Chapter Three #3
Poe was there for it too.
When he broke the kiss again, he stared into his eyes and that heat was crystal clear. Someone was going to burn up with lust if he didn’t have him.
“Can I show you?” he asked, knowing what he craved more than anything.
Poe simply nodded.
He wanted more and everything this man had. There was no way he wanted to miss a single thing.
“Yes, please, Gamble,” he said, his accent thick as the lust was in control. All he wanted was to be at this man’s mercy.
It had been days, and he missed the feel of his body in his.
As he stared at his man, Gamble was ready. There was nothing he wanted more than to enjoy Poe and build what they had begun in that grotto.
“Jump up,” he said, and Poe did, wrapping his legs around his hips. Someone was strong again, and in control so he was going to give his mate maximum pleasure.
Someone was cumming.
A few times.
Against his body, Poe was carried toward the massive bed, and when Gamble crawled onto the bed with him, he knew it was about to be a memory.
How did he know?
Maybe it was when Gamble wrapped Poe’s wrist in the one belt and secured it to the big post. All the kinky things came rushing to his mind, and in that moment, Poe wanted all of them.
Each.
One.
“Yes, please,” Poe moaned as Gamble pulled his belt off, and did the same thing to his other arm.
This might just kill him.
Poe was sure of it. No one in his whole dating life had ever bound him to a bed to have his wicked way with him, and he was there for it.
Well, there went the new Duke of Gordon as an incredibly erotic sex romp did him in. It was the best way to go out too.
Yeah, he wanted that on his tombstone in the family cemetery.
‘He died from fuckery and being manhandled by a hot Marine in their bed.’
This was turning into the best day of his life, minus the day they first had sex.
“You wanted all of me,” Gamble said, whispering in his ear, “and this is how I like to fuck.”
At the last word, Poe’s erection bobbed invitingly in his underwear.
He was here for the show, and he couldn’t wait for more.
When his arms were secured, Gamble moved to the foot of the bed, and began taking off his things. He needed to get naked, and fast. His whole body was singing with need, and this man was the reason.
Only, he warned him.
“Don’t panic,” Gamble said, out of the blue, and it clearly caught the other man off guard.
Poe lifted a brow.
“Why would I panic? You’re not leaving me here like this, right?” he asked, beginning to panic.
Gamble laughed.
“The only way I’m leaving you like that is after I fuck you a few times, and I need to get us water, so we don’t dehydrate. This is the hottest thing I’ve seen in…ever,” Gamble admitted, admiring Poe’s erection, and wanting to get his mouth, and hands, on it.
Poe calmed down.
“Then why would I…?” he began, but didn’t get to finish.
When Gamble took off his shirt, and Poe saw the horrible bruises all over his ribs, sides, and back from what happened back home, he did, indeed, freak out.
He gasped in horror.
Truth be told, Poe had almost forgotten that the man had been beaten and clearly, that continued after he was taken from him.
Von Donore’s men abused his body in ways that made Poe sick to his stomach.
“Oh, Gamble,” he whispered. “My poor man,” he said, tears in his eyes. “They hurt you when I left with that asshole.”
Oh, he could say that.
Only, he’d fully expected it. Had The Hunters not shown up, he would have died. They had planned on beating him to death.
And the idea that Poe was gone again made him not want to keep fighting.
Poe was his talisman in the fight, and without him…
He was done.
“I’m fine,” he said. “I don’t want you to feel guilty or retreat. I wouldn’t have even showed you if I didn’t need to get naked to have at my man.”
Poe stared at his body, and he fought that guilt. How could he not?
When he didn’t speak, Gamble went there.
“Are you going to be okay? Want my shirt on?” he asked, willing to call all of this off. This man had been through a lot in the last few days, and his face said it all.
Someone was fighting a battle.
Sex could wait.
Finally, Poe shook his head.
“No. I want them hunted down and hurt for doing that to you, but I know it’s not my fault. I’d never do that to your body. I’d never assault you.”
Gamble relaxed and knew he wouldn’t. Poe was a sweet, gentle man. He would never have to worry about being hurt.
When his hand went to his fly, he could see Poe’s dick throb in his underwear.
“Gamble, Mate, this is NOT the time to be a dick tease. Take it off. Take it all off,” he begged.
Yeah, they were back to this regularly scheduled fuckery.
Hot.
Damn.
When he dropped his pants, he took his boxers to the ground with them, and Poe was able to stare at his fully naked body.
Oh, he’d seen him in the grotto, but this was in the daylight. Poe was getting the full view, and it was fucking spectacular.
Holy.
Shit.
The man was covered in tattoos, and the new one he’d gotten to replace the one he’d burned off of Storm stood out, the proof that this man was a Marine to his core.
His very sexy core.
Gamble’s body was incredible, and he loved every inch of it.
As he climbed onto the bed, Poe was aroused in ways he’d never been before.
How could he not be?
There was a stark contrast between their skin. Gamble was naturally tan and covered in ink, and Poe was pale with nothing marring his flesh.
Yet, they worked well together.
“Yes, please,” Poe whispered, as Gamble got closer. “Have your way with me, Marine. Show me how Marines do it,” he added.
Gamble grinned.
“Oh, that’s the plan,” he said, kneeling between his thighs. “Bet on it.”
Then, he went to his dick, still housed in his boxer briefs, and caught his dick with his mouth through the material.
It.
Got.
Wet.
Poe moaned at the sensation of Gamble’s saliva wetting his underwear.
“Fuck. I don’t know what I did to get this, but thank freaking God,” he muttered, as his hips wanted to buck at the man’s mouth on his dick.
Poe was going to cum a lot.
He could already tell.
Gamble had that ‘I’m on a mission’ look on his face, and that meant he was likely going to conquer that man’s body.
Bless.
Him.
It was about to get wild in there.
As he tormented him, sucking the tip of his dick into his mouth, but keeping the material between them, Poe shook from the eroticism alone.
His arms were spread out, and he was at his mercy. There was no better place to be in his opinion. At a sexy Marine’s mercy was always a good time.
When he set him free, Gamble stared up his body and into his baby-blue eyes.
“How many times can you cum?” Gamble asked, desperately craving this man in ways he’d never felt before in his life.
“I don’t know. No one’s ever worn me out,” he stated simply.
Gamble grinned.
Oh, it was clear that he took that as a challenge, but that’s not what Poe had meant at all.
“No, Mate, I mean, most guys are one or two and that’s it. No one’s tested to see how much I can cum.”
He was still grinning.
Why?
That was one more thing that would be all his.
Forever.
Gamble may never be his first, but he’d be his best.
“Buckle up, Doctor. You’re about to be dehydrated for the rest of today and possibly tomorrow. I’m about to play on this playground like no one has before.”
Oh, God.
Poe was sure that this was going to kill him.
Bet.
On.
It.
Tearing open his boxer briefs, he shredded them down the middle, and Poe could barely breathe. He felt so helpless and craved all at one time.
Holy fuck.
He was already about to cum, and the man hadn’t even touched him flesh-to-flesh yet.
There was no doubt in Poe’s mind that someone knew how to fuck.
As he took Poe’s dick in his mouth, he blew him, and the man’s balls were already tucked up into his body. Poe was rock hard and struggling to hold on by the way he’d set this mating up.
It was good to know.
Someone liked a walk on the wild side, and Gamble was there for it.
This was sexual overload, and that was exactly what he wanted Poe to feel.
When Poe began fighting his bindings, and shifting on the bed, Gamble looked up.
“I’m already there,” Poe whispered, knowing it was the hot man tormenting him, and that he was tied to his bed. This was erotic as fuck, and he knew it.
Holy shit.
Poe was fighting to hold on.
Well, Gamble had bad news for him.
This was just the beginning of their little mating.
Instead of mercy, Gamble worked him hard, jacking him off as he played with the tip of his dick, the most sensitive spot on his body.
The whole time, Poe was moaning, and his body shook as he fought not to cum.
Only, he was not that strong.
This man was pushing him hard toward the edge, and he didn’t believe he’d be able to fight it off.
Not for much longer.
As he whimpered, he closed his eyes, and struggled not to take that tumble. It’s when Gamble stopped blowing him and said the words.
“Doctor, you’re mine to enjoy. You’re going to cum for me until I want to stop.”
And that did it.
Poe exploded, that sultry bossy voice reminding him that he was at his mercy, and it tore him from the edge.
There was no holding back as his dick erupted, and his balls emptied.
For the first time.
Only, Poe was still at his mercy.
He tugged on the belts, and was reminded that he was his prisoner until he was done satisfying that need.
Oh, what a way to go.
Sign.
Him.
Up.
As Gamble swallowed that first load of cum, he went right back to orally gratifying his man. He teased the tip, and played with his balls.
Poe whimpered.
“Oh, fuck me, Mate,” he muttered, already hard again.
Oh, well, if he insisted, but first, he wanted him to cum even more.
Using his tongue, and his fingers, he let them wander as they slid through the saliva that was dripping down his balls.
His body reacted, as his fingers circled his asshole.
“Please,” he begged, needing that. He needed Gamble taking him. “Just fuck me. I need your cock,” he stated.
Gamble stared up at him, and he was so goddamn hard himself, that he could pound nails.
Only, he took his time.
He continued blowing him, and when he knew Poe was so close, but fighting him, he slipped his fingers, four of them into his ass and shocked him.
He exploded, cum rupturing from him, and being caught in his lover’s mouth.
That need took him over the edge as he and Gamble experimented with what got them both off. Apparently, Poe liked being bound to a bed with a hot Marine driving him wild.
Yeah, Poe was in heaven and hell.
The bottom line was that he was at the man’s mercy, and he loved it.
When he opened his eyes, Gamble moved up his body, and kissed him.
What Poe didn’t expect was a mouthful of his own cum, but he got it.
And it made his dick go hard all over again.
Someone was a little too good at this, and Poe was freaking grateful for whomever taught him to be like this in bed.
It.
Was.
Hot.
He swallowed, and stared up at Gamble when he broke the kiss.
“Fuck me,” he begged, again.
“Get me wet, Doctor. I want to be nice and slick with your saliva before I take your ass.”
Poe didn’t hesitate.
He opened his mouth on command, and craved the taste of his mate’s dick down his throat.
Gamble straddled his body, and he slipped his erection into his mouth, and fucked his face.
It was brutal, and the whole time, Poe relaxed into it, opened his throat, and got so turned on by this man.
Oh, he loved this side of him, and to be honest, he loved how he could be free with Gamble. He wasn’t the Duke of Gordon now.
He was Gamble’s man.
Oh, and he never wanted him to put this erotic version of Gamble away.
EVER.
This was the Gamble he craved. There was something about being manhandled by a tatted-up Marine.
Jesus.
H.
Christ.
Today was the best day of his life.
Above him, Gamble was struggling.
“Fuck, Doctor, but your mouth,” he moaned as his saliva slicked dick went all the way down his throat until his balls touched Poe’s chin.
When he kept it buried, and Poe looked up at him, he was honest. “Can I fuck you how I want?” he asked.
Poe blinked, and when Gamble slipped from his throat, there was a long line of saliva from his lips to his erection.
“Fuck, yes! Just fuck me!” he begged.
Gamble went back down his body, and lifted his hips. When he shoved pillows under him, he was at the perfect level.
Only, he didn’t fuck him.
No.
He played with him, destroying the man’s control. Poe was wild, and his hips were bucking as Gamble stroked his erection.
“If I die, know I went happy and horny as fuck,” he muttered, as Gamble toyed with his balls by sucking one, and then the other, into his mouth.
This was all incredible to Gamble. All he was doing was giving Poe exactly what he’d want.
And it was working.
The man was shouting his name, and his body was alive with lust.
He did this to him.
Gamble wasn’t broken.
He was fixed and whole.
When Poe came again, the next load of cum shooting across his own abs, Gamble still didn’t let up. He held his balls in a death grip, as he licked the cum from his body.
Poe was lost in the pleasure.
His eyes were blurry with orgasm, and he couldn’t even think.
“Doctor, I fantasized about doing this to you,” Gamble whispered as he lapped his way up his body.
Honestly, Poe couldn’t breathe.
This man owned his libido, and his balls.
“I would watch you in your tweed sportscoat, and your freshly pressed khaki pants, and want what was under them.”
Poe whimpered.
For the life of him, he couldn’t imagine why this incredibly sexy man was attracted to him, but he was grateful he was.
“The things I wanted to do with you,” he admitted, putting his lips by his ear.
When he told him, Poe moaned at the picture in his head. Gamble wanted to tie him up like this and fuck him for hours while he was at his mercy?
Hell.
Yes.
This was the highlight of his life.
“I dreamed about keeping you like this all night, and taking your ass whenever I wanted it, Doctor. I wanted to keep you bound to the bed as I fucked you all I craved.”
Poe whimpered.
“Please, Gamble,” he begged. “If you don’t fuck me, and hard, I’m going to die,” he admitted. “I want your cock.”
That one word sent the heat up in the room.
It was fucking time.
Because he was in the perfect spot, and his dick was still wet, Gamble slipped into him in one long, rough stroke, and Poe came again, exploding on his chest at the sheer thickness and force the man entered him.
The Marine was still holding his balls in a death grip, refusing to let them free, and that didn’t help the situation.
It was the longest orgasm of his life, and Poe knew why.
Gamble was good at fucking.
Storm’s loss was now Poe’s gain.
As his man came, Gamble watched as his dick sprayed his chest with his cum, and Gamble leaned down to lick it from one of his nipples.
He was buried in his tight ass, and there was no other place that he wanted to be.
When he bit one of his little pert nipples, Poe reacted, and he knew they had to be incredibly sensitive.
His were like that too.
When Poe opened his eyes, he was honest.
“I don’t know if I can cum again,” he admitted. The man’s dick was throbbing in his ass, and he’d already cum more than he ever had during sex.
Gamble didn’t give up.
“Well, Doctor, it looks like we’re going to find out,” he admitted, as he began moving.
His hips took over, and they had a mind of their own as they fucked him good.
He was slipping in and out of his ass, lubricated from the man’s saliva.
For the next one, it would be his cum.
Since Gamble had yet to cum, he was rock hard, and ready to blow.
In fact, he couldn’t wait.
“Oh, Doctor, your ass,” he muttered, as he was above him, thrusting in and out of Poe as the man whimpered, and writhed beneath him.
He still refused to let his balls go, but instead, kept them on a very short leash.
For his pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” Poe whispered as there was a kiss of pain as his man controlled his fucking. His balls ached all over again, as his ass was pummeled.
This was perfection.
Their first time in bed was more than memorable.
It was legendary.
Poe needed more. He needed all.
“Right there, Mate. That’s the spot,” he admitted, as his body began shaking. “I’m going to cum,” he whispered. “Oh, fuck me, Gamble. Fuck me harder,” he said, needing to be pushed over the edge as his sexual prisoner.
Gamble was right there with him.
His balls ached, and he was on the cusp of losing it too. In fact, he was just about done.
“Come on, Poe. Cum for me. Show me how bad you want to cum,” he said, his hips destroying the man’s control as he fucked him hard.
Poe couldn’t breathe, but he knew with that last hit to that sensitive spot inside him, one thing was going to happen.
He.
Was.
Done.
He exploded apart, his body rocked by the pleasure of the man’s cock.
That’s when Gamble lost control, and he, too, exploded. The heat that ruptured from his body filled Poe, and he could feel that slickness coating his dick.
Oh, he felt damn good.
When he caught his breath, he stayed dick deep in the man’s ass, and he knew once wasn’t enough for him. He was addicted to taking this man.
So he’d keep going.
Going up on his knees, he smiled wickedly.
When Poe opened his eyes, he wasn’t sure he’d cum anymore.
“One more,” Gamble insisted, starting to move. His cum was the lubrication, and Poe was his sexy plaything.
Poe moaned, and his body was wracked with so much pleasure. Someone knew how to fuck, and he was infinitely grateful of that.
“I can’t,” he whispered. “I have nothing left,” he borderline begged. “Please.”
That was until he was reminded of who was driving the bus, and whose balls were caged in the man’s fingers.
“Oh, God!” Poe shouted, as Gamble gave him a squeeze to remind him that there was no way he was stopping.
Above him, he enjoyed the sexy red flush that had crept up Poe’s body.
Because he was enjoying that renewed sense of self, he leaned down, and bit Poe on the neck, giving him one hell of a hickey.
The man whimpered.
He loved that feeling of Gamble marking him.
He.
Was.
His.
“Please,” Poe whispered. “Again,” he begged, and his mate complied, but this time, he bit his nipple, making Poe’s body buck off of the bed in pain.
And countless pleasures.
Oh, there was no doubt that Gamble had one more in him, and since he definitely did, he’d get the man to cum one way or another.
They were going over together.
“Tell me what you like,” Gamble said, and Poe obeyed.
“I love you fucking me. God. I can’t live without your cock, Gamble,” he whispered, not even ashamed. “I need it again. Fuck me again.”
Oh, well, he would.
You didn’t cum without your partner when you were driving the pleasure bus.
Not in his world.
Only, Gamble wanted to change it up.
Reaching up, he undid Poe’s wrists, and saw the disappointment.
It made him grin.
“Oh, don’t worry, Doctor. We’re just changing positions,” he admitted, and then rolled, putting Poe above him, but still controlling his wrists behind his back.
Poe couldn’t think.
He was riding Gamble’s thick cock, and his hands were still trapped but this time, behind his back.
“Ride me,” he told Poe. “I want you to milk my cock for the next load.”
In all of his life, no one had ever spoken like that to him.
And he liked it.
Oh, God.
He wanted to be Gamble’s cum slut in the worst way.
Without hesitation, he began bouncing on his dick, giving his man what he wanted.
Control.
The whole time, Poe’s dick was back to the upright position, and he was on the cusp of losing another load of cum. There was something so hot about how Gamble was watching him.
Jesus.
He never wanted to stop having sex with him.
When he slammed down hard, both men moaned, and it felt so damn good to be stuffed full of Gamble’s erection.
He was thick and long.
And perfect.
“Come on, Doctor,” he said, slapping him on the bare ass. “Make me cum or you’re riding all night long.”
Poe had news for him.
That wasn’t really a threat.
When Gamble pulled down on the belts, and it made Poe’s body bow out, Gamble released his balls to jerk him off.
Oh, and he was rough.
His fist decimated Poe’s control, and he was so sore and desperate to cum again.
“Please,” he begged.
Grabbing his hips, he released the belts that were binding Poe’s hands.
“Jerk off for me,” Gamble said, keeping Poe still.
The man moaned, but did as he asked. The whole time, he stared into Gamble’s eyes, and didn’t look away. When he got closer to the edge, he warned him.
“I’m about to cum,” he said, and Gamble took over, lifting and dropping the man down his dick until he did cum all over Gamble’s chest.
It pushed the man over the edge to feel that hot wet cum kiss his skin, and he exploded again in Poe’s ass.
Jesus.
That was hot.
Now, he was out of breath, and exhausted.
Pulling Poe to his side, he slipped free from his body, and spooned the man. Pressed together, they both got very messy.
At first, no one spoke. It was when Poe finally broke the silence that Gamble heard pure exhaustion in his voice.
“Gamble,” Poe whispered. “So tired,” he admitted.
He wasn’t surprised.
The man likely hadn’t slept well, overwhelmed with the stress of the situation.
“Shhhh,” he said. “Take a little nap. I’m here. I’ll watch over you,” he promised.
That sounded so…perfect.
When he closed his eyes, he felt a blanket being pulled over him, and his head was on his bicep. Poe could feel the thumping of his heart as he rested on an artery.
It was perfect.
When the bed moved, Gamble glanced over, and Rufus had found his way onto the bed, cuddling against his legs.
And Gamble laid there.
While he should be thinking about how good the sex had just been, he wasn’t.
No.
He was hyper fixated on something completely different. Gamble was thinking about where the freaking crypto code could be, and how long until Von Donore went after Poe.
Again.
He knew it was only a matter of time.
How?
Oh, call it a hunch.
Von Donore would regroup, and as soon as he did, he was going to call out the dogs.
On Poe.
All over again.