It was the pleasure Joe got from playing with Scott’s cock through his jeans that was the important thing, not the sheer ecstasy Scott had received in the process.
Scott bit down hard on his bottom lip. The bitter metallic flavour of blood filled his mouth, washing away the lingering taste of Joe’s cum. That wasn’t fair. Scott had wanted so much to make the sweet saltiness last, to preserve any evidence that this evening had really happened, and keep hold of it for the rest of his life.
“How’s your back feeling?” Joe suddenly enquired.
Moving very slowly, very carefully, Scott lifted his head. “My b-back?” He blinked as he tried to make his mind work. Joe’s hand had been on his cock, not his back. Scott was very sure of that. His shaft still throbbed with the aftershocks.
One brain cell finally bumped into another. Nerve endings whirled into action. Every inch of skin from the nape of his neck to the back of his ankles tingled.
Of course—the flogging! Scott shrugged his shoulders; his shirt rubbed against his sensitised skin. “It feels g-good.”
Joe nodded, just once, as if that were nothing more or less than he’d expected. The universe was obviously operating in exactly the way Joe was used to. It was only Scott’s world that had been turned upside down and shaken until every familiarlandmark had dropped off it and scattered across the dusty floor around his feet.
“Th-th-thank you.” Scott could barely make the words loud enough to be heard, but at the same time, they needed to be said.
Joe raised one dark eyebrow. His eyes danced with humour. “Are you thanking me for flogging you and screwing you? Or are you talking about me letting you suck my cock and allowing you to come?”
Scott stared up into Joe’s eyes for a long time. All those things were liberties that Joe could easily have decided not to grant him. That fact had never been clearer. Whatever happened between them, it would only ever be because Joe allowed it. Scott’s happiness was Joe’s to permit or deny on a whim.
Scott’s stomach turned over. Just because the idea was as hot as hell, that didn’t stop it giving him a cold, foreboding feeling in the pit of his gut.
A sudden instinct for self-preservation made Scott try to take a step back, but he was pressed against the bar. He squirmed and shuffled his feet, but there was nowhere for him to go.
“I’m still waiting for an answer,” Joe reminded him.
What had he been thanking him for?The question whirled around and around in Scott’s head.
“All of t-the a-above,” he finally whispered. He’d never heard himself sound so uncertain.
A slow smile twisted Joe’s lips, making him appear incredibly satisfied with himself. Relief bubbled up inside Scott. He hadn’t said anything stupid. He’d been right to tell the truth.
“You have no idea how much of a natural sub you are, do you?”
Without a single word of warning, Joe stepped back.
The heat from Joe’s body faded from Scott’s skin. He frowned, wondering when he had lost the ability to warm himself from the inside; when his blood had begun to feel cold within his veins unless Joe was pressed against him. Suddenly, Scott felt dependent upon Joe for even that basic need.
Instincts screamed inside Scott, demanding that he step forward and close the gap between them, but his feet were rooted to the floor. “Can I h-help you c-clean up?” he blurted out.
“I think you’ve already done that,” Joe said, as he tucked his freshly licked cock away.
In spite of everything they’d just done together, Scott felt heat rush to his cheeks at Joe’s teasing. “No, I m-mean the club. I could help you—”
Joe cut him off with a shake of his head. “Not my job. My shift is over. I just have to lock up when we leave.”
“Oh…” Scott shuffled his feet. His jeans were turning increasingly uncomfortable as his cum dried on the inside of his fly.
He glanced toward the door leading out of the club. He should leave. That was obvious. But whatever glue had been used to stick his feet to the floor was bloody stubborn stuff. All he could do was stand there like an idiot, staring down at his shoes.
Another pair of shoes appeared in his field of vision as black leather boots stepped between his trainers.
Scott jerked his head up.
Joe was right in front of him. “It’s time to go.”
Scott nodded, and then went right on staring at Joe, not moving an inch.
Joe placed his hands on Scott’s shoulders and turned him around. A sharp tap on Scott’s arse finally convinced him to move toward the gap in the bar that he hadn’t been able to find before. It also sent a surprising wave of pleasure tinglingthrough his body, and a whole host of possibilities racing through his mind.
