by Sean Michael
He watched Sawyer moving as he removed his own clothing. He tossed his T-shirt and his jeans at the chair at the end of the couch. He never took his eyes off Sawyer the entire time.
Sawyer fiddled with the oven, then went to get a condom and lube from the bedroom. Derek licked his lips and shook himself. He needed to have control here—he couldn’t lose himself in Sawyer’s body, though it would be so very easy.
He took a few deep breaths. He needed to make Sawyer need, make him wild, and then make him wait for supper.
Sawyer came back, and he made grabby hands. Look at that beautiful man with the nipple rings in the swollen nips and his cock standing straight up and shining with precome.
Sawyer handed him the supplies. “Where do you want me, Master?”
“I want you to put the condom on me, and then I want you in my lap, riding me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Sawyer knelt gracefully, moving to cover his cock.
He whimpered as Sawyer’s fingers touched his cock and bit his bottom lip. He wasn’t ready to come yet. Not until he was buried inside of Sawyer’s ass.
“Beautiful lover.” Sawyer kissed the tip of his cock.
“You’re the beautiful one.” His voice cracked, but he managed to get the words out. Sawyer blew his mind.
“Thank you. I want to be beautiful for you.”
“You are.”
Sawyer’s finger slid along his cock a couple more times, spreading lube on him. After only a few strokes, he wrapped his fingers around Sawyer’s. “I need you to ride now.”
“Yes, Master.”
“You can’t come, boy.”
“I won’t. I swear, Master. I won’t.”
“Even if I take the ring off?” Did Sawyer have that kind of control?
Sawyer nodded. “That will make it harder, but I can.”
“Good. I like how your prick looks with it on, but it’s even better with it off.” He slid his finger along Sawyer’s cock, right to the ring. He tugged at the snap, opening the leather.
The sweet prick immediately got harder, balls drawing up.
“I will have to punish you if you come, love.”
Sawyer drew in a quick breath, but he nodded. “Yes, Master, I understand.”
Derek wrapped his fingers around Sawyer’s hips and drew him closer. Sawyer rubbed against the tip of his prick, once, twice, then sank down, taking him in with a single downward slide.
“Oh fuck!” He closed his eyes and took a few breaths. He was not going to come. Not until Sawyer had a wonderful ride.
“Master…,” Sawyer moaned softly. “So big inside me.”
“And you’re so tight. Feel so good around me.” He kept his fingers around Sawyer’s hips, but really, for now at least, it was all Sawyer’s show. Sawyer began to ride, moving up and down, driving himself all the way to the root.
Wanting a kiss, he brought their mouths together again, and they shared breath and. Sawyer bounced on his cock, little sounds escaping him, pushing into their kiss.
He wanted it to last forever, but Sawyer was so tight and was bouncing so quickly, squeezing Derek’s cock and making it impossible to do anything but fly with this beautiful man.
Sawyer arched down, moving faster, harder, cock slapping against Derek’s belly.
“You’re going to come like this. Without me even touching your cock. And we’re going to come together.” And it was going to be soon because good fucking God, this was amazing.
“Master? Is that an order?”
“Yes, Sawyer. It is.”
“Oh….” Sawyer beamed at him, body tightening around his cock like a fist. “Thank you.”
He gazed at Sawyer’s ecstatic face and realized suddenly how much Sawyer wanted the orders. No, craved them, needed them deep inside his soul.
He tightened his hands around Sawyer’s hips. “When I say.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you for letting me come. Thank you.”
“It’s my pleasure, boy.” He tried the word out in his mouth. It felt a little strange, honestly. Sawyer was older than him. Maybe they would find their own word for it.
Sawyer clenched down, making him gasp and drive up into that tight sheath. He met every drop down after that, bucking up into his lover.
Meeting Sawyer’s eyes, he made the call, his balls aching to let loose. “Now, Sawyer—come now.”
He loved the way Sawyer’s eyes went wide, expression needy and wanton, and then seed poured from his boy in thick ropes. Sawyer’s body bore down on him, tighter than ever, and it had him crying out and filling the condom with his seed.
Sawyer snuggled into the curve of his throat. “Master.”
Letting go of Sawyer’s hips, he wrapped his arms around Sawyer’s back and held on. “Sawyer.” He kissed the top of Sawyer’s head. Then he grabbed the throw off the back of the couch and wrapped it around them both.
“I should finish your supper, hmm?”
“It smells amazing. I can’t wait to eat.” He tilted Sawyer’s head and took a long kiss. “Make sure you put an apron on so you don’t burn anything important.”
“Can you plug me again, Master? One day, maybe you can plug me full of your seed?”
Oh God. He thought he might short out there for a second, but he took a few breaths and managed not to. “You want to be exclusive? Because I’d love that. You are… really special. I knew it the moment I saw you.” It was true. Maybe not love at first sight, but certainly strong like and definite lust, and now he was totally in love.
“Would that work with your friends?”
“We should all get tested.” He wasn’t going to risk Sawyer. Not for anything. “Nobody else gets to come inside you, though. Just me.” He loved Luke and Benny; they’d been playing for long enough that it was more than just playing. But Sawyer was his. “You’re mine.”
“Oh. Oh, yes. Yes, Master. Please. Yes.” Sawyer whimpered softly, beginning to move on his covered cock again.
He brought their mouths together once more, kissing hard as Sawyer rocked. He knew he probably should change out the condom, but he couldn’t bring himself to make Sawyer stop. Not when there wasn’t another one handy. “Needy.”
“Yes. I love ass play. Love it.”
“I’ll remember that,” he promised.
“What turns you on, Sir?”
“Everything.” He thought sex was amazing. Especially with Sawyer. “You.”
“Do you want to use me? Take me at will?”
God, Sawyer was a seductive little slut.
“Uh-huh. Like all the time.” He would tie Sawyer to the bed and never let him go if real life didn’t exist.
“I was made for this. I swear. I was made to serve.”
“And I was made for you.”
“Such a sweet man.” Sawyer kissed him again, slowly, still riding him steadily.
He wrapped his arms around Sawyer and reclined against the back of the couch, bringing Sawyer with him so their bodies rubbed from shoulder to upper thighs. He wrapped his hands around Sawyer’s waist, helping him move, helping him ride.
“You’re delicious,” he told Sawyer. “Truly.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much.” Sawyer’s cock was still hard, rubbing against his stomach, leaving wet trails.
Reaching around, Derek rubbed his fingers along the place where they were joined. Fuck, it was hot. In all senses of the word. When he touched, Sawyer jerked forward with a soft cry, tongue flicking out.
He pushed one of his fingers into Sawyer alongside his cock, giving him extra girth.
The effect on his lover was stunning, a bright flush clawing its way up Sawyer’s belly. Following that lead, he pushed in a finger from his other hand too. Then he slowly tugged his fingers apart and a spurt of seed shot from his lover.
He leaned their foreheads together, then took another soft kiss. “I’ve got to come out now. You clean that plug, and I’ll put it back in.”
“Yes, Master. You didn’t come again. Is that okay?”
“Y
eah, I’m fine. After supper you can blow me for dessert.”
Sawyer chuckled softly, nuzzling his jaw. “I would love to.”
“I thought you might.” He groaned as Sawyer pulled off. He didn’t like separating at all.
“I’ll bring you a warm cloth, Sir.” Sawyer took the plug with him.
God. Was this real?
He sat back on the couch, watching as Sawyer washed the plug and soaked a cloth in water. It felt real and surreal at the same time. The thought had him smiling. Either way, he was holding on and not letting go.
Chapter Eleven
SAWYER WOKE up in Derek’s arms, naked and hard, rubbing and wanting his lover, his new master?
Did he have a new master?
Did Derek want this?
Derek grumbled in his sleep and grabbed Sawyer’s ass, fingers wrapping around one buttcheek and holding on.
Sawyer moaned softly, pushing back into the touch, testing Derek’s intentions.
Derek’s eyes blinked open, and he smiled. “Oh, Sawyer. Good morning.” The hand on his ass didn’t let go.
“Good morning. How are you?” He leaned forward and took a long, slow kiss.
“I don’t know. Ask me after we’ve made love.” Derek grinned, eyes twinkling.
Derek’s hands began to wander as they kissed, seemingly randomly over his ass, the tops of his thighs and his back, but then Derek found the base of the plug, fingers touching it lightly, too lightly to be more than a tease, but there was a promise of so much more in the light touches.
He spread wide, humping down against his lover, his morning wood aching.
“You’re so pretty in how you need.” Derek rubbed their cheeks together, then pointed his tongue and traced Sawyer’s lips.
He felt tingles wherever Derek’s tongue touched, and the aching in his flesh increased.
Derek tapped the base of the plug again, harder this time. “We should go shopping online today. Get some plugs that belong to us.”
“I’d love that. You can choose some to play with.”
“They’ll have to be pretty big. I know that’s how you like them.” Derek was clearly paying attention and remembering things Sawyer did and said. It was sweet and kind and something a master would do.
“Yes, Master. I’m a bit of an ass slut. I love to be full and needing.” He whispered the words into Derek’s ear.
Derek’s erection jerked against his belly. “I know. I gotta admit, hearing you talk dirty is a real turn-on. Do you like that too? Do you like to hear about how I’m going to find a bunch of plugs, all different shapes, to fuck and fill you with?” Derek whispered too, making the conversation feel even more intimate.
“God yes.” He had missed this, so much. “I can take it, take you and your will. I love the burn, the ache, the way you stare at my ass when it’s plugged.”
“I have to be honest, Sawyer—I stare at your ass, period.” Derek gave him a cheeky grin. “But I can’t look away when it’s plugged. It makes you walk like… like you’re moving just for me.” Derek gave the base of the plug a few more taps as he talked about it.
“Yes, Master.” He hummed softly. Derek liked to hear him talk, did he? “Have you read about fisting, Master? About milking?”
“Oh God.” Derek drove against Sawyer’s belly, dotting his skin with drops of precome. “Luke lent me a couple books, and I’m pretty sure there were sections about those….”
That was his cue to tell Derek about them, about how much he was into them.
“I would let you in, let you fill me with your hand. Can you imagine it, my ring snapping around your wrist as you took me?”
“Fuck yes. Well, no, I have no idea what that would feel like, but I want to know. We need to stock up on lube.” Derek grabbed the base of the plug and began moving it out and back in again, fucking him with it.
“Yes. We need lube so you can stretch me, push me.” He groaned softly and sucked on Derek’s earlobe. “You can touch me everywhere, milk me dry. That’s so wild, to need to come and come and have nothing left.”
“Fuck. It sounds so much sexier when you say it.” Derek pulled the plug right out, leaving him empty, but then pushed in a single finger, wriggling it around inside him. “Gonna re-lube you and then make love to you. Can’t wait to get tested, to be able to feel your skin right against mine. I never have before. Never.”
“I only did with my husband. You’re my second lover.”
“I find that super hot. I know I shouldn’t, but I do.”
“You’ll be able to trap your seed inside me. No one else will touch me like you do.” He groaned softly, imagining the wild need of having his gland stroked until he was sobbing and empty, his orgasms totally controlled.
“Fuck yes. You’re mine, only mine, and nobody else will do that. No one.” Derek grabbed the lube and slicked his fingers up. Then he plunged two of them into Sawyer’s ass. “I’m going to make you fly, give you what you need.”
“Yes!” He rolled his cock against Derek’s belly and pulled one leg up.
“The milking thing.” Derek pushed his fingertips against Sawyer’s gland, making him jerk and moan. “It starts with this, right? Hitting your gland until you come, and then just keep hitting it?”
“Pet it. Nice and steady. Over and over until there’s nothing left inside me.” Oh sweet Jesus, he was going to die.
“I can do that. Will it still be good if I make love to you when you’re empty? I couldn’t tell from the stuff I read.” Derek was so sweet. And he kept touching, fingertips so good and gentle against Sawyer’s gland, building his pleasure up, his need to come getting stronger.
“It’ll make me crazy. I’ll need and need.” He rolled up with a moan. “Imagine wanting to shoot, needing to, but there’s nothing but electricity and hunger. I’ll be begging you to touch me, fuck me, fill me up and help me.”
“Oh God. I’m glad I called in last night and said I was taking today and tomorrow off so I could have a four-day weekend with you.”
Derek’s gentle touches kept on. It seemed he was a fast learner. He was already driving Sawyer crazy, and he was only just learning. He would be devastating with some experience under his belt.
His eyes rolled as precome began to slip from him, leaking and sliding down his shaft.
“Oh, it’s working.”
“Yes, Master. Please. Empty me.” He could beg.
Derek moaned, clearly enjoying it when he did beg—Sawyer had never heard of a master who didn’t.
“You’re so tight and so hot inside. I love doing this, hearing how it affects you in your voice, feeling the results against my skin.”
“You own my come, Master, my pleasure, my need. You choose how I shoot, if my balls are empty and all I can do is dry-come.” He writhed, trying to get harder touches, but Derek refused to budge. Proving again that he was paying attention and that he was a quick learner.
“You’ll come from this and just this until you can’t come anymore. Then I’ll make love to you.”
Derek’s words made him writhe harder.
Derek nuzzled his jaw. “So good. So good, pet.”
“Pet?” He groaned, his toes curling.
“Uh-huh. Mine to keep and to pleasure and to be master of.” Derek didn’t ask if it was okay, and Sawyer was pretty sure that yesterday he probably would have. More signs of growing confidence in the role of master. If Derek kept this up, all of Sawyer’s worries about whether or not Derek really wanted this were going to fade.
“Yes, Sir. Please. I ache.”
“Good. You asked to.”
He had, and it felt so good, so right. He felt… as close to complete as he had since before James had died. And he didn’t want to be disloyal, but James was dead and he was alive, and it had been so long ago.
Derek pegged his gland a little harder, making him gasp. “Stay with me. I want you to know who is touching you.”
“I know. I swear. I know.” His hips and legs moved restlessly as th
at touch drove him mad.
“Show me, then. Come for me. Not just because of what I’m doing, but because I told you to. Me. Derek. Your master. Yours.” Derek didn’t work his gland any harder, but he did move faster, the touches absolutely undeniable. “This is orgasm one. How many are there in those sweet balls?”
Knowing him? Three for sure, maybe four or even five, although he’d be crazed by then.
“I said come, pet. Do it now.” Derek did hit his gland a little harder this time, like an exclamation mark to his words.
He shot with a harsh moan, his eyes rolling back in his head. Derek pressed kisses over his face and, to his delight, didn’t stop pegging his gland. The sweet, wonderful, crazy-making touches continued.
There was one difference, though; Derek worked a third finger in with the first two, stretching him wider. “Mmm… that’s one.”
Derek moved to kneel between his legs, eyes on his hole, watching him. It made him feel exposed, open, vulnerable.
He thought that might bother him a lot, with someone not James, but he trusted Derek. The guy had a good heart and had been nothing but eager and sweet and kind to him.
The touches never eased, steady and constant, his cock pouring cream. Derek began to lap at his skin, taking in the liquid his cock was depositing. It was incredible against his belly, but when Derek moved to clean his cock as well, tongue working the sides, then the head and his slit, the only thing that kept him from coming again was sheer willpower and experience as a sub.
He wanted this to be amazing for both of them. He wanted it to go on and on.
Derek worked his slit with the same diligence he showed with Sawyer’s gland, the pointed tongue pressing into him. “Come for me again,” Derek said after Sawyer had keened several times in a row.
“Master….”
“Now.” Derek pushed his tongue deep into Sawyer’s cockslit, making it sting, and it was all over. He shot again, his balls throbbing.
Derek caught it all in his mouth this time and lingered to suck on the head of his prick, pulling out more drops.
Sawyer knew he wasn’t empty yet, but he didn’t think he could possibly shoot again. Derek continued milking him, seeming convinced otherwise. Sawyer’s head knew Derek was right, even if his body was trying to deny it.