we stood; Harry's penthouse sat atop the tallest apartment building overlooking the park. Nobody could see us unless they happened to be flying overhead, which pretty much meant that out here we were free to make love in the warm, open air without the eyes of the world on us.

So we did.

This was not the first time we'd made love. That night on the rooftop of Hart's nightclub—our bodies beaten and battered after that final encounter with Winnipeg Whitmore at Hell's Bells—we crossed the threshold. We were gentle with each other that night, like two schoolboys exploring each other's bodies for the first time. When we came, he breathed my name over and over into my ear. It was as though he was breathing new life into me.

Since that night, we had barely been able to keep our hands off each other. Our sex got rougher, more passionate, more daring. I worked out the places he liked me to touch him the most—his nipples, his earlobes, his balls—and he worked out there was nothing Buck Baxter loved more than a perfect piece of ass like his. When I wasn't groping, licking, or filling that ass, I was dreaming about it. There on his balcony, I wanted it so badly my dick ached.

Within moments my tie, shirt, shoes and trousers were off. The morning sun melted into my skin as Harry's lips made their way down my chin, my throat, and over the hair on my chest. I lifted my face to the sky and shut my eyes, groaning as his tongue left a cool, wet trail from my navel to my yearning cock. He took my dick in his mouth, sucking on it gently at first before his fist joined in the fun. As his head bobbed up and down on my cock, gaining speed in its rhythm with every suck, his fist squeezed and twisted the base of my thick shaft, winding me up into a horny frenzy.

I dropped my head and opened my eyes to watch.

I took his head in my hands and ran my fingers through his soft blond hair.

My stomach trembled and my groans turned to gasps as I felt my balls ascending, getting ready to blow. When the eruption came, I threw my head back again and thrust my dick as far down Harry's throat as it would go. I felt him suck as hard as he could, his lips forming a tight suction around the base of my cock while he drained the juice from my balls and drank the jets of cum down in three, four, five ravenous gulps.

I let out a loud, spent moan that sent pigeons flapping into the sky from the building's corner turrets.

Slowly Harry released my slicked, still-hard dick. He stood with his own cock—hard, thick and beautiful, with a slight upward tilt in its shaft—jutting out from under his robe, as though announcing its presence from between two curtains.

"How was that?" he asked, wiping his cum-glistening smile with his fingers and licking them clean. The sight of it made me harder than ever.

"I'd call it a good start."

Without a moment's hesitation, I slid my hands beneath the robe and threw it off his bare shoulders, revealing a body that belonged in the Ancient Sculptures wing of the Wilde Metropolitan Museum. I plunged my tongue deep into his mouth. I clasped the back of his neck with my right hand, my thumb and middle finger pressing hard against the bone just behind his right and left earlobes. I took his hip in my left hand, and moving forward I steered him one step at a time back toward the balcony wall, till his naked ass hit the brickwork.

The wall was just above waist height.

I kissed Harry one more time, then pulled my lips from his and spun him about. He gripped the top of the balcony wall with his hands and pushed his perfect ass out toward me. I slicked my fingers with saliva. I parted his cheeks and wet his passage, loosening him up nice and slow as he moaned contentedly. When I finally entered him, I felt his entire body tense, at least to start with, before he relaxed into me, moving his body back and forth in opposite thrusts to mine, my hips and his ass meeting, then parting, then meeting again. And again. Faster and faster.

I squeezed his shoulders as I fucked him.

I looked from the tousled hair on his head to the vast green park we overlooked. His back muscles tensed and his shining, perspiring flesh caught my eye again. I saw a bead of sweat run down his spine. I leaned forward and licked it up, and once again felt my loins about to burst.

At the same time, I heard him whisper, "I'm coming. Buck, I'm coming."

He wasn't even spanking his junk, not even touching it, and yet his unattended cock shot a wad of cum so huge it splashed against the bricks and smacked against the balcony pavers. A moment later I grunted and blew another load of my own, this time into his hot, wet ass, the muscles clenching tight around my dick as his own cock pumped out the last spurts of cum.

We groaned and panted in unison.

I gently slid from his body.

He turned around and we kissed again, breathing hard and heavy into each other's mouths.

We were still kissing when a giant shadow unexpectedly blocked the morning sun and the deafening drone of propellers filled the sky. Harry looked up first and I followed his gaze just in time to see one of the mighty airships in Howard Hart's Zephyr fleet rise in front of the balcony, flying so close to the building that we could see into the window of the cockpit.

"Shit," Harry whispered, grabbing my hand and hauling me back toward the penthouse doors as I gazed at what looked like Lucy Logan—or perhaps it was Lois—behind the wheel of the airship, with Howard Hart himself looking over her shoulder. Lois—or Lucy—winked at our naked asses as the airship flew beside the building. Mr. Hart, however, didn't look quite as amused.

As the ship passed, Harry pulled me inside and shut the door. Instantly he began pacing back and forth, angry and annoyed. "Goddammit," he cursed to himself. "I knew we shouldn't have done it out there. I knew my father was taking Lois out for a flying lesson today. He thinks it'll make for a great story, having a beautiful woman as one of his pilots. I'm so stupid to think they wouldn't fly over this morning."

"Relax," I told him, adding with a shrug, "So what if they saw us getting up to some hanky panky. Who cares? Trust me, you got nothin' to be ashamed of."

I tried to kiss him but he turned away. "That was my father up there. You don't know him like I do. You don't know him at all. Shame was his favorite form of punishment."

I tried to kiss him again, to ease his tension, relax him a little.

He turned again.

I didn't know what to say. I fetched my clothes from the balcony, returned to the living room and started dressing. I felt as though I'd been pushed away, and maybe even made to share a little of that shame myself. I didn't buy it. "If you wanna let your old man make you feel like shit, then suit yourself. I got a meeting to get to. Maybe I'll see you later."

Harry didn't answer. I buttoned up my shirt and threw my tie over my shoulders, then headed for the door. Before I walked out, he called back to me.

"Buck. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…"

I stood there for a moment as his words trailed away to nothing. "You and me had enough shame to deal with at the orphanage," I said to him. "Let's leave it behind. Let it go. Deal?"

Harry smiled at me and nodded. "Deal."

He came to the door and gave me a kiss. But it felt somehow different to the way he normally kissed me. It felt distant. Disconnected. Tainted with guilt.