Chapter 1
Damon
“That’s it, take it all in…that’s my good little cocksucker.” There really was nothing like watching Tyler Blakely on his knees with his throat full of my dick, those blue irises even more blue than usual since his eyes were red and streaming with the force of my face-fucking.
Times like these I wondered what the hell Blakely’s ex-Dom had been smoking, giving up a guy like this.
His loss, my absolute gain.
I pulled out and a river of saliva ran down his chin as Tyler coughed and gasped. I reached down to touch his face, a tender trail of my fingers across those soaked, red lips, and then I grabbed a handful of his auburn hair. “Open up, princess.”
His mouth opened obediently, and I watched my cock slide back in to that warm, inviting hole. I’d been fucking him like this for the last half hour, if the clock on the wall over there hadn’t actually stopped. And Tyler hadn’t tapped out yet.
Not that I expected him to; of all the subs I’d played with, our kinks lined up best. In fact, ever since our first hookup, I’d reserved all my limited spare time for him, blowing off the matches I got on Punishr, which was where I first met him. I’d been spoiled for choice ever since I signed up on the app, but then Tyler Blakely walked into my life—or slid into my DMs, anyway—and since our first play date, I just couldn’t get him out of my head.
The thing was, Ty didn’t live in the city. He was out in the sticks somewhere in Connecticut, taking care of an estate that was deserted most of the year. That hadn’t been much of a problem until recently, when Ty and the head groundskeeper out there were preparing the estate for a wedding. For the last month, his visits to the city had been rare and rushed.
I was struggling with my own schedule. I was lowest of the low on the totem pole at work, which meant I took the shifts I was given and smiled about it. But I’d done whatever I could do in my limited power to accommodate Blakely, because the guy had an oral fixation the likes of which I’d never seen, and my dick had become so accustomed to his body that jerking off alone was unsatisfying. Answering any other call for a hookup, even though I still got them regularly, would have been like drive-through Mickey D’s when what you really want is a fine dining experience.
Speaking of which—
“Up on the bed, Blakely,” I said, giving the chain between his nipple clamps a tug hard enough to make him wince. “I wanna eat that ass before I use it.”
I was tongue-deep in him almost before he was in position, one of my hands pulling his cheek to the side so I could really get in there, the other hand slapping around on the nightstand for the condom I knew I’d put there. I took my time, got him nice and wet, relaxed and whimpering. Every squeeze of him on my exploring tongue got me hotter as I imagined that grip on my dick.
Eventually I suited up, but I was so turned on I dumped half a ton of lube on him when I squished the tube too hard. I caught most of it in my other hand before it slopped down onto the bed, and used it to jerk him off while I started pushing into him. His hole opened up for me without resistance, so I knew I’d done my job well.
“That’s right, take it all,” I panted out, sliding home with a groan of satisfaction. I paused just to let the relief pour over me; it had been two weeks since I’d been inside Tyler Blakely, and that was definitely two weeks too long. “Tell me what you need,” I sighed out.
“Fuck me,” he begged. “I need your load in me.”
The idea of breeding him sped my hips up, even though the only place that load was going was into the rubber. But Tyler knew just what kind of dirty talk got me crazy for him, and I was more than happy to fall into the fantasy that I was going to fill him up, paint my claim all over his insides.
I pumped him deep, both hands on his hips, but just before I shot I reached under to tug on that chain again, made him yelp and buck as I tortured his sensitive nipples. His ass clamped down and I let the orgasm flow through me, tipping my head back as I gave a shout that died into a laugh, and then before the aftershocks died away, with my cock still in him, I gave him a reach-around.
“Come on, Blakely. Give it up for me. Show me how much you love getting that ass reamed.” I used the short, quick strokes that I knew he liked best at that point, and a few seconds later he was filling up my hand with his hot, heavy cream. “Mm, that’s good,” I slurred out, bringing my hand up to watch his jizz drip down my palm. “Yeah, that was good.”
I was pretty out of it. Only Tyler ever got me off that good, like my brains had drained out my dick along with my cum. I massaged his ass with my sticky hand, working his spunk into the globes. My dick was still rock-hard, but it was time to pull out.
He’d suggested going raw before, and the idea drove me crazy, but I was a cautious man. I didn’t know what he was doing when he wasn’t with me.
Drove me crazy thinking about that sometimes.
But I was just his New York hookup. He’d made that clear from the start. I was a way to get his ex out of his head, and a way to relax on his days off. These days, I might even have called us friends with benefits—but if I wished sometimes it might develop into something more, the state line between us would always prevent that. I'd sworn off long-distance.
Never again.
At first I’d loved how low-maintenance Tyler was. I’d had high-maintenance before, and I hadn’t enjoyed it. But the more time Blakely and I spent together, the more I liked him. I liked the way he was always careful to get back on time, and how much responsibility he took around the estate in his job. The head groundskeeper, Stan, was getting on in years, and Tyler always tried to take on the more physical labor himself.
I liked his sense of humor, and his taste in music.
All that and an ass like that? The guy was like my dream sub—and more.
He took a shower, and I watched him from the bed, playing with myself again as I watched that hard, toned body of his all wet and slick. The physical work he did out at the Connecticut estate kept him pretty jacked, and I liked that about him, too. Watching all that male strength give in to my demands, submit to my will—I gave another shiver of pleasure and my dick made a valiant attempt to rally, but I was distracted by the buzz of a text message coming through on my phone.
Even a glance at the message made me clench my teeth so hard they were in danger of cracking.
Miles fucking Vanderhoven.
