He lifted his head from the pillows and stared down at Hank, who was crouched, naked, between his legs. Hank had managed to unzip Avery’s jeans and move aside his underwear without waking him.
He reached for Hank, pulling him up into his arms. “Hey,” he said hoarsely. “You’re driving me insane.”
“That’s the idea,” Hank said, grinning. The lost, broken soul revealed the night before was nowhere in evidence, except perhaps for a trace of lingering sadness in those dark eyes. “Now, shut up and kiss me.” He pulled Avery’s face to his and opened his mouth as their lips touched.
Avery responded to the kiss, involuntarily moaning against Hank as their tongues danced. After a while, he rolled over, trapping Hank beneath him. Hank brought his arms around Avery’s neck, holding him tight. Avery’s shirt had ridden up and he could feel Hank’s warm, muscular chest and the hard press of his erect cock. It felt good to have someone in his arms again, someone he was actually attracted to, rather than merely servicing as a part of his work.
His palms tingled with the memory of that spanking, his cock throbbing at the recall of Hank’s impassioned response. He hadn’t just been submitting to the punishment in order to get what he wanted. He’d responded on a visceral level in a way that told Avery everything he needed to know. Whether Hank knew it yet or not, he was submissive at his core. The Dom in Avery responded at a molecular level, his entire body thrumming with desire.
Lifting his head to break the kiss, Avery reached back. Gripping Hank’s wrists, he pressed Hank’s arms against the pillows over his head. Hank’s eyes were open and on Avery’s face. He didn’t try to pull away but just stared, his lips softly parted, his cock still rock-hard.
Power surged through Avery like wildfire, igniting his lust. He gripped Hank’s wrists tighter and lowered his head to kiss Hank’s eyelids, forcing him to close his eyes. He kissed along Hank’s cheekbone and down to the raspy curve of his stubbled jaw. Still holding Hank’s wrists against the pillows, Avery lowered his head farther and lightly bit Hank’s neck, feeling the pulse of his jugular vein with his tongue and lips. He had to actively resist the carnal, primal urge to bite the supple skin, his passion for a moment almost getting the better of him.
How far could he go with this untried boy? What were the limits of his submission? Was Avery the man to find out?
Hank shuddered and moaned softly, “Please.”
“Please what?” Avery murmured, his heart thudding with lust.
“I don’t know,” Hank gasped, sounding genuinely surprised. “I don’t know what the hell is going on. I’m supposed to be the one in control, damn it.”
Avery chuckled. “Don’t worry about whatever it is you think you’re supposed to be or do. Just experience it. Go with it.” He pulled Hank’s arms higher, stretching them taut over his head. “It’s what you need.”
“Yes,” Hank breathed, and something in his eyes nearly broke Avery’s heart. This guy was a sub—he was sure of it. All his Dom posturing was a cover to protect the damaged, frightened boy underneath.
He stared into Hank’s glittering eyes. “I’m going to let go of your wrists now, but don’t move. Keep your arms over your head and don’t try to do anything but take what I give you. Understood?” Avery waited, half-expecting Hank’s natural arrogance and swagger to reassert itself. To his excited relief, Hank just nodded and closed his eyes.
Avery let go of his wrists and shifted away to pull his clothing from his body. He tossed his things aside, pleased to note Hank still hadn’t moved. Easing down on the bed, Avery leveled his face with Hank’s groin. Hank’s cock was thick and straight, and hard as bone. Avery wrapped his hand around it, enjoying the hot pulse of blood just beneath the silky-soft skin. He ran his thumb over the slit, smearing the pre-come over the crown.
Hank moaned and made as if to rise.
Avery pressed a hand to Hank’s smooth chest. He could feel Hank’s heart thumping beneath the muscle and bone. “Don’t move,” he reminded him. “Keep your hands like that, over your head.”
Still keeping one hand over Hank’s heart, Avery lowered his head, taking the crown of Hank’s cock into his mouth. He licked the sensitive skin, moving forward until he had taken Hank’s shaft into his throat.
Hank groaned and arched his hips upward but, Avery was pleased to observe, kept his hands over his head as directed.
Avery returned his focus to his pleasurable task, sucking, licking and stroking Hank until the younger man was shaking. “Fuck,” Hank cried. “I’m going to—”
Abruptly, Avery withdrew, letting Hank’s heavy, shiny cock fall from his mouth. “No,” he said, his voice throaty with lust. “Not yet. Not until I say so.”
Hank lifted his head, his face twisted in protest. “What the fuck? I was so close. You can’t stop now.” He reached for his own cock.
Avery slapped his hand away. “I said no.”
Hank’s eyes sparked with rebellion, but before he could say another word, Avery leaned up and covered his mouth with his own. He trapped Hank’s body beneath his as he kissed him again. Their cocks were like iron bars between their bodies. Their skin was hot, hearts pounding, breath ragged.
Finally, aching with need, Avery pulled away and gasped, “Where are your condoms?”
“There. In that bowl. Lube’s in the drawer.”
A black lacquered bowl with a gold rim sat atop the night table beside the bed. It was filled with condom packets wrapped in gold and silver. Avery reached over and grabbed one. Pulling open the drawer, he found the tube of lubricant.
Hank was watching him with wide eyes, his gaze fixed on Avery’s groin. “Don’t think you’re going to fuck me. I’m a top. I do the fucking.”
“Not today,” Avery said, letting a touch of steel come through in his tone. “Today I call the shots.”
He waited for Hank to refuse. He would not force his submission. It had to be freely given.
To Avery’s amused delight, Hank only said, “I’m not sure I can handle that. What’re you, like nine inches? And it’s so thick I could barely get my mouth around it.”
Avery chuckled. “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry. I’ll go as slow as you need.” When Hank said nothing to this, Avery rolled the condom over his erection and added a dollop of lube to the tip. Lying down beside Hank, he rolled him to his side and spooned him, nestling his cock between Hank’s firm ass cheeks. He wrapped his arms tightly around Hank, who leaned back into him, his body relaxing.
Avery reached for Hank’s cock. He wanted to ram himself home but resisted, focusing instead on stroking Hank’s hard, hot shaft. He pulled back so he could get his other hand on Hank’s ass. He slipped a finger inside and moved it gently, easing the muscles. He added a second finger, and Hank moaned, his cock twitching in Avery’s grasp.
When Avery was satisfied Hank was ready, he gently withdrew his fingers and resumed his position, spooning Hank and nudging his cock head against Hank’s ass. He pushed slowly inside the tight, hot passage, groaning with pleasure as he penetrated. He moved carefully, giving Hank plenty of time to adjust.
When Hank thrust back against him, Avery wrapped his arms around him. Rolling onto his back, he took Hank with him so that Hank now lay atop Avery on his back, Avery’s cock buried to the hilt inside him.
He reached for Hank’s cock, palming it in his hand and stroking in time to his own thrusts. Hank twisted his head back, searching for Avery’s mouth with his own. When they kissed, Hank’s hand came up, cradling Avery’s head in a gesture that surprised Avery with its sweet intimacy.
They moved together, Avery rising up to meet Hank’s downward thrust, the pleasure exquisite, the rhythm primal. His thoughts shut down and language fell away as they panted and gyrated together, sweating with pulsing lust. About to come, Avery focused on Hank’s cock, stroking it almost roughly as he cupped his balls with his other hand.
“Oh, god, oh fuck,” Hank groaned, suddenly spurting hot jism over Avery’s fingers.
Avery let himself go, coming with such force his hips lifted them both into the air for several seconds before he collapsed against the mattress. Heart thudding, Avery held onto Hank as he rolled over, his cock still caught in the tight clutch of Hank’s ass.
They lay spooned together for a long time as their breathing returned to normal and the sweat cooled on their bodies. Avery’s cock had slipped from Hank’s ass, but he was too pleasantly exhausted to move. After a time, Avery was pulled from his lull by Hank’s voice, soft and low.
“I was with a guy for a long time,” Hank murmured. “All my life really, since I was eighteen. We broke up a few months back.” Though Hank said the words matter-of-factly, Avery could sense the pain beneath them.
He held Hank tighter in his arms, trying to imagine what it would be like to be with someone that long, and then to lose them. “That’s a long time to be with someone,” he said aloud. “Was the breakup mutual?”
“Absolutely,” Hank said, stiffening.
Avery suspected he was lying. There had been too much pain when his guard was down. But he didn’t call him on it. “You must miss him,” was all he said.
“Yeah,” Hank said, his voice breaking. “I do.”
They lay quietly a while longer. The sun was fully up, and Avery suddenly recalled his promise to Nolan to come in that morning. He dropped his arms and pulled away, shifting to a sitting position. He glanced at his watch. “Oh, man. I didn’t realize it was so late. I have to get to work.”
Hank jerked away, his face closing. “What? You have a client to service this early in the morning?” His tone had shifted to a sneer, his guard clearly firmly back in place.
Avery stared at him, locking eyes until Hank looked away. “No,” Avery finally replied in a slow, even voice. “I work at a startup microbrewery. The sex work is a temporary way to earn money until we get the brewery up and running. I also work construction on a per diem basis when I need to.”
“Huh,” Hank said, apparently absorbing this new information. He studied Avery and then said, “I don’t get it. You’re a super-hot, sexy guy, even if you’re not my usual type. If you can do other stuff, why would you demean yourself by being a whore?”
Avery pursed his lips in irritation but then willed himself back to a calm place. Hank was just uneducated. “First off, let’s get our terms straight. I don’t like the word whore, and I’d thank you not to use it again around me.”
Hank shrugged. “Whatever you call it, you sell your ass for cash.”
Avery got to his feet to dress. “Let’s get something clear, kiddo,” he said, aware he sounded a little sharp. “I’m a sex worker. I provide a service. I give comfort, pleasure and attention to men who are happy and willing to pay for it. In a lot of countries, what I do is perfectly legal and there’s nothing demeaning about it.” He smiled, adding, “Not to mention, you pay for sex on a regular basis. You’re the one keeping the business you denigrate alive.”
Hank snorted but had the grace to look embarrassed. “Guilty as charged. It’s less complicated that way.”
Avery continued to dress, saddened that the intimacy they’d shared a moment before had been lost.
He could feel Hank’s eyes on him. As he sat down to pull on his boots, Hank placed his hand on Avery’s back. “Hey,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry. I know I’m a prick sometimes. Reese was the only—” He cut himself off, blew out a breath and then continued, “Most guys let me get away with my shit because I’m the one with the money and the power. I’m not used to being with someone like you. I…I don’t want you to go. Please. Please, at least stay for breakfast? I know a good diner near here that delivers.”
Avery considered. He hadn’t given Nolan a specific time, saying only that he’d be there sometime Saturday morning.
“Well,” he said slowly, trying to decide. He turned, looking at Hank, who now lay naked, his arms behind his head. He was staring up at the ceiling, his face inexpressibly sad. What had happened to this guy to make him like he was—so defensive, hiding so much emotional pain behind that mask of arrogant self-assurance?
Hank turned his head, meeting Avery’s eyes. “Last night,” he began. His voice cracked. He swallowed and blew out a breath, trying again. “Last night, when I was so fucked up and you stayed. I… I’m not used to that. I’m not used to being…cared for. Unless I shell out the cash,” he added, bitterness entering his tone. He was silent for a while, his eyes again on the ceiling. “I get it that you have to go now. I just want to say… Well, I want to say…thank you.”
Avery’s heart melted. “You’re welcome.” He glanced at his watch again. “You know,” he said with a smile. “I guess I can stay a little while longer.”
~*~
Hank felt ridiculously happy that Avery had agreed to stay. Which was odd, as he normally couldn’t stand to wake up to find someone in his bed, especially not someone bought and paid for.
But Avery hadn’t been hired last night. He’d come of his own accord. He’d actually wanted to see Hank, at least at first. It was humiliating to remember how he’d practically begged the guy to stay, but the hot sex in the morning had been totally worth it. He still couldn’t quite get his head around whatever it was that had happened between them.
Avery wasn’t like any man he’d ever know before—that was for sure. When Avery had held him down while staring directly into his very being with those clear green eyes, it was as if they’d shared a line of communication that bypassed words and went directly from soul to soul.
Hank had an appetite for the first time in months. He ordered a lavish breakfast from Dana’s Pancake House, which promised delivery within the hour. While they were waiting, he said, “How about a quick dip in the hot tub outside? I keep it heated.”
“Sure,” Avery replied, to Hank’s delight. It was a brisk but sunny October morning and the hot, frothing water would feel good. Not to mention, he’d get Avery naked again and maybe they’d have time for a quickie.
They stripped by the backyard pool and eased themselves into the water across from each other. Avery leaned his head back, lifting his face to the sun just rising in the sky. The sunlight glinted off the little gold medallion he wore on a long, thin chain around his neck. Hank leaned closer to study it.
“You’ve had this on every time I see you.” Hank reached out to finger the delicate gold filigree. The medallion was the size of a nickel. It had a triple spiral motif consisting of three symmetrical swirls emanating from a single center point, sort of a three-way variation of the yin yang symbol. He vaguely recalled seeing the symbol tattooed on some of the guys at the BDSM clubs he and Reese used to frequent.
Avery stroked the gold medallion between his finger and thumb. “It’s a triskelion. I found it in a little Celtic shop when I visited Ireland, and it reminded me of the BDSM emblem folks in the lifestyle sometimes use, which is actually based on this ancient design. In the BDSM community, it symbolizes various things. The most common is a representation of the three divisions of BDSM—bondage and discipline, dominance and submission and sadism and masochism. I mostly just like the design, but the BDSM connection is appealing.”
“I like it, too. It suits you,” Hank said, not mentioning he especially liked the way it nestled in Avery’s sexy chest hair. He studied the big man, thinking back over their early morning sex. He still didn’t understand what had possessed him to suck Avery’s cock, yet it had felt so right. The really weird thing was that he hadn’t just wanted to make the guy come. He’d wanted to taste him, to savor him, to please him, to show his gratitude.
Gratitude? Hank tried to laugh at himself. What the fuck? He must be losing it. He returned his focus to the sex. Now, that had been hot. Scorching. Hank wasn’t used to letting someone else be the top, but it had been so intense—the way Avery had just taken over, guiding his massive cock inside Hank, possessing him in a way Hank hadn’t experienced before.
Something about Avery was different from any man he’d been with. He was�
�masterful. That wasn’t a word Hank was used to using in reference to someone else, and yet it fit.
Avery met his gaze suddenly, as if he could feel Hank’s eyes on him. “What?” he asked, smiling.
I want to submit to you.
The words had leaped uncensored into his brain. Startled, he shook them away, saying instead, “I was just thinking about your hard cock up my ass.” He tried for a sassy grin. “I was thinking turnabout is fair play, and you should be the one to get on his hands and knees next time around.”
“Oh, you think there’ll be a next time around?” Avery asked lightly, the smile still hovering on his lips.
“Please,” Hank whispered before he could stop himself.
“Come here.” Avery crooked a finger in Hank’s direction. Hank scooted along the circular bench until their thighs were touching. He groaned when Avery’s hand curled around his shaft beneath the bubbling water. It stiffened instantly.
Avery stroked him almost roughly, tugging at his shaft until Hank was panting with lust. Twisting toward him, Avery put his massive hand on Hank’s throat, catching him below the jawline and applying just enough pressure to fully get Hank’s attention.
A shudder moved its way involuntarily through him at this overtly dominant gesture. His brain told him to be outraged—nobody dominated Hank Seeley—but his body melted into a pool of molten lava at the primal touch.
Avery continued to stroke and pull his cock, his other hand still pressed against Hank’s throat, holding him in place. Hank couldn’t remember when he’d been so aroused. He couldn’t catch his breath, the airflow restricted by Avery’s big hand and his own gasping lust. “Jesus,” he managed to breathe. “I’m going to come…”
“Ask for it,” Avery commanded in a low, powerful rumble. “Ask permission.”
“Oh god,” Hank groaned. Holy shit. Was this really happening to him? Was he really going to beg for permission to come?
Avery tightened his grip on Hank’s throat. Seconds away from ejaculating, Hank croaked, “Please, Sir. May I come?”
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