Part Two R.S.V.P. #2
“There’s no need to be nervous,” Joe repeated. “I’ve got everything under control.”
Scott peered up at Joe. He was so confident about everything, so sure that everything would go according to his plans. So unlike Scott…
“Give me another ch-ch-chance?” Scott blurted out.
Joe’s expression changed so quickly, it was as if someone had flipped a switch inside him.
“You don’t think I’m letting you go that easily, do you, darling?
” Amusement danced on every word. He dipped his head to whisper into Scott’s ear.
“You offered yourself to me when you stepped in here tonight. You’re mine and I intend to make good use of you.
Nothing but your safe word will change that. ”
Scott was sure any sane man would find those words terrifying. Happily, he was even more sure that any sanity he’d possessed had packed its bags and flown away on an extended holiday the moment he’d set eyes on Joe.
There was no fear in Scott’s world, only excitement. Adrenaline rushed through his veins so fast it was all he could do to stay upright enough to enjoy it.
Joe moved one hand to Scott’s shoulder and pressed down.
Apparently, staying upright was no longer required.
Scott began to lower himself to his knees. His joints held strong until the last moment. An inch before he reached the floor, his control faltered. He landed heavily on the grubby floorboards. A jolt rushed through his body making the breath catch in his throat.
Scott’s mouth dropped open.
Joe grinned and ran his thumb across Scott’s bottom lip. Frozen in place, all Scott could do was stare up at Joe in awe.
“That’s right,” Joe said, sliding his thumb forward and pushing it between Scott’s lips to casually penetrate his mouth.
Scott opened his mouth wider. In that moment, it felt right. It felt as if there was nothing he had to do but stay where he was, and do as Joe said, and absolutely everything in the whole damn world would be perfect.
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“That’s right,” Joe repeated. He was barely aware of what he was saying; he doubted that it mattered what syllables fell from his lips anyway.
Scott wasn’t looking for complicated declarations and inspiring speeches.
He just needed to hear the man in charge reassuring him that everything was fine. He needed the tone of Joe’s voice.
At least, Joe guessed that was what Scott needed. Scott was so unlike the guys Joe normally played with, it was impossible to be certain.
Sounding certain however, that was a different matter. Joe smiled to himself—he was good at sounding certain. He slid his thumb further into Scott’s mouth as he considered his options. Scott stared back at him, his eyes never leaving Joe’s face.
Joe had no doubt that Scott was trying to work out how to please him. The only difference between them was that Joe knew Scott would never guess that he was standing above him doing something similar.
It had been years since Joe had been willing to let another man see his emotions flash across his face that way. Almost as many years had passed since he’d had a sub that innocent.
No doubt any other sub who was as naive as Scott, would have had the sense to run for their life if Joe had approached them. But, Scott sucked gently around Joe’s thumb as he met his gaze, and showed no inclination to rush off anywhere.
“I’ve been watching your mouth ever since we met,” Joe told him.
A confused little sound vibrated against Joe’s thumb, as if Scott had genuinely never noticed Joe staring at him like a ravenous wolf every time they were in the same room.
“Now, I’m going to do more than watch it.”
Keeping his thumb in place, Joe slid a finger into Scott’s mouth to join it. A wonderful combination of sensations surrounded the digits—wet heat, a soft nimble tongue, and just a touch of sharp teeth to make it interesting.
“I’ve wanted to have you on your knees back here for so long,” Joe murmured, still letting his tone of voice do most of the talking for him.
“Hell, I almost ordered you to get around here the first time I set eyes on you.” He would have too, if it hadn’t been so bloody obvious that Scott wasn’t the type.
Joe’s smile turned slightly lopsided. Apparently, God bless him, Scott hadn’t realised he wasn’t the type to do this…
Suddenly, Scott began to retreat. Joe’s smile died. For a moment, he really thought Scott was trying to pull away. But no, Scott was just nodding his agreement. Relief rushed through Joe as he took his fingers out of Scott’s mouth and moved his hand to the back of Scott’s head.
Scott lifted a hand.
“Don’t.” Joe didn’t know if Scott had intended to reach up for his fly or to wipe his own mouth. His order was the same either way.
Scott lowered his hand to his side. He closed his eyes for a moment. Then, very slowly, he opened his mouth in invitation.
Joe’s cock throbbed with the desire to be lodged between Scott’s lips. He quickly undid his zip. The silent offering was almost as erotic as the prospect of getting sucked off.
Scott obviously wasn’t the kind of guy who invited relative strangers to cum in his mouth on a regular basis. Hell, Joe was willing to bet his own arse that he was the first man who had ever screwed Scott without being his boyfriend at the time.
Joe sighed his relief as he freed his cock from behind the tight confines of his jeans. Scott’s mouth remained open. He was a quick learner; this time he didn’t even blink at Joe’s commando status.
Unable to resist testing him, Joe didn’t rush to make use of Scott’s mouth. He stroked his shaft, slow and easy, as if there were any chance he’d need something other than the sight of Scott on his knees to keep him hard.
Scott whimpered. He closed his mouth for just the briefest moment, moistened his lips with his tongue, and promptly resumed his offer.
“Good boy.”
Joe took half a step forward. The tip of his erection brushed against Scott’s open mouth.
Scott’s frustrated moan sounded very loud in the deserted bar.
His eyes fell closed, but his lips remained parted.
Joe rocked his hips, pushing the head of his cock into Scott’s mouth.
Scott didn’t move his jaw. He didn’t close his mouth around Joe’s cock.
He merely remained perfectly still, waiting for permission, or for an order, or for whatever Joe was willing to offer him.
Joe tilted his shaft, pointing it down so he could rub the head against the soft, moist surface of Scott’s tongue. A slow, controlled breath caressed his shaft. Scott blinked open his eyes and looked up at Joe, mutely pleading with him.
There were extra lights that Joe could switch on behind the bar, but the controls for them were all the way down the other end of the shelves. If Joe wanted to be able to see Scott clearly, he’d have to step away from him—he’d have to let his cock slip from between those full, pink lips.
Sod that. There would be other times, with better lighting, where he could stare at Scott to his heart’s content. He wasn’t stepping back for anything short of Scott’s safe word.
Joe settled his hand on Scott’s jaw and gently closed Scott’s mouth around his shaft.
A pleasure-filled groan vibrated around Joe’s cock, coaxing pre-cum to leak onto Scott’s tongue.
Scott couldn’t have sounded more pleased about the world if he was the one about to get the best blowjob of his life.
Joe tightened his grip on Scott’s hair to hold him still, and pushed his hips forward, letting more of his erection into Scott’s mouth. Scott made no complaint as Joe removed any free movement from within Scott’s grasp.
It may only have been hours since Joe had come, but as he stood behind the bar with the sweetest little sub he’d ever set eyes on kneeling before him, it felt more like years.
Careful to keep his thrusts as controlled and shallow as he could, Joe made the most of whatever Scott’s mouth could offer him. And Scott took it like a pro.
Joe frowned at the comparison. His concentration slipped. His hips took complete advantage of his brain’s momentary distraction and lurched forward. Joe’s cock slid deeper into Scott’s mouth and nudged against the back of his throat.
Scott’s eyebrows went up. His eyes opened very widely. At the same time, his hands came up and pushed against Joe’s thighs. He jerked away, spluttering as he sat back on his ankles.
His panicked expression only lasted a moment before it was replaced by one of horror.
“Perfect,” Joe murmured to himself. Not like a pro at all. He’d read Scott accurately from the start.
Scott looked up at him in confusion, and Joe realised he’d said the word out loud.
“Don’t worry about it, darling,” Joe ordered. “Give me a few months, and I’ll have you trained to suck my cock exactly how I like it.”
Scott nibbled at his bottom lip as he seemed to consider that plan from every angle. The sensitive flesh was already flushed and swollen with an increased blood supply, it looked more suited to sucking cock than ever.
“Would you like that?” Joe prompted, idly stroking his shaft as he waited for Scott to compose himself.
Scott nodded. And, as if he hadn’t already proved just how sweet and innocent he was, he blushed at the prospect. It wasn’t easy to see his heightened colour in the dim lighting, but it was definitely worth the effort.
Joe chuckled as he slid his hand back into Scott’s hair. He expected Scott to try to pull away, uncertain after his little mishap, but Scott opened his mouth as if nothing could come more naturally to him.
Bliss shot through Joe’s body. No technically fantastic blow job could have compared to the rush Scott’s instinctive submission gave him.