Page 123 of Pushing the Envelope


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Joe stole his mind as easily as he ever had.

“Please, s-sir.” Scott had no idea what he begged for; only that he needed something, and Joe was the only one who could provide it.

His hand fell on Scott’s arse again and again.

Crying out as both his intellect and his emotions spiralled and whirled out of control, Scott kicked out against the sheet. His limbs were no longer his to control and—

“Scott!”

The word cut through all the madness and confusion in Scott’s head. It sliced straight toward that part of him that was the most ancient and primitive. The syllables didn’t matter; the tone made Scott freeze.

Dominance, authority, confidence. Whatever it was that filled Joe’s voice, it swept away all Scott’s uncertainty and brought him back to the here and now. Scott cautiously stole a glance over his shoulder.

His gaze met Joe’s.

Joe stared back at him very seriously for several moments and Scott found himself incapable of looking away. Then, Joe smiled. He lifted his hand closest to Scott’s face and rested it tenderly against his cheek.

He kept his other hand on Scott’s arse. He didn’t caress or stroke. He didn’t need to. Every bit of Scott’s skin that Joe touched still trembled with bliss.

“That’s right,” Joe said, his voice dripping with gentle reassurance. “You’re fine, aren’t you?”

Scott nodded.

Joe moved his hand over Scott’s spanked arse very slowly, making him whimper. “Painful?”

Scott shook his head.

“Sore?”

Scott shook his head again. He probably should have been sore, but pleasure overruled the possibility of any negative sensation entering his body right then. “Just h-h-hot, sir,” he managed to whisper.

“Hot’s good,” Joe said. “I’ve always thought you were the hottest sub I’ve ever met, but when you’re like this, it’s the icing on the kinky cake.”

Several minutes passed before Joe moved his hand up and rubbed his palm over Scott’s freshly spanked arse once more. This time, he dipped the tips of his fingers between Scott’s cheeks and caressed his hole.

* * * * *

Joe didn’t just admire Scott’s arse as he teased the cleft between his buttocks. He studied every line and muscle in Scott’s body. There was no hint of fear or pain in him. He was all acceptance, all submission. If there had just been a little more certainty of his own worth mixed in with it, he’d have been undeniably perfect.

Joe’s need to reassure collided with the desire to bury his cock deep within Scott’s arse and make everything very simple and straightforward between them.

His erection ached, but so did something deep inside his brain.

“Lay down.”

Joe didn’t expect to issue that order, oranyorder. One second he was busy trying to decide what to do next; the next moment, his instincts had taken over and the decision had already been made.

With no possible way of knowing how much confusion reigned in Joe’s head, Scott obeyed him without any hesitation. He lay down on his stomach, turning his head to the side so he could see Joe and track his movements.

Nothing complicated. Joe had no doubt he’d be able to find plenty of pervertable things among Scott’s belongings if he wanted to tie him up, or do any of a dozen other kinky things with him. But this wasn’t the time for any kind of elaborate setup. Joe grabbed lube and a condom from his jeans, then tossed the crumpled denim back onto the floor. It only took him a moment to sheathe his cock with latex. Scott made no comment, although he watched it all.

Slicking his fingers, Joe wasted no more time before finding Scott’s hole and starting to prepare him. His buttocks were scorching hot after the spanking. The heat seeped into Joe’s palm as he steadied Scott while he worked the fingers of his other hand deeper inside his body.

Joe knew Scott’s body better than he’d ever known another lover’s. And even if he hadn’t, he didn’t need to look at a guy’s arse to know what he was doing. Joe was free to look at Scott’s face, and he eagerly watched each emotion and reaction spread across his features.

God, but he was gorgeous.

Scott’s whimpers and moans filled the air. He sounded as incredible as he looked. Joe had never heard anything so beautiful.