Scott peered up at Joe. He was so confident about everything, so sure that everything would go according to his plans. So unlike Scott…
“Give me another ch-ch-chance?” Scott blurted out.
Joe’s expression changed so quickly, it was as if someone had flipped a switch inside him. “You don’t think I’m letting you go that easily, do you, darling?” Amusement danced on every word. He dipped his head to whisper into Scott’s ear. “You offered yourself to me when you stepped in here tonight. You’re mine and I intend to make good use of you. Nothing but your safe word will change that.”
Scott was sure any sane man would find those words terrifying. Happily, he was even more sure that any sanity he’d possessed had packed its bags and flown away on an extended holiday the moment he’d set eyes on Joe.
There was no fear in Scott’s world, only excitement. Adrenaline rushed through his veins so fast it was all he could do to stay upright enough to enjoy it.
Joe moved one hand to Scott’s shoulder and pressed down.
Apparently, staying upright was no longer required.
Scott began to lower himself to his knees. His joints held strong until the last moment. An inch before he reached the floor, his control faltered. He landed heavily on the grubby floorboards. A jolt rushed through his body making the breath catch in his throat.
Scott’s mouth dropped open.
Joe grinned and ran his thumb across Scott’s bottom lip. Frozen in place, all Scott could do was stare up at Joe in awe.
“That’s right,” Joe said, sliding his thumb forward and pushing it between Scott’s lips to casually penetrate his mouth.
Scott opened his mouth wider. In that moment, it felt right. It felt as if there was nothing he had to do but stay wherehe was, and do as Joe said, and absolutely everything in the whole damn world would be perfect.
* * * * *
“That’s right,” Joe repeated. He was barely aware of what he was saying; he doubted that it mattered what syllables fell from his lips anyway. Scott wasn’t looking for complicated declarations and inspiring speeches. He just needed to hear the man in charge reassuring him that everything was fine. He needed thetoneof Joe’s voice.
At least, Joe guessed that was what Scott needed. Scott was so unlike the guys Joe normally played with, it was impossible to be certain.
Sounding certain however, that was a different matter. Joe smiled to himself—he was good at sounding certain. He slid his thumb further into Scott’s mouth as he considered his options. Scott stared back at him, his eyes never leaving Joe’s face.
Joe had no doubt that Scott was trying to work out how to please him. The only difference between them was that Joe knew Scott would never guess that he was standing above him doing something similar.
It had been years since Joe had been willing to let another man see his emotions flash across his face that way. Almost as many years had passed since he’d had a sub that innocent.
No doubt any other sub who was as naive as Scott, would have had the sense to run for their life if Joe had approached them. But, Scott sucked gently around Joe’s thumb as he met his gaze, and showed no inclination to rush off anywhere.
“I’ve been watching your mouth ever since we met,” Joe told him.
A confused little sound vibrated against Joe’s thumb, as if Scott had genuinely never noticed Joe staring at him like a ravenous wolf every time they were in the same room.
“Now, I’m going to do more than watch it.”
Keeping his thumb in place, Joe slid a finger into Scott’s mouth to join it. A wonderful combination of sensations surrounded the digits—wet heat, a soft nimble tongue, and just a touch of sharp teeth to make it interesting.
“I’ve wanted to have you on your knees back here for so long,” Joe murmured, still letting his tone of voice do most of the talking for him. “Hell, I almost ordered you to get around here the first time I set eyes on you.” He would have too, if it hadn’t been so bloody obvious that Scott wasn’t the type.
Joe’s smile turned slightly lopsided. Apparently, God bless him,Scotthadn’t realised he wasn’t the type to do this…
Suddenly, Scott began to retreat. Joe’s smile died. For a moment, he really thought Scott was trying to pull away. But no, Scott was just nodding his agreement. Relief rushed through Joe as he took his fingers out of Scott’s mouth and moved his hand to the back of Scott’s head.
Scott lifted a hand.
“Don’t.” Joe didn’t know if Scott had intended to reach up for his fly or to wipe his own mouth. His order was the same either way.
Scott lowered his hand to his side. He closed his eyes for a moment. Then, very slowly, he opened his mouth in invitation.
Joe’s cock throbbed with the desire to be lodged between Scott’s lips. He quickly undid his zip. The silent offering was almost as erotic as the prospect of getting sucked off.
