His jaw drops for a moment before he recovers. “Y-yes, Sir.”
Surprising the shit out of me, Ryan pulls me off the couch, grips my thighs, and lifts me. Having a man pick me up is surreal and exhilarating. The voice inside my head screams I should be the one doing this, and a big part of me wants to be, but I ignore it. Because my need for him is stronger. Automatically, wrapping my legs around him, I hold on as he strides over to where I’m assuming is his bedroom. Ryan’s ridiculous strength, and the fact he’s carrying me, is new and exciting. At six foot two with decent muscle, I’m not light. Yet, he carries me like I weigh nothing. Lifting me away from his body, he throws me onto the bed. If I didn’t know how vulnerable and nervous Ryan was leading up to this, his controlling mannerisms would be a turn-off. As I stare up at him from the bed, he hesitates. The confidence and strength he showed bringing me into his bedroom flees, and I’m left with a man who seems lost. He swallows before scrunching his eyebrows.
“This is wrong,” he says.
I tilt my head. “What do you mean?”
Ryan folds his arms over his chest and lowers his eyes. “I shouldn’t fuck you. You’re a Dom.” He shakes his head. “It’s wrong for me to fuck you.”
I lift myself up until my back is resting against his headboard, assuming a relaxed position. “Do you want to play?” My question is quiet, but his reaction is explosive. If looks could kill, I’d be dead. I manage to speak before him. “We’re both aware of at least one of your hard limits. You can fuck me tonight, Ryan. But what I need to know right now is whether it’s as simple as that, or if we’re playing and I’m the Dominant.”
“What do you mean?” he asks. “You are a Dom. It’s pretty bloody obvious.”
“And you’re a submissive. One who’s clearly been hurt before.” His jaw clenches. “I need to know what you want from this. Tell me now, Ryan. Do you want a Dom tonight?”
Tension seems to disappear as he sighs. His shoulders drop and his hands fall by his sides. “I want you .”
As Ryan said before, I am a Dom. And he doesn’t just want any Dom, he wants me. Standing, I remove my shoes and clothes. He watches me, and his eyes are captivated when I look at him. “Your safeword is Red, and you’re to call me ‘Sir.’” I cross my arms over my chest. “Strip.”
After taking a deep breath, Ryan lifts his shirt and throws it on the floor. I hold in a gasp.
Besides having plenty of muscles and the amazing physique I envisioned, Ryan has scars. On his left pectoral muscle is a small, circular burn mark. By the shape, I know it’s from a cigarette. There’s a long, thin scar running diagonally across his abdomen. Another lower line runs parallel to it and ends only a few inches from his cock. These scars allow me to see his nose in a different light. At first, I thought it’d been broken during some sporting activity. Now, I assume that the burn, the cuts, and his nose are all products of his ex. The idea he was physically abused, without his consent, angers me like nothing else ever has.
He looks away, seemingly embarrassed. “Look, Henry—”
“It’s Sir . And I won’t tell you not to talk. But unless you’re using your safeword, I see no reason for you to disobey me.”
Ryan licks his lips. A sigh of relief escapes him as he removes all his clothes and waits for my next command.
Chapter Four
I stare at him and clear my throat. “First, we need to be clear about what we’re doing here. A one-night stand—”
“I’m not looking for a one-night stand with you. Sir.”
“Oh?”
“I wasn’t looking for anything. I wasn’t interested in anything. But then… I met you.”
A few steps forward and I’m standing in front of him. “And now?”
Ryan lowers his gaze. “All I know is, I like you and I can’t stop thinking about you. And I want you.”
“That’s good enough for now. But I’m glad you said you weren’t looking for something casual. I don’t do casual, Ryan.” I run my hands over his wide, muscular chest. “We don’t have to be official. We don’t even have to tell anyone at first. But I’d like to, between the two of us at least, consider us dating. Exclusively. I’m not sharing you with anyone. If you’re with me, you’re mine.”
Ryan’s eyes flick up to stare at me before they focus on my lips. His dick hardens and I know my words please him. “Okay.”
“After three dates, if things are going well, we’ll tell people.”
“Yes, Sir.”
With my hands on his shoulders, I turn him around until his back is to the bed. “Lie down.” After asking him where the lube and condoms are, I find them. Kneeling on his bed, I straddle his thick thighs and take his right hand. Pouring some lube onto his fingers, I move his hand down between my legs and to my hole. “Finger me, boy. One to start with.” From his quick breaths, wide eyes, and general eagerness, it’s clear he’s turned on. Ryan loves submitting to his lover and taking orders. How long has it been for him? How long has it been since he’s obeyed his Dom?
“Yes, Sir,” he whispers, as he starts to press inside.
I take his other hand in mine, pinning it to the bed. With my free hand, I lightly stroke my fingers over his chest, belly, and cock. Ryan shudders but continues his movements.
“That’s it,” I praise, enjoying his manipulations. “Now add another finger.”
He does. There’s a slight discomfort, and I spread my legs a little wider. Sliding my hand up to his hair, I pull down so his neck is bared. Bending forward, I kiss his neck and rock my hips. “Good boy. Find my prostate.”
Ryan moans and obeys, penetrating me with his fingers while his other hand is captured. He finds my sweet spot and rubs over it again and again. When he starts to rock his hips too, bumping our cocks together, I pause and place my lips close to his ear. “Stop moving.” Ryan sighs and stills. “Move your fingers a little faster. That’s it. Good boy. That feels great.”
His whining makes me lift my head. “Do you want to be inside me, boy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re doing it, because it will please me . Right boy?”
“Yes, Sir.” He pauses before giving me a cheeky smile. “Your ass seems hungry for my cock, Sir.”
He’s right. As he pays much attention to my prostate, I’m actually hungry for his cock. Me. Henry Bromley. Dom. Top. Starving to be fucked. Specifically by Ryan. His fingers just aren’t doing the trick. “Ryan. I need you now. I need your cock, hard and fast inside me.”
“Fuck,” he murmurs. I grab a condom and tell him to suit up while I spread more lube on my hole. With swift movements, he’s ready and pressing against me. I take his cock in hand and guide him inside me. Our sounds of pleasure fill the room, and finally, he’s balls-deep.
“God, yes.”
Ryan shudders. “Feels amazing, Sir. So warm. Tight.”
Impatience hits me and I glance at him. Lifting his chin with my knuckle, I force him to meet my eyes. “You gonna fuck that hole, Ryan? I want you to fuck me, boy. So hard I can taste your cock.”
“Holy shit.” His big hand squeezes my arse cheek. I still hold his other hand with mine. “You have a dirty mouth, Sir.”
“You like it.”
He breaks eye contact. “I love it.”
My hips meet his thrusts until we’re rocking together. When he hits my prostate, it causes me to clench and gasp. I release his hand, lower my upper body, and hold his head in both hands. “Fuck me, boy. Hard and fast.” Gripping onto my hips, Ryan begins a brutal pace. I hold myself as still as I can as he pounds away. Fucking up into me. I can take it. He’s rough and I fucking love it. Why? Because I’m controlling everything he’s doing. He’s only fucking me because I want him to. With my eyes on him, I see him watching me. Hair falls into his face and sweat covers his forehead. He’s so damn beautiful and hot.
I jerk my chin up. “Flip us. Now.”
Ryan manhandles me until I’m flat on my back with him still inside me. My swollen coc
k bounces, and I lift one leg over his shoulder. “Yes… fuck… yes!” he yells. “So good, Sir!”
For a moment, I consider mentioning the benefits of a ball gag. But as the sounds of pleasure coming from his mouth increase in volume and urgency, I decide they’re too good. Who’d want to shut this man up? Every moan, every whine, every growl…. These sounds tell me how much he’s enjoying this. How much pleasure Ryan’s getting out of us being together.
“So deep inside you, Sir! Fuck.”
Spreading myself out and offering my ass to him, I’m not the least bit embarrassed about how submissive this position seems, because everything he’s doing feels so good. My fingers clutch at his hair. “I’m gonna come soon, boy.”
His moves falter. “Without touching yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck, that’s so hot.” After a moment, his motions continue.
Moaning, I start to play with our nipples. One hand switching between mine and the other teasing his.
Ryan’s eyes lock onto me as I start to tug them harder. “What’re you doing?”
I tilt my hips up and down, matching his movements. “Squeezing them. I don’t suppose you’ve got nipple clamps?” His breath catches before he shakes his head. I nod. “Didn’t think so.”
Enraptured, Ryan watches me as he starts to change his hard thrusts to slow, deep strokes. My cock is ready to burst, and I’m leaking on my abs. “Oh yeah.” Capturing his right nipple and my left, I squeeze hard. He moans, and I know he wants to protest, but he doesn’t. He needs encouragement.
“You can take it, boy. Take it for me. It’s me clamping your nipple, no one else. And it’s my arse you’re taking. Your cock feels amazing inside me, Ryan.” He starts pressing against my prostate over and over. “That’s it, right there. Good boy.” A tingle starts at the base of my spine. Pleasure like nothing I’ve ever felt before hits me. It’s like fireworks.
“God,” Ryan murmurs. His eyes watch my cock as I spurt all over myself, and I groan loudly when I let go of my nipple and the pain/pleasure is drawn out.
“Fuck, yes.” My cock continues to jerk and release cum over my skin until, finally, there’s nothing left.
Ryan grunts. “Coming.”
I release his nipple, and Ryan moans loudly. I hold his thigh as he releases into the condom inside me and, with my grip on his hair, tug his head down. Kissing him roughly at first, I slow it down when he collapses on top of me. Sensual, slow kisses, licks, and nibbles of the mouth. After we catch our breath, Ryan pulls out and carefully discards the rubber before heading to the bathroom. When he returns with a hot flannel, he wipes my chest, belly, and limp cock. Once he slides into bed, I hug him close. He’s on his back with my thigh over his legs. At first, he hesitates at my being half on top of him, but he takes a deep breath and relaxes. My ear against his heart, I let the beat calm me as I stroke my fingers over his abs. In this moment, I don’t want him to see my eyes. They’ll betray my need for this intimacy. Though I have no doubt he can feel it in my touch. The connection we just shared was amazing and strong. With the amount of times I’ve had sex, it’s never felt like that before. Bottoming for someone has never been such a turn on. It’s obvious to me Ryan is already so different from every other guy I’ve been with.
He knows I’m a Dom. He knows I’m not looking for a fling. If there’s any chance of us making it past tonight and eventually dating, Ryan might as well know I’ve been craving physical intimacy of the snuggling kind. Fortunately, as he pulls my arm around him and presses his back into my chest, it seems he yearns for it just as much.
* * *
After sharing a shower, we return to the couch to watch a movie. Ryan invites me to stay the night, and I accept. I message Travis not to expect me home. After the movie finishes, we make our way back to the bedroom. It’s mindboggling how comfortable I already feel with this man.
Once we’re in his bedroom, my eyes meet his. “Do you have a preference which side?”
He shrugs. “I usually sleep on the left.”
“Perfect.” Naked once again, we slide between the sheets. On my back and staring up at the ceiling, I wonder why Ryan invited me to stay the night. I get the feeling he really wants to take things slow, especially given his admission from the get-go that he doesn’t want another relationship. Perhaps he wants to know early on if we’re compatible sleep partners. Maybe he needs to see if we’d fit together.
“What are you thinking about?” Ryan asks.
I turn onto my side to face him. “You.”
“Oh?” He mirrors my position.
“Yeah. I’m wondering why you said yes to us dating when you said you didn’t want to be in another relationship. And I’m wondering why you invited me to stay the night. I’ve come to the conclusion it’s a test. You want to see if we’re compatible sleeping together.” As Ryan’s eyes widen, I know I’m right. I let my fingers comb his hair back from his face. “You should know I’m okay with taking things slow. We’ll go at a pace we’re both comfortable with, okay? Just let me know if we’re moving too fast or if this isn’t working for you.”
Ryan smiles. “Deal. But just so you know? Every moment I spend with you, I’m more and more convinced we could be great together. I feel comfortable with you.”
My cheeks hurt as I grin widely. “It’s the same for me.”
“And with the dating… I didn’t want to for a while longer, let alone with a Dom . But you’re different, Henry. I mean, you’re a Dom and you let me inside you. You’re unlike any other I’ve ever met.” He bites his lip. “Did… did you enjoy it, Sir?”
“Yes I did. And you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
After a few moments, we resume our positions from before with me spooning him. His use of the honorific pleases me.
“Sir?”
I smile. “Yes?”
“How about we count tonight as date one?”
“Really?”
Ryan shrugs. “Yeah.”
“Okay.” I lean over him and he shifts his head. Covering his cheek with my palm, I tilt his head up and kiss his lips. It only takes a few seconds, before I ask, “Are you busy tomorrow night?”
Chapter Five
The next morning, after eating an early breakfast Ryan prepared, I head home. We’ve made a plan to go out for dinner tonight. When I suggested an Indian place, he was happy with that. Easy to please, this man.
As soon as I walk through the door, I’m bombarded by my brothers. I’m surprised since I didn’t see Trey or David’s car out front.
“Where were you?” Trey asks the minute he sees me.
Travis turns with food in his mouth. “Yeah?”
David just shrugs apologetically.
Closing the door, I stride over to the table and steal half a hash brown off Trey’s plate. “How’d you guys get here?”
Trey huffs and I notice their workout gear. “We walked.”
David chuckles. “Hey, you did good, baby! About seven and a half kilometres between home and here, I reckon.”
Trey gives him a smile, and I know it’s because he’s loving the fact that “home” is wherever he and David live. My brother sighs. “At least Trav said he’d drop us home after brekky.” His eyes return to me. “So? Where were you?”
“Jeez, Mum , at a friend’s house. We watched the game, of course. Great, huh? We thrashed them!” Figuring AFL talk would distract my brothers, I continue, “Kennedy was awesome, right? And Hurn? And Yeow?”
Unfortunately, my distraction tactic doesn’t work.
“Forget the game, Henry. You obviously stayed the night, so where were you?”
“Why?”
David groans. “Man, just tell him. He’s not going to stop asking.”
Shaking my head, I think of the only subject that will distract him. “Nope. Sorry, bro, but it’s my business, yeah? I’ve been meaning to ask. What are the latest plans for your commitment ceremony? Are you guys having it soon?”
Trey
gets a dreamy look in his eyes as he stares at David. “Well, we’ve decided to push it back a bit.” David moves his hand from the back of Trey’s chair to his nape, his fingers playing with the hair there.
“Why?” Travis asks.
“They’re saying gay marriage in Australia may be possible soon. We’re thinking we’ll have a ceremony next year. So, 2018 is the year we’ll make our vows. Whether it’s a commitment ceremony or a wedding.”
David smiles. “We know we love each other and this is it. Trey is the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. We can wait a little longer to make those vows.”
Trey places his hand on David’s shoulder. “Plus, if we have one now, we’d have to have another one with the wedding. We’ll give the government a little longer to get their heads right. And then it means we can splurge on our wedding!”
“Oh, God.” David jokingly shakes his head.
It’s only a couple of beats later when Trey narrows his eyes at me. “I see what you did there, mister. You really won’t tell us what you got up to last night?”
“Really,” I say with a chuckle as I start walking backwards out of the room. As soon as Trey moved out, I took his bedroom, because it has an en suite. “When I’m ready to tell you guys something, I’ll tell you.”
Trey sighs dramatically. “I hate it when I don’t know what’s going on.”
“I know babe,” David replies. “Here, you can have one of my hash browns.”
“You’re just trying to stop me from whining.” Trey takes it anyway.
David smirks and leans in for a kiss. “Is it working?”
“Oh, whatever.” My younger brother kisses him before he scowls at me. “You best tell me as soon as it’s appropriate.”
“I promise.”
After taking a shower and changing into some sweats and a shirt, I check my Facebook notifications and emails on my phone. Unfortunately, besides some junk mail, there’s nothing of importance. As I leave my bedroom, I run into Travis.
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