I wished for the thousandth time that I could reach out and touch him because every time he shifted, my eyes were drawn to aspot on his upper chest where he’d left the first button of his shirt open. I could see bronzed flesh and a smattering of black hair that I desperately wanted to experience beneath my fingers. Would it be soft like the silky, coal black hair on his head or would it be wiry and rough? I’d seen enough naked men when my curiosity about sex had gotten the best of me and I’d checked out gay porn sites, but the life I’d been living hadn’t afforded me the opportunity to experiment hands-on and, unlike Ronan, I was utterly lacking in the chest hair department.
Ronan finished cleaning the injury and then closed it with two butterfly bandages. But once he secured the last bandage, his fingers didn’t leave my face right away and I held my breath as the rough pad of his thumb grazed my cheek.
“Better?” he asked, though his voice was a strange, hoarse whisper I’d never heard before. That, combined with his touch, stoked the nerves in my already swollen cock and I swallowed hard as I tried to shift my body so he wouldn’t notice my predicament. But all I managed to do was brush my crotch against his and he froze at the contact. And then I saw it – the flare of arousal in his dark eyes. Even in my innocence, I knew it for what it was and as much as that terrified me, I wanted to cry out in relief too.
He wanted me.
His finger had stilled in its caressing of my bruised cheek and his eyes fell to my mouth. His whole hand drifted down to cup my jaw and I forced myself to hold completely still. Because I wasn’t going to fuck this up. I wanted it too much.
Only there was one part of myself that I couldn’t keep still. My mouth. Because before I knew it, I was whispering his name and his whole body drew up tight.
“Fuck,” he suddenly snarled and then his mouth came crashing down on mine.
No amount of wishing for that exact moment prepared me for it in any way because once Ronan’s mouth covered mine, I was completely lost. The kiss was brutal and rough and I didn’t even get a chance to adjust to the feeling of Ronan’s lips searing across mine before his tongue was pushing into my mouth. I gasped at the feelof it stroking over mine and a wave of heat washed through me with such force, that I was sure my knees would give out. I felt the hard edge of the counter digging into my ass as Ronan leaned into me.
I was completely overwhelmed by the sensations that bombarded me as Ronan consumed my mouth – and that’s exactly what it was. I had no control, no comprehension of anything besides how good it felt. And no idea how to kiss him back. I had the fleeting thought that my inexperience would turn him off, but if he noticed, it didn’t slow him down in any way and I was glad. Because I knew if he stopped, if he pushed me away and said I was too young or said he couldn’t because I was Trace’s little brother, I’d never recover. Hell, I’d likely never recover anyway because in my gut, I knew it was only this good because it was Ronan.
The hand that had been holding my face skimmed down my neck and along my side until it curved around my ass and drew me forward. The feel of Ronan’s stiff length against mine had me gasping but Ronan stole that sound along with what little of my sanity was left. I gave myself over to him completely and didn’t protest anything he did to me as his hands roamed all over me and his body rubbed against mine. At one point, I felt his blunt fingers pushing down the back of my jeans and I was sure I’d come in my pants as his pointer finger pressed into my crease. His sensual torture of my mouth didn’t let up for even a second but my brain finally started to catch up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as I tentatively speared my tongue into his mouth. He groaned and then he was suddenly pushing away from me.
I was certain the whole thing was over, but I didn’t even have time to protest or question what was happening as I watched Ronan’s eyes dart around the bathroom before settling on the bathrobe hanging on the back of the closet door. A quick flick of his wrist and he was pulling the belt free and then his mouth was back on mine. I forgot all about the strange pause and began urgently kissing him back as my hands settled on his hips. I felt him grab one of my hands in his and then he was folding my arm behind my back. The move pushed me even closer to him. When he did the same with my other hand, I was forced to lean against him as hetormented me with one drugging kiss after another. It was several long seconds before I even realized what he was doing behind my back and by the time I found my voice, my hands were already tied together.
“Ronan, what-”
Ronan stole my words with another kiss and then his hand was rubbing my erection through my jeans. I moaned at the rough contact and tried to ask for more by shoving my hips forward. The hand stroking me drifted up just enough to reach the waistband and then was pushing down into my pants while the other began working them loose. I cried out at the feel of Ronan fisting my cock but he stole that sound too with another mind-numbing kiss. I forgot all about my bound hands as Ronan tugged ruthlessly on my sensitive dick and then ran his thumb across the slit before dipping inside of it. I tore my mouth free of Ronan’s and dropped my head against his shoulder and let out a long, heavy groan as he played with me. Cool air brushed over my hot skin as my pants were opened and shoved down along with my underwear.
Ronan’s hands gently pushed me off of him as he dropped to his knees and I was forced to lean back against the counter to keep myself upright. The hard edge bit into my ass as I lifted my bound hands so they rested on the top of the counter. Even though I was watching Ronan and knew what he was going to do to me, I wasn’t at all prepared for the moment he sucked me in deep. I shouted at the heat and wetness that engulfed me and I instinctively shoved my hips forward. Without preamble, Ronan began sucking me mercilessly as he bobbed up and down my length. One of his hands was cupping my ass while the other was rubbing back and forth over my taint before seeking out my balls.
“Ronan, please!” I begged as he dragged me closer and closer to an impending orgasm that was actually starting to frighten me. I’d jerked myself off plenty of times but I’d never felt this much, this fast, and the unknown scared the shit out of me. But Ronan’s ministrations were expert and utterly ruthless. He showed me no mercy as he hollowed out his cheeks and began dragging up and down my length with almost brutal force. The fingers that had been rollingmy balls around traveled over my taint and then pressed into my crack to search out my hole. And the second he pressed down on it, I lost it and began shooting into his mouth as my release took over every part of my body. I had no control as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through me and it was only Ronan’s other arm around my hips that kept me upright.
I was struggling to catch my breath as Ronan rose to his feet and before I could even say anything, his mouth was on mine and I tasted the bitter, salty proof of my release. The kiss was wholly carnal and I loved every second of it despite the exhaustion settling into my heavy limbs. I had no idea if Ronan had found his own pleasure and was trying to figure out what I could to do give it to him, when he suddenly tore his mouth free of mine and spun me around and shoved me face down on the counter. I was still trying to get control of myself so I didn’t realize what was happening until I felt Ronan’s pelvis shove me forward. With my hands bound, I struggled to look up into the mirror so I could see him and my mouth went dry at the sight of him pulling a condom and a smaller packet of something from his wallet.
Surely he wasn’t going to fuck me here? Like this?
“Ronan-”
I had no idea if Ronan heard the tremor of fear in my voice or not but he leaned over me and kissed me deeply before saying, “It’s going to be hard and fast but I’ll make sure you get off again.”
I closed my eyes at the crude words that didn’t mesh with the beautiful way he’d kissed me. God, was this how I wanted him? I knew if I told him that it was my first time, I’d likely lose my only chance with him. In my gut, I was sure he wouldn’t hurt me but did I really want my first time with the man I’d been in love with for almost a decade, my first time with any man, to be just some down and dirty sex act that was more about getting off than anything else?
Fear began to niggle my brain as it warred with my need to be with this man in any way that I could and I automatically tried to pull free of the bindings on my wrists. Maybe it was just the lack ofcontrol that was freaking me out. If I could just get my hands loose…
My fear turned to full on panic when I realized Ronan had tied me up tight enough to keep me from getting loose on my own. In the back of my mind, I heard foil tearing along with a zipper being drawn down, but I couldn’t focus on any of it because I was struggling to pull my hands free of the cotton belt that just seemed to get tighter the more I fought. Cold air drifted over my hole as Ronan opened me up and then something slick was pressing against my entrance. My throat seized up and I couldn’t find my voice. I desperately yanked my hands apart in the hopes of loosening the belt, but then Ronan’s hand closed over the spot where my wrists were tied.
I tried to tell Ronan that I needed him to slow down, but I knew I hadn’t managed to get the words out because my throat was too clogged with fear. I felt his finger begin to massage me and humiliation went through me; I couldn’t stem the tears that began to fall. And then Ronan was gone and the bathroom was gone.
It was just me and them and my father’s broken voice as he begged and pleaded with my captors not to hurt me. I tried one last time to get my wrists free and then gave up and cried into my gag as I waited for the blade to slice through me again.
Chapter 3
Ronan
My fingers shookas I teased Seth’s hole and I struggled to catch my breath as I willed my throbbing dick to settle down so I could make this good for the young man bent over in front of me, his beautiful body mine for the taking.
From the second I’d given in to my need and kissed Seth, I knew I wouldn’t be able to take it slow and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop. I had no idea if the relentless pace I’d set was to keep me from realizing what I was doing and stopping it, or to prevent Seth from denying me what my body had finally decided belonged to it. There’d been a moment of hesitation as Seth’s tentative and too innocent kisses had sent up red flags of warning in my brain, but then Seth had started mewling and whimpering in such desperation that I’d lost all semblance of control.
I shifted my hips so that my condom covered dick was pressed between Seth’s spread legs and I rested more of my weight on his bound hands as I leaned over him to seek out his lips and to promise him again that I would make it perfect for him. But the second I saw the tears sliding down his face, I froze.
“Seth?” I whispered in confusion. When his only response wasto squeeze his eyes closed even harder, I let out a hoarse shout and pulled him upright and spun him around.
