Part Eight Be There #4
Scott heard Joe’s amusement as Joe whispered the words against his ear.
Neither Joe’s laughter, nor his advice, could convince Scott to fall still.
His cock rubbed against the tree with every movement.
The bark was far too rough to feel good against his shaft, but any kind of friction was better than nothing.
A zip being drawn down, a condom wrapper being torn open—Scott heard it all, but his senses were fuzzy, and the sounds seemed to come from miles away.
It was only when Joe lined up behind him, and Scott felt the heat from Joe’s body against his back, that he was able to believe that Joe was really there.
Scott bit down on Joe’s tie, anxious to keep his screams of frustrated need to himself. Joe’s hands came to rest on Scott’s hips and took up a tight grip on him.
Scott stilled. There was no time for wriggling now. Anything that slowed down the speed at which Joe had his cock lodged deep within Scott’s arse was unthinkable.
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Joe leaned forward and pressed the tip of his cock more firmly against Scott’s hole. A thin smear of pre-applied lube coated the condom and glistened under the thin streaks of moonlight that passed between the tree branches overhead.
His tie wasn’t completely silencing Scott. Just as Joe had hoped, he could still hear every whimper. The need in the muffled sounds rushed straight to Joe’s cock. Rocking his hips, he teased the tight ring of muscle around Scott’s hole.
One heartbeat. Two.
Joe thrust forward. Scott’s body welcomed him, and Joe slid in, all the way to the base of his cock.
Joe tossed back his head and stared up at the leafy canopy as white hot bliss raced through his body. Scott twisted within his bondage, trying to push back against him. He clenched and unclenched his hole around Joe’s cock.
Scott’s garbled moans and pleas filled the air, but Joe was in no mood to rush.
He remained completely motionless, relishing both the tight channel of flesh around his shaft and his complete control over the situation.
He didn’t move a single muscle until he was good and ready. Even then, he refused to be hurried.
Pulling leisurely out of Scott’s body, Joe stared down between them and watched his cock emerge. He thrust back into Scott just as slowly, drawing out both their pleasure.
His trousers slid down as he moved, exposing his bare arse to anyone who was wandering around the forest at that time of night. Cool air brushed against Joe’s skin, but it was no match for the inferno burning inside him.
Pulling a deep breath into his lungs, Joe filled his senses with the scent of their mingled desire. When he dipped his head, his lips brushed against the side of Scott’s neck and he kissed the skin just below his ear.
Scott whimpered.
Another slow, deep thrust, and Joe ran his tongue over Scott’s neck. He felt Scott shudder in response and thrust forward again. At the same moment, Joe bit down on the sensitive patch of skin he’d stumbled upon.
A high pitched whine made it past the makeshift gag. Joe grinned as he sucked rhythmically against Scott’s neck in time with his thrusts, ensuring that a vivid mark would appear there, clearly marking out Scott as his property.
A love bite wasn’t ideal, but it would do until a proper collar could be arranged. Joe’s thrusts sped up as both his mind and his body dragged him closer to his orgasm.
Scott was his. Joe knew without any shadow of a doubt that he owned Scott in every way that mattered. He could do whatever he wanted with Scott. He was responsible for him. That knowledge felt just as good as Scott’s tight arse wrapped around Joe’s cock.
Even Joe wasn’t sure which it was that finally pushed him over the edge and sent his climax racing through him—his body or his brain, but it was all the same in the end.
As he thrust frantically into Scott, helpless to hold back a moment longer, the tiny bit of Joe’s mind that was still capable of rational thought realised that he wasn’t the only one who deserved their climax.
“Come.”
Scott must have been holding on to his self-control by the skin of his teeth. His hole clamped down around Joe’s shaft as he pulled desperately at his restraints; his whole body jerking with the force of his orgasm.
Wave after wave of adrenaline and endorphins flooded Joe’s world as he came just a moment later. It carried him along on a sea of pure pleasure until the tide receded just as quickly as it had attacked the shore.
Joe slumped forward, pressing Scott against the tree. Half their clothes were still in place, stopping their bodies from properly resting against each other’s skin, but Joe didn’t have the energy to fix that.
It took all that Joe had in him to gasp for breath. He was acutely aware of each breath Scott took too—and if Scott tried to pull oxygen into his system any quicker, he was going to hyperventilate.
Something unexpected brushed against Joe’s forearm. He opened his eyes just in time to see his tie drop onto the leaf strewn ground. Now free of the gag, Scott murmured his complete satisfaction.
Joe smiled at Scott’s profile. Scott’s eyes were open, but he didn’t seem to be able to focus on anything. He was just staring off into the night; content and apparently more than a little sleepy now that he was sated.
Joe gave himself another minute to enjoy the warm cocoon of Scott’s arse wrapped around his softening shaft before he finally convinced himself to pull away and separate their bodies. As he tidied himself up, Joe ran his eyes over Scott’s moonlit form.
His arse was beautifully displayed. The evidence of his first spanking had faded away. His skin was gorgeous; pale and unblemished, it just begged to be marked.
Stepping closer, Joe brought his hand down hard on Scott’s right buttock, spreading his fingers so each digit would leave its own mark.
Scott yelped. His brow creased into a frown as he tried to peer over his shoulder.
Their eyes met and Scott’s frown melted away.
He smiled slightly. If he hadn’t been bound so tightly to the tree, Joe had no doubt Scott would have tried to duck his head in that shy little way he had, once he knew he hadn’t been struck as punishment.
Joe grinned as he walked around the tree and began to undo the fabric from Scott’s wrists.
By the time Joe returned to Scott’s side of the tree, his hand print was blossoming very nicely on Scott’s arse.
It was almost criminal to let Scott hide it away, but Joe forced himself not to protest as Scott clumsily pulled his trousers up.
Neither of their ties looked salvageable. Joe pushed them into his pocket anyway; strangely loath to toss them aside the way he would have if he’d carried out the scene with any other man.
“Come on.”
Scott obediently began to stride forward.
Catching hold of his shoulders, Joe turned Scott around and pointed him toward the car park before he ended up getting himself completely lost in the woods.
“Oh, um. Yeah, th-thanks…” Scott cleared his throat and fell silent.
Back at the car, they slouched down in their seats; Joe once more behind the wheel, and both of them apparently satisfied to sit in silence and simply exist for a little while.
With his head resting back against his seat’s neck support, Joe slowly turned his face to his left so he could admire Scott’s profile again.
There didn’t seem to be any scratches where Scott’s cheek had been pressed against the tree bark, but that didn’t mean his cock wouldn’t have to be checked for splinters at some point.
A very detailed and thorough inspection was obviously called for.
A shrill ringing sound cut through the air. Scott closed his eyes very tight.
“I’m guessing that’s your phone,” Joe said.
Scott nodded, without opening his eyes.
“Good, because otherwise there’s something else in your trousers making a really strange noise.”
“I’m s-so sor—”
Joe reached out and put his hand over Scott’s mouth to stop him short.
“There’s a difference between a spanking given for pleasure and one that’s a punishment.
Next time you apologise to me without a damn good reason, you’re going to get the latter, and it won’t be nearly as much fun as your last spanking was.
” He took his hand away. “Answer your phone.”
Pulling a small handset out of his pocket, Scott pressed the screen and held it to his ear.
He closed his eyes and pushed his free hand through his hair. Finally, the person on the other end of the phone seemed to stop speaking for long enough for Scott to respond. “Hi, M-mum.”
Joe leaned his elbow on the car window and grinned as he watched Scott’s cheeks grow hotter and hotter.
A few more stuttered answers and Scott quickly ended the call with a promise to call back the following day. “Next time, I’ll r-r-remember to switch it off before we m-meet up.”
“Was that what you promised your mum you’d do too?”
Scott shook his head. After a few seconds he seemed to realise that Joe wanted a damn sight more than a yes or no answer.
“To try t-t-to relax m-m-more.”
Joe tried to work that out and failed.
“I only s-stutter when I’m n-n-nervous.”
Joe raised an eyebrow. Apparently, he made Scott hellish nervous every time he stepped into the same room as him, because he couldn’t ever remember Scott getting a whole sentence out without a stutter.
Joe filed that fact away to think about later. Part of his mind was already on other things—things it should have dealt with a long time before. “What’s your number?”
Scott blinked as if Joe had just suggested something unexpectedly rude.
Joe owned Scott. He was very certain of that. He might not be as attached to his phone as most guys he knew, but not having the mobile number of a man he owned was wrong on so many levels he couldn’t even begin to count them.
Joe frowned as he realised how much of an idiot he was for not having demanded the number before. Hell, he should have had it from him that first night he’d visited him in his room.
Pulling out his own phone, Joe added the number Scott gave him to his address book and quickly texted Scott his number in return.
“If you ever need help, that’s the first number you ring.”
Scott gave him a strange look, but Joe merely held his gaze until Scott gave up and nodded his understanding.
“Remember what I said about punishment spankings?” Joe asked.
Scott didn’t hesitate to nod that time. “Yes, I r-remember.”
“Good, because there are some things that aren’t negotiable. Not calling that number when you need help is one way to be sure you won’t sit comfortably for a week.”
Scott looked down at his phone for a second before pushing it back into his pocket. When Joe did the same, a piece of folded paper rustled beneath the fabric.
Of course—the envelope. Joe pulled it out of his pocket.
Scott’s attention instantly focused in on it. That was good. It made Joe feel a little less stupid for not wanting to allow Scott out of his sight until he knew exactly when he would see him again.
“Do you already know what you want to ask me for?” Joe said.
Scott nodded without looking away from the envelope. “Yes.”
“Good. I want you to write it down and give the envelope straight back to me.”
After a little bit of scrabbling around in the glove box, Scott unearthed a pen. Joe kept his gaze averted until Scott had sealed the envelope and was ready to hand it back over to him.
“I’ll give you a choice,” Joe offered, to his own surprise as much as Scott’s. “Do you want me to open it now, or shall I wait until after I’ve dropped you off?”
Scott took a deep breath. “I’d p-p-prefer you to wait, if you d-d-don’t mind.”
At least he didn’t apologise for having a preference—Joe was willing to call that progress of a sort.
“I’ll text you if there’s anything I need you to know before our next date,” Joe said.
Scott nodded. Joe smiled as he pushed the envelope back into his pocket. Now, there was only one thing left that he had to do that night, and it was a job he’d been looking forward to ever since they got back to the car.
“Undo your fly.”
Scott blinked at him.
Joe smiled as he switched on the car’s interior light. “Time to check your cock for splinters.”