IT WAS DIFFERENTmaking our way to the shack in the daytime–less nerve-racking, what with the pleasant sounds of day birds and the scurry of squirrels all around us, rather than the haunting hoots of owls and the spooky sounds of animals I couldn’t identify.
Puck knew the way, and it didn’t take long to get there.This time, I was prepared for the decrepit state of the place although it looked a lot dirtier in the sunlight.
As soon as we stepped inside and Puck pulled the door shut, I grabbed him and shoved him against the wall.
“Whoa.Oliver, what the f—”
He didn’t have time to say more before I attacked his mouth.The vibrations of his startled laughter reverberated against me as he opened and melted beneath my frenzied assault, letting me take what I wanted.His hands clutched the shirt at my waist, pelvis thrusting against me as we tangled ourselves in a firestorm of lust.
I moaned.“Goddamn.”
I couldn’t get enough.It was making me desperate and greedy, but my boy was keeping up.He popped the button on my jeans and slipped his hand inside, finding my dick and pulling it up so it could stand unheeded.I winced at first, then groaned as he handled it as roughly as I was handling him.
“Oh, you are so hard for me, old man.Shit.”Puck breathed.
I grinned at the insult, tilting his face up so I could attack the arch of his neck with my lips and teeth.I wanted him so bad.I wanted everything.
“How’s your ass?Is it sore?”I panted.
“Nope,” he said, voice dirty and dark.“I need you inside me.”
“Okay.Okay,” I said.I glanced at the mattress, which still needed to be covered.
He laughed.“Slow down, old man.You’re gonna give yourself a coronary.”
I pulled away from him and narrowed my eyes.
“Very funny.”I pierced him with my gaze and placed a chaste kiss against his swollen mouth.“Go get the mattress ready so I can fuck you into it.”
I swear, his pupils darkened in front of me.
“Fuck,” he swore, but he moved away from the wall.I couldn’t resist giving his cute-as-hell ass a quick swat.
“Ow.I’m going,” he said, as he did my bidding.“Calm your tits, Oliver.We’ve got all afternoon.”
I watched him, loving the sinewy way his body moved as he covered the mattress with the clean black sheet he’d brought.
“There,” he said.“Anything else?”He stood beside the covered mattress, gazing at me with what could have been devotion.
“Yeah.Strip.Everything off.”
“This is a side of you I really haven’t seen before,” Puck said, peeling off his shirt.“Glimpses maybe, but never the full dominant vibe.I like it.”
I grinned.“Good.”
“I need a safeword.”
“Yes.You do.Let’s use ‘beach.’”
“All right.But I don’t plan on using it.”
“Good,” I grinned.“Now lie down on your front with your arms and legs spread.”
He did as I’d asked, body softly golden against the black sheet.He swivelled his head to look at me.“I didn’t bring any rope.”
“I know.We don’t need it.I know you’re going to listen to me and do as you’re fucking told.”
Puck closed his eyes and shuddered.“Yes, Sir.”
