Scott knew that Joe’s hands were more tanned than his own arse. It was so easy for him to picture the long, slim digits, holding his buttocks apart, and to imagine Joe dipping his headso his tongue could drive Scott to the edge of madness and beyond.
Scott squirmed, pushing his crotch painfully against the rough tree trunk. Joe didn’t seem to care about that. He didn’t even seem to notice Scott’s desperate wriggling.
Joe stopped when, and only when, he wanted to stop. Scott had as little choice over when the rimming ended as he had about when it had begun.
Joe’s fingers pushed against his hole, slicked only with Joe’s saliva. With no artificial lube to ease its way, Joe’s touch was rough, and even more perfect because of that. Scott pushed back eagerly against the digits, begging into his gag as he writhed against the tree trunk.
“Careful, sweetheart. There are some places even a masochist doesn’t want to get splinters.”
Scott heard Joe’s amusement as Joe whispered the words against his ear. Neither Joe’s laughter, nor his advice, could convince Scott to fall still. His cock rubbed against the tree with every movement. The bark was far too rough to feel good against his shaft, but any kind of friction was better than nothing.
A zip being drawn down, a condom wrapper being torn open—Scott heard it all, but his senses were fuzzy, and the sounds seemed to come from miles away. It was only when Joe lined up behind him, and Scott felt the heat from Joe’s body against his back, that he was able to believe that Joe was really there.
Scott bit down on Joe’s tie, anxious to keep his screams of frustrated need to himself. Joe’s hands came to rest on Scott’s hips and took up a tight grip on him.
Scott stilled. There was no time for wriggling now. Anything that slowed down the speed at which Joe had his cock lodged deep within Scott’s arse was unthinkable.
* * * * *
Joe leaned forward and pressed the tip of his cock more firmly against Scott’s hole. A thin smear of pre-applied lube coated the condom and glistened under the thin streaks of moonlight that passed between the tree branches overhead.
His tie wasn’t completely silencing Scott. Just as Joe had hoped, he could still hear every whimper. The need in the muffled sounds rushed straight to Joe’s cock. Rocking his hips, he teased the tight ring of muscle around Scott’s hole.
One heartbeat. Two.
Joe thrust forward. Scott’s body welcomed him, and Joe slid in, all the way to the base of his cock.
Joe tossed back his head and stared up at the leafy canopy as white hot bliss raced through his body. Scott twisted within his bondage, trying to push back against him. He clenched and unclenched his hole around Joe’s cock.
Scott’s garbled moans and pleas filled the air, but Joe was in no mood to rush. He remained completely motionless, relishing both the tight channel of flesh around his shaft and his complete control over the situation. He didn’t move a single muscle until he was good and ready. Even then, he refused to be hurried.
Pulling leisurely out of Scott’s body, Joe stared down between them and watched his cock emerge. He thrust back into Scott just as slowly, drawing out both their pleasure.
His trousers slid down as he moved, exposing his bare arse to anyone who was wandering around the forest at that time of night. Cool air brushed against Joe’s skin, but it was no match for the inferno burning inside him.
Pulling a deep breath into his lungs, Joe filled his senses with the scent of their mingled desire. When he dipped his head,his lips brushed against the side of Scott’s neck and he kissed the skin just below his ear.
Scott whimpered.
Another slow, deep thrust, and Joe ran his tongue over Scott’s neck. He felt Scott shudder in response and thrust forward again. At the same moment, Joe bit down on the sensitive patch of skin he’d stumbled upon.
A high pitched whine made it past the makeshift gag. Joe grinned as he sucked rhythmically against Scott’s neck in time with his thrusts, ensuring that a vivid mark would appear there, clearly marking out Scott as his property.
A love bite wasn’t ideal, but it would do until a proper collar could be arranged. Joe’s thrusts sped up as both his mind and his body dragged him closer to his orgasm.
Scott was his. Joe knew without any shadow of a doubt that he owned Scott in every way that mattered. He could do whatever he wanted with Scott. He was responsible for him. That knowledge felt just as good as Scott’s tight arse wrapped around Joe’s cock.
Even Joe wasn’t sure which it was that finally pushed him over the edge and sent his climax racing through him—his body or his brain, but it was all the same in the end.
As he thrust frantically into Scott, helpless to hold back a moment longer, the tiny bit of Joe’s mind that was still capable of rational thought realised that he wasn’t the only one who deserved their climax.
“Come.”
Scott must have been holding on to his self-control by the skin of his teeth. His hole clamped down around Joe’s shaft as he pulled desperately at his restraints; his whole body jerking with the force of his orgasm.
Wave after wave of adrenaline and endorphins flooded Joe’s world as he came just a moment later. It carried him alongon a sea of pure pleasure until the tide receded just as quickly as it had attacked the shore.
Joe slumped forward, pressing Scott against the tree. Half their clothes were still in place, stopping their bodies from properly resting against each other’s skin, but Joe didn’t have the energy to fix that.
