Chapter 11 #2
He felt fingertips trace a path down his spinal cord, worshipping his body in a way that sent shivers of happiness straight to his soul.
The caresses stopped long enough for his belt to be released, jeans to be unfastened, and then those strong hands were tugging his pants down his legs, slowly…
soft kisses and nibbles landing as soon as flesh was exposed.
Justice started fidgeting as his senses became overwhelmed.
His cock was hard, dripping, and straining uncomfortably against the hard wall as Malachi tugged off his shoes and then tossed his jeans and underwear aside, leaving him completely naked.
Strong hands forced his ankles wide apart and then hot lips blazed a trail upward, licking his calves, the backs of his knees, and the tender flesh right below his ass cheek…
“Beautiful, babe. You are beautiful,” Malachi murmured between licks and kisses.
His hand stroked between his spread legs, cupping his nut sack and then testing that super sensitive spot between his balls and ass.
“Fuuuccckkk,” Justice wailed when Malachi’s finger teased that spot.
That was a new one for him.
“What the fuck was that?”
His tormentor only chuckled and blew against the sensitive spot.
Next thing he knew, there was a tongue there, flicking and licking…
leaving him groaning and moaning.
He could hear his own ragged breathing, mixed with those damned girlie sounds he made when Malachi was playing with him, but he could also hear erotic slurping sounds coming from behind him…
where a tongue was lighting him up.
Those sounds, mixed with his own, were kinkier than fuck.
“Want me to stop? You know you can tell me stop at any time, right, babe?” Malachi asked, his voice even huskier than usual.
Justice bumped his head against the wall.
“Fuck, Malachi. Do I sound like I want you to stop? You need to stop worrying about it. Trust me, I’ll tell you. Right now I just want you to fuck me.” Those were words he’d never thought would come out of his mouth when talking to another man, words before meeting Malachi.
“You are more fun than I deserve.”
The tongue kept working magic and Justice kept whimpering.
Just when he thought he couldn’t take another second of it, the tongue slid upward, between the crease of his ass.
Hands pulled his cheeks apart, spreading them wide and exposing his puckered hole, and then the tongue tickled that clenching muscle.
“Shiiitttt…d-d-don’t do that,” Justice pleaded but didn’t dare make a move that might cause Malachi to stop.
“Why not, babe? Don’t you like it?” The tongue swirled around the outside of the hole and then pushed inside, just the hot tip, but enough to cause Justice to wail.
It was a pretty high-pitched wail of someone losing control.
“Malachi,” he wheezed.
“Oh, dear Lord. Oh, fuck me. I can’t…can’t handle it. It’s too much.” Malachi’s only answer was to force his tongue in even deeper.
“Seriously, I’m going to…”
“Don’t you dare,” Malachi warned between tongue-flicks.
“This is one night you don’t get to take the edge off. I want you right on the edge, hanging on for dear fucking life, the entire time. Understood?”
“Please let me come,” he mewled, his pleading voice making him sounded pitiful.
Hanging in a cloudless state of I’m-about-to-die arousal, Justice still managed a brilliant idea.
Experimentally, he thrust his hips forward and was rewarded by the delicious feel of his cock sliding against the wall, creating some much needed friction.
Not take the edge off, his ass, he was about to come unglued .
The sound of a loud smack as a hand made contact with his ass was added into the mix of sexy noises taking place.
“You stop that right now. That was a very bad boy, Justice. Now look at what you’re going to make me do,” Malachi growled.
He moved his hands away from their hold on his ass and gripped his hips.
Tugging, he pulled until Justice was a couple of feet away from the wall and unable to gain any of that sweet friction that might cause him to do something naughty.
His hands remained planted there, holding him in place, but no longer tormenting the sweet hole only inches away from his mouth.
“Since I can’t trust you to be a good boy, I’m going to have to hold you like this.” His tongue slipped between the crease but couldn’t make contact with the prize.
“I need you to drop your hands from position and reach back here and spread yourself for me…hold yourself wide open until I say you can let go. Hands. Now!”
“Ah…man,” Justice groaned.
“Don’t make me do that.” Even as he pleaded for mercy, his hands were reaching back, gripping his own ass, and pulling himself open to expose the pink spot for Malachi again.
He felt like a fucking fool.
“Perfect. Tilt your upper body forward until your forehead is resting against the wall. It will help with your balance. Keep yourself spread, babe. Don’t make me use corporal punishment during this .”
Justice did as he was instructed and it did happen to make the position more comfortable…
if anything about this particular position could be called comfortable .
An odd thought crossed his mind and he wanted to ask before Malachi’s tongue went back to work and turned him into a moaning bitch.
“Why aren’t you calling me pet? You never call me babe.”
“You’re my pet in the playroom, Justice. Right now, you’re my lover.”
Well sweet mother of all things holy and unholy…
he felt, in that very instant, himself lose focus.
He was a lover …
and his heart fucking loved it.
His head was screaming ‘What the fuck’, but his heart was happy.
He felt a tongue slide back inside of him, caressing him in a way he hadn’t known was even possible.
The exquisite torture continued, tongue flickering and teasing, Malachi’s hands holding him strongly around his hips…
making him feel cherished.
Time was lost, he had no clue how long Malachi played with him that way.
His body felt like it was floating in a wild wave of physical and emotional pleasure.
His stupid whimpers sounded further and further away as he kept drifting in his pleasure pool.
Hell, he was drowning in the fucking pleasure pool, didn’t know anything at all until he felt Malachi toss him over his shoulder.
“What the fuck?” He yelped in alarm.
Every drop of water drained straight out of his pleasure pool when he found himself upended without any warning.
He was completely naked, ass straight up in the air and his junk smashed against Malachi’s chest…
and the other man was still completely dressed.
“What are we doing?”
He heard Malachi’s chuckle.
“We? I think I lost you back there, babe. Did you go someplace really happy…leave me behind?” He gave the ass jiggling in front of him a nice open-palm slap.
“You left my face buried in a behind, that’s for sure.”
The minute they were inside Malachi’s bedroom, Justice felt himself being literally thrown through the air.
He landed in the middle of the bed with a very undignified humph.
His mouth opened to begin complaining about being manhandled, but it slammed completely shut when he saw Malachi start to strip.
The look on the other man’s face, all hot and intense, caused every word he’d been thinking about saying to freeze right up in his throat.
Every night for the past two and a half weeks, Malachi had slept naked next to him.
His body, tall and lean but still covered in thick muscles and intimidating tattoos, was manly beauty to the point of perfection but now, with that look in his eyes, it made him look even more…
more fucking everything.
Muscles rippled and bunched as he yanked his clothes off and tossed them aside.
His cock, rock hard in full arousal was…
Well, shit, it was fucking huge.
Intimidating.
Daunting.
A shiver rushed through Justice, licking certain parts of his body with an electric spark.
When Malachi was completely naked, Justice felt like his heart was going to explode.
So nervous, he was trembling all over and it made him feel like a fool.
He wanted this.
Fuck, if he was completely honest with himself, he would admit he’d probably wanted this since the first minute Malachi had sent out his I’m-A-Bad-Ass vibe.
His body purred like a fucking kitten when the man was anywhere near him.
Yea, he wanted it.
He also knew it was going to hurt…
like a mother fucker.
There was no other way around it.
The toys burned and hurt with the initial stretch so it didn’t take much imagination to know what Malachi’s cock was going to do to his poor hole.
He clenched up tight just thinking about it.
“Uh uh. You’re gonna have to relax for me, babe. Tightening up, I promise, will only make it worse,” he assured him with a cocky grin as he climbed onto the bed, looking like a giant lion stalking its prey.
He traced a seductive path down the front of the kid’s chest, pinched both nipples and then trailed further down to grasp his lean hip bones and yanked him against him.
“You can still say no, babe. If you aren’t ready, we can wait.”
He should probably wait.
It was going to hurt.
He couldn’t wait, wanted it too badly.
He wanted the emotional connection that came with intimacy.
It was playing with fire but if he was extra careful, stayed focused, he could handle it.
“Don’t want to wait. I’m just nervous. Any chance you can tell me it’s not going to hurt as bad as I think it’s going to?”
“Eh…no? Trust and honesty, remember? I can’t lie to you, babe. It’s going to hurt at first, burn like the toys have when I’ve stretched you. I’ll do everything I can to prepare you, be as gentle as I can, but you’re fucking tight and my cock is fucking big.”
Justice whimpered.
“Brag much?”
Malachi chuckled.
“Have you seen my cock?”
“Yes,” Justice grumbled.
He knew where this was headed.
Why couldn’t the bastard have just lied to him?
There were always exceptions to every rule, one white lie wouldn’t have killed either of them.
“Is it small?”
“Hell, no.”
Another blasted chuckle.
“You want me to give you a minute to take one of your fingers and shove it up your ass to prove how tight you are?”
“Hell, fucking no,” Justice hissed.
“Humph. Noted, babe.”
Justice frowned.
“What exactly do you mean by that humph? It sounded all doom and gloom to me.”
“It merely means I really need to make you stick a finger up your ass…since the thought of it makes you so uncomfortable.”
Cheeks burned extra hot and red.
“I’m not,” he vowed.
“Bet you do,” Malachi countered arrogantly.
“Now, let me have that pretty ass of yours. I’ll be extra gentle with my timid little virgin, I promised.” The words teasing but the look in his eyes said something else, assured Justice he would be as gentle as possible.
“Get on all fours for me, babe. Show me what belongs to me.”
“Oh, fuck.” Justice felt another shiver dance down his spine and light a fuse in his ass.
Fuck, but the man knew what words would get him stoked.
“You’ve got to have the friskiest ass I’ve ever seen, babe. Meg is going to purr in pure female satisfaction when she finally gets to touch it. I’m going to roar when I finally get to fuck it.” Using both hands, he helped Justice into position, pulling his ass high in the air and then pushing his shoulders flush against the bed.
“And you’re going to love every minute of it, babe. I promise you that.”
Justice tried not to picture how they looked right now…
him on his knees, ass in the air and face crammed into the bed…
Malachi on his knees behind him, between his spread thighs, massaging his ass, and spreading his cheeks.
His junk was dangling down between his legs, almost touching the bed, but not quite…
just dangling there for Malachi’s enjoyment.
“Stop it, babe. You’re tightening up back here,” Malachi said softly.
“Your tight little hole is literally tightening up right in front of me, so whatever is going on in that nervous, shy mind of yours, shut it down right now. I told you it was going to burn, hurt some…at first. Your body has to adapt, just like it always does with the toys I use on you. You know to relax, breath, and push out. If you tell me to stop, we stop. If you tell me to stop moving, to give you time to adjust, I don’t move a fucking muscle.” His finger teased the tight crease of the ass displayed before him.
“When you’re ready…when you tell me to start fucking you, it’s going to feel like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. You’re going to make all those cute noises you make during ass play, and then you’re going to come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.” A finger teased the puckered hole.
“I promise, babe. I’m going to make it the best you’ve ever had.”
“Promises. Promises,” Justice joked weakly.
Hell, he could barely think, much less speak.
Every nerve in his body was burning with need, desperate for the release…
the pleasure Malachi was promising.
“You’re mine, babe. Don’t ever forget it,” Malachi murmured as his fingers kept teasing the puckered hole, loving the way the boy wiggled slightly and whimpered quietly.
Those quiet whimpers would soon escalate into loud wails of pleasure, so he enjoyed the cute whimpers while he had them.
He moved away, only a split second, to grab a tube of lube and a handful of condoms, and then he was back.
He gently removed the plug and set it aside.
The next time Justice felt Malachi’s finger probing him, it was coated with slick lube.
He felt the finger smear it all around the outside of his hole and then, gently, slip inside of him.
It didn’t go deep, barely to the first knuckle, but his body still threatened to come undone.
“Yes,” he moaned, moving back against the probing finger, begging for more but terrified of more at the same time.
“I’ve got you, babe. Just relax and enjoy.”
The finger slid deeper and started moving around, searching for the sweet spot that would help turn him into a whimpering fool.
Within just a few seconds, the exploring finger rubbed the nub of nerves hidden inside the tight channel.
Justice felt his body jerk the instant the finger slid across the bundle of nerves.
“Ahhhh, that’s the spot,” he moaned like Malachi hadn’t already known.
“Again,” he demanded like a greedy bitch.
“Please, Sir, again.”
“Uh oh, babe. No sir in this room…not tonight. Call me anything you want to call me, but I’m not your master tonight.” Another finger slid inside to join the first one, scissoring gently.
“I’m your lover.”
The words aroused him almost as much as the finger stroking his insides.
“Malachi,” he panted.
“Oh, shit, Malachi. Keep touching me there. That feels so fucking good.” He rolled his hips, begging for more.
He expected a slap on his ass but only got a soft chuckle.
“Don’t you come without me, babe,” Malachi said.
“Try to hold back. I want you so badly, want to shove my cock in your tight ass, make you take every inch of it, but we’ve got to go slow, babe. I don’t want to hurt you any more than I’m going to have to.” A third finger joined the other two.
He was stretching nicely.
Panting and whimpering even nicer.
“I’m…I’m ready. I’m sure I’m ready. Fuck me,” Justice mewled between those weird sounds he kept making.
“You’re almost ready,” Malachi countered as his fingers kept exploring and stretching.
He’d used so much lube that the poor kid was sloppy wet with the stuff.
It looked vulgarly erotic from where he was seated.
His dark fingers were buried inside the boy and lube leaked out and slid down his crack and dripped onto his nut sack.
“I can’t wait to see your ass take my cock, swallow the entire length until I completely disappear inside you.”
Justice tried to rear up, desperate for the release his body was craving…
no, demanding.
He needed Malachi to fuck him, needed to feel him do exactly what his dirty words were promising.
Before he managed to get his head a foot off the bed, Malachi shoved him back down again with his free hand.
A frustrated roar ripped from his throat.
Thank the fuck that at least that sounded manly instead of his normal cries.
“Now, Malachi! I have to come. I’m dying to come. Fuck me now.”
“Demanding little fuck, aren’t you?” Malachi asked.
His fingers slid free of their tight confines and a moan of disappointment and emptiness tumbled from Justice.
Before the muscles tightened back up, he slid on the condom and positioned the head of his cock against the slightly-gaping hole.
The boy felt it, knew what was happening, because Malachi heard him gasp and then his body tensed up again.
“Easy, babe.” Malachi’s hands gripped those lean hips again, loving how they fit together so perfectly.
Both their bodies were on fire, burning each other wherever they touched.
“Breathe for me. In and out. Calm and easy,” he coaxed.
“Push out, babe.” He nudged the head against the ring of muscles and felt Justice push out, just like he’d taught him.
The crown of his cock slid in easily, but Malachi held himself in check, refused to go any deeper until he was sure the boy was ready to take more.
Justice’s eyes popped open when he felt the intrusion.
He knew exactly what it was, what was inside of him…
what more was yet to come.
It burned…
pretty damned bad.
Soft words of affection were coming from Malachi, urging him to relax, telling him how good he was doing.
After a few seconds, the burn started to ease and he carefully rolled his hips, wondering how it would feel.
It didn’t feel bad, not at all.
He eased back, pressing his ass against Malachi’s cock…
forcing another two inches inside of him.
It didn’t feel good, not at all.
He froze.
“Too much, babe?”
Malachi, the man who loved to beat and torture his body in the playroom, lovingly stroked his back and hips, coaxed him with those soft words.
When his head reached around and wrapped around his flaming cock, Justice jerked with a start.
He would have more than likely completely impaled his ass on Malachi’s cock if the other man hadn’t been holding him tightly around his waist, refusing any movement from him.
“Easy. Just focus on how this feels for a few minutes.” He hand, already wet from the lube job on his ass, stroked up and down his length, fisting and twisting, worshipping and loving…
“Oh, fuck, that feels good. I’m trying, I promise,” Justice whispered.
“Hey, babe, uh oh,” Malachi answered.
“You’re doing well, you’re perfect.” His hand kept stroking and his lips, so different than those of a woman, started placing kisses along his shoulders, back, and hips.
“Don’t rush anything. Rushing is bad.”
Justice moaned, his hands fisted in the comforter.
His body burned, it begged for release.
Wantonly wild, he slammed his hips against Malachi, taking the entire length of his lover’s cock with his movement.
“Holy fucking shit!” He wailed and bit his bottom lip until he was sure blood had to be dripping onto the bed.
He literally saw stars.
His entire body was on fire.
One second he felt like he was being ripped in two…
but in the next second, his body welcomed the pain.
Malachi growled.
“That was bad, babe. I just told you rushing is bad.”
Justice heard the man’s voice hitch, heard the huskiness and new how fucking badly the man wanted to be pounding into his ass right now.
His ass might very well feel like it was on fire, being stretched further than the good Lord had ever intended, but the knowledge that he had brought Iron-solid Malachi to the panting mess he heard behind him…
that was an intoxicating drug that he, after only one taste, was addicted to.
He focused on that thought, the power, instead of the fact that he had a man’s dick shoved up his ass…
all the way up his ass.
“What can I say? My patience with you ran out.” Justice wiggled his hips again, testing the burn.
Almost gone.
“I’ve babied you as long as I can, Malachi.”
Malachi laughed out loud, not a chuckle, but an out and out laugh.
Actually, laughing was quite the accomplishment at the moment.
Just getting air in and out of his lungs seemed like it was at the upper limit of his capabilities at the moment.
Seeing his dick completely buried in his boy, claiming him in a way that no other ever had…
it was messing with his head.
He wanted to be gentle, had promised he would make it as painless as humanly possible.
The boy, impaling himself on his cock, was making it very hard to keep that promise.
“How are you feeling, babe? Is the burn starting to ease up?” Malachi felt the sweat starting to drip off his forehead as he used every ounce of his willpower to hold his body in check.
“Because I really want to make you pay for that ‘babied’ comment as soon as you think you might be ready.”
Another restless wiggle of his hips caused Justice to moan and Malachi to growl.
Yep, he was pretty sure he was ready.
It hadn’t been nearly as bad as he’d feared.
Who the fuck was he kidding?
It had hurt like a mother fucker…
just like he’d imagined.
He was beyond fucking proud of himself.
“I’m good,” he panted.
Malachi kept a tight grip on those lean hips and pulled out, almost all the way, and then eased back inside the incredibly tight walls of his lover.
There was a moan…
maybe it was a groan, but it wasn’t a bad sound.
The boy’s body was too relaxed.
If he’d been hurting him, he would have tensed up again.
There might still be some slight discomfort, but he suspected that was about it.
Other than with Megan, he fucked one way – hard and fast.
There were times he’d been accused of trying to use his body as a weapon during sex, but he hadn’t really given a fuck about how they felt.
All his lovers came, so they enjoyed it.
So what if he got a little rough at times?
That had been his motto…
up until Megan…
and Justice.
Without even realizing what he was doing, he set a slow and lazy pace, pumping his hips in a way that he knew wouldn’t damage his untried lover.
He watched his cock disappear when he was buried to the hilt and then slide back out again.
That entertained him for a while, but then he realized watching his lover’s body was so much more entertaining .
The boy arched his back, rolled his hips, stroked his own cock, and made all those pretty sounds that Malachi had sweet dreams about.
Every move his lover made was gracefully sexy…
every sound intoxicating.
“Damn it, Malachi,” Justice hissed.
“Fuck me, already! I’m not going to break. You’re killing me.”
“Are you sure? I like babying you.”
“Shut up, fucktard.” He grunted as his slammed his hips against Malachi’s cock.
“Fuck me,” he pleaded desperately.
“I’ve needed to come the minute you told me we were going to fuck tonight.”
“Take your hands and hang onto the iron railing of the headboard.” Malachi ordered, his tone distinctly down-to-business.
“If it becomes too much, yell at me, okay?”
Justice gripped the railing, just as he was ordered.
“Don’t be so fucking arrogant, asshole. I can take it.” He really hoped he could take it.
The whole grip the headboard sent his mind teetering in the scared shitless column .
“Promise me you will tell me,” Malachi growled.
“I don’t want to hurt you, babe. I’d like to do this again…many, many more times.”
“Promise, now fuck me. Hard.”
For the first time in his life, Malachi followed the orders issued by another.