Part One For the Attention Of #3
The pressure behind Joe’s fingers remained light. There was no anger in his words. They were just statements of fact, and they slipped past all of Scott’s defences.
Bypassing his brain completely, the command rushed to his cock. If it was possible, he got even harder. From there, letter by letter, the words danced up and down his spine. Slowly, his body began to obey Joe’s order.
Scott felt himself relaxing, one set of muscles at a time, until his hole finally welcomed Joe’s finger inside him. It took Joe less than a second to find Scott’s prostate. He rubbed against that sensitive little spot as if in praise for Scott following the order so well.
It was impossible to remain still and silent while Joe toyed with him that way. Scott turned his face into the pillow in an effort to disguise his moans as Joe slid a second finger inside him alongside the first.
Scott bit down on his pillow. His hips bucked. Any control he might have had over his body deserted him. Sucking in gasps of air around his pillow case, Scott helplessly tried to ride Joe’s fingers.
Without warning, the pillow disappeared from beneath Scott’s head. Cotton rasped against his lips as it was jerked away from him. Scott gawped in confusion as the pillow flew through the air and landed in the far corner of the room.
“I’m the only one who’s allowed to gag you from now on,” Joe growled. “And if I don’t gag you, it’s because I want to hear you.”
Joe’s hands came to rest on the sheet to either side of Scott’s body as he leaned over him.
Denim rubbed against the inside of Scott’s thighs; Joe’s T-shirt teased the lightly flogged skin on his back.
The mattress dipped, causing the cuffs to tighten around Scott’s wrists and ankles.
Those sensations all became irrelevant when slicked latex brushed against Scott’s hole.
“Please.” Scott arched his back and pushed out his arse.
Joe’s whole body pressed down against him as Joe bent his arms. Suddenly, he nipped at Scott’s neck. It wasn’t a kiss. Joe’s lips didn’t touch Scott’s skin. It was nothing but a display of primitive dominance, and Scott tipped his head to one side in eager acceptance of it.
Solid muscle pinned Scott to the bed, holding him in place just as effectively as any leather bondage. Joe rubbed his cock against Scott’s arse, but Scott seemed to be the only one who was in a rush to have it inside him.
“Tell me how much you want this,” Joe ordered.
Panic raced through Scott’s veins at the prospect of admitting any such thing, but there was no way he could have disobeyed any command from Joe while there was a chance that compliance might lead to Joe screwing him.
“N-need it,” he blurted out. “Need your c-cock. N-need it in me. Now!”
Joe rocked his hips, pressing the tip of his erection more firmly against Scott’s hole, teasing him without actually entering him. “Is that all you want from me?”
Scott shook his head. Another nip to his neck killed that gesture in its tracks.
Gestures weren’t going to be enough to get him what he wanted. Scott needed words.
Words. Orders. Sex. Suck. Leather. Control. Cum. Lick. Chains. Paddles. Hurt. Please. Need. Please!
Scott offered Joe everything he could think of and, when he ran out of those things, he offered all the things he hadn’t even fully admitted to himself that he wanted.
Words tumbled from Scott’s tongue, but he had no idea if Joe could understand the breathless, stuttering syllables. He only paused when he ran out of air, and even then, he only intended to stop for long enough to gasp.
Joe thrust into him, lodging his cock deep inside Scott with one rough movement.
Words became unnecessary. Scott screamed.
The sound tore through the air, full of pleasure and relief.
There were no attempts at syllables to mar the raw truth in it.
If it hadn’t been for the soreness in Scott’s throat, he’d never have believed that he’d been the one to make the wild noise.
“Is that what you need, sweetheart?” Joe snarled into his ear.
Scott whimpered. He barely had enough free brain cells left to understand the question, let alone nod his agreement. Every other part of his mind was completely absorbed with processing the waves of ecstasy rushing through his body.
It wasn’t just a hard cock and a tight hole—not all the bliss racing around his veins was coming from his cock, or even his prostate.
Far more than Scott would have ever believed possible poured out from that same part of his mind that had first prompted him to surf websites that sold the kind of toys Joe had a reputation for playing with.
As Joe pulled back and thrust into Scott again, every movement was rough and unyielding. It was obvious to Scott that Joe wasn’t just screwing him; he was taking possession of him.
This part of you will always belong to me…
Scott closed his eyes very tightly. His hands formed into fists above his cuffs. Some of his more intimate muscles clenched around Joe’s cock. Fear swirled through Scott, mixing in with his pleasure and making his head spin. In spite of all logic, it made his cock throb, too.
The possibility of Joe simply walking away the moment he zipped up his fly, of his ownership of Scott ending before it had even started, scared the hell out of him. But Scott couldn’t deny that Joe having all the power over him was as hot as any underworld could be.
Scott scraped the headboard with his fingertips as he scrambled for any sort of hold on the world. He gasped for breath as another hard thrust forced him down into the mattress. His shaft slid against the sheet each time Joe pounded into him. It was almost enough.
Joe’s thrusts sped up. His hips smacked into Scott’s freshly flogged arse with each deep thrust. The cuffs around Scott’s ankles bit into his skin as Joe pushed him further up the bed.
“Come!” Joe lifted himself a little higher on his hands. His angle changed. Suddenly, it was enough.
Scott wasn’t the only one who obeyed Joe’s demand.
There was less than a second between their orgasms. As Joe yelled out his pleasure above him, Scott’s breath lodged in his throat, and rendered him completely mute.
Pumping against the mattress as much as his restraints would allow, Scott made the most of every strand of cotton beneath him and tapped into each bit of friction to prolong his orgasm.
Wave after wave of scorching perfection raced through Scott’s body as his cum spilled between him and the mattress.
His mind shut down. There was nothing in the world other than bliss.
But, instead of floating through pleasure the way he so often had in the past, Scott now found himself trapped in a web of it.
This time, his orgasm didn’t take him gently by the hand—it grabbed him by the balls and twisted.
Scott whimpered gently as he slowly made his way back through a maze of sensations and reality reasserted itself around him.
Joe’s body was still covering his, pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to take a deep breath. It was impossible for him to move, and more perfect than he’d ever known reality could be.
Every breath Joe took reverberated through Scott’s torso. Scott helplessly murmured his pleasure. He was in bed with Joe. He’d just been screwed by Joe Stuart. Part of him belonged to the hottest man he’d ever set eyes on. Life was good.
Scott had no idea how many lifetimes passed before Joe began to pull away from him.
All he knew was that, as their bodies separated, he’d never felt so alone or so empty in his life.
He kept his eyes closed as he heard Joe moving about the room, no doubt dispensing with his condom and straightening up all those clothes he’d never got around to fully removing.
The sounds of the door to the tiny en-suite bathroom opening and closing floated across the bedroom to Scott. A moment later, something warm and wet brushed across his arse.
“What the—?” Scott jerked away from it, as far as he was able—which wasn’t very far. His cuffs rattled, but held strong.
Joe smiled as Scott peered over his shoulder at him. He moved the wet flannel over Scott’s skin once more, deftly cleaning away the excess lube that had been drying against the cleft of his buttocks.
“You d-don’t have to…” Scott mumbled. “I can—”
“I thought we had a deal,” Joe cut in.
Scott could only blink at him in confusion. He automatically tried to turn around, but his limbs reminded him, very sternly, that there were still four pairs of cuffs keeping him firmly in place. He slumped back against the mattress.
“And the deal is that I can do whatever I want with you, and you can’t do a damn thing about it.” Joe sounded so bloody calm.
Scott tried to think of a response and failed. It was difficult to argue against facts he loved. He remained silent as Joe finished his self-assigned task and tossed the washcloth back into the bathroom.
There was no reason for Joe to hang around any longer.
Scott knew that. He wasn’t going to make a fool of himself by asking for things to be any different than they were.
He closed his eyes. They’d hooked up. He’d had fun.
If Joe had enjoyed it even a fraction as much as him, then maybe, just maybe, he’d want to screw again sometime?
“I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess that you’re single.” The mattress shifted beneath Scott’s body as Joe sat down next to him and casually rested his hand on his backside.
Scott frowned. “I…” The way Joe palmed his arse made it so damn difficult to think. Scott swallowed rapidly and tried to make words happen, any words.
“Do you have a boyfriend? A friend with benefits? Is there anyone who comes into contact with your arse, your cock, or your mouth on a regular basis?” Joe prompted.
Scott shook his head.