Scott’s hips thrust forward without consulting his brain. Luckily, their bodies were still separated by several inches of empty air. There was no way he could get his cock inside Joe from where he knelt, no matter how desperate he was. Andthat was good, because some things could never be attempted without a clear invitation, without an outright command, to ease their way.
Still, unable to keep his frustration to himself, Scott whimpered with need. His cock begged to be sheathed inside Joe, and part of Scott knew that the only way he could make that happen was to share his feelings with Joe. Scott tensed all his muscles. His hands formed into tight fists as he pulled at his cuffs.
Joe reached back with one hand and wrapped his fingers around Scott’s cock. He didn’t stroke, he didn’t tease, but it was still all Scott could do to stop himself from coming from Joe’s firm, confident touch.
Scott shuffled forward, as Joe guided him closer to his arse. The tip of Scott’s cock brushed against Joe’s hole. He groaned, desperate to thrust forward and bury himself inside Joe’s body, but his submission won out and overruled every kind of physical need. Scott didn’t make any kind of movement that wasn’t suggested by Joe’s touch.
“Look in the mirror.”
Their gazes locked the moment Scott looked up, and Scott found himself unable to turn away.
Joe tugged him forward another fraction of an inch. Scott longed to look down, but he didn’t dare do that without Joe’s permission. Hell, he barely dared to breathe without a clear order.
Little by little, Joe drew Scott closer until the tip of Scott’s cock pushed against the firm ring of muscle around his hole. Then, without Scott making any movement of his own volition, he suddenly found the first inch of his cock buried inside Joe’s hole—inside his master’s arse.
Scott arched his back. Every muscle in his body trembled. Joe was tight and hot and perfect, and maybe even more thanthat—the dominance shining in Joe’s eyes didn’t waver for a second. Scott gasped, desperately trying to remain still; although he had no idea if that was in consideration of Joe, who might well appreciate a moment to adjust and relax around him, or in simple obedience of his master.
Yet, at the same time, he knew that if Joe ordered him to move, good manners would go out the window. Staring into Joe’s eyes, Scott could only submit to Joe’s decisions and trust that he’d make the right ones for them both.
“That’s right, Scottie,” Joe praised. His voice was rough and pleasure hung from every syllable. “You’re doing fine.”
A wave of relief mixed with bliss swept through Scott’s body, and almost prompted him to move. He resisted until Joe nodded, just once.
Scott didn’t need to ask what permission Joe was granting him with the gesture. Still staring into Joe’s eyes, Scott pushed forward. Inch by inch he slid his erection deeper into Joe’s body. It felt like centuries since he’d felt that tight, hot, sensation wrap around his shaft, and there was nothing like it in the world.
As his hips came to rest against Joe’s buttocks, Scott had no choice but to still, barely able to catch his breath.
Part of him wished there was some sort of chastity device he could ask to wear. Even if he hadn’t already given Joe his solemn word that he wouldn’t come without permission, Scott knew an accidental orgasm simply wasn’t an option tonight. An early climax when Joe was topping might have annoyed Joe, but it probably wouldn’t have completely ruined things for him.
Coming too soon when he was actually topping… Scott whimpered. The consequences didn’t bear thinking about.
He took another deep breath, only to let it out as a heartfelt moan, when Joe clenched and relaxed his muscles around him. It felt so good, but he couldn’t allow himself todwell on that, couldn’t permit himself to really feel the offered ecstasy.
In the mirror’s reflection, Joe nodded again.
Concentrating very carefully, Scott pulled back. Cold air caressed skin that had quickly grown to love the body heat that had encircled it. Every cell in Scott’s body screamed that he needed to get his cock back inside Joe.
He lurched clumsily forward. Joe’s gaze never wavered. Several jerky thrusts later, Scott saw Joe’s expression change.
“Stop.”
Scott froze. Even his heart failed to beat and panic bubbled up inside him.
Joe shifted his position, making his internal muscles do wonderful things around Scott’s erection. Moving his right hand away from the headboard, Joe reached back. For a horrible moment, Scott thought Joe intended to push him away, but Joe’s hand came to rest on Scott’s side.
“Just follow me.”
With the slightest pressure of his hand, Joe guided Scott’s whole body forward, then back again. Scott made three thrusts that were no better than those that had gone before. Closing his eyes, he concentrated upon Joe’s hand with every scrap of energy at his disposal.
Slowly, as if there were some strange and primitive magic at work, he felt his muscles relax. As the tension left him, it became far easier for him to follow Joe’s lead. His thrusts gradually became smooth, almost graceful.
“That’s right.”
Joe sounded just as in control of the world as ever, just as dominant as any man could ever be.
“That’s exactly what I want from you.”
And, somehow, those last few words made everything come into focus inside Scott’s head. This wasn’t about him andhis cock, any more than it was about his tongue or his mouth when he sucked Joe off.
