Dreamspinner Press Year Nine Greatest Hits

by Michael Murphy

  “Such a natural.”

  Lance wasn’t sure who spoke, but he ignored it.

  Tide’s mouth kept him busy, kept him happy, the strong hands holding his ass tight. Tide consumed him. Then Lance was turned, Tide pressing him down into the couch.

  “Tide?” He arched up, rubbed up into his lover.

  “Yeah, darling?”

  “We’re…. Can we do this?”

  “We are doing it.” Tide smiled gently down at him. “You mean with Bran and Tyrone watching, though, don’t you?”

  “Uh-huh. It’s…. I’ve never.” Not with company. Okay, he didn’t do this kind of thing, period, but he’d never even dreamed of doing it with other people in the room.

  “Tyrone, Bran? Are you uncomfortable?” Tide asked.

  “God, no. This is the hottest thing.”

  Lance looked over and Bran was in Tyrone’s lap, wiggling and staring.

  “Looks like they’re enjoying us enjoying each other.” Tide rocked against him, their hard cocks knocking, bumping together. “And it doesn’t seem to be keeping you from enjoying it either.”

  “Just nervous.” And excited and a little worried about that….

  “Don’t worry about them,” murmured Tide. “Just focus on how you feel, what my touches do to you.”

  “Oh….”

  Tide’s hand slid down along his side, fingertips dragging on his skin.

  “I love what my touches do to you.” Tide bit at his bottom lip, then sucked on it, the sharp then soft making the rest of his body jump.

  It was so easy to be trapped in Tide’s energy, in Tide’s soul.

  Groaning, Tide turned the lip sucking into outright kissing, body moving slowly against his. The world faded away, leaving him with nothing but pleasure.

  Tide took his hand and guided it to his own pants. “Undo them for me, darling.”

  “Okay.” He fumbled with the button, got the fly down.

  “Good boy. Do mine after.”

  “That’s more fun,” he whispered.

  Tide chuckled for him. “They both lead to even more fun.”

  “I want to have fun with you.”

  “We will, Lance. We’re going to have so much fun, you and I. We’re going to explore and make love and come.”

  He loved what Tide was saying, the promises he was making.

  He managed to get Tide’s jeans undone too, Tide sliding a hand between them to tug out Lance’s and then his own cock. The touch of Tide’s hand was good, the touch of Tide’s cock against his was even better. And every touch made him a bit warmer, more melted.

  Tide rubbed his thumb over both their cockheads, Tide shuddering slightly against Lance. It was like being underwater, like the world was this distant thing. Mouth finding his, Tide kissed him, stealing his breath and making his belly warm. Something inside Lance seemed to crack a little, break open.

  Tugging on his bottom lip, Tide turned the kiss into something hotter. A deep sound escaped Lance—the noise both raw and needy. Groaning, Tide squeezed their cocks, the sensation of Tide’s hot flesh sliding on his own thrilling.

  He started meeting each thrust, rocking eagerly. He needed this too much to worry. Bran’s moan seemed to echo Tide’s, almost like one noise was a part of the other. This time it didn’t wig him out, though. This time it was good.

  Tide’s free hand slid up under Lance’s T-shirt, finding and tugging on his right nipple. He hummed softly, pushed up toward the touch. Tide tugged a little harder, then twisted the nipple before moving to the other one.

  He spread a little wider, bent his leg against the back of the sofa. That let Tide press harder against him. Tide let their pricks go, their cocks sandwiched between their bodies now. Then Tide began to rock, body solid and strong over him.

  “Yes.” Lance nodded, trapped and held and caught and happy.

  Alternating biting his lower lip with kissing him, Tide mixed it up enough to keep him from entirely sinking into it. It was fascinating, maddening, amazing.

  His nipples were pinched, Tide moving between them, not settling, not letting him focus anywhere.

  “Tide.” Please. He couldn’t.

  “Right here, darling. Making you crazy, hmm?”

  “Yes. Yes. I can’t….”

  “Can’t what?” Tide reached down and pressed a finger against his slit.

  “Uh….” His eyes crossed, the sting something he used on himself.

  “Love making you incoherent.” Tide pressed in again.

  “Uh… uh-huh.”

  “He’s going to take to sounds like a duck to water,” Tyrone noted.

  “Oh yeah. I’m looking forward to stimulating this sweet slit of yours, Lance.” Tide pushed against it again, a little zing added with the corner of Tide’s thumbnail.

  He sank his teeth into his bottom lip. Just like that. That’s what he liked.

  “Oh yeah, I know what you want.” Tide kept working the tip of his cock, making it and his balls ache and throb with every heartbeat.

  He shook his head because it was what he thought he should do, but what he really wanted was to nod.

  “Yes, I do, darling. And you know it.” Tide pinched his slit closed.

  Lance clenched his teeth, the pleasure winging through him.

  “I want to make you come from this.” Tide pinched again so there was no mistaking what he meant.

  Lance moaned and shook his head again, turning it into a nod at the end.

  “You have to stop doing that, darling.”

  Bran laughed softly. “He can’t, Master. You have him all flummoxed.”

  Tide pinched his cock again and again. “I saw your red tip from when you jacked yourself. You abuse this sweet cock. Now that’s my job.”

  The pleasure grew and grew. “You won’t touch your cock again without my permission.”

  He whimpered, his leg kicking out.

  “I’m going to keep you well plugged, darling. Keep you under control.”

  Another pinch. Another. Fuck. Between the touches and the filthy words coming out of Tide’s mouth, Lance was going insane.

  Tide went on. “There are the most fascinating little plugs, jewelry, just for this….”

  “Stop….”

  “No. You don’t really want me to, anyway.”

  “Need you.” He was so fucking close.

  “I know.” Tide’s confidence was so sexy. “I’ve got plugs and sounds at home. And one day I’m going to plug you up. I’m going to fuck your slit.”

  “No….” God, yes. He shot hard, shaking with it.

  Tide’s grip slid down a little, leaving his cockhead in favor of sliding along the root of his prick. The long tugs made his orgasm go on and on. All Lance could do was pant, shake with need.

  Tide’s mouth dropped onto his again, tongue pushing into his mouth. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All he could do was feel. Tide kept moving against him, cock hot on his belly and dripping. The world was spinning, turning faster and faster.

  “Soon, darling. Gonna spray all over your belly, rub it into your skin.”

  “Please.” He was so lost. So lost.

  Tide cried out, coming, spunk indeed spraying up over his belly. Lance moaned softly, exhaustion covering him. Exhaustion and Tide, who kissed him, fingers rubbing the come into his skin.

  “You need to nap, darling. We’ll still be here when you wake up.”

  He nodded. “Sorry. Sorry, love. Need.”

  And boom, he was gone before Tide could tell him not to apologize again.

  Chapter Nine

  LANCE SLEPT for about four hours, then they took more photos, these in the studio in front of a backdrop of mountains with snow. They even had fake snow for Bran to lie in as they posed.

  Tide was distracted, though, thinking about Lance’s upcoming punishment for saying “I’m sorry” several times.

  “You guys did a great job. Thanks. Thank you for your patience. I’m so sorry about the nap.”

 
Bran hugged Lance tight. “I keep telling you we didn’t mind.”

  “And I keep telling you not to say ‘I’m sorry.’” Tide gave Lance a stern look. “You just keep adding to your punishment every time you do.”

  Lance blinked over at him, eyes huge behind his glasses. God, that look made him hot. Lance handed out the checks to them, the paper rattling a little bit.

  “You sure you don’t need any more shots for the job?”

  “I’ve got all the shots I need, so we’re good. It didn’t take as long as I thought it would. I’m sorry.”

  “There you go again.” He tapped Lance’s nose. “And if you need anything else from us, if you’re less finished than you thought, don’t worry about payment, just call us and we’ll be here.”

  Tyrone and Bran chimed in their agreement.

  “I…. Maybe I… I mean, I don’t know. Probably? Maybe?” Lance was babbling and he knew it.

  “Take a breath, darling.” Tide kissed him.

  “You keep doing that.”

  “And I’m going to keep doing it.” He intended to kiss his boy for eons.

  “Come for dinner tomorrow, guys.” Tyrone shouldered his bag, one hand holding Bran’s.

  “We’d love to. Text me with what to bring.” Tide answered like it was the easiest thing on earth. He gave Tyrone and Bran hugs, and closed the door behind them. Then he turned back to Lance. “You want to stay here or go back to my place?” He hoped Lance would come over, stay somewhere he could rest, not work all night. “We can pack a bag, you can stay a couple of days….”

  “Are you sure? I could….”

  “Of course I’m sure. I’ll even help you pack.”

  “Okay. Okay, yes. Please.”

  “Good. Come on.” He led Lance back to the bedroom. “You need a bag. Some clean underwear, a pair of jeans or two.”

  “Okay. And shirts. Maybe a hoodie.”

  “That’s the spirit.” He grinned, helping put clothes into a backpack Lance came up with.

  He needed to get his boy leathers, something tight and form fitting. Sexy. It made him groan just to imagine it.

  “You okay?” Lance asked.

  “Uh-huh.” Grabbing Lance’s arm, he tugged his boy close and stole a kiss.

  Lance opened up, tongue sliding on his, tasting him.

  “God, you’re sexy. Hot. You make me need.”

  “Am I?” Lance stroked his belly, the touch featherlight and easy.

  “Oh yeah. Maybe we can make love one more time here before we go.”

  Lance pinked, eyes dancing, seeming to laugh at him. “Insatiable.”

  “For you? Yes. Absolutely.”

  “Are you always so wanton or is it me?”

  “Oh, it’s you, Lance. It’s definitely you.” He loved how Lance lit up when he said those things. “Come on. Bed.” He grinned, tugging Lance toward the little bed.

  It cracked him up, that tiny little bed. Still, it would do them for a quickie. Just to get the edge off. Maybe just his edge off. “I’ve got a cock ring in my bag, darling. I want you to get it.”

  “A…. Really?”

  “Yes, really. You’re not going to come until we get home.”

  Lance gave him a confused, hurt little look, but headed into the main room. His poor love didn’t understand. Lance would, though. He really would. Together they would learn about anticipation, need. Hunger. He licked his lips, watching and admiring the moment Lance came back.

  “I… I got it.” The heavy metal ring was perfect—unforgettable, unbreakable, and easing Lance’s balls through it would steal his boy’s breath.

  “Good boy. You need to know that you not coming until we get home isn’t a punishment. Anticipation and need are gifts.” He held Lance’s hand, the ring warming between their palms.

  “I don’t understand you. You’re the one who said you wanted to….”

  “I said I wanted to make love with you. That doesn’t necessarily end in orgasm.” He took a kiss, putting passion behind it.

  Lance opened up, a little surprised gasp emerging. That was better—he needed Lance to know that whether he was bound, allowed to come or not, Tide cared for him, wanted him. No matter what, Tide was here for him.

  He drew Lance toward the bed, fingers sliding to remove Lance’s clothing. The material came off easily, the loose clothes falling away. Wrapping Lance’s hand around the cock ring, he freed his other hand up so he could explore the pale skin more thoroughly.

  “Mmm. I should shave you bare for me. You’d tingle.” He rubbed his fingers over Lance’s pubic hair, tugged on the short, tight curls.

  “I trim. It’s not messy, is it?”

  “No, darling, that wasn’t a complaint. It’ll just make things more if we shave. Plus, you know, the whole shaving thing.” It could be incredibly intimate.

  “You’re a kinkster.” Lance winked at him, obviously trying to play.

  “I am. You are too.” He plucked at one of Lance’s nipples, teasing it to hardness.

  “I wish. I’m an amateur.” Lance’s lips parted, eyelids getting heavy.

  “How lucky—learning to be a kinkster from the beginning.” He played with the other nipple, tugging a little harder on this one. The tiny nips drew up, responding eagerly to the rougher play. His sweet boy was something of a pain slut. God, Tide was lucky.

  He rubbed one between his thumb and forefinger, giving Lance some friction, and oh hell yes. The pretty prick was hard, pushing up toward him, trying to catch his attention. He happily ignored it, focusing on the rest of the perfect little body.

  He pressed his fingers along Lance’s collarbone, hard enough to bruise lightly. Lance groaned, neck stretching out. Bending, he began sucking up a mark on Lance’s neck.

  “Oh.”

  There were already hickeys, but he had no compunction with adding more. He was going to give Lance a necklace with his lips and mouth. A temporary collar. Proof of his intention. Groaning, he moved his lips to the side, starting a new mark attached to the first.

  “Mmm… tingles. Tide, that’s… big.”

  “I’m marking you as mine. Laying my claim.” He met Lance’s eyes.

  “Marking me.” His boy touched his throat, the marks there.

  “Can you feel the heat of my kisses there?”

  “Yeah, I can. It’s…. I want to see.” Visual boy.

  “When I’m done.” He latched on to a bare patch on the left side of Lance’s throat. The lovely skin only needed another mark or two to complete the collar. Then they could put the ring on, admire. Groaning, he bit quickly, scraping with his teeth for this mark.

  “Ow. Ow, that’s….” Lance relaxed as the sting eased.

  “It’s exactly what you wanted.” He licked the mark his teeth had left.

  “I… I don’t know.”

  “I do.” He pressed his mouth against the last spot he needed to mark and began sucking again. Lance made a sweet, soft little noise for him.

  When he pulled back, he reached up, tracing the collar of bruises with his fingers and his eyes.

  “Does it…. Is it….” Lance stroked his throat.

  “It’s beautiful. Can you feel it around your neck like there’s actually a collar on you?”

  Lance nodded, swallowed hard. “I want to see.”

  “Yeah, I think that’s a great idea.” He took Lance’s hand and led him to the bathroom where there was a mirror. They stood in front of it together, him dressed, Lance naked. The collar was made up of beautiful bruises, each one different.

  “I…. Wow. I….” Lance blinked. “I—”

  “You’re beautiful. Stunning, even.”

  Lance made him want and his cock pushed against his zipper, wanting out.

  “I need your mouth, boy.”

  Lance handed him the cock ring. “Hold this, then.”

  “No, your cock and balls can hold it.”

  He took hold of Lance’s cock, sliding the ring, warm from Lance’s palm, around the hard head. La
nce gave him a wide-eyed stare, hips rolling forward.

  “Mmm. This goes around the base of your cock, and we work your balls into it too.”

  “They won’t fit.”

  “They’ll fit. And then your package will look totally obscene.” It would be gorgeous.

  “It’s not as big as it seems.”

  “What isn’t?”

  “The ring. It felt huge until you started putting it on.”

  Oh, that was adorable. He kissed the tip of Lance’s cock, then pulled the ring down to the very end and began to carefully work Lance’s first ball in. He loved manipulating the hot, velvety flesh.

  “Oh….” Lance spread, lips parting.

  “You see? They’ll fit.” The first ball in, he began working on the second, being extra careful.

  “Oh God. God, that— I— Fuck.” Lance went up on tiptoe, rocking toward him.

  “Easy, darling.”

  “Sorry. Sorry. Oh wow.”

  “Pretty cool, isn’t it?” He got Lance’s second ball in and pressed the ring farther down.

  Tide was right. It was obscene. Beautifully so. The sweet balls were drawn up, pushed forward. He touched them, stroking.

  “I look… naughty.”

  “Mmmhmm. My very naughty boy.” He pulled Lance’s cock down and let it bounce back up.

  “Tide!”

  He did it again and Lance began to chuckle. Grinning, Tide grabbed Lance’s prick and used it to pull his lover back into the bedroom.

  “It’s not a leash!” Lance was still laughing.

  “I know.” Chuckling, he finally let go when they got to the bedroom. “Now I want you to suck me.”

  “Okay. I said I would. It’s not a chore.” Somebody was a little cranky.

  “I didn’t say it was.”

  “No, but you seemed like it somehow.”

  “It was an order, but not a chore.”

  Lance had so much to learn about the lifestyle. It would be his joy to teach.

  “You just had to ask. I like how you taste, honest,” Lance told him.

  “Ordering you is a part of the game, darling. It’s supposed to add to the tension, the excitement.”

  “Oh.” Lance’s cheeks heated, and his boy ducked his head, hid behind his hair. Then Lance went to his knees, reaching to open Tide’s pants.