Scott gasped into the kiss, apparently more than a little shocked by it. Joe buried his hands deeper in Scott’s hair, holding him still until he was sure that Scott would keep his head in place of his own volition.
Soon, Scott was lost in the kiss. Joe slid his hands down Scott’s body and settled them on Scott’s freshly reddened arse.
The moan Scott let out went straight to Joe’s cock; so did the way Scott bucked his hips. Joe pulled Scott down more firmly against his body. Scott pushed his arse back into Joe’s hands, then thrust forward, rubbing their cocks together. “Please,” Scott whimpered into the kiss.
“Tell me what you want.”
Scott groaned. He dug his fingers into Joe’s shoulders as he seemed to scramble for the right words. Finally, he pulled away from the kiss—just an inch. “Screw me. P-please, screw me.” He spoke loudly and clearly, there was no need for Joe to make him repeat the request.
In one movement, Joe rolled them both over. Pushing Scott onto his back, he pinned him down against the bed. Scott jerked as his arse hit the bed sheet. It was as if the soft cotton had completed an electrical circuit that had lain dormant inside Scott’s body for years. He tensed with pleasure, until his whole body became as stiff as his cock.
Joe caught hold of Scott’s ankles. Pushing his knees back toward his shoulders, Joe lifted Scott’s sore arse off the bed. Scott looked up at him, his eyes open very wide with shock. It was a moment before he seemed to catch up with events. Grabbing hold of his knees, Scott took over holding his legs back.
That left Joe’s hands free. He grabbed a condom and a tube of lube from the shelf beneath the mirror hanging on the wall above his bed. Quickly sheathing his cock in latex, he slicked the entire length of his erection with a generous coating of lube. Smearing more lube onto his fingers, he quickly worked twodigits deep inside Scott, moving as fast as he thought Scott could handle.
The second that Scott had relaxed enough to take him, Joe moved Scott’s ankles up onto his shoulders. Leaning forward, Joe settled his hands on either side of Scott’s body and lined his shaft up with Scott’s waiting arse. Their eyes met as Joe’s cock kissed Scott’s hole for the first time that night.
Scott stared up at him, unblinking. His breaths were already ragged. Everything in Scott’s expression begged Joe to hurry up, but Scott didn’t speak. There were no demands, no orders. As desperate as Scott obviously was, he still seemed to submit to Joe’s decisions as if it was his first and only nature to do so.
Scott gasped as Joe yielded to his silent pleas and finally gave them both exactly what they wanted. Scott’s eyes fell closed as Joe pushed forward, sheathing himself to the hilt and bringing his hips to rest against Scott’s upturned and reddened arse.
Scott seemed to forget how to breathe then. His lips parted, but no sound escaped. Ecstasy transformed Scott’s face into something more beautiful than Joe had ever seen. Joe growled his triumph as he swayed back and thrust deep into Scott again.
There was little Scott could do to compliment Joe’s movements. All he could do was lie there and accept it. That suited Joe perfectly. He’d given Scott pain and been completely in control of every second of it. Now, he needed to be the one who controlled the pleasure Scott received.
Joe stared down, watching bliss and emotions rush across Scott’s face like a whole team of sprinters racing for the finish line.
Scott was his—and he hadn’t been the only one who’d found the spanking intense. With Scott pinned beneath him andalmost folded in half by their position, Joe’s need to come was only equalled by a sudden need to protect what was his—and Scott was definitely his.
Joe scrambled for control as he pushed deep inside Scott again. Scott’s arse seemed to be hotter and tighter than ever. From the first thrust, Joe had been on edge, desperate to spill his cum deep inside Scott’s body.
Scott squirmed as he seemed to fight to hold back. But it wasn’t until he looked up at Joe, with mute pleading in his eyes, that Joe was willing to believe that Scott was just as frantic to come as he was.
“Come,” Joe ordered.
Scott, natural submissive that he was, obeyed him without question. On the very next thrust, Scott came. His cum spurted between them, landing in long creamy ropes across both of their chests, and smearing against their skin, as Joe kept going through Scott’s orgasm.
Joe didn’t try to hold back a second longer than that. He came. Fireworks whizzed through his veins and exploded behind his eyes. Pretty coloured Catherine wheels, and even more beautiful firecrackers filled with ecstasy, took over his world.
As suddenly as it had begun, the fireworks display ended. All of Joe’s strength drained away. Somehow, he managed to stop himself collapsing on top of Scott, but only just. He used his last scraps of energy to roll over onto his back, dragging Scott with him so he could keep his cock buried in his arse a little while longer.
Time passed. They gradually caught their breath, and Joe carefully parted their bodies, but he stopped Scott short when he would have moved away.
Scott made no protest against the decision. He didn’t need any extra encouragement to rest against Joe’s chest.
Sliding his hands down Scott’s back, Joe rested his hands on Scott’s arse, just as he had when they first lay in the bed together.
Pressing his head back into his pillow in a lethargic effort to get a better view, Joe studied Scott’s face. His eyes were closed; he looked impossibly angelic for a man who had just been screwed to within an inch of his life.
“Thank you,” Scott murmured. He sounded as if he was already more than half-asleep. He snuggled into Joe’s body as he spoke, seemingly desperate for contact and reassurance after his first taste of pain.
Joe shook his head, wondering how the hell Scott had thought they could have done this scene in the club and gone their separate ways the moment they’d zipped up.
As if reading Joe’s mind, Scott began to lift his head. “Shall I—?”
“Sleep,” Joe ordered.
Scott let out a soft little sigh as he settled comfortably against Joe’s chest again. Joe stroked his fingers gently down his back. He’d never seen Scott so at peace before, and Joe had never been so desperate to hold a man—to holdontoa man—in his life. Looking up at the ceiling, he ran the evening’s events over in his mind.
