Tarot's Touch

by L. M. Somerton

  Alex grinned then ducked his head and took Conor’s cock into his mouth. He sucked and teased at the leaking slit with the tip of his tongue, all the while maintaining eye contact. Conor pulled hard at his restraints and bucked his hips toward Alex’s mouth.

  Alex sat back and smiled down at his victim. “You’re desperate to be taken, aren’t you, love? All in good time.”

  Conor’s whimpers of distress got louder as Alex abandoned his cock and bit at the insides of his thighs. Every muscle tightened as Alex trailed his tongue across Conor’s flat belly, then across his abs and around the wicked clamps compressing dark nipples. Alex blew a stream of warm air from one nipple to the other. To his satisfaction, Conor cried out. His lover’s hips rose and his back arched as he urgently sought more contact.

  “Don’t you dare come, Conor,” Alex whispered. “Not until I tell you.” He shuffled forward on his knees until he straddled Conor’s head, brushing Conor’s parted lips with his cock but not allowing him any more than a taste.

  Conor reached for him with a questing tongue, but Alex denied him, teasing him with brief touches, nothing more.

  “Hmm, think I’d rather have another taste of you.” He retreated back down Conor’s body and licked along the length of his cock then the base of his balls, pushing against the leather cock ring with his tongue.

  “Fuck! Stop teasing!” Conor bucked against his restraints. “Please! I need you, Sir!”

  “Need me for what?” Alex knelt up and looked contemplatively at his victim.

  “Need you in me. Please!”

  “I love it when you beg.” Alex clambered from the bed and stripped off his clothes. He took his time releasing Conor’s ankles.

  “Bend your legs.” He tapped a knee, and Conor obeyed. Alex planted a teasing kiss on the end of Conor’s cock. “That’s good, but you still don’t get to come. Not yet.”

  Conor huffed in frustration. “When then? I’m dying here.”

  Alex grabbed the lube from the top of the dresser and rolled the bottle between his hands, warming it a little.

  “Stop playing with that and do something useful with it!”

  “I think my baby’s getting a little antsy.” Alex smiled and unscrewed the bottle cap slowly.

  “I’m going to hurt you if you don’t get on with it!” Conor snapped. “That fucking bottle’s getting screwed more than me.”

  “Oh my, you really do need to learn some manners, don’t you?”

  Alex coated two fingers in the slick substance and knelt once again between Conor’s spread legs. Without hesitation, he pushed both fingers deep inside Conor’s body and scissored them.

  “Mmm,” Alex hummed. “Nice and tight.”

  Conor’s response was incoherent. With more care, Alex added a third finger, then fucked Conor’s channel ruthlessly. Conor’s moans deepened when Alex curled his fingers up and stroked his prostate, hitting the center of his pleasure time and time again. With his free hand, Alex squeezed the cock ring, denying Conor any chance of coming. His lover’s entire body trembled as Alex kept him hovering on the edge of release.

  Judging that Conor was stretched and ready, Alex withdrew his fingers and edged farther forward. He got himself ready, holding himself in check with some difficulty as he coated his iron dick with lube.

  “How do you want me, beautiful?” He positioned himself and paused. Conor’s body was tense with need and anticipation.

  “Hard!”

  Alex thrust forward into tight heat, his movement punishingly fierce. He knew he wasn’t going to last, not when claiming his lover was this good, this intense.

  “So tight, love. So hot.” The squeeze of Conor’s inner muscles drew him in deeper. “Can’t hold back,” he gasped, his body going taut as his orgasm hit in a wave.

  Somehow, Alex found the presence of mind to unsnap the cock ring and grip Conor’s hot shaft.

  “Come, love!”

  It amazed him that Conor had managed to wait for permission. As Conor came, his inner muscles squeezed the last few drops of cum from Alex while he rode the wave of pleasure.

  Alex collapsed onto Conor, utterly spent, smearing warm seed across Conor’s belly and chest.

  “Conor? You okay?”

  Conor laughed breathlessly. “I think I died and went to heaven.”

  Alex smirked and idly stroked Conor’s chest, running his fingers through flecks of cream. His finger scraped the nipple chain, and Conor hissed. Alex didn’t apologize. The touch had been anything but accidental. With a wicked grin, he released one clamp, and, as Conor gasped and squirmed, Alex replaced cruel metal with a soothing suck. The other clamp followed and he enjoyed the salty tang on his tongue as Conor bucked beneath him.

  “Fuck that hurts!”

  “In a good way, though. You love it.”

  “Maybe,” Conor admitted.

  “Definitely.” Alex traced taut arm muscles with a damp finger before releasing Conor’s wrists from their restraints. He unbuckled the leather cuffs and massaged the reddened skin beneath.

  “Thank you,” Alex spoke softly.

  “For what?” Conor stretched and curled against Alex’s body.

  “For letting me…do this with you.” Alex felt a sudden fierce surge of protectiveness and wrapped his arms tightly around Conor’s body. “Mine.”

  “Mmm. Yours.” Conor pressed against him. “And that means you get to do whatever you want to.”

  “But it must be good for you too… Are you sure…?”

  “You know I am.” Conor’s voice was steady and certain. “I want to please you, of course I do, but this is what I need too.” He snuggled closer. “I love being tied down but I miss being able to touch all your silky skin.”

  “Well you can touch all you like now, though we are both a bit sticky.”

  Conor applied a tender kiss to Alex’s neck. “Did you mean it earlier when you said you’d use a cane on me?”

  Alex thought he detected a slight tremble in Conor’s voice. “I didn’t scare you, did I? I’d never use it without your permission.” Alex frowned. “Whatever we do has to be good for both of us. You enjoy my hand on you, don’t you?”

  “Oh yes! I wasn’t frightened—it felt exciting. Maybe we could try some time…?” He hid his face in the curve of Alex’s neck.

  Alex could feel the heat coming from Conor’s skin. He grinned wolfishly. “Definitely. But when we both want it.”

  He extracted himself from Conor’s grip and clambered off the bed. He wandered to the bathroom and fetched a warm washcloth to clean them both up with. Once he was sure that Conor was clean and dry, he returned to bed and wrapped himself protectively around his lover. He stroked the leather collar around Conor’s slender neck.

  “This looks so good on you.”

  “Alex…?”

  “No. I’m not going to take it off.”

  Conor sighed happily and snuggled closer. The collar would stay until morning.

  Chapter Seven

  Conor woke before the alarm, his inner clock prodding him in to consciousness exactly two minutes before Radio 2 on high volume disturbed the peace. He stabbed blindly at the clock radio until he made contact with the off button, because it was far too early to open his eyes. Safe in the knowledge that he would not have to face the nerve-jangling sound of a ridiculously cheerful DJ or the pre-dawn torment of some God-awful boy band, Conor snuggled back against Alex’s warm body. They fitted together perfectly. The three inches of extra height that Alex possessed meant that he could spoon behind Conor so flawlessly that they were like two interlocking pieces of a living jigsaw puzzle.

  Alex’s cock had woken before its owner because Conor felt the insistent pressure of the determined member as it probed at his arse crack.

  Jesus, even his fucking dick is Dominant! Conor did a mental eye roll. He was aware of several sensations that contributed to making it a very good start to the day. Quite apart from the fact that Alex seemed to have a completely independent body part
that wanted its wicked way with him, he could still feel the dull ache of the previous night’s exertions. He shifted carefully, wanting to give Alex a few more minutes rest and to let himself enjoy the physical memory of Alex deep inside him. The hug of leather around his neck was another reminder. Idly, he wondered how it would feel to be permanently collared.

  Hmm, not sure I’d want that. Half the pleasure comes from Alex putting it on me. His cock hardened at the thought and he suppressed a chuckle. Apparently my body likes submitting to Alex as much as my mind.

  “Stop thinking and find the lube.” Alex’s voice was early morning rough and very sexy.

  Conor snickered. “And a good morning to you too.”

  “I’m awake. I’m hard. You can’t expect me to be cheerful as well?”

  The sensation of Alex snaking a hand around his waist had Conor holding his breath. Alex used a knee to shove his thighs apart, granting better access to Conor’s balls.

  “Mmm. These feel good. Hot and heavy.”

  All the breath Conor had been holding escaped in a rush as Alex fondled him roughly.

  “Christ!” The word came out as an unmanly squeak.

  “Lube. Now.”

  “Under your pillow!”

  “Oh…” Alex cursed and fumbled beneath his pillow. “Got it!” He sounded jubilant. Seconds later, he pressed a slick finger into Conor’s hole.

  “More!” Conor pushed back hard.

  “Pushy brat.”

  From the stretch and burn that followed, Alex had gone from one finger straight to three. Conor writhed as his lover found his prostate and gave it some attention.

  “Please, Alex… Need you in me!”

  Alex withdrew his fingers, leaving Conor aching and empty. He had no time to mourn the loss as fingers were replaced with the blunt head of Alex’s fat cock. Without hesitation, Alex pushed forward in one smooth motion.

  “Yes!” Conor gasped as Alex drove deep, filling him completely. “Not gonna last…”

  “Me. Either.” Alex rolled them both over until his weight pressed Conor into the mattress. “Hands and knees. Now.”

  He lifted his body to allow Conor to change position. Conor struggled up, limbs shaking. He rested his forehead and arms on the bed and stuck his arse in the air. Alex gripped his hips and thrust into him repeatedly. Conor pushed back to meet each penetration, relishing the savagery. Alex reached beneath their bodies and gave Conor’s cock a firm tug. He screamed and came, hot and hard onto the sheets. Alex’s arm around his waist held him steady as Conor’s limbs turned to jelly and little stars flashed in front of his eyes. One more thrust, then two, and the heat of Alex’s cum flooded Conor’s channel. Conor was relieved that Alex still had the presence of mind to lower him gently to the bed rather than dropping him. Still joined, Alex’s weight pressed him down.

  Though Conor loved the feeling of Alex on top of him, it was getting hard to breathe. He shoved his arse up a little.

  “My lungs are collapsing, love.”

  Alex grunted and rolled to one side. “I like you under me.”

  “Believe me. I like being under you. I also enjoy breathing.”

  Alex chuckled. “Are you saying I’m fat?”

  “On what scale are we talking here? Nicely chubby or hippopotamus enormous?” There wasn’t an ounce of fat anywhere on Alex’s muscled frame, but it was fun to tease him.

  “Why, you cheeky…”

  Conor scrambled out of bed as Alex grabbed for him. He went to the en suite and ran the hot water over a soft flannel before returning to Alex with his peace offering. Alex narrowed his eyes but took the cloth.

  “Turn around. I’ll clean you up.” Alex swiveled up and sat on the edge of the bed as Conor turned around.

  “I made you nice and sticky.” Alex applied the flannel with gentle swipes. “Much as I’d like to plug my cum inside you for the day, it wouldn’t be comfortable for running and I think you need a good work out this morning.”

  Conor groaned. “You’ve worn me out already.” He retrieved the flannel then returned it to the bathroom sink.

  “If I had, you wouldn’t have the energy to cheek me. Now get on your knees.”

  Conor took a couple of steps forward and dropped to his knees with a glare.

  “You don’t have to be all Dommy now. You know that, don’t you?”

  “Dommy? What kind of word is that? And being Dominant”—he pronounced the word with precision—“is not something I can turn off.”

  As Alex unbuckled the collar around his neck, Conor looked up at him through his lashes. “Do you wish you could leave it on?”

  Alex fingered the leather. “Sometimes. But I enjoy the look on your face when I strap it around your neck. A lot.”

  “And how exactly do I look?”

  “Resistant. Defiant. Fucking hot.”

  Conor didn’t quite know how to respond to that, so he didn’t say anything. He stood and crossed the room to the dresser. He pulled underwear and his running kit from the drawers then dressed after tossing a set of clothes to Alex. He avoided looking at his lover, though he could feel Alex’s smirk without having to see it.

  Conor hopped around, pulling on his socks. Alex patted the bed next to where he was sitting.

  “Come here.”

  Conor sat next to him with a sigh and bent to tie his running shoes. Alex rubbed slow circles into the small of his back.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. Well… Oh I don’t know. Does it bother you that we don’t live the lifestyle twenty-four-seven?”

  “I’ve never asked you for that, Conor.” Alex continued to rub in gentle motions.

  Conor leaned against Alex’s solid frame. “Am I enough for you?”

  Alex stilled. “Since we met… Since the first time I laid eyes on you, there has never been a doubt in my mind that you are all that I will ever want or need, love.”

  “Oh… I…” Conor fumbled over his words.

  “What we have between us is perfect. I’m not interested in turning you into a submissive slave and I don’t need you on your knees to feel in control. I can’t pretend that I don’t want you submissive in the bedroom, because I do, and it’s likely that I’ll be more than a little ‘Dommy’ with you when we’re alone.”

  Conor sighed and rested his head on Alex’s shoulder.

  “But if you ever decide that vanilla is your flavor, all you have to do is say so.”

  “I think vanilla will always be a little bland for me.”

  Alex chuckled. “Well I’ll be happy to bring plenty of spice into your life. Now are we through discussing feelings, because I think I’ve reached my sensitivity quota for the day… Well, the year?”

  “Yes, we’re done.”

  “Good. Now are we going to run or not? It’s going to have to be a couple of quick circuits around the park.”

  Conor stood and stretched. “Sure. If I beat you round, can I spank your arse tonight?”

  Alex snorted. “You never win, but even if you do, your prize is to be bent over my lap this evening.”

  “And if I lose?”

  “I’m pretty certain the consolation prize will be remarkably similar.”

  Quickly, they both finished getting ready, donning caps to protect them from the weather then headed out. It was a gray, damp morning. The air was filled with the kind of thick drizzle that looked like nothing much but soaked through clothes tenaciously. Conor took the lead and trotted slowly along the quiet cul-de-sac. It was still early and though most houses had lights on, outside there were few people around. As his muscles warmed, Conor lengthened his stride and turned into the main road that went directly toward the park. It was less than half a mile to the edge of the park and there was a purpose built jogging track that followed its border. He and Alex ran there on the mornings that they could squeeze it in before work.

  As the pavement widened, Alex pulled alongside him and matched his stride perfectly.

  “I like the wet T-shir
t look on you.”

  “Oh you do? It doesn’t feel so good.” The wet fabric was cold and uncomfortable.

  “You should have worn something thicker.”

  “I didn’t even realize it was raining until we got outside. Still, I’d rather be wearing a clingy shirt than have my shorts stuck to me.”

  Alex snorted. “Stop looking at my shorts and watch where you’re going.”

  Conor slowed and checked the main road before jogging across into the park.

  Two quick laps took about twenty minutes. It felt good to stretch and take in the fresh air, even if it was a bit soggy. Toward the end of the run, Alex surged past Conor and sprinted the final four hundred meters. Conor just rolled his eyes and maintained a steadier pace. When he caught up, Alex was bent over, hands on his thighs, taking deep gulps of air.

  “You just have to be first, don’t you? Every time.” Conor did a few stretches then wandered over to the public fountain. They still had to jog the half-mile home so he took a few quick swallows. Alex nudged him out of the way and had a drink as well.

  “You know me. I take great pleasure from beating your arse as often as possible.” He gave Conor a gentle smack on his behind.

  “Of course, that doesn’t have much to do with running.”

  “Comedian.”

  “Stop talking and start running or we are going to be late to work.” Alex grinned then shot off down the road at full tilt.

  Conor cursed and set off after him, thighs and calves burning with the effort. He spent a few happy minutes admiring Alex’s arse as he ran in front of him, then overtook, knowing that his lead wouldn’t last long. When they got to the turning into their road, Alex accelerated and took the front spot again, leaving Conor standing.

  Alex’s house sat on a very quiet road and it was because of this that Conor noticed the car behind him as he took the final turn. It seemed to be idling, maybe looking for a particular house. He thought about stopping and offering to help, but they had to get to work. Alex was already waiting on the front path. Conor jogged toward him, smiling as Alex waved.

  “What is he doing?” Conor muttered.

  Alex’s waves were getting more frantic. He was gesturing down the road. Belatedly, Conor became aware of the sound of an engine revving behind him, far too close. Time seemed to slow. He caught sight of the car out of the corner of his eye, heard it accelerating. It headed straight for him. He saw Alex’s expression turn to horror. Conor threw himself sideways, knowing that there was no way he would be able to get far enough away from the speeding vehicle. There was an instant of blinding pain—the world turned upside down, then everything went black.