Donny spread his lips further and darted his tongue out, sliding it against Roland’s, moaning into his mouth and reaching up to seal their mouths together more solidly. Roland sighed softly and Donny swallowed it, before separating their lips and pressing a kiss against the corner of Roland’s mouth.
“It’s time to get you fed, and then I’m going to take you to bed and remind you about the kind of decisions I’m capable of making.” Donny pulled back and turned Roland around, pressing his hands against the small of Roland’s back and guiding him back inside the penthouse.
Donny moved him to the island in the kitchen and made him sit on a stool. He opened the fridge and pulled out the roast beef and cheddar cheese, setting them on the counter. He reached down to the floor and picked up the empty bottle of vodka, then locked his eyes with Roland’s as he threw it in the trash. Roland’s cheeks colored and he looked down at the countertop.
“Mayo and mustard?” Donny asked, pulling out a plate and then two slices of bread.
“Yes, please,” Roland replied, and Donny slathered each piece of bread with the condiments, before he piled on the meat and cheese. He pressed the sandwich together and then slid the plate across to Roland.
“Eat,” Donny ordered. He rested his elbows on the counter, holding his chin in his hands until Roland took a tentative first bite. He watched Roland chew and swallow, then take another bite. Donny’s posture relaxed as Roland made his way through the sandwich.
When he was halfway done, Donny dropped a pickle onto the plate. Roland looked up and smiled tentatively before taking a bite.
When Roland had finished the sandwich and two pickles, Donny dropped the plate into the sink and walked around the island, taking Roland by the hand.
“Now we go to bed.”
Chapter 17
The Taste of Vodka and Hope
Roland followedDonny into the bedroom and stood awkwardly in the doorway, unsure of what to do or where to go. He felt so off balance when Donny was around, like the world was spinning and he wasn’t. It wasn’t necessarily an unwelcome feeling so much as it was an unfamiliar one.
“Take off your pants.” Donny was on the other side of the bed now, pulling his clothes off while he traced his eyes up Roland’s body. Roland pushed his pants to his thighs and the fabric slipped down, then pooled at his feet. He clenched his hands then relaxed them, moving his fingers back and forth across the hairs on his thighs.
Donny reached into Roland’s bedside table and pulled out the bottle of lube and a condom and closed the drawer with a soft click. He tossed the lube on the bed but held the condom in his hand.
“Come here. Lay down.” He gestured to the bed and began to stroke his cock lazily in his free hand. Roland watched Donny’s hand slide up and down his shaft until it thickened and leaked from the tip. Roland licked his lips and did as he’d been told.
“Get yourself hard.” Donny stayed standing, continued stroking, and his eyes burned into Roland’s skin as Roland dripped some lube into his hand and then palmed his cock. When his fingers wrapped around his shaft, his eyes fell closed and his back angled up off the bed. He let out an involuntary sigh and then settled back down.
“Have you ever topped, Roland?” Donny tore the condom open with his teeth and waited for his reply. The answer was no. Roland had never topped. He’d never been with someone who’d been interested in bottoming which, in all honesty, was fine with Roland. He loved the feeling of being taken, being used, being controlled. He didn’t need to think about anything or make any decisions. He had only to take what he was given.
“No.”
“Hmn.” Donny crawled onto the bed just as Roland leaned up on his elbows to sit. Donny pressed a hand flat against his chest until he was lying back down.
“I’m going to fuck you, Roland. I’m going to use you to get myself off. I’ll give you what you need, and I’ll take what I deserve.”
Roland’s mouth went dry and he nodded his head.
Donny rolled the condom down Roland’s cock and covered it in lube. He took two slick fingers and reached behind him, pressing them both inside of himself as Roland watched. Donny fucked himself onto his hand, tossing his head back and groaning.
Roland stared, watched the lines of Donny’s chest contort as his breaths stuttered, watched the way his cock bobbed as his fingers worked their way in and out of his hole. Roland reached his hand out and grazed his fingers along Donny’s thigh, causing Donny’s head to angle down and his eyes to snap open.
Donny looked nearly lost to pleasure, and he removed his fingers, moving to straddle Roland’s torso. He reached behind him again, this time grabbing Roland’s cock and holding it firmly around the base so it pointed toward the ceiling. He braced one hand on Roland’s chest and lifted up, then backward, then down.
“Fuck, Roland,” Donny whispered, sliding himself down Roland’s cock inch by inch until he was fully seated, his ass resting on Roland’s thighs. A layer of sweat had already broken out across Donny’s chest, and his body quaked as he rocked himself back and forth on Roland’s erection.
Roland clamped his fingers hard around Donny’s thighs. “Stop,” he choked out, and Donny slowed his movement, his jaw clenched together, and his eyes bored down into Roland’s.
“You feelsofucking good inside me,” Donny said, finally stopping his gyrations.
Roland needed a minute. He pressed his eyes closed and took a series of steadying breaths. This was too much. Maybe not for Donny, but far too much for him— so much more than he deserved. He could feel his heart thumping erratically inside his chest, and his palms slicked with sweat as his hands tensed on Donny’s thighs.
Donny shifted and leaned forward, stroking his hands down Roland’s chest and torso. Roland could feel the heat radiating from his palms and he was well aware of the barely restrained tension that vibrated down Donny’s arm.
“Be good, Roland. Be fucking good for me.” Donny sounded less in control of himself than he ever had and his hips bucked involuntarily while he petted Roland.
