“I’ll be thirty-one in a few months.I’m not as young as you.”
“Good.Ilikeolder men,” Puck said, lifting his other foot so I could slide the remaining boot onto it.While I tugged the heel, he slid two fingers over his balls and pressed them against his taint, closing his eyes with pleasure.
“Oh my fucking God,” I whispered.“You are the worst.How am I supposed to concentrate on what I’m doing?”
“Correction, I am thebest,” Puck said.He slipped the index finger of his other hand in his mouth, sucked on it, then, lifting his ass slightly off the mattress, he reached down and worked it into his hole, making a high breathy sound that went straight down my cock and into my balls.
I dropped his booted foot, and lunged forward, covering his body with mine and latching onto his mouth with a furious need.The intensity of my sudden onslaught forced Puck onto his back.He brought both hands up to cup my face as we breathed into each other, tasting and teasing and reveling in our mingled scents.
Puck groaned and thrust up against me.“Jesus, Oliver.You’re about to bust through your jeans.”
“I know, I know,” I said, swiping my tongue against his and shivering at the sensation of it.“Can’t help it.You are so fucking hot.”
“Did you want me when you saw me that first time?In the paddock?”
“Oh God.Yes.That fucking tail.”
“I know,” he moaned, “That was so goddamn hot.Humiliating and hot and, fuck, I wanted you so much after that.”
I groaned and deepened the kiss, as Puck reached between us and popped the button of my jeans, tugging the zipper down.In a moment he had my cock in his hot hand.
“Oh,” I panted.“Fuck.”
“Girthy.”Puck hissed, squeezing me.“But I knew that already.I’ve been dreaming about this cock.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.Want you to fuck me.But first I want you to tie me up.And finish lacing my boot, if you please.I want to be dignified in my debasement.”
I laughed, kissing his chin and neck and chest as I withdrew down his body to properly tie that pink boot.My fingers trembled as I knotted the laces.Then I knelt on the ratty mattress.I picked up the bundle of rope and loosened it, letting it fall to Puck’s naked belly in soft loops.
“Make me your ponyboy,” he said, gazing up at me with lust-blown pupils.“I want you to ride the fuck out of me.”
Oh dear God.
“Fuck, yes.I want to do that.”
Puck sat up and placed his fists together.
“Good ponyboy,” I said, looping the black rope over his wrist.
He smiled.“I’ll be good for you, Oliver.I’ll be so good.”
“I know you will.”
I fastened his wrists securely enough that he couldn’t break free, but not so tight it would restrict his blood flow.
“Now what?”Puck said when that was done.
I grabbed the taut rope between his wrists and pulled him to a sitting position.“Bend your knees and put your boots together.”
“Okay,” he smiled.
I winked.“Okay,what?”
His pupils dilated further in the dim lamplight.There was barely any colour around them now.
“Okay,sir.”
