35 Cutter #2
“Yeah, yeah. I think you’re overestimating my influence over him. This thing we have is uncharted territory for both of us.”
“You seem to be more comfortable with it.”
I guess I am. Which is probably why my mouth overruns my brain when I blurt out, “I took him home this weekend.” Just busted open that can of worms.
Daryl’s eyes widen. “To your mom’s?”
“Yeah. Callum was there.”
“How’d that go?”
“I now know why he did what he did, even though it’s still messed up.”
“Did you hit him?”
I grin. “No. Tempted, but it was my mom’s birthday.”
“I swear I wanted to tell you about her back then.”
I know who he means and wave him off. “He told me how he threatened you. Jesus, I know he’s my brother and I can acknowledge I love him in spite of that, but sometimes I wonder what he uses for brains.”
“I guess you know now why I stopped speaking to him except on the field.”
“This whole thing is fucked up.” He snickers and shakes his head. “What,” I ask.
“I’m just wondering how you explained Aubie.”
“I told them the truth.”
“Which is?” he prompts.
“He’s my boyfriend.”
“You said that?” I nod. “And how did that go?”
I shrug. “It’s weird. They acted like it was no big deal. My mom said she was happy for me. Naturally Callum asked if he’d ruined me for women.”
“Dick.”
“Yeah, but we knew that.”
He shakes his head. “I can’t get over how fast you’ve gotten comfortable with all this. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re usually more…”
“I believe deliberate is the word you’re looking for,” I snark.
“No, I was going to say indecisive. At least since you stopped playing ball.”
“Life’s too short for that.”
“For that attitude alone, this relationship has my seal of approval.” Daryl stands and heads toward the door. “Come on, let’s go out front and audition Aubie’s replacement. I want your informed opinion.”
“Why mine?” I ask, following him.
“You’ve seen the best up close and personal. Who else would I ask?”
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Thanks to Daryl’s talk about fetish clubs and Aubie’s sexual prowess, my dick is half hard the rest of the night.
Aubie asked me once how kinky I was. Now I’m wondering the same thing about him, and it’s got all sorts of deviant images swirling around my head.
By the time I get to his place after work, I’m as feral as a wild beast.
I don’t know if he’s psychic or can read the lust in my eyes, but his lips curl up in a wicked grin when he opens the door.
“Fuck me, baby.”
I close the distance between us and kick the door shut behind me, smashing my lips into his while my hands circle his waist to clench his ass. We stumble across the foyer to smack against the wall while I grind my rapidly stiffening cock against him.
“Mmph, baby, what got into you?” he gasps.
“I want to play with you before I fuck you senseless.”
He moans and writhes in my arms. “Now you’re speaking my language.”
I rip his shirt off without unbuttoning it and zero in on his nipple, drawing it into my mouth and gnawing on it.
He squirms and moans, his hands fisting my hair, his own cock growing hard against my leg.
He pushes my jacket off then his hands slide down to my waistband to open my pants.
Clothes hit the floor so fast I think I dreamed it and finally I have his bare skin against mine.
As good as it feels to rub my cock against his I can’t stop kissing him. I’m so addicted to his taste. If I could, I would inhale him. The kiss goes on and on, our tongues battling like warriors.
“What kind of game did you have in mind?” he asks when we finally break apart to breathe.
“Surprise me.”
He smirks. “Be careful what you wish for.”
“Show me your worst.”
“This is going to be fun.”
He grabs my hand and drags me through the house to his bedroom. Once there, he pushes me down on the bed then opens the drawer of the nightstand and pulls out a red silk scarf.
“Do you trust me?”
My mouth goes dry. Do I? I know I said I wanted this, but now that I’m faced with it, am I going to chicken out?
No. This is the new Cutter.
“Um…sure.”
He studies me for a moment while running the scarf through his fingers, then grins. “Good enough.”
I hold my breath while he wraps the scarf over my eyes and ties it behind my head. And just like all the insecurities I’ve harbored about this relationship resurface. I clench my fists and force myself not to rip the blindfold away.
“Relax, Cutter,” Aubie’s voice purrs into my ear. “I promise you’re going to enjoy this.”
Without my sight, everything is amplified. The air whispers across my flesh. His voice in my ear is like a soft caress. I crave the heat of his body as he leans close and orders, “Get on your hands and knees and crawl to the middle of the bed.”
I balk at his tone, but my cock is apparently all in. I didn’t know it was possible for it to get harder. I do as he says then hear him walk away and come back. Hear him rummage in the drawer.
I don’t know what he’s doing, but I wish he’d do it over here. I can feel his eyes on me. The heat of his stare. Can feel my cock leaking, the air cooler on the wet skin.
I need his touch, and still he doesn’t move. My body quivers with anticipation.
Then finally, the bed dips. He climbs on and positions himself behind me. Hours pass. Okay, maybe it was minutes. It feels like forever.
My heart stutters while I wait. My breath short. Nerves taut. Head running all sorts of crazy scenarios. What is he going to do?
I swallow a desperate whine.
Please do something.
I’d like to say I caused it with my mind, but I don’t care about the reason why he decides at that moment to move. All I care about is the single finger that traces a featherlight line from my neck down my spine to the crack of my ass. I arch my back and tremble from head to toe.
“More,” I whimper.
His finger circles my hole and after a moment I realize I’m pushing back against it. Urging him deeper. He moves lower, massaging my balls until I can feel them drawing up. I’m lost in the sensations, my body one raw nerve. I need his hands on me, everywhere and anywhere.
When he pulls away, I growl in frustration.
The slap shocks me right out of my head, the sound echoing through the room. Sudden and brutal, it got the attention of every cell in my body. The moan that leaves my throat has a life of its own.
My ass cheek burns, the pain radiating out.
And yet my rock hard cock throbs with need.
“Naughty, naughty Cutter.”
I should wonder why I slip so easily into the role, but I can’t be bothered at this moment.
Yes, punish me.
He blows softly on the heated skin of my ass and my vision cuts out. My body ripples with goosebumps.
Definitely not ready when he slaps the other cheek.
The burn spreads, the heated skin practically steaming in the cool air.
Before I can recover from that, his warm wet tongue slides across my flesh, awakening a new pleasure center in my brain. At this point, it’s become a swirling carnival of sensations. I’ll do whatever he says. Just keep doing what you’re doing to me.
Then he bites my ass.
Hard.
I’m sure he didn’t break the skin, but this was no love nip. And a new pain is added.
My whole world is now centered below my waist.
“Ready for more?” he asks.
Am I? There’s a fire building deep in my gut. A hunger like I’ve never known.
I swallow and nod my head. “Yes.”
“I’m going to give you a safe word. Petunia. Say it if you want me to stop. Understand?”
I’ve never done anything where I needed a safe word. I can’t suppress a shiver. “Yes.”
After a moment, something cool trails across my back and down to my ass. There’s no warning when the crop whips across my ass.
I bite back a groan and lunge forward, dropping down to my elbows with my ass up in the air.
Vulnerable.
The crop finds it again.
The sting is like gunpowder going off under my skin.
When the initial shock wears off, I feel something warm bloom inside me.
He goes to work on me then, the blows sharp enough to sting but not injure as he paints my ass and upper thighs.
My cock is leaking all over the bed. I crave friction but I’m afraid if I touch it, he’ll stop.
I never thought I would be into pain, but whether it’s endorphins or some fucked up glitch in my wiring, I’m as close as I’ve ever been to coming hands free.
It’s almost too much, but never do I consider using the safe word. He drags the butt of the crop down my crack, pressing it against my hole. I buck against the pressure, my body quivering with the need for release.
I feel him pull back, then hear the sound of a cap opening. A moment later his lubed fingers are rimming me and then one pushes inside. I grunt and try not to tense up.
He moves up behind me, his knees between my legs as his finger inches inside me.
“I need to come,” I whine.
“I know, baby,” he purrs as his finger sinks deeper. And then it curls and brushes against something that causes my whole body to light up like a Times Square new year. I gasp and rut against his hand.
“Whatever you just did, do it again.”
He chuckles. “Cutter, meet your prostate. A queer man’s best friend.”
Jesus, I would kill to keep feeling that. No wonder Aubie likes having his ass railed.
Keeping his finger buried inside me, he leans across my back to whisper in my ear. “Want me to fuck you? Or just get you off with my fingers?”
The question pulls me out of the cum-starved haze in my head. Can I do this? Can I let him fuck me and not freak out?