Rub Me Raw [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations ManLove)

by Tymber Dalton

  Fortunately, he hadn’t unpacked a lot of knickknacks, or even all of his kitchen stuff. Knowing it was going to be a temporary stay, he’d brought most of his kitchen items, but left them boxed up in the spare bedroom, accessible in case he needed something.

  “Yeah. It’ll be a tight fit, but we can cram it in there.”

  “That’s what she said,” Lara teased, making Brad laugh.

  They’d completely emptied the apartment just as dusk was setting in. Moving Victor into Simon’s townhouse went even faster, because Brad was able to back the trailer right up to the doorway, and they didn’t have to haul the furniture inside, just his clothes and bathroom stuff, and the stuff from his fridge.

  The rest went into the garage, and he could sort it out later.

  As they all sat around eating pizza once the moving was finished, Victor held up his soda in a toast. “You all have no idea how much I appreciate this. I don’t even mind if you tease me for being a wuss.”

  “I won’t be teasing you,” Simon said, a scowl darkening his features. “Because I was there and I saw it, too.”

  Lara shivered. “I don’t know if it was knowing what happened, or a legitimate feeling, but yeah. That spare bedroom gave me the willies.”

  They looked at Brad and Wylie.

  Wylie shrugged. “I got nothin’, sorry. But then again, I spent the first several nights in my house living in a Dexter kill room lined with plastic because I was terrified of bugs. So I’m not throwing any stones at houses, glass or otherwise.”

  “Me, either,” Brad said. “But I’m not going to pick on you. If you think you saw it, I believe you.”

  “I feel bad for June,” Wylie said. “I had no clue they were going through that, them finding the guy’s remains. They’ve never said a word about it, that I’ve heard.”

  “And we should keep it that way,” Brad said. “If they wanted to talk about it, they would.”

  “Makes me shift my life into perspective, that’s for sure.” Victor sipped his soda. “I’ve got it damn easy.”

  Simon reached out and patted him on the thigh.

  Once everyone cleared out, leaving them alone, Victor helped Simon clean up the remains from dinner.

  “Sorry this was so chaotic. And that I’m basically invading your space.”

  Simon rinsed the soap off his hands and turned to face him. “Please don’t apologize. I can’t deny that while this was unexpected, I’m not unhappy about it.”

  “You’re not?”

  “Look, seriously. Even if we don’t work out, I can be roommates with you for a few months. I know we haven’t been together that long, but if I could put up with Greg, you’ll be a walk in the park.”

  Victor drew him in, his arms around Simon’s waist. “Even though I’m not a morning person?”

  “I’m not a morning person by choice, trust me. I sleep late on weekends.”

  “Then I guess I should let you out of your promise to cook me breakfast this weekend.”

  “Nope. That was my choice.” He untangled himself from Victor so he could finish rinsing the dishes off. “Although please don’t expect that every weekend.” He smiled. “My coffeepot has a timer on it. I can have your coffee waiting for you in the morning without having to get up and pour it.”

  Victor stepped behind him and wrapped his arms around him again, nibbling on the nape of his neck. “I guess I could settle for that. Although the weekday morning shower sex could spoil me pretty quickly.”

  * * * *

  Simon felt Victor’s cock starting to stiffen, pressing against the seam of his ass through their shorts.

  His own stiffened in reply.

  It felt nice to feel desired again, desired for who he was, not for wank fantasies of him.

  He wiggled his ass against Victor. “If that’s what it takes to get you moving in the mornings, I’m sure I could be persuaded to oblige on a regular basis.” He tipped his head back and batted his eyelashes at Victor. “Isn’t that what a good submissive should do?”

  He didn’t understand Victor’s scowl. “I’m not going to force you to be my submissive, Simon.” He released him and stepped back.

  Simon finished rinsing the last dish and stuck it into the dishwasher, closing and starting it before he turned.

  “I was kidding. Sort of.”

  “We haven’t even played yet. I’m not going to lay down arbitrary protocols for you before you even know if you want to do that.”

  “I like kinky stuff. I just want to make sure I’m the only one you want.”

  “Liking kinky stuff is fine. That doesn’t mean you have to be my submissive if you’re not feeling it.”

  “I know this is going to be a make-or-break kind of thing for us. I’d rather sort it out sooner.” He found he couldn’t stare into Victor’s eyes and say the next part. “Before I fall more deeply in love with you than I already am. Scary deep. Even though I know we should go slow, I can’t help feeling like that.”

  Victor gently tipped Simon’s chin, making him look him in the eyes. “You are?”

  “Yeah. And if that freaks you out, I’m sorry. But I’m not going to lie to you and say oh, hey, sex only, sure, fine. When Greg and I got together, the sex was amazing. Mind-blowing. But even in the best times, I never felt the connection to him that I already feel with you. Not just sex. Look how you and I can lose hours of time while sitting and talking. Or we can curl up and watch TV. I don’t feel…lonely. And you obviously aren’t preoccupied with your image like he was. You’re real. You’re natural. I feel at ease around you.”

  Victor’s gaze seemed to search his face for a long moment before he finally spoke, his voice soft. “I love that you introduce me to people as your boyfriend, without any hesitation.”

  “Why wouldn’t I?”

  “You have your emotional baggage, and I have mine.” Victor licked his lips. “I really hope living together works out.”

  “You do?”

  “Yeah.” He leaned in and kissed him, that same volcanically sexy kind of sweet kiss like Victor had laid on him that first night they’d slept together. “Because I’m already falling deeply in love with you, too.”

  * * * *

  It scared Victor to admit that.

  Terrified him.

  As in, he almost would have rather spent another night in that apartment kind of scared.

  Almost.

  It made him vulnerable and laid him bare to this man in a way he knew could get his heart broken again.

  And he didn’t even know if Simon would want to be with him long-term.

  “Then we should go with this for now, right?” Simon asked.

  “Informally. You don’t have to call me ‘Sir.’ We’ll ease into things. It’s too late and I’m too exhausted to think about playing tonight. Oh, do you have anything that needs to go to the cleaners? I need to drop my suits off there in the morning.”

  He didn’t understand why Simon tipped his head like that. “Cleaners?”

  “Yeah. You know, laundry.”

  “You don’t want me to do it for you?”

  “I’m an adult. I can do my own laundry. In fact, I have a load of whites I need to run, if you want to add anything to it. If you’ll show me where your machine is, I’ll do it.”

  He wasn’t expecting it when Simon grabbed him, pulled him in, and kissed him, hard. He ground his hips against Victor’s.

  “If you don’t get that cock into me right now,” Simon rumbled against Victor’s lips, “I’ll never forgive you.”

  Victor didn’t understand this, but since his cock had decided the answer to that request was a resounding hell, yes, please, he didn’t question it, either.

  Later.

  “Lube,” Victor said. “And condoms.”

  “Upstairs.”

  Simon grabbed his hand and practically dragged Victor up the stairs to his bedroom. He was shoving down his shorts and briefs as he ran over to the bedside table. After yanking open the drawer and grabbi
ng the items, he flung himself onto the edge of the bed, in between the suitcases and bags of clothes, and held his legs back and wide open. He didn’t even bother to take his shirt off. Between his legs, Simon’s hard cock bobbed, rigid, a drop of pre-cum leaking from the head.

  Okay then.

  Victor pushed his shorts and briefs down far enough to roll the condom on. Then he lubed it, and Simon’s hole, wiping his hand on Simon’s shirt before lining the head of his cock up with Simon’s rim and shoving home.

  “Yes!” Simon gasped, his eyes closing.

  Victor fell onto him, his arms braced on either side of Simon’s head as he started fucking him.

  “Harder!”

  Victor crushed Simon’s lips with a kiss as he pounded his ass, not bothering to hold back, giving him a taste of what the Dom side of him was like as he did nothing but think about his own pleasure. As soon as he felt his orgasm start, he reached down, slicked pre-cum over Simon’s shaft, and jacked his cock.

  He came after two pumps, his hot juices coating Victor’s hand and getting smeared between them and their shirts.

  Simon let go of his legs, wrapping them and his arms around Victor, their kiss morphing into a tender, loving exploration.

  Victor finally lifted his head. “Um…not a complaint, buuuut…explanation?”

  Simon smiled. “Greg never offered to do my laundry, much less take my stuff to the cleaners. Ever.”

  “Ah.” He leaned in and sucked on Simon’s lower lip. “Sooo…if I was to, say, tell you I was going to do the dishes…” He nibbled along Simon’s jaw to his ear, amused to feel the other man’s cock twitch between them.

  “Fuuuck…”

  Victor pressed his lips against Simon’s ear. “I’m gonna dust the shit out of your entertainment center tomorrow night.”

  A soft whine escaped Simon and, sure enough, his cock hardened.

  Victor pulled out, not even worrying about the bedding at this point, and dropped to his knees on the floor between Simon’s thighs.

  “Hands behind your head.”

  Simon complied.

  Victor took Simon’s cock in his hand and licked from head to root. “The next night, I’m going to scrub the bathroom.” He engulfed Simon’s cock and went down on him.

  “Fuck…fuck…fuck!”

  Okay, this wasn’t the silliest thing he’d ever done as a Dom, but Victor would be lying if he said it wasn’t turning him on, too, or turning his Dom crank.

  It absolutely was.

  Simon was firmly under his control at that moment without even realizing it. Trusting him, responding to him.

  And if it took cleaning to melt his guy’s gooey center, by god, he’d fucking clean the motherfucking hell out of that townhouse.

  * * * *

  If Simon really wanted to catalog all of his real-life hot, non-vanilla sexual experiences, he knew he could write some world-class filthy stuff.

  Nothing compared to this man’s mouth, especially after having effortlessly unlocked every damn door inside his soul and swinging them wide open.

  Victor’s gaze never left Simon’s face as he slowly worked his mouth and tongue up and down Simon’s shaft, playing with his balls with his other hand.

  Then one finger, followed by a second, slid into his freshly fucked ass, found his gland, and pressed.

  It felt like a supernova went off. Under threat of death he couldn’t have held the climax back. Victor went deep, sucking down and swallowing every drop of cum even as he massaged Simon’s prostate, milking him, keeping the orgasm lasting longer than any he’d ever felt before.

  Finally, Victor’s mouth and finger stilled.

  He winked at Simon.

  Simon didn’t know where the laughter came from, but it rolled out of him as hard and deep as any he could remember…

  Aaannnd that’s when he farted.

  Mortified, he winced. “Oh, man. Sorry.”

  Victor, fortunately, had been in the process of standing and sliding his fingers out of Simon’s ass. Simon couldn’t read his expression for a moment, until Victor also started laughing. Loud, deep guffaws, and he finally bent over, his hands on his knees as he tried to recover.

  Simon sat up. “Um…happy housewarming?”

  That made things worse, Victor now crying, he was laughing so hard. He finally braced himself against Simon as he snorted and laughed and sniffled back tears and managed to get himself under control.

  He kissed Simon. “Okay. Shower, then you can strip the bed and change the sheets while I start a load of whites. Normally I’d help, but I think that’s appropriate punishment for nearly farting in my face.”

  Simon grinned. “I think you’re letting me off easy.”

  “So do I, but you’re worth it.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Simon felt practically giddy all day Friday. Tonight, Victor was going to give him an introductory taste of how he played, enough to let Simon digest and ask questions before tomorrow night’s heavy play session.

  He couldn’t wait.

  Even better, the master bedroom didn’t back against a neighboring unit, meaning they could make a lot of noise without freaking anyone out or getting a visit from a sheriff’s deputy for the noise.

  They weren’t going to go to Sigalo’s Saturday night, either. They wanted to spend that time alone, working things out.

  So on his way home from work, Simon made sure to go grocery shopping and got everything they’d need for the whole weekend. That way, they wouldn’t have to leave for anything, except for Victor going to work.

  When Victor arrived home from work, Simon greeted him at the door with a long, deep kiss. “Hey.”

  Victor reached up and grabbed a fistful of hair, tipping Simon’s head back to kiss him again.

  “Hey,” he said, sounding a little hoarse. “You think you’re ready to handle me?”

  “I know I am. Don’t hold back.”

  “Tonight, yeah, I will. We can go slow. I’d rather go slow than burn you out.”

  “Then what do you want me to do first?”

  “Honestly?”

  “Yeah.”

  Victor smiled. “Strip.” He released his grip on Simon’s hair and pointed at the floor in front of him. “And kneel.”

  Simon’s gaze never left Victor’s as he shucked his shorts and briefs and did just that, looking up at him.

  Victor peeled off his blazer and draped it over the back of the couch. “Yeah,” he said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt cuffs and rolling up his sleeves. “Exactly like that, baby.”

  Simon noticed his cock was hard, throbbing, aching, and he hadn’t even realized when it got that way.

  The corner of Victor’s mouth curled up in a smile. “Yeah, that’s fine, baby. A nice hard cock looks good on you. I’m going to train you to get hard any time you even think about me spanking you.”

  He loosened his tie. “When I come home tomorrow night, I’ll text you when I’m a few minutes out. I expect to open the door to your sweet self kneeling right there, like this. Understood?”

  “Yeah.”

  He leaned in and used one finger to tip Simon’s chin up. “Yes, Victor.”

  “Yes, Victor.”

  He sucked in a sharp breath. “Oooh, yeah. I know there are some bad triggers for you, so I’m not going to make you call me sir. You decide you want to, then that’s fine. For now, instead of saying sir, you say my name. Understand?”

  It felt like there wasn’t enough air in the room, like Victor seemed to grow and swell before him. “Yes, Victor.”

  And every time he said it, his cock twitched, needy.

  When had he ever felt this horny?

  Never.

  “That’s right, baby.” He pulled his tie off over his head and then walked behind Simon. “Hands behind you.”

  Simon’s heart raced as he obeyed and immediately felt Victor loop the tie around his wrists and snug it tight. He knew he could easily get free if he wanted to…

  But he
didn’t want to. And that was the whole point.

  “Is dinner ready, baby?”

  “Yes, Victor.”

  Victor held the tie like a leash, gently tugging. “Stand.”

  He did.

  Victor guided him around the couch, sat in the middle, then patted his lap. “Welcome home spanking first. Facedown, head to my left.”

  Trying to get into the position Victor wanted him to without falling on his face was difficult and awkward without the use of his arms.

  He belatedly realized that was the point.

  But once Simon was where Victor wanted him, Victor kept the tie knotted around his left hand and stroked Simon’s ass with his right.

  “This will be quick and relatively easy,” he said. “And there will be a lot of days I don’t spank you automatically when I get home. But if I’m feeling frisky, you can almost guarantee you’ll get a spanking.”

  And said spanking commenced.

  This wasn’t the light swat on the ass he’d given Simon a few times during sex, either.

  This was a spanking.

  And by the time Victor stopped spanking him, Simon’s ass felt hot, red, stinging.

  And a steady stream of pre-cum was leaking from the end of his cock.

  “Glad you have slipcovers on this couch, baby,” Victor teased as he stroked Simon’s ass. “That’s a beautiful shade of pink right there. Tomorrow night it’ll be a nice, toasty red, once I’ve put a couple of paddles to it.”

  Nothing existed outside this moment. No one existed.

  Just Victor.

  He loosened the tie and removed it from Simon’s wrists, then playfully draped it over Simon’s head. “You can hold that for me for now,” he said, smiling. “Next time I wear that to work, I want to remember this moment.”

  He helped Simon up and they headed into the kitchen to eat. Simon served Victor his food first, then sat at the table on his right, as instructed.

  “Go ahead and eat, baby.”

  He felt…fuzzy. In a good way. Like a nice beer buzz without drinking any. “Is this subspace?”

  “Might be.” He studied Simon. “You never felt it before?”