I stepped to the side and drew the cool leather through my fingers. It sent a tremble of excitement down my spine and I sucked in a deep breath. I loved being out here in the garage. The smell of motor oil and road dirt and the tiniest bit of the outdoors lingered here—it wasn’t a bedroom. It wasn’t meant for soft things. It was meant for fucking and hurting and claiming, and I wanted to do all that and more right now.
I let the belt unfurl as I drew back my arm, then swung the leather and laid a hard hit across his ass. The jolt was both more and less than I expected, and the sound echoed. His body tensed and his breath quivered before he let out a cry and his eyes squeezed shut. I did it again and his shoulders dipped, but his ass stayed high. His thick muscles stood out along his body and drops of sweat gleamed along his spine. I slid his boxer briefs down until they were bunched under his asscheeks and couldn’t get enough of the sight of two cherry-red welts across his ass. The stripes on the right side were darker, and I thought that might’ve been the point where the belt had caught hardest. I actually felt bad, even though I loved everything about this. I went to my knees and sucked along each red line while he shivered and let out a small sound that reminded me of a kitten, which I never would’ve guessed a big, strong man like this could even make.
My mind was blown in the best way possible. His skin carried a salty tang and there was the faintest hint of musk in the air from his sweat. “Do you want the last one on your bare skin?” I sucked at the darkest spot on the top welt on his right side.
He froze, and I didn’t think he was even breathing, so I laid a soothing hand on his lower back and rubbed.
“Answer me. It’s okay if you can’t go on.”
“I’m scared, Sir. It hurts.”
Standing, I kissed up along his spine and the back of his neck. “Convince me to forgive one, then.”
He turned and stared up at me, his brown eyes huge and glassy. I hadn’t been looking at him as anything other than a hookup the night I fucked him in the bathroom, but this time I studied his face and the beautiful glint of silver in his hair—and the way he moved as if he would die if he didn’t get my cock inside him. His body quivered and he rested his loosely tied hands on my chest.
He was perfect.
And then he softly pressed his mouth to mine. The kiss quickly transformed into him sucking on my bottom lip like it was my cock. When I pulled back far enough to glance down his body and appreciate what my work had caused, I sighed happily. There was a huge damp spot on the crotch of his boxer briefs, and with the way I had the back shoved down they were ready to fall off and glide down his muscled legs.
“Fuck, you’re forgiven.” I dropped the belt and tugged the lube and condom out of my pocket that I’d stuffed in there earlier, with hope in my heart. “Show me that ass again.”
He nodded and dropped his gaze to the floor as he turned and resumed his position. I tugged his underwear down to his knees, and as much as I wanted to get into his hole more than anything else in the world, I’d already hurt him, so I was careful. I bent and traced the welts with my tongue, then went to a knee and licked at the curve of his solid, muscular thigh. Breathing out, I smiled to myself as I buried my face against his ass crack.
Flynn gasped. “What—”
It took a couple of seconds to get between his cheeks and flick my tongue over his hole. “I want to taste you everywhere.”
He moaned, and when I leaned back to get a full view of his pretty ass, I watched drops of liquid drip down the side panel of the car in front of him—his precum. He was leaking like a faucet. I had to rest my forehead against his ass. Heat unlike anything I’d ever experienced outside of an orgasm rushed and tingled along my skin as I stared between his legs at a glossy drop that rolled toward the ground and plopped onto the cement.
“So fucking good.” I closed my eyes for a second at the punch of pleasure that whipped through my body. Once I had my shit together, I reached through his legs and lightly grabbed his cock, squeezing it, and then I went back to work, eating him out like he was a snack. I pressed between his asscheeks and forced my tongue into his hole until his cock was jerking against my fist. When I couldn’t stand it anymore I climbed to my feet and pushed at his back to get his ass the slightest bit higher in the air. I couldn’t take my time. I had to use my teeth to tear open the lube because my hands were shaking, and I held my breath as I prepped him and teased my fingers into his scalding heat.
“Fuck me, Sir,” he whispered, and the words were crazy hot with the way his thighs shook just a little as he strained to get his ass higher for me. It took too fucking long to get the condom on my cock. I followed the red welts with my fingertips, then grasped his asscheeks roughly and spread them apart before I drove my cock between them. I almost blacked out when I popped into the heaven of his ass, the pressure enough I thought I would die from that alone.
“You’re my bitch, aren’t you, waiting for me to fill you up? You wanted me to fuck you all day, didn’t you? You thought about it. Tell me.”
He nodded and gasped as I pounded deep into his body. He shoved his ass back against me, and I fucking loved the way he seemed like he would die without my cock. I smashed my body against his, appreciating how his asscheeks jiggled when I smacked my groin against them. I gripped his strong shoulders and didn’t worry about how tightly I held him or how much of my body weight I leaned on him. I used my dick to make him feel good and used him to get off—it was a satisfying sex symbiosis that had me fucking faster and drilling him harder.
“Don’t know what I should say, Sir. But more. I need more.”
“Oh, you asked for it,” I growled out and fucked him faster, using my grip on his shoulders to hold him still so I could hammer my body into his. The car began to rock back and forth, and he laughed, a stunning, wonderful sound that bounced around us.
I lost myself in him.
For a while the whole world was his tight heat and the writhing of his muscles against my body, but then he stiffened, moving faster, pressing back harder. That was my cue to slide my hand around his body. I closed my fist on his cock and leaned up to suck his earlobe. “Paint this car with cum, Flynn. Be my dick bitch. You want it so much, show me. Come for me. Be mine.”
His breath hitched and he stilled as I continued to jerk him off and pound into his ass. All at once I could tell by the way his asshole fluttered around me that it was starting. Wet, sticky heat coated my knuckles, and I moaned, burying my face against the side of his neck. I let the mood take me and fucked as fast as I could now that I’d gotten him over the edge, burying my cock deep in his ass as the pleasure rushed me. A minute later he was holding onto my forearm while I still cradled his spent dick. I rubbed the plump flesh with my thumb as I eased from his body, and he hissed when I was finally out. I tied off the condom and tossed it on the floor, then pulled up my underwear and jeans. As I zipped and buttoned, I smirked at the big splash of his ball juice decorating the side of his car.
When I was presentable, I turned him, and he blinked at me. I hadn’t really noticed anyone’s eyes much before him, but his were dark and pretty and I loved the shade of brown. He seemed stunned.
“You’re so....” I brushed a hand over his silver hair, and his brows furrowed.
“I’m what?”
“Mine,” I finished with a shrug. It was nearly nothing to tug the tie away from his wrists and let it fall to the dirty garage floor, and then I pulled up his boxer briefs and pants so he wouldn’t trip. He seemed groggy as I ushered him toward the side door to his house, and when we reached it, I turned the knob and was staring into a clean little kitchen with a light on above the stove. For a second, I considered taking him inside and snuggling with him on the nearest flat surface, but we just weren’t there yet, and he hadn’t actually invited me into his house. As much as I wanted him, I didn’t want to take advantage when his brain was fuzzy from sex.
“You’re meeting me to work out in the morning. I’ll text details. Five o’clock. Ass crack of dawn.”
“Wait. What?” He scowled at me, and I had to laugh as he seemed to scrape some brain cells together. I urged him into the kitchen so I knew he would be safe inside when I left.
