A strangled laugh rises up out of the darkness. “Fuck you,” he says distinctly, and it’s a clear challenge. I shove back into his ready and waiting mouth, and for the next few moments there’s a battle of wills between us as we fight to take control of the rhythm. Little by little he gives way, until I’m gliding in and out of his mouth as smooth as silk. His tongue lashes around me, as though he’s desperate to taste every atom of my cock, and I hear my own quick breath in my ears, my heartbeat pounding out a thunderous drumbeat that drives me on and on—
“Stop,” I manage to spit out, pulling away from him. “On the bed. Face up.”
While he obeys, I take the opportunity to calm my breathing and will away the bliss that was already creeping up on me. There wereso manyways I wanted to enjoy Oliver tonight before I let myself go, but it’s been so long since I’ve felt this hurricane inside me…
I draw in and blow out a deep breath three times, my own personal ritual before every performance. It always helps calm me, and the frenzy of need dies down a little—enough so that I canthink, at least. I feel in the nightstand, and find the lube—it really is those thoughtful little details that I appreciate when I’m here—and then I crawl onto Oliver’s warm body and kiss him again, tasting those wet lips so recently wrapped around my cock.
“I want to taste you, too,” I tell him. He hisses out aYesss, pleassseas I kiss my way down his chest, smooth and broad, then yelps as I bite at his hard nipples. Down to his belly, which quivers when I run my tongue over it, and when I get to his cock, already dripping, he moans as I throw his legs over my shoulder. I suck him slowly into my mouth, holding down his hips when he tries to pump faster, even giving him a quick nip on the inner thigh when he won’t behave.
His pained yelp is music to my ears. I take his dick into my mouth as I run lube-soaked fingers over his hole, making him shudder with my teasing. He’s relaxed enough that I can finger him with ease, searching out the best way to play him. I know when I’ve found it, because he arches up with a strangled gasp.
“If we had more time,” I tell him, playing over that sensitive knot of nerves inside him, “I’d milk you like this until you begged me to stop.”
“I don’t think…” he gasps, “I’dever…ask you to stop.Fuck, that feelsamazing. You have…magicalfingers.”
“That’s what the critics say.”
His laugh is wild as I work his cock with my other hand, sucking at the head greedily. “Elliot…please—I’m going to shoot if you keep—please—”
I stop with a huffy, pretend sigh. “Well, if I must, I suppose I must.” I keep his legs hooked over my arms as I rise up. “I wish I could see that pretty face of yours while I do this, Oliver. One day, maybe…” I reach down to line myself up, but his hole is so welcoming that I could have slid home without any help at all. I thrust smoothly into him, trying to memorize the timbre of his groan as I bottom out. He’s warm and clutching, his insides pulsing around me as I pause to let him adjust.
“Come on,” he insists, his voice breaking a little. “You want a fight, you have to give me something to fight against—oh—”
I’ve already begun to hammer into him, relieved I don’t need to hold back. He bucks under me as though trying to throw me off—but this is the kind of ride I was hoping for, hard and fast. The insolent curses roll off his tongue, goading me deeper and harder into his body, until I put a hand down between us and pinch hard at his nipple.
He cries out, and I swallow it with a kiss. “Beg me, Oliver. Beg and plead and Imightlet you come. Otherwise I’ll just fill you up and leave you like this, desperate to unload.”
The pleas that fly out of his mouth would turn the hardest of hearts—and when it comes to Oliver, my heart is much softer than I even realized. I twist his nipple again, just because I like the noise he makes when I do it, and then I take his sweet, hot cock in my hand and let him fuck into my tight fingers.
It only takes a few well-aimed thrusts of my own for him to be keening and arcing up, letting me into him even deeper as his whole body shakes with the force of his climax. I feel the hot spurts hit my chest, the smell of him rising in a cloud between us, as I let go of all self-control and plow into him in an irregular, desperate rhythm, the crescendo building until I hit my peak.
* * *
I fill him up a second time—less frantic, much sweeter and slower, andhe, younger man that he is, even manages to spill out a third time for me, with a great deal of encouragement on my part, and cruelty to his nipples. I marvel, privately, at his body’s ability to translate pain to pleasure, even as my ears drink in his howls.
After that, we talk.
Discover each other.
“What on earth was that attitude you had the morning after you drenched me with wine?” I ask. “It was like a completely different submissive had bounced into my room, determined to get the upper hand.”
“Oh,” he says, and laughs. “It was…that’s how I act at work, sometimes. I have difficult people to deal with sometimes.”
“Ah,” I say. “I’mdifficult, am I?” I laugh as he stammers out an apology. “No need to be sorry, dear heart. I know I can be demanding, and I’m afraid I don’t have the natural charm to take the edge off.”
“Maybe not,” he says after a moment. “But you’re definitely charming in your own way, Elliot. Don’t forget that.”
It’s been a long time since someone paid me a compliment that wasn’t about my music—andmeantit. I turn it over in my mind while I stroke a hand up and down his arm.
“How did you meet Zee and Nik?” he asks after a while.
“Through Sebastian Fox. Fox and I met through mutual friends, and then he introduced me to Zee’s circle…”
It’s late, but we talk on. I ask him about his first forays into the scene, find myself laughing uncontrollably as he recounts his first few experiences—along with his best friend, Brandon—with a Dom they met online. And then I find myself quietly furious as he talks about some less amusing, much more dangerous encounters.
“Brandon and I were always okay,” he rushes to assure me.
“Still,” I say sharply. “That sort of behavior is dangerous.” He agrees, and we sink into silence once more, until I ask something that I’ve been wondering about. Wondering and, perhaps, worrying. “Thisfriend, Brandon. Are you and he—just friends?”
