Like he’d promised, he cleaned every drop off of Braxton, withdrawing his fingers and rising up to give Braxton a deep, open mouthed kiss. His lips were slick and salty with Braxton’s come and his dick was hard against Braxton’s thigh, but he wasn’t in a rush to continue. He even pulled Braxton’s head onto his shoulder when his eyes started to drift shut.
Which didn’t seem right. “Rya—Sir, I should—”
“Rest. As we discussed.” Ryan pet his hair and made a soft, shushing sound. “You’re physically and emotionally drained, Braxton. It’s my job to take care of you while we’re doing a scene. You need to learn to let me.”
That sounded really nice. It still bothered Braxton that Ryan hadn’t gotten off, but in this exchange, Ryan was the one in control. He’d take what he wanted when he thought Braxton was ready to give it.
And if what had happened was anything to go by?
Braxton would need his strength.
Chapter 12
Sleep had evaded Ryan so often over the past few months, feeling it calling as he held Braxton close confused the hell out of him. Until…
Until it didn’t.
His life had consisted of dealing with one problem after another, worrying about his sister, taking on an overload of cases, dealing with the trouble the team got in while pretending he didn’t give a damn about the Dartmouth Cobras. He’d avoided games and ignored avid fans because he didn’t want to hear Braxton’s name, even in passing.
Staying away from Braxton, denying his own feelings, had become a fulltime job. One he’d refused to quit for far too long. But, looking down at his sleeping face, Ryan couldn’t remember why he’d been so fucking stubborn. Only that he was relieved to have finally stopped.
The light of dawn gleaming through the part in his curtains had him opening his eyes and he chuckled softly to himself, realizing he’d fallen asleep without meaning to. He’d had plans for Braxton last night, plans to wake him again and again, using him until the young man was sore and satisfied and understood how different things would be when they were together.
Would he still want this once he saw what was expected of him?
Ryan imagined he would. His new pet was eager to please and had plenty of stamina. If he was going to be in a relationship with a hockey player—of all things—he might as well enjoy the perks. And the challenges.
Such as, how long would it take to have Braxton begging him to stop? Would he ever, or would he take each and every bit of pleasure Ryan could give him, not needing any rest at all before Ryan proved this was only the beginning.
No better time than the present to find out.
Sliding his arm out from under Braxton’s sleeping form, Ryan rose quietly and positioned the lube within easy reach, grabbing a condom to set close for when he needed it. Then he leaned over Braxton, drawing the sheet down to expose his naked body, brushing his lips over every bit of skin he exposed. Along his collarbone, over the smoothness of his chest, smiling when Braxton’s nipples tightened before he’d even touched them.
He closed his mouth over one nipple, pressing down on Braxton’s shoulder when he tried to turn to him, still half asleep. “Let’s see how good you can be for me, pet.”
“Mmmph.” Braxton shifted his feet on the bed, moaning as he came fully awake when Ryan set his teeth into his nipple. “Good how?”
“For now, fold your hands behind your neck and let me take my time with you. No begging, no attempt to rush me. Take exactly what I offer and enjoy what I’m giving you.”
Chewing on his bottom lip, Braxton nodded and positioned his hands. “Sounds easy enough.”
Ryan smirked. We shall see.
Moving to Braxton’s other nipple, Ryan traced around it with his tongue, then stopped to let the moisture cool. He blew on it lightly, enjoying Braxton’s automatic shiver. Tiny goosebumps rose on Braxton’s flesh as he flicked his tongue over the hard nub, then caught it between his teeth.
As he increased the pressure, Braxton squirmed.
“I haven’t gotten nipple clamps in a while, but I believe I’ll be getting some for you.” Ryan pinched the nipple with his fingers as he returned to the first one, circling it with his tongue and using his breath to stimulate it before nipping it lightly, then harder as Braxton gasped and jerked his hips. “Would you like that?”
Breathing through parted lips, Braxton nodded. “I don’t think there’s much you could do to me that I wouldn’t like.”
Lips curving, Ryan began to kiss down the center of Braxton’s chest. “There are things you may not be sure of, but I will test your limits. Many things you haven’t even considered, or might find strange, would be an amazing experience for you.”
A blush rose high on Braxton’s cheeks as he watched Ryan move down his body. “Like what?”
Lifting his head, Ryan met Braxton’s curious gaze and began idly stroking his fingers along the dip of Braxton’s pelvis. “Bondage, edgeplay…maybe even sounding. The last will take a lot of training before I’m comfortable introducing you to something many consider extreme.”
Braxton swallowed hard. “Do I wanna know what that is?”
Running his hand up and down Braxton’s thigh, Ryan lifted his shoulders. “I don’t know. Do you?”
Biting down on his lip even harder, Braxton nodded.
With a slow smile, Ryan curved his hand at the base of Braxton’s dick, holding it lightly as Braxton began to pant. His struggle not to thrust himself into Ryan’s hand was admirable.
“Sounding is when a long, thin rod is slowly inserted into the urethra.” He loosely drew his hand up Braxton’s cock and brushed his thumb over the bead of precum at the tip. “Done right it can reach the prostate and be quite…stimulating.”
The color had left Braxton’s cheeks, but his erection hadn’t softened in the least. He was both terrified and aroused by the idea.
Perfect.
“That sounds really fucking dangerous.” Braxton’s lips moved silently for a moment. “What if you broke something?”
It was hard not to chuckle at that, but Ryan wouldn’t laugh off Braxton’s concerns. He rewarded the bare honesty of the question with another light stroke. “That kind of scene requires a great deal of trust. And knowledge on my part—though making sure you understand fully what is happening to you will help as well.”
“Have you done it before?”
This time, when Ryan inclined his head, Braxton’s dick began to soften. He didn’t like the idea of Ryan with others, which Ryan could sympathize with. He wasn’t exactly thrilled that Braxton had been letting his teammates fuck him.
He hadn’t had a say in the matter before.
That had changed.
Bringing his lips down to kiss above where his hand was moving, he kept his voice low, using a soothing rhythm he knew would get Braxton to where he wanted him to be. “My experience will benefit you, pet. But I take commitments seriously and if we agree to one between us, there will be no one else. For either of us.”
That brought a small smile to Braxton’s lips. “Can we agree on that now?”
Ryan smiled back at him. “If you’d like, though you might change your mind when our two days are up.”
Letting his eyes drift shut as Ryan continued to stroke him, Braxton shook his head. “Two days of you torturing me with sex isn’t gonna scare me away.”
“No?” Ryan liked hearing that, but he had to push a little bit. His sub shouldn’t find him too predictable. And some fear could bring a nice edge to their play. “What if I decide to introduce you to a flogger? Or a whip? Or lock you in a cage to rely on me for everything you eat and drink, only letting you out to relieve yourself? There are many things I’d like to try with you and I can be quite creative.”
If anything, what had been intended as a warning only intensified the heat in Braxton’s eyes. “Sounds hot.”
Could he be any more perfect?
“Nothing I do will ever impact your play or training, but we can work arou
nd that.” Ryan slid his lips over Braxton’s dick, taking him in deep without warning, giving him a slap on his inner thigh when he began to thrust up. As the young man stilled, he quickened his pace, bringing Braxton right to the edge, then easing back and casually continuing the conversation as Braxton caught his breath. “There are also many Doms on the team who can advise me on limits for you. When I bring you to the club, I may have them observe for the first few times. I may be able to manage most submissives, but I’ve never been with an athlete.”
“You’d let them watch you…do stuff to me?”
“Would you like that?”
Braxton’s row furrowed. “I don’t know. I’m not exactly out to everyone.”
“Neither am I, so don’t worry if you’re not ready. That will come at your pace or not at all.” Ryan would also have to consider his own approach with revealing his sexuality to his peers. And his family. It had never seemed important before, but he refused to hide Braxton if their relationship developed any further. If Braxton was comfortable with people knowing about them, Ryan would figure out how to do the same. “I’m pleased with how open you are with me.”
“You make it easy, Rya—Sir.” Braxton inhaled slowly. “I mean, the talking part. The not begging? Not so much.”
Wrapping his hand around Braxton’s dick, Ryan glanced up at him, brow raised. “And if I let you beg, what would you ask for?”
There was no hesitation in Braxton’s words. “You to fuck me. I miss feeling you everywhere. But the way you touch me is so fucking good, I want that too. I want everything.”
There was something so pure about the way Braxton responded to him, which was damn refreshing. How Ryan had missed that before, he wasn’t sure, but he wanted to hold on to it for as long as possible. He’d been given a gift when the young man had walked back into his life and he wouldn’t take that for granted.
He climbed over Braxton, settling between his thighs as he picked up the bottle of lube. Pouring a generous amount in his palm, he slicked up his fingers, using his knees to spread Braxton’s thighs. He brought his fingers to the tight hole, teasing the tip of one inside until Braxton was shaking with the struggle to hold still.
Such a well behaved little sub already. He’d be fun to play with, to keep testing until restraints were needed because containing himself became too overwhelming. Next time Ryan had him here, he’d put new cuffs on him.
And his collar would look fucking hot around Braxton’s neck.
Leaning in, he filled Braxton with one finger, letting him adjust before adding a second. Once he had him groaning, thighs tensing against the urge to move with the motions of his fingers, Ryan removed them. He grabbed the condom, rolling it over his dick, then hooked his arm under Braxton’s knee as he positioned himself and watched the head of his cock stretch him open.
Gripping the pillow behind him, Braxton tipped his head back and let out a low moan as Ryan filled him, inch by inch. He rocked his hips, taking Braxton deeper, never shifting his gaze from where his dick slid in all the way, then disappeared inside the snug heat of the other man’s body.
Pleasure gathered within and he gave in, letting it drive his pace as he clenched the muscles of his ass with harder thrusts, looking up to watch Braxton’s face as he fucked him. The sound of him pounding into that tight ass, the breathless gasps coming from the man beneath him, joined his own sharp breaths. He sensed his release coming, much too soon, and let himself slip free.
Then slammed back in.
“Jesus, I love that.” Braxton clenched around him, crying out with raw pleasure as Ryan took him deep, making the bed shake with the motion. “Every time your dick stretches back into me it’s… Oh God, that. Just like that.”
Ryan leaned down to kiss Braxton’s parted lips, letting the head of his dick work him open again and again, smiling as Braxton spoke soft, incoherent words, tossing his head from side to side, his hips shifting uncontrollably. He came with a shout and Ryan pistoned into him as he finally let his own release overtake him.
Billowing out with an intensity he’d rarely felt before, his orgasm had all his muscles clenching as he came. The pleasure was heat and pressure within, drawn out until he had to slam his hand down on the mattress to avoid collapsing on top of Braxton.
He held himself tight against Braxton’s body and let out a harsh whisper in his ear. “Don’t you dare move.”
The sparkle in Braxton’s eyes showed he was trying very hard not to laugh. Which had him tensing within. Around Ryan’s oversensitive dick.
To repay him, Ryan bent down and bit his shoulder. Hard.
“Ouch!” Braxton clenched again, then groaned. “Shit, my dick feels like it wants to get hard again.”
Carefully withdrawing from Braxton’s body, Ryan looked down at him, his lips slitting into a smile that usually made subs very nervous.
And Braxton was no exception.
“W-what?” Braxton’s throat worked as he swallowed. “There’s no way I could—”
“One of the benefits of being young, pet.” Ryan didn’t have much strength yet, but he’d find enough to deal with his naughty sub. And he’d enjoy every fucking minute. “I may need time to recover. But you don’t.”
Reaching into the drawer in his night stand where he kept all his favorite toys, each one meticulously clean and ready for moments like this, Ryan pulled out a long, thick black butt plug.
Braxton’s eyes went wide.
“You can use your safeword, Braxton. Or you can be my good boy and thank your Dom for seeing to your pleasure.” Ryan tapped the tip of the buttplug against Braxton’s thigh. “Will you come for me again?”
For a moment, Ryan was sure Braxton would refuse. Or at least continue insisting that he couldn’t.
Instead, he wet his bottom lip with his tongue and nodded. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
Curving his hand under Braxton’s jaw, Ryan gave him a long, slow kiss.
“That’s my good boy.”
Chapter 13
Humming to himself, Braxton put on another load of laundry, separating everything like his mother had taught him, then reading the instructions on the fabric softener to make sure he was using it right. Ryan had taken a nap after making Braxton come several times with his mouth and hands and a butt plug he insisted was one of the smallest ones he had.
Braxton wasn’t sure he wanted to see the others.
As much as he’d enjoyed every fucking minute of Ryan working him over, and as worn out as his body was from so many forced orgasms, nothing was as satisfying as having Ryan against him, thrusting deep into his body. Or even taking the man’s dick in his mouth and watching pleasure darken his features as he used Braxton to get him off.
Ryan’s approval and satisfaction had quickly become more important than Braxton’s own and he loved when Ryan gave him commands that helped him fulfill those urges. Being introduced to his submissive side felt like the most natural thing in the world. And exploring it with Ryan everything he could’ve ever wanted. There was a closeness between them he’d never found with anyone, a connection that strengthened the one they’d had after knowing one another for only a few hours.
He’d already known he wouldn’t be able to forget Ryan. Now? He couldn’t picture his life without him.
Pulling the dry clothes out of the dryer and putting them in the wicker basket he’d found with some folded clothes already inside, he turned to bring it to the living room where he could fold it while watching the sports highlights.
His heart skipped a few beats at the sight of Ryan, leaning against the doorway, thumbs hooked to the pocket of his jeans and a smile on his lips.
“I’d take exception to you being dressed, but I’m more interested in what it is you’re doing.” Ryan nodded at the basket. “Have you decided to explore the service side of submission or was the pile of laundry getting too big?”
Braxton snickered at the last and shook his head. “There was barely enough for two small loads.” He shrugged and
lowered his gaze. “I enjoy doing things that make you happy.”
Ryan’s expression warmed as he pushed away from the doorframe and came toward Braxton, tipping up his chin with a finger and claiming his lips in a deep kiss that stole all the air from the room. A warmth filled Braxton’s chest and he couldn’t help see how domestic this all was. Which he’d been afraid Ryan wouldn’t want, but he’d have said so, wouldn’t he?
“Come on, we’ll fold them together and I’ll order some pizza for lunch.” Ryan pulled his phone out of his pocket and used an app to place the order. “I have one day left with you, and as much as I’d enjoy one less chore, I’ll get restless if I have to sit there and watch.”
Braxton’s lips curved. “And you also need to make sure I do it exactly how you like it.”
With a wry grin, Ryan inclined his head. “Yes, there’s that too.”
In the living room, Braxton set the basket on the floor by the coffee table and sat next to it. While Ryan searched for something on TV to watch, he began folding towels. The first one didn’t look horrible, but the next was a completely different shape. He frowned and started over.
Better this time, but still…
“I am not that anal, Braxton.”
Biting into his bottom lip to hold back a laugh, Braxton glanced over at the other man.
Who shook his head and chuckled. “Brat. You know what I mean. Here, pass me one.”
Spreading the towel on the coffee table, Ryan folded it along the length, then along the width, then in three. When Braxton did the next one—much slower because he wanted it to turn out just as nice and neat—he was happy to see the simple method worked for him too. He fixed the first towel he’d done, then piled them all together.
“Very nice.” Ryan curved his hand around the back of Braxton’s neck, stroking the length of his throat lightly with his thumb. “I could get used to this.”
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