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Rim Job
by Delilah Storm
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Erotica/Romance
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Torquere Press
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Copyright ©2011 by Delilah Storm
First published in www.torquerepress.com, 2011
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Rim Job
By Delilah Storm
To my family, who I love most of all. Without you, there wouldn't be a me.
Jesse sized up the dance floor with a dubious eye. There was nothing new. Nothing interesting. Nothing sparking. It was the same old thing as last time, and the same as the time before that. Jesse sighed deeply, disappointed and uninterested in the spectacle before him. He was bored.
Jesse looked around the room again. The bodies that thrashed and gyrated to the hard, driving music were beautiful. At least half of them seemed to be only half clothed, and the other half were clothed in things that left very little to the imagination.
For a moment, a very brief moment, Jesse considered picking up one of the little twinks who were eyeing him like the hot stud Jesse knew he was. There was no point in denying the truth, and Jesse saw little benefit in false modesty.
Jesse knew he had it, and he knew that everyone else wanted it. At nearly six foot four, with thick, wavy brown hair, hazel eyes that sparkled with mischief and a chiseled, bronzed body he worked hard to maintain, Jesse knew he was extremely good-looking. He'd been told this often enough by the people around him, and Jesse was self-aware enough to know it was true. But he never flouted his advantages. There was no need. Jesse worked hard and had earned both his reputation and his body, so it was enough that these assets helped to attract the partners that he'd craved in the past. As horny as he was, though, Jesse knew that picking up the same old thing would change nothing.
Jesse would still be bored. While he wouldn't admit it to the other tops, lest they see Jesse as weak, Jesse yearned for a cute little sub of his own. Someone permanent whom Jesse could mold and train, and who would fit into Jesse's life the way he dreamed they would. A sub who wanted to be with Jesse for who Jesse was, what he could make the sub feel, not what Jesse possessed or could buy. That was Jesse's secret desire that he kept close to his heart, but so far, no one he'd met fit the bill; and Jesse had looked hard.
Jesse was the type of person who was led by his heart. So far, no one had been able to make Jesse feel more than a passing interest in the brief moments that they shared, but Jesse always held out hope for that one special someone that could make his life whole.
Jesse's gaze raked the crowd one more time, trying to decide if there was anyone in the club whom he felt drawn to enough to approach before he called it another unsuccessful night and returned to his large, lonely home. A movement by the stairs caught his eye. Jesse looked, and then looked again. Damn, how utterly adorable. Before anyone else could latch on to the delectable morsel that had just entered, Jesse was on the move.
The crowd seemed to part before him like a living, undulating wave, and Jesse's eyes never left the sweet treat in front of him. The young man, a boy really, if one judged by his youthful features, stood there on the edge of the last step leading down into the club, looking around with wide-eyed wonder. Standing on the step, the boy's eyes would just be level with Jesse's own eyes. The boy was petite, cute, and obviously an innocent: just the way Jesse liked them.
As Jesse moved through the crowd, he saw the boy gazing with awe and some trepidation around the dimly lit club. It was obviously the boy's first time here: perfect. Jesse loved the innocents.
Jesse watched as the boy's wide eyes took in the disconcerting scenes before him. There were subs wearing only thin strips of leather while their tops retained control of leashes or collars wrapped around their necks or cocks or attached to piercings at their nipples. The dancing was so suggestive that the crowd might as well have been fucking right on the floor in one mass orgy. Groups of subs labored en masse as they tried to attract the attention of the tops watching from the sidelines, deciding whom to play with that night. Other subs were molded so tightly to their tops, it was impossible to separate one body from the other in the dim lighting.
But no matter how suggestive it looked, fucking happened strictly in the private, members-only club area, not the common room where the unsavories, the wannabes, and the police could see. The owner was very strict about that, as Jesse well knew.
The club, Twisted, was a male-only BDSM club owned by long-time friend and fellow top, Stephan, a veritable legend on the BDSM circuit. Jesse was no slouch, but he wasn't as into the heavy chaining and whipping as Stephan was. For years, the two had played with countless subs in the private rooms at the back of the club. Jesse enjoyed bringing pleasure while Stephan focused on the pain. Between the two of them, they managed to bring every sub they had played with to the peak of their limits and beyond.
From simply one glimpse of this boy, Jesse could tell that this wasn't a sub he was willing to share with Stephan. That was fine with Jesse. He welcomed the opportunity. The morsel before him obviously deserved better than a screwing on the dance floor in front of all these jealous little wannabes. If it worked out as well as Jesse hoped, maybe this would be the boy he would take home with him, something he rarely did.
Most of the anxious twinks here didn't rate coming home with Jesse. But Jesse held on tightly to the hope that this boy would be as special as Jesse was sure he was. Maybe this boy would be the one to relieve him of his loneliness. Jesse nearly shivered with anticipation as he moved closer.
Even in the short time it took to weave through the crowd, Jesse could see the boy getting more and more anxious, more skittish as he took in the erotic, exotic, and disconcerting scenes before him.
Jesse knew he had to get there before the boy made a break for it. He also had to make sure no one else tried to snatch his prize. Jesse couldn't have that, not when he'd waited so long for his little morsel to find his way to him.
It took only another moment to reach the boy, and Jesse's eyes raked over the thin, young form. Jesse tried not to growl as he breathed deeply of the boy's fresh, clean scent that stood out from the flood of scents around them.
“Let's dance.” Jesse practically growled out the order. Jesse knew if he'd given the boy an option instead of an order, the boy would have refused and tried to make a break for it. Jesse wouldn't let that happen; he couldn't let that happen. It was important that the boy stay, so Jesse could see if the intense connection he felt ran both ways.
Jesse grabbed the boy's hand firmly and led him a few feet into the crowd. They were swallowed within the dancing horde. Without preamble, Jesse pulled the boy firmly against his body, pressing them together like they'd known each other a lot longer than five seconds.
Sighing contentedly as he laid his cheek on the top of the boy's head, Jesse took a deep breath, drawing the boy's scent deep into his own body. The boy smelled wonderful, like clean rainwater and sunshine. It was refreshing after all those other perfumed wannabes: luscious and intoxicating.
He wrapped his arms more tightly around the boy and moved gently, swaying as though they were dancing to a slow love song, not the pounding beat that was currently blasting throughout the dance floor. The boy was tense in his arms. Jesse could practically hear the wheels turning as the boy tried to think of ways to
get away from him. Jesse grinned. That just wasn't going to happen.
“My name is Jesse.” He had to shout into the boy's ear to be heard over the music. “What's yours?”
“S-Sam,” the boy stuttered nervously. How freaking cute.
Jesse chuckled and kissed the top of his beet-red ear. “It's very nice to meet you, Sam. You'd better hold on to me. Otherwise some other big, bad wolf might try to steal you away from me. We can't have that now, can we?” Jesse grinned and moved one arm to guide Sam's arms around his waist. Sam's grip was loose and understandably nervous. Jesse could feel the trembling as Sam held on.
Jesse grinned again. He couldn't help it. His normally schooled features were far more expressive right now than he liked, especially at the club, where his reputation for indifference was well known. Sam was just so adorable, it was difficult for Jesse to stop grinning, but he managed, dictating his features into as much of a blank slate as he could. It wouldn't look good for a big, bad top to act gaga over some little tart who had just wandered in, no matter how cute the little tart was.
From the dubious expressions Jesse could see as he looked down at Sam, it was obvious the boy could hardly believe the things he'd seen so far. Jesse could only imagine the look on the boy's face if he told Sam about some of the things he'd already decided they would do together. Tonight, if he had anything to say about it. And Jesse would make sure he did have something to say about it—everything to say about it.
Jesse dragged them a little deeper into the whirling mass of dancers, and Sam's arms stiffened nervously as they were squeezed from all sides. For once Jesse didn't mind the crowd pressing around him and his beautiful boy. He enjoyed showing off his prize, and the masses just served to push Sam tighter against his overheated body, something Jesse enjoyed immensely. He pulled the boy against his chest, barely acknowledging those tops around him who looked enviously at him and those wannabes who looked jealously at Sam.
Jesse danced them leisurely around for a while, never loosening his arms and never allowing anyone else to touch his morsel, to frighten him away. After several long minutes, he felt Sam shift his head slightly, looking more at those around him from within the safety of Jesse's strong arms.
Somehow, Sam seemed to know he was safe with Jesse. It was endearing and made Jesse's heart thud loudly in his massive chest. Even through his silk shirt, Jesse could feel the occasional blink from Sam's long eyelashes. The boy had phenomenal eyes: wide and bright and so innocent as they looked at the debauchery around them
There was little point in talking. The sound of the music drowned out almost everything else, and unless Jesse wanted to shout into Sam's ear, he'd just have to wait until they got off the dance floor to hold a conversation. But that was fine with Jesse. He'd rather hold Sam awhile, show him how things were going to be from now on. Show him how good it felt to be held against Jesse's muscular body. Show Sam where he belonged, right here, safe in Jesse's arms.
The longer they swayed on the dance floor, the harder Jesse's cock got. He could feel it pressing against his zipper, straining to get at the young morsel he held so tightly, teasing Jesse with Sam's body heat and incredibly inviting scent. Jesse didn't mind waiting for something worthwhile; anticipation made everything more intense.
After a long while of Sam looking at the amazing scenes flowing around them, Jesse felt Sam fidgeting against his eager body. The boy was probably hot and thirsty.
“Let's get a drink,” Jesse shouted. Again it was more of an order than a question, and he released Sam only enough to take the boy's hand as he led them from the crowded dance floor to the bar.
“I'm not really good with alcohol.” Sam leaned forward to shout in Jesse's ear as they emerged in front of the bartender.
“Good to know.” Jesse smiled, turning to practically purr in Sam's ear. He ordered two red wines. A light pinot noir to stain the kid's succulent lips, but not enough to get him drunk. Not tonight anyway... he'd save that adventure for later.
“Let's go have a seat.” Jesse nodded toward a small table at the back that had just opened up. He paid the bartender, adding a handsome tip for the prompt service. He handed Sam his wine and grabbed the boy's other hand again as he led the way. He guided the boy into the chair closest to the wall, and moved his own chair over so that the boy was practically sitting in his lap. Their thighs pressed tantalizingly against each other, making Jesse grin.
He stared openly at the boy as they sat, getting a detailed look at his sweet morsel for the first time. The boy was, unbelievably, even more adorable close up than when Jesse had first spied Sam in the doorway.
Blond, curly hair that came down around his ears and bounced energetically as the boy looked around framed an angelic, porcelain face. Sam had large, brown eyes that seemed to be trying to take in everything all at once. Doe eyes, Jesse thought immediately. They looked so innocent and unsure; they made Jesse want to do debauched and wicked things with him. Sam's mouth was a perfect Cupid's bow, with large, lush lips that begged to be kissed and nibbled, or to be wrapped around Jesse's cock. Preferably both, and soon.
A cute, pert, button nose enhanced Jesse's appreciation of the boy and finished off the innocent face with style. A lithe, petite, almost skinny body encased in unblemished, pale skin completed the naive impression that Sam gave off. Just looking at the beautiful boy made Jesse's cock harder, and he could hardly contain his eager smile.
All in all, Sam was practically perfect for Jesse in every way, and Jesse couldn't wait to sample his new prize and convince Sam that they were meant for each other.
“So what brings you to the club tonight, Little Sam?” Jesse smiled down at the nervous boy. It was much quieter over here and they could have a decent conversation without shouting themselves hoarse. Sam glanced briefly up at Jesse before taking a tiny, delaying sip of the wine.
“This is good,” Sam said, almost surprised.
“Yes, I knew you'd like it,” Jesse agreed easily, not put off in the slightest by the boy's nervousness. “You didn't answer my question.”
Sam cleared his throat before he spoke quietly. “Yeah. Well, someone mentioned this club to me, and I thought I might like to check it out, see what it's like. Just curious, I guess,” Sam said. As he spoke, he glanced up occasionally through his long, golden eyelashes as though gauging Jesse's reaction.
“You know what they say about curiosity and the cat, don't you?” Jesse chuckled. He laughed outright as startled eyes looked up at him timidly from beneath those long, alluring lashes.
“Don't worry,” Jesse hastened to add. “You're completely safe with me. Well, at least from all the other wolves here, anyway,” he amended with a knowing grin. Sam looked away hastily, obviously not certain how to respond.
“You didn't come with anyone? Your boyfriend or anyone?” Jesse continued his interrogation. He was fairly sure that Sam didn't have a boyfriend, but it never hurt to make certain. He didn't want to have to fend off some pissed-off bubba for taking Sam home and defiling that cute, innocent body again and again and again—as many times as little Sam could stand being brought to the brink of pleasure and then tossed over into the sordid depths that were forming in Jesse's very active imaginings.
It was a fairly safe bet, though. Any man worth his leather who let a succulent morsel like Sam out alone and without proper protection deserved to have him taken away. Especially in a place like this with all the hungry predators, eager to devour a tasty morsel. And Jesse was the biggest, baddest predator here when it came to someone who piqued his attention the way Sam had.
“No.” Sam shook his head quickly. “I don't have a boyfriend, now. I just wanted to see what it was like, is all.”
“Well, I'm very glad that you came tonight.” Jesse did his best not to leer, but he wasn't sure how successful he was with that. “What do you think of the club?” he asked, curious as to Sam's reaction to the things Sam had seen.
“It's kind of scary,” Sam said sheepishly, looking down at hi
s hands as they plucked at the stem of the wine glass. “I wasn't expecting...”
“Expecting what?” Jesse prompted. Damn. If the kid continued to look so adorable, Jesse would have no choice but to bend him over the table and fuck him into oblivion right here in front of everyone. He took a deep breath, trying to rein in his rampaging libido. Sam was obviously nervous, and Jesse didn't want to do anything that would frighten the boy off.
“Expecting this. It's all so much. I've never seen anything like it before.” Sam looked up at Jesse with such wide-eyed innocence, Jesse couldn't help himself. He leaned forward, capturing those pretty, pouting lips with his own. At first he kept the kiss light, not wanting to scare the skittish boy off, but he didn't give Sam a chance to reject him either.
Jesse's arm snaked around behind Sam, holding his body in place and tipping Sam's head back so Jesse could deepen the kiss. He nibbled on Sam's lower lip before pushing between those succulent lips, inserting his tongue into that warm, wet haven.
Jesse tilted Sam's head back farther as he plundered that sweet mouth. Sam tasted exquisite: sweet from the little bit of wine he'd sipped, minty from a candy or gum he'd obviously consumed earlier, and something else. Something definitely all Sam: something heady, something delicious, and something that made Jesse want to taste more of Sam over and over again.
Jesse's tongue swept inside, tangling with Sam's hesitant appendage. He caressed it, teased it, and finally drew it firmly into his own mouth to nip it and tease it more. Gods, but the boy tasted wonderfully addictive.
Sam moaned into Jesse's mouth as Jesse began to tongue-fuck his lips, a prelude to what Jesse wanted to do to the boy's ass tonight. The sound sent shivers down Jesse's body, and his groin tightened even more, his erection threatening to push through his leather pants to get to this sweet boy who was tempting him so badly.
Jesse swept inside the boy's mouth again and again, drawing more of those sweet sounds out of Sam. He was quickly becoming obsessed with those sounds and wondered what other kinds of sounds the boy would make when he fucked him through the mattress tonight.
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