The Tease

by C S Joyce

  “How does it feel?” Sonny’s mouth was next to my ear as he moved up behind me, and I swallowed hard, dropping my head back a little as he kissed my neck.

  “I like it. Do you? Do you like it on me?”

  Sonny stared back at me in the mirror and one strong hand reached around and gripped the harness where it crossed over my chest. He tugged on it and then bit at my ear lobe. “I think you look fucking divine. And I want to eat you up.”

  That was it. I was dead. Totally dead. And completely his. I reached for my cock, but Sonny grabbed the back of the harness and yanked me upright.

  “No touching, baby boy. Only if Daddy tells you it’s allowed. Understood?”

  Holy fucking shit. What was this thing all about? No, screw it. I don’t care. I just want more. More, more, more...

  “I understand.” I breathed the words out and then my legs jerked and all but gave away as Sonny proceeded to strip his clothes off behind me. I watched in total awe, wide eyed and speechless as his sexy naked body was revealed in the mirror. I wanted to turn around, but I thought better of it. So instead I continued to stare into the mirror. As though I was watching some surreal movie. One where I was about to take a starring role and I’d just realized I hadn’t prepared my lines.

  “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I bumbled out. Ah Jesus, why did I have to say that?

  But Sonny didn’t seem to mind. “Nobody does. That’s the biggest secret in life. We all pretend we do, but nobody has a clue. Just go with it.”

  I laughed and nodded, trusting Sonny so implicitly that it was as though I’d known him forever.

  Sonny closed the gap between us, the heat of his body zapping me as he pressed his skin against mine. He felt larger than me, in every way. But the way he touched me; it was slow, gentle almost. I fought the urge to close my eyes as his hands skimmed around my waist and pulled my jeans apart. I wanted to watch this; to be present for every moment. Seeing it, not just feeling it.

  I wanted to be the voyeur of my own kinky fun.

  Sonny’s mouth was hot, burning my skin as he chewed the sinewy part of my neck. I shivered as he tugged my jeans lower before slipping his thumbs into my waistband and edging my boxers lower.

  Ohmygod.

  Okay he had to hear it. He must have. My heart was so loud I couldn’t understand how he hadn’t commented on it. But he didn't and instead just continued undressing me and undoing me all at the same time.

  When he dropped to his knees, I let out a little squeak. (Fuck my life.) But embarrassing squeaks aside, I was feeling less nervous and more empowered. I could let go and be myself. There was no reason to resist this. I could have what I wanted.

  Sonny twisted me sideways and crawled before me. “Watch,” he said, gripping my hips tight with strong hands.

  I looked down only for him to stare up at me with intense eyes.

  “No. Not like that. There.” He nodded at the mirror and I turned my head, watching with disbelief as Sonny’s mouth engulfed my cock. I exhaled, my senses confused by the sensation of it happening to me while watching it unfold like a porn movie. The scene was detached, and yet I was in the middle of it, experiencing it in several ways. It was mind-blowing.

  Sonny’s mouth was incredible as he sucked me deeply, and I whimpered like a fool, but I couldn't help it. I wanted him so bad, in every imaginable way. And believe me, I’d imagined so many ways.

  He quickened the pace, his hand cupping my balls and squeezing until I felt my knees tremble. When I let out a groan, he picked up speed, sucking and slurping and fucking destroying me. I was going to come. I knew it. And I was about to warn him, but he went and snaked a finger between my cheeks, and I was done for, spilling into his mouth as I jerked in response to the soaring pleasure.

  At some point I’d stopped watching the mirror and was now staring down at him. I must have looked like some sort of crazed lunatic. In fairness, he looked back, seeming to study me as though he'd never set eyes on anything quite like me.

  “Well that was quick. You enjoy that, baby?”

  I nodded and slid my fingers into his sleek dark hair. Sonny was incredible.

  I felt myself getting lost in his gaze, as though I was drowning. And I wanted to; I wanted my breath to disappear and be replaced with him. Just him.

  I didn’t want to look in the mirror anymore, to watch us together. I only wanted to see myself in his eyes.

  He was still on his knees when I dove at him, knocking him back onto the floor and scrambling on top of him. To be honest, I’d never been fully naked during sex before. It had always been a rather quick and clumsy affair.

  This was different, and erotic. And I was only lying on top of him.

  “What are you doing, Ali?” Sonny’s voice was raspy as he made himself more comfortable beneath me.

  “I’ve no idea. But fuck it. Fuck me!”

  He burst into a growly laugh that had my cock hard again as I ran my hands across his chest. His arms were painted in tattoos, but his chest and abs were bare; smooth and glorious.

  “You’re like a photoshopped model. Or maybe models really look like that? Either way you’re perfect.” I lowered my chest down against his, partially hiding my own insecurities and longing for our bodies to be pressed together.

  Sonny slid his hands around me and ground up against me causing me to cry out with pleasure.

  “Nobody’s perfect, especially me. But from where I’m lying, you look pretty perfect yourself.”

  Nobody said things like that to me. Well, maybe Charlene, but she’d follow it up with a ‘ya dumb fuck’ just so I wouldn’t be getting ahead of myself.

  “Thanks,” I mumbled, and I blushed—no surprise there—staring way too intensely into Sonny’s eyes.

  Jesus, he’ll think I’m a feckin lunatic if I keep this up.

  But I continued staring, willing something to change in my life so I could have this every day. Have him.

  Sonny reached his face up to mine, one hand wrapping around the back of my neck and pulling our mouths together with such ferociousness I loudly moaned. Again. God, I was getting really good at this embarrassing the shit out of myself. But I didn’t even care anymore. All I cared about was Sonny’s perfect mouth destroying me and what his free hand was doing as it slid down my lower back and skimmed over my ass.

  Mid-kiss, I decided to make more small talk, mumbling into his mouth. “I like your tattoos. I could never get one, my step-dad would literally kill me. Like, I’d be dead. Buried. But I really like yours.” I traced my fingertip along the outline of a skull with roses. It was beautiful and somehow made me feel sad. “This one is really nice.”

  Sonny cast his eyes down, flexing the bicep which was wrapped in the tattoo and then smiled up at me. “Yeah, I like this one myself. A friend did it. He’s got his own tattoo place, ‘Pins and Needles’.”

  “What a great name,” I said laughing and then bit down on my bottom lip as he squeezed my ass cheeks.

  “Mm, it is a great name. You know what else is great, Ali?”

  I shook my head, my heart still thundering in my chest and no doubt vibrating into Sonny.

  “This ass.”

  I felt a sharp sting and then the sensation of heat spread across my skin like a thousand ants, marching over the flesh Sonny had just smacked.

  “I look forward to the day when you’re not such a good boy so I can punish you just like that.”

  Well, fuuuuuck. If that’s what Sonny had in mind—spanking me—I’d be breaking all kinds of rules for him.

  Before I could respond I was sent tumbling off him and onto my back, Sonny’s arm bracing me, so I didn’t actually fall, and instead landed on the soft carpet. He knelt over me, landing hot kisses on my stomach and sending me into a fit of giggles. I felt his eyes burning my skin as he slowly gazed down at me and then his perfect mouth curled into a cheeky smile.

  “You would look really good on my bike, boy.”

  For some reason that idea made me s
hudder. “Would I? What would you do to me, Thor?”

  Sonny rolled his eyes at my use of his new nickname and slid his hands up my thighs, pulling them apart until I was spread out for him and exposed.

  “I’d do everything to you. I’d worship you.”

  Well, jaysus, that’s feckin mind-boggling...and amazing...and just...everything.

  My breath shuttled out of me, and I trembled. It wasn’t fear, more like a state of shock. Because never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought any man, any person, would ever worship me.

  I had another reason for trembling too: what if I couldn’t have this? What if this was all taken away from me? If that happened, I wasn’t sure how I’d survive.

  One thing was for sure: When you let a wild bird free it never wants to be caged again.

  Encounters

  It was the sound of thunder rolling that dragged me back to reality. For a moment I wondered if the Gods were agreeing with me right then; that Sonny was some sort of magnificent hero and he was going to save me from my shitty life.

  But as the thunder grew louder, Sonny glanced towards the window, and then back down at me. Without saying a word, he climbed to his feet, his expression changing as his brows furrowed.

  “Get dressed, we’ve got company,” Sonny said and then he took a step back, pausing for one final glance at me spread out on the floor before he disappeared into the bathroom.

  The thunder roar of engines cut through the house and suddenly I was aware that we were no longer alone. Shit.

  Seconds later deep laughter filtered in through the window. Other people were here. Oh crap. I tugged at the harness, racing to undo the buckles and then scrambled for my clothes, tugging on my jeans and realizing that my t-shirt was still up on the kitchen table from when he’d massaged me. Fuckity-fuck.

  There were several voices, all male, laughing and playfully joking as they grew louder. But I couldn't make out what they were saying, until one voice familiar voice called out. A voice that made my heart sink and my stomach twist.

  “Sonny, where you at? We brought food from Mario’s. Got you fish ‘n chips.”

  I knew by the voice it was the guy from the video. Rick. Wasn't that his name?

  Fine, I know that’s his bloody name.

  But I couldn’t even say it in my own mind. I didn't know Rick at all but right then I was so jealous I felt like I could hate him. Like I needed to hate him.

  There he was, strolling into Sonny’s house like it was the most normal thing ever. Something he regular did. Maybe it was? Maybe he turned up all the time. Was he still messing around with Sonny? Were they still screwing?

  Oh, sweet baby Jesus, I needed to not think about that.

  I was turning into a jealous dope when I’d no right to be. After all, I’d only just met Sonny and we were only starting this thing between us, whatever it was. In reality I was just a kid Sonny worked with, who sucked him off and shared a mutual interest for watching people fuck. Damn.

  Maybe there was more going on there with Rick and Sonny and I was just blind.

  Sonny reappeared from the bathroom dressed in ripped jeans and a white t-shirt and looking more gorgeous than ever. Or maybe it was just the more I got to know him, the more I fell under his spell. Because it was like magic; the way he was seducing me, hypnotizing me, and I couldn't do anything to stop it from happening.

  I don’t want to stop it.

  Sonny looked at me and smiled, a warmth in his eyes and I sensed something else there. As though he himself was a little nervous. Maybe anxious was a better word.

  “Follow me when you're ready,” Sonny said, and he disappeared into the hall before I could tell him that I didn’t have my t-shirt.

  Seconds later I heard the laughter and easy conversation float down the hall. Ugh, that pang of jealousy raged in my gut. These people knew him. They were his friends, or at least they sounded that way. I wanted to know him like that; to make him laugh.

  I dragged my shoes on and pulled open the set of drawers until I found a pile of neatly folded t-shirts. They were all too big on me, but there was no way I was walking up there shirtless. I grabbed a soft grey one, slightly faded like most of Sonny’s clothes and pulled it on over my head. It smelled of him—that sexy familiar mix of linen scented washing powder and engine oil. I sniffed it for a second and then smiled at my own behaviour. I had it bad, I really did. I was screwed.

  Dressed and nervous as fuck, I treaded down the narrow hallway to the kitchen. Of course, Rick was the first person I laid eyes on, sitting there all confident and handsome, on the kitchen chair.

  Fuck you Rick. Okay, I’m being a dope, but come on, I’m eighteen. You can’t really expect me to not be jealous of this guy Sonny fooled around with.

  As if to torture myself further, my mind started running through images of Rick and Sonny together. Rick’s naked body balancing on the shiny motorbike as Sonny stroked him off, his hand gripping his cock tight and pumping him fast, sliding up and down, until Rick erupted.

  I blinked physically trying to swipe the images away and then said “Quit it” to myself silently in my mind.

  Rick’s eyes widened, as Sonny turned around and stared at me in surprise.

  There were two other men there, laying out drinks and food on the table. They were Sonny’s age and they’d both stopped what they were doing to look at me too.

  Yeah, it was at that point that I figured out what had happened too.

  “Did I just say that out loud?”

  Rick nodded and smiled at me with the cutest expression. Fuck.

  My face was burning, and I wanted the ground to swallow me up. No point praying for it though, because God had probably taken another vacation day or was busy doing something more important than saving me from myself.

  “You okay, kiddo?” Sonny said, handing me a bottle of water and not commenting on my bizarre remark. “There’s enough food for you, grab a plate.”

  Side note: maybe I have, oh, what’s that thing called...you know, when you speak words out involuntarily? Maybe there’s something wrong with me. Like, a condition. One that could be cured. Because having to accept that I was just a total joke of a young fella was tough. I don’t think they make pills to cure ‘eegit’.

  Anyway, I digress. Back to the current mortification.

  Sonny sat down next to Rick (ugh, that killed me) and then he nodded for me to sit on his other side. Sheepishly I took a seat and smiled at the guys who were looking at me as they stuffed greasy chips and burgers into their mouths.

  “This him?” One of them asked as he nodded over in my direction. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a skull on it and a tattered baseball cap. He also had so many tattoos I couldn't see the skin on his arms.

  “Uh-huh.” Sonny nodded and then glanced over at me and winked.

  “Nice. You bringing him tonight?” The guy asked, still eyeing me up with a serious expression.

  “If he wants to come, then yeah.” Sonny said.

  They were talking about me like I wasn't even there. Which was rather intimidating and a little rude.

  “Where are you going later?” I asked, trying not to sound so young as I took a small bite of a chip.

  “There’s a road race on later and then we’re going to The Library,” Sonny explained. “You want to meet us there, baby?” Sonny asked me, and I felt my face redden at the use of the word ‘baby’ in front of all these men. But nobody blinked or moved or made any indication that it was strange. Like they already knew or something.

  I nodded vigorously, and then chewed another bite of a chip. My stomach was flipping so hard I had zero appetite. Not to mention how mortified I was after talking to myself out loud. Maybe I could say something to redeem myself. Maybe I should try make some actual conversation.

  “The library? Since when is the library the place to meet?”

  The other guy glanced up at me and laughed. A growly sort of laugh that was a little scary to be honest. “Christ. He really
is green, isn’t he? Not the library. The Library. It’s an underground club. 27 Derry Street. Big with biker gangs.”

  “And leather Daddies,” Rick added, wiggling his eyebrows at me as though I was supposed to know what that meant.

  I blinked and tried to save myself the ongoing embarrassment. “Oh, I knew that. I was only joking.”

  Sonny’s quick side glance made it clear he knew I was trying to cover for my lack of knowledge, but he didn’t say anything. “Come on guys. Finish up eating and let’s get to work.”

  We ate in silence for a few painfully long minutes and then they all dragged themselves from the table, leaving the pile of brown paper wrappers strewn everywhere and headed out to the row of shiny motorcycles.

  I stood up, hovering by the doorway and not sure what to do.

  “You want to stick around?” Sonny said, keeping his voice low as he reached out and traced his fingers across my wrist. I shivered at his touch and he smiled.

  “No, I should go. Don’t want to be in the way. You’re busy.”

  “Shame we got interrupted earlier. I didn’t know they were turning up so soon. Maybe we can pick up from where we left off later?”

  I wanted to scream ‘yes’ at him, but I held my shit together. For once.

  “Um, yeah. Sounds good.”

  “You know you can stay, right? You can help us?”

  I glanced out at the tough bikers and my eyes settled on Rick’s lean body as he leaned over a gleaming silver and chrome bike.

  “Thanks, but I should probably head off. I’ve some stuff to do and I promised Charlene I’d drop by. What time should I be at the Library?”

  “Around eight is fine. I’ll see you there. If they ask you for ID say you don’t have any. It’s an over 23’s venue, so they won’t let you in otherwise. Any problems just call me, and I’ll come out and get you. We’ll probably be out in the beer garden anyway, so I’ll see you coming. Which I look forward to.”

  I grinned at his innuendo. “Okay, cool,” and I shuffled nervously, not sure how to end this.

  “You need a lift home, Ali?”

  “No, I’m grand. I’ll get the bus. You stay here with your friends.”