Joe’s thrusts sped up. His hips smacked into Scott’s freshly flogged arse with each deep thrust. The cuffs around Scott’s ankles bit into his skin as Joe pushed him further up the bed.
“Come!” Joe lifted himself a little higher on his hands. His angle changed. Suddenly, it was enough.
Scott wasn’t the only one who obeyed Joe’s demand. There was less than a second between their orgasms. As Joe yelled out his pleasure above him, Scott’s breath lodged in his throat, and rendered him completely mute. Pumping against the mattress as much as his restraints would allow, Scott made the most of every strand of cotton beneath him and tapped into each bit of friction to prolong his orgasm.
Wave after wave of scorching perfection raced through Scott’s body as his cum spilled between him and the mattress. His mind shut down. There was nothing in the world other than bliss. But, instead of floating through pleasure the way he so often had in the past, Scott now found himself trapped in a web of it. This time, his orgasm didn’t take him gently by the hand—it grabbed him by the balls and twisted.
Scott whimpered gently as he slowly made his way back through a maze of sensations and reality reasserted itself around him.
Joe’s body was still covering his, pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to take a deep breath. It was impossible for him to move, and more perfect than he’d ever known reality could be.
Every breath Joe took reverberated through Scott’s torso. Scott helplessly murmured his pleasure. He was in bed with Joe. He’d just been screwed by Joe Stuart. Part of him belonged to the hottest man he’d ever set eyes on. Life was good.
Scott had no idea how many lifetimes passed before Joe began to pull away from him. All he knew was that, as their bodies separated, he’d never felt so alone or so empty in his life.He kept his eyes closed as he heard Joe moving about the room, no doubt dispensing with his condom and straightening up all those clothes he’d never got around to fully removing.
The sounds of the door to the tiny en-suite bathroom opening and closing floated across the bedroom to Scott. A moment later, something warm and wet brushed across his arse.
“What the—?” Scott jerked away from it, as far as he was able—which wasn’t very far. His cuffs rattled, but held strong.
Joe smiled as Scott peered over his shoulder at him. He moved the wet flannel over Scott’s skin once more, deftly cleaning away the excess lube that had been drying against the cleft of his buttocks.
“You d-don’t have to…” Scott mumbled. “I can—”
“I thought we had a deal,” Joe cut in.
Scott could only blink at him in confusion. He automatically tried to turn around, but his limbs reminded him, very sternly, that there were still four pairs of cuffs keeping him firmly in place. He slumped back against the mattress.
“And the deal is that I can do whatever I want with you, and you can’t do a damn thing about it.” Joe sounded so bloody calm.
Scott tried to think of a response and failed. It was difficult to argue against facts he loved. He remained silent as Joe finished his self-assigned task and tossed the washcloth back into the bathroom.
There was no reason for Joe to hang around any longer. Scott knew that. He wasn’t going to make a fool of himself by asking for things to be any different than they were. He closed his eyes. They’d hooked up. He’d had fun. If Joe had enjoyed it even a fraction as much as him, then maybe, just maybe, he’d want to screw again sometime?
“I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess that you’re single.” The mattress shifted beneath Scott’s body as Joe sat down next to him and casually rested his hand on his backside.
Scott frowned. “I…” The way Joe palmed his arse made it so damn difficult to think. Scott swallowed rapidly and tried to make words happen, any words.
“Do you have a boyfriend? A friend with benefits? Is there anyone who comes into contact with your arse, your cock, or your mouth on a regular basis?” Joe prompted.
Scott shook his head.
Joe slid his fingers down between Scott’s arse cheeks and stroked his hole. He was sore. Even the slightest touch was enough to send a jolt of pleasure through him after the pounding he’d just taken.
“You’re sure?” Joe pushed. “I won’t be pleased if I find out that you lied to me about this.”
“Yeah, I’m s-sure,” Scott managed to say.
“Good.”
Scott wanted to lift his head and look over his shoulder, but he just didn’t have the energy anymore. It was far easier to just lie there limply and let Joe play with his body in whatever way he liked. “G-good?” he echoed.
Without any warning, Joe’s hand disappeared from Scott’s backside.
Scott nibbled on his bottom lip. Did that mean that he wasn’t good anymore? “Joe?”
Joe didn’t answer him, but that didn’t matter, because his hand had already returned to Scott’s world. Joe’s fingers brushed against Scott’s left wrist.
Scott looked up and watched Joe deftly undo the buckle to free him.
