Dreamspinner Press Year Eight Greatest Hits

by Brandon Witt

  “Okay, let me rephrase that,” he snorted. “I’m not big on games unless they lead to fucking.”

  “Well then by all means, deal ’em,” Ridley encouraged and took a seat in one of the barstools across from Alex.

  Alex dealt out five cards each and set the deck aside. “Five-card stud,” Alex announced and picked up his cards and studied them. A pair of jacks. “I wager my shirt.”

  Ridley flipped over his cards without looking at them first. “Call.”

  Ridley had an ace and nothing else. Alex threw his cards down. “Hand it over,” he demanded and made a gimme motion with his hand.

  Alex refilled their glasses as Ridley pulled his T-shirt over his head and handed it over as instructed. Alex’s gaze roamed appreciatively over Ridley’s muscular chest. His muscles were taut, the skin smooth, his dark nipples erect, causing Alex’s mouth to water. “Very nice,” he said seductively.

  Ridley pushed out his chest, then ran a hand across his chest and pinched one of the dark nubs. “Thanks.”

  “Oh, you are asking for it,” Alex said warningly.

  “Yes I am,” Ridley responded and waggled his brows.

  Alex had damn sure picked the right topic to take Ridley’s mind off all the questions. Alex knew Ridley’s inquisitive mind wouldn’t let it drop, but for now it was another head that was making the decisions and Alex would use that to his full advantage.

  Alex dealt them each five more cards from the stack. “I want your pants this time,” he told him.

  “Gonna be hard to get them off over my shoes,” Ridley chuckled and picked up his cards. A large grin spread across his face. Obviously Ridley had a good hand. The man had no face for poker.

  “Fine,” Alex relented. “But shoes and socks count as one.”

  “Deal,” Ridley agreed and laid his cards face up on the table. “Take ’em off.” Ridley picked up his drink and leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin on his face.

  While Ridley sipped at his drink, Alex studied Ridley’s cards. He had two pairs, threes and nines. Alex flipped his over, not so much as a pair. He kicked off his shoes and then bent and pulled off his socks. He laid them on the counter.

  “Thank you very much,” Ridley drawled and pulled them closer to him. “Deal.”

  “Now who is ready to get right down to it?”

  “You started it,” Ridley snorted. “Deal,” he repeated.

  Regardless of who won the card game, Alex was going to enjoy wiping that smug grin off Ridley’s face when he fucked him through the mattress. Alex adjusted the bulge in his jeans and then grabbed the stack of cards. He started to toss one to Ridley facedown.

  “Faceup this time. I like a little anticipation.”

  “Enjoy your demands while you can.” Alex smirked and flipped over the card. Ace.

  “Is that a threat?” Ridley challenged.

  “Think of it as a promise,” he informed Ridley and turned over his own card. King.

  Slowly, Alex turned one card over at a time. Ridley was right, the anticipation made it all the more exciting. By the time Alex had dealt them each five cards and saw he had the winning hand with two kings, his pulse was beating a little faster.

  Ridley removed his socks and shoes without question and shoved them across the counter without saying a word.

  Ridley lost the next hand as well. He stood and popped the button on his jeans.

  “Slowly,” Alex demanded. He downed the rest of his bourbon. “Give me a show.”

  “A show?”

  “Yeah, anticipation makes everything better, remember?”

  “That it does,” Ridley agreed and ran his hand over the front of his jeans.

  Alex’s gaze was riveted to the movement and the flex and roll of the muscles in Ridley’s colorfully inked arm as he pressed his palm against his cock, stroking himself a few times before he eased down the zipper. His hands on the waistband of his jeans, Ridley then turned his back to Alex and swayed. Instead of pushing down the denim fabric, the little tease raised his arms over his head, and the movement caused the muscles in his back to bulge as he continued to sway to some silent tune only Ridley could hear.

  Without taking his gaze from Ridley, Alex poured another shot and gulped it down. He wasn’t sure which was having the greater effect on him, the bourbon or the dance, but heat surged through him pleasantly and he liked it.

  Finally, Ridley pushed down his jeans a little, first the lighter skin of his ass visible and then the top of his crack. “Commando, huh? I fucking love that,” Alex murmured.

  Ridley looked back over his shoulder, a mischievous smirk on his face, and wiggled his ass. “That would make you the winner, huh?”

  “Damn right,” Alex growled, his arousal making his voice harsh.

  “Can’t make it that easy for you,” Ridley laughed and shoved down his jeans to expose his black boxer briefs.

  “Another thing you’re going to pay for,” Alex groaned and grudgingly snatched up the cards.

  Ridley stepped out of his jeans and kicked them aside before turning back around. Alex groaned again and his cock throbbed when he got sight of the impressive bulge straining against the cotton material of Ridley’s briefs.

  Ridley put his hands on his hips with his fingers pointing downward, framing his dick, and swayed back and forth seductively. “See something you like?”

  “Yeah,” Alex snarled and threw a card—two of clubs—on the counter. “I’m going to like it a whole lot more when I have my fist wrapped around it denying you an orgasm.”

  Ridley froze.

  THE GLINT in Alex’s eyes caused a thrill to race down Ridley’s spine and he shuddered. The movement of his gyrating hips stopped and he eased down into his chair.

  “Don’t let me stop your little teasing dance. Please continue,” Alex remarked and turned over his card without looking at it.

  Ridley downed the last of his bourbon and pushed his glass toward Alex. “No, no, that’s quite all right,” Ridley said as the booze burned all the way down to his gut. “I was getting a little parched.”

  “Mmmhmm,” Alex hummed, sounding unconvinced. He flipped another card and then refilled Ridley’s glass. “Last hand,” he pointed out.

  “Last hand if you win,” Ridley countered.

  “You lost that right. Last hand,” Alex repeated. “You win, I’ll let you come.”

  Alex flipped another card and added it to the ones in front of Ridley. He looked down to see a four, a six, and a pair of twos. Ridley’s heart started to hammer in his chest. “And if you win?”

  “You won’t.”

  Ridley studied Alex’s cards. Eight, seven, jack, and an ace. “What do you mean ‘you won’t’?” Ridley asked in confusion.

  “You won’t be coming,” Alex said curtly.

  “How the hell are you going to achieve that? He’s kind of got a mind of his own, in case you haven’t noticed.”

  Alex flipped over Ridley’s last card. The queen added nothing to his hand, but he still had a chance with the pair. Alex looked up from the cards slowly and met Ridley’s gaze, the glint in his blue eyes turning into a smoldering fire. “Fuck, I love it when you challenge me.”

  The deep, husky tone of Alex’s voice along with the look in his eyes, the hint of danger, caused Ridley’s already rapidly beating heart to race.

  Instead of flipping his last card, Alex picked up his glass and held it up. “Here’s to Lady Luck.”

  He waited until Ridley picked his up and then Alex clinked their glasses together and drank his shot in one large gulp. He slammed the glass on the counter and flipped his card.

  Ridley didn’t look right away. Instead he finished his drink, winced with the burn, and then…. Fuck! He knew by the large smile spread across Alex’s face that the man had won. Sure enough, there on the counter was the ace of hearts.

  “Well, well, well,” Alex drawled. “Looks like it’s my lucky night. Yours? Not so much.” He smirked.

  “You weren’t act
ually serious about that bet, were you?” Ridley asked disbelievingly. Alex wouldn’t actually deny him an orgasm, would he? Ridley had to admit, however, with the way his dick was pulsing and his flesh tingling, he actually was looking forward to seeing how this would play out.

  “Take off the briefs, put your hands flat on the counter, and spread your legs shoulder width apart,” Alex said in response to Ridley’s question.

  “But—”

  “Take off the briefs and get into position,” Alex interrupted. He didn’t look at Ridley. Instead he casually gathered up the cards and returned them to their box.

  Ridley hesitated as Alex then picked up the empty glasses and took them to the sink. What would Alex do if Ridley refused? Did he want to know? He’d loved how aggressive Alex had been the last time they were together; did he dare push him further? Yes, he dared, but not on this, not yet.

  Ridley stood and shoved his briefs down his legs and kicked them in the direction of his jeans.

  “Move the stool out of the way,” Alex instructed without turning around as he rinsed out the glasses.

  Jesus, the man had eyes in the back of his head. Ridley picked up the stool and set it behind the other one. Sweat blossomed on his brow, and his hands were shaking as he set them on the counter.

  Alex made him wait.

  Without looking directly at Ridley, Alex finished washing the dishes, dried them, and then returned them to the cupboard. He then picked up the bourbon and returned it as well.

  Ridley’s legs began to shake, the anticipation surging through him. Once everything was cleaned up, the counters wiped off, Alex walked out of the room. Ridley didn’t dare move. He’d learned this last time. This was Alex’s game and as long as he played along, he’d be a very, very happy, albeit sore, man come morning.

  Alex’s steps were silent, but Ridley heard the faint sound of a door opening and closing. Water ran briefly, followed by what sounded like a cabinet clicking shut. There were some additional small, muffled sounds Ridley couldn’t place. It felt as if he’d been standing there forever when Alex finally came back into the room. Ridley heard the stereo clicking on behind him. The low sounds of an unfamiliar melody filled the air. It was slow, soothing, but Ridley felt anything but calm. He was literally vibrating with excitement and a little fear, which made the thrill all the sharper, more acute. Ridley was sure it was only moments, ten at the most, before he felt Alex move up behind him. Alex didn’t touch him, but Ridley could hear him breathing, feel the heat of Alex’s body.

  Unable to stand it any longer, Ridley started to push up from the counter when a hard smack landed on his right ass cheek, making him jump.

  “Don’t move.”

  “Fuck, that smarts,” Ridley hissed.

  Another swat landed on his other cheek. “You like the burn.”

  Ridley didn’t even try to deny it. The heat spreading out from his ass, running up his back and down his legs, felt so good he moaned his response.

  “Have you ever been tied up and truly dominated?”

  “Tied up, no. Dominated? Only once,” Ridley admitted.

  “Oh, that’s right,” Alex teased. “You always thought you were the dominant one. The tough one. Makes taking control of you all that much more appealing.”

  “I wasn’t complaining last time,” Ridley pointed out. “Might have for a few days afterward but”—he shrugged—“it was worth it.”

  “I could tell,” Alex murmured and moved up closer. Alex obviously had removed his clothes while he’d been in the other room because his hard cock nudged at Ridley’s crease. Alex thrust hard against Ridley and his cock pressed snugly in Ridley’s crack, rubbing against his asshole. Ridley pressed back against it and moaned.

  Alex placed his lips next to Ridley’s ear and whispered. “I liked it too. I think I’m going to like what I have planned for tonight even more.” He nipped at Ridley’s earlobe and then stepped back.

  Ridley started to turn in protest, but his hips were grabbed in Alex’s vise-like grip and his cheeks were pulled apart. Ridley expected pain, another slap or maybe a dry finger shoved up his ass like last time, but instead what he got was a wet flick of tongue against his opening.

  “Oh yeah,” Ridley moaned and shoved back against Alex’s face.

  Alex didn’t disappoint. He licked and nipped at Ridley’s pucker, his low moans vibrating against Ridley’s flesh. Ridley tried to thrust, but with the hold Alex had on him he could only squirm, moan, and beg for more.

  “Fucking hell,” Ridley cried out when Alex suddenly shoved a finger up Ridley’s ass and bit his right cheek.

  He should have known the pain was coming, but Alex had lulled him into a false sense of safety. The unexpectedness added a zing to the pain.

  “You haven’t had anything up this ass since my cock was here, have you?” Alex asked while he corkscrewed his finger inside Ridley.

  “No,” he confessed.

  Alex stabbed his finger in and out of Ridley, twisting with each thrust, nudging Ridley’s prostate. “Not a toy?”

  “No,” Ridley said through gritted teeth.

  Alex pulled his finger out till only the tip was breaching Ridley’s opening and started moving it in a circular motion. “Not even a finger,” Alex murmured.

  “Nothing,” Ridley assured him.

  “Good. I like stretching a nice tight ass.”

  Ridley cried out again when his other cheek was bitten, but it only seemed to spur Alex on because he started fucking Ridley’s ass hard with that finger. As the wetness from Alex mouth began to dry, the friction began to burn, heating Ridley’s ass and adding another layer of pain, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

  “Chest on the counter and grab your ass checks and open yourself for me,” Alex demanded, still stabbing that finger in and out faster and faster, harder and harder.

  Pulse racing, Ridley dropped his chest to the countertop and gasped at the coldness of the stainless steel against his heated flesh. He grabbed his ass and did as Alex instructed.

  “You like being a little slut, don’t you?” Alex asked.

  “Fuck yeah,” Ridley moaned and rocked into the burn.

  “Like it raw and dirty.”

  Alex added another finger, causing Ridley to go up on tiptoes and robbing him of his voice. It hurt like hell, almost too much, and he stopped trying to push against the invading digits, instead instinctively shying away.

  Alex pressed a hand against Ridley’s lower back, his blunt fingers digging into Ridley’s flesh. “Don’t you,” Alex demanded, continuing to stab in and out of Ridley, spreading his fingers, twisting and turning them.

  “Yeah,” he got out through his clenched jaw.

  Ridley was breathing harshly, his heart hammering as the pain increased to the point where he wasn’t sure he could stand it for another second, yet his cock was hard and weeping.

  Alex shoved his fingers deep and held them inside Ridley, just barely wiggling them, tickling and teasing Ridley’s prostate. The pleasure spiked higher than the pain. “Ah damn,” Ridley moaned and tentatively started rocking his hips.

  Alex’s hand moved with him, pressed snugly against Ridley’s cheeks. “I like fucking your ass dry. Like watching you struggle to take it.”

  “Sick bastard,” Ridley grunted in token protest.

  Alex reached up between Ridley’s legs and grabbed his straining erection, pumping it a few times. “We have that in common,” he laughed.

  And what the hell was that about? Ridley damn sure couldn’t deny it. The evidence was literally in Alex’s hand. He’d never been one to be so passive, allow someone to so completely control him. However, just like the last time he’d been with Alex, he was willingly handing him the reins and loving every fucking second of it. Not only loving it, but begging for more.

  Alex squeezed Ridley’s cock and then released it to bob freely with each movement. The sensation caused Ridley to hump harder, looking for more friction, even though it caused the pain to flare in his
ass. He simply couldn’t not move.

  “Don’t want to damage you too much,” Alex commented and then something cold and wet hit Ridley’s ass, making him gasp. “Not yet anyway.” He chuckled wickedly.

  Ridley didn’t even comment, the slick slip and slide of Alex fingers in and out of Ridley’s ass capturing his focus. Alex had obviously squeezed out some lube, which he was working into Ridley, making him thrust even harder as the uncomfortable sensation gave way to pure pleasure.

  “You want more?”

  “Uh-huh,” Ridley muttered and humped harder. His sweat-slick chest slid along the counter as easily as Alex’s fingers were sliding in Ridley’s ass.

  Ridley released his ass, planning on grabbing the edge of the counter to give more leverage to his thrusts, but he quickly aborted the plan when a hard slap landed on his cheek.

  “Hands on your ass,” Alex demanded.

  Ridley instantly did as he was instructed without question.

  “I want to watch this.”

  Ridley didn’t need to ask what this was. He knew what Alex had in mind when another finger was added to his ass. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Alex groaned.

  “Burns like hell,” Ridley complained.

  “You like the burn,” Alex countered. “In fact, I would wager you’re wondering if you could take another one.”

  “Not at the moment,” Ridley hissed as Alex continued thrusting those fat fingers in his ass. He knew he couldn’t take another—just two fingers hurt like a son of a bitch, stretching, burning—but still Ridley continued to move against each movement and his cock was still hard as nails. Oh yeah, he was a sick bastard all right.

  Thankfully, Alex didn’t add another finger, but rather started a fast, even rhythm of fucking Ridley’s ass. He also started nibbling and sucking the fingers on Ridley’s right hand and then the left, tracing each digit with his tongue.

  Once again Ridley allowed himself to be lulled into a false sense of complacency, enjoying the pleasure of Alex’s slick fingers, the warmth of his mouth, and tickling sensation of his tongue. A knot formed at the base of his spine, his orgasm beginning to build.