Chapter Twenty-Five
Earthly Delights
I had ideas. Boy, did I have ideas.
First thing I did was get naked. I made sure I was in Oscar’s line of sight where he had his head resting on the bed, turned to the side, as I meticulously removed what was left of my clothing and folded everything up nice and neat.
Making Oscar wait for his pleasure was a sure-fire way of inflaming him.
Sure enough, he groaned in anguish.
“God! Come on!”
“What?” I said, lazily pumping my cock as I regarded him.
“Jimmy!”
“What do you want?”
“You know what I want! Jesus!”
“You want Jesus? Pretty sure he wouldn’t know what the fuck to do with you.”
That got a frustrated laugh from him, but then he knitted his brows together.
“Jimmy, please !”
I sat down on the bed beside him and wove my fingers into his hair. ’Twas growing out from the severe trimming it had got at the hands of Irene this winter, and ’twas looking more like it had when we’d met. I liked it a lot, and it sure gave me more to grab.
I did grab it then, forcing his head back while I watched contemplatively.
“Open your mouth, boy.”
Oscar gasped and did as he was told.
“Let me see that tongue.”
He shuddered but did as I’d asked like the good boy he tended to be in the bedroom, and no place else.
“Very good. I’m gonna put it to use. But first, you’re gonna lie there and take what I’m gonna give you.”
“Yes, Jimmy.”
“Good boy.”
I relaxed my fingers and gave his head a tousle, then stood and moved behind him. Oscar gasped as I kneeled up onto the bed, with the bar under my calves, and grasped his ruddy ass in my palms, slipping my thumbs between them to slide along the sensitive crease.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” Oscar panted. “Ow.”
“A bit tender?”
“Yeah. Feels good.”
He couldn’t bring his legs together, so he simply lay there and let me play with him. I took my time, too. We didn’t have anywhere to go or anything else we needed to do. This was exactly what we both needed.
I was so much recovered that my injury didn’t twinge or ache at all no more, and I figured ’twas time to take my boy in hand right proper—and believe me, I did.
Once I had him squirming and gasping, I bent to him and licked across his hungry hole, making him cry out.
“Jimmy!”
“Yeah?” I said, licking him again.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
“Ain’t no use callin’ out to Him, you godless, wanton thing. He ain’t gonna help you.”
“I know it. I don’t want Him. I want you, Jimmy.”
“You’re gettin’ me right now, the way I want you to have me. So be quiet and let me worship you.”
He was quiet then, as much as he could be, as I used my tongue and fingers to drive him into a state of barely contained frenzy. By the time I had him about ready to explode, I stopped and moved up ahead of him on the mattress.
He watched me, his gaze dark and intense, as I settled with my back against the headboard and my legs spread to either side of him, stroking my cock in a lazy, anticipatory fashion.
“What are you doin’?” Oscar asked in a breathy, barely-there voice.
“Waitin’.”
“For what?”
“This.”
I let go of my cock and slid my hands under Oscar’s arms, pulling him forward, so that he was in a good position to take my cock down his throat.
He didn’t need any prompting. As soon as I’d placed him where I wanted him, he planted his hands on the bed either side of my hips and swallowed me up.
I cried out at the intense and sudden pleasure, shifting so Oscar could take as much of me as he could manage—and he could manage quite a bit.
The choking noises he made as he hungrily went at me were the icing on the cake, as was the sight of his ankles bound to the stiff bar that kept his legs spread for me, for whenever I was ready.
Which was sooner rather than later.
“Stop, stop,” I said, pushing at his shoulder to get him to back off. “I don’t wanna spend in your mouth.”
Oscar pulled off me with a slurp and a wink.
“Where you gonna spend, Jimmy?”
I gazed at the upstart who had stolen my heart all that time ago in Dawson City.
“You know where.”
“Tell me.”
I stroked the hair back from his forehead as we held each other’s gazes. Then I cupped his face and said, “I’m gonna spend so deep inside you, you might well get with child—especially ’cause there’s gonna be a quart of it.”
His face took on a look of agony and he groaned. “Do it. Fuck me deep and hard. I’ll be your good boy and take it all.”
“I know you will,” I said.
I kissed him hard and thrust my tongue in his willing mouth, then let him go and pulled away, moving out from under him and sliding off the bed. I walked around, admiring how he was placed, spread and waiting for me.
“I need to remember how this looks,” I said. “This bar sure is a handy thing.”
Oscar rubbed his forehead against the sheets as his hips swayed.
“I reckon I could probably make somethin’ like this that we could use back home.”
“Oh God,” Oscar moaned.
I got up behind him kneeled on the mattress, with my calves o’er the bar to keep Oscar still.
“’Twouldn’t be quite this nice, maybe, but ’twould work about the same.”
I grabbed the bottle of oil that Trick had given us and dribbled some o’er Oscar’s exposed hole, as he made the most delicious noises. Then I spread some on my cock and lined myself up.
Oscar grunted as I breached him, then keened as I pushed in. He felt so warm and tight, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I had to stop for a second to keep control of myself.
“You like that?”
“Oh. God. More.”
“You need to wait. I gotta be ready.”
“Jimmy!”
“So impatient. Such a needy boy,” I said, pushing in a fraction of an inch at a time, eliciting whimpers and tortured cries.
“Please! I need it so bad. So, so bad.”
“I know you do—and you’ll get it. But only when I’m ready.”
“Oh fuck. Oh God.”
I gave a few shallow thrusts, to tease him, then I couldn’t wait anymore. I pushed in all the way in one smooth glide, and Oscar about swallowed his tongue. There was a ragged gasp and a groan, and I thought he might have spent, but I quick found his cock with my hand and he hadn’t…not yet.
“Oh,” he moaned, panting and crying out as I plowed him.
I held his sweet ass, keeping his cheeks spread with my thumbs, and went at him slow and deep, as the sounds of our coupling echoed off the whitewashed walls of our cozy room.
“Fuck me. Hard,” Oscar said through clenched teeth as I played with his cock.
“Who’s in charge, Oscar?”
“Oh fuck. You, Jimmy. You’re in charge.”
“Then, you gonna ask me nice?”
“Please fuck me. I need it hard and quick. I wanna spend. Please.”
“Hmm, I reckon you’ve been a good boy. I suppose you need a reward.”
“Oh, please. Please .”
I quickened my pace and rammed him. I was close…so close.
“You want it? You want my spend inside you?” I panted.
“Give it me. I want it. Please! ”
That last plea, in Oscar’s choked and desperate voice, was what did it.
I sank deep and stilled, emptying into him, my eyes squeezed shut and my mouth wide at the intensity of it.
I tightened my fingers on his cock as it pulsed with the pinnacle of his pleasure, and hot spend gushed o’er my knuckles.
We stayed that way for several moments, stunned with the powerful cataclysm of our joining.
As I came down from it, breathing hard like I’d run a mile, I became aware of a dull ache in my side—the echo of my injury.
But I didn’t give a good goddamn about that.
I stayed where I was, enveloped in Oscar’s body, till after what seemed a long time my cock shrank and slipped out of him, followed by a trickle of my spend.
I dipped my finger in it and pushed it back inside him.
“You keep it all, now,” I whispered. “Clench that fine ass and keep my spend inside you.”
Oscar whimpered. He’d collapsed onto the sheets when we’d spent. His ass was still pink from the cropping, and he looked so debauched and pretty I couldn’t take it. I unbuckled the spreader bar and tossed it aside. Then I cozied in beside him on the bed.
“I love you, my good boy. I’m glad I can fuck you properly, now.”
“Me, too. God, you treat me so good.”
“You mean, so bad?” I joked. “I do like to tease you, so—then be rough with you. You sure you like that?”
He turned his head to throw me a dreamy, dazed look.
“You even gotta ask that?” he said, in a fucked-out voice. “You’re my strict daddy, and I love you so much.” He grinned. “You know I’m the one in charge, really. Don’t ya?”
I smiled wider. “Oh, I do know that…ever since we met.”
He grinned and kissed me sweetly, then pulled back so he could meet my gaze. “We’re only playin’ games. Because ’tis fun and naughty and I like it—and so do you.”
“That’s a fact,” I said. “I only wonder sometimes why we like that…”
“Does it matter? Who the fuck cares? We ain’t hurtin’ nobody.”
I nodded. “True. You’re right.”
“Yes, I am. And I don’t want you frettin’ about it, because ’tis only bedroom games, and it don’t matter.” He sounded so sure of himself, and I had to admit he was right. “And, anyway, I like it, and you know you’ll give me anythin’ I want. Right, Jimmy?”
I knew that was true.
“I can’t help myself. You got me good. Right where you want me.”
“And don’t you ever forget it.”