Haleigh's Ink

by Jennifer Kacey

  “I mentioned your name. Something about telling you what happened and she freaked. Nothing short of chains could have kept her in that room with me.”

  “Because I’m gay?” It hurt asking the question but he had to know. He could only imagine what she thought of him.

  “No, she appeared totally cool with you being gay. She freaked because she doesn’t understand our relationship and I’m sure my mouth on her pussy didn’t gel with the monogamy fairytale she has in her white-picket-fence fantasy.”

  “So I guess that’s that. She left, never to return.”

  “Not exactly,” Scott replied as he traced the interconnecting pattern of Kyle’s tattoo. “I think you should call her. Meet up with her somewhere. The coffee shop or CJ’s Bar. You’ve got a shitload of stuff you need to say to her. You’ve run your fingers through your hair enough times in the last few minutes to qualify as a shampoo model.”

  Kyle let his tense hand fall to the bed. “But how am I supposed to do that? I don’t have her number, and I’m not calling her parents’ house to ask for it. Her parents are worse than mine.”

  “A copy of her consent form is in the back pocket of my jeans that are somewhere on the floor. So there’s nothing stopping you.”

  “I just…uhh, I…and she’s so… Well, damn,” Kyle grumbled.

  “Why did you really bolt all those years ago? Your family’s kind of bat shit, your parents are at least, but Haleigh? She seemed genuinely…nice. I don’t think she would have ostracized you. Hell, she acted like the type to throw you an out-of-the-closet party. So, what gives? It’s not like she bolted when she saw you with my tongue in your mouth earlier. Actually, she was quite content for us to continue.”

  Just the suggestion of it had blood rushing to Kyle’s cock that he had almost gotten under control. His dick pounded, twitching, demanding attention. Kissing Scott in front of Haleigh should have made his dick shrivel and hide.

  He could only conjure up images of her tied to the bed, forced to watch. Then participate. What kind of sick fuck did that make him?

  “Come on,” Kyle blustered even though he distinctly remembered the moan that came from her before Scott pulled away. “She’s not some fuck-hole for us to mess with.” He threw off the covers and stood beside the bed, rubbing his suddenly sore neck where a headache was digging its meaty claws in.

  “She’s like a pixie with that pretty blonde hair and those tight shapely legs. You were a chickenshit for not being upfront with her to start with. It’s not like being gay is some kind of disease, Kyle. She couldn’t have caught the urge to run out and eat pussy for a living from you. I know there’s more to it than what you’re telling me. Tell me the truth. Why did you leave her? She’s obviously cool by her reaction today at the shop. What are you shaking your head for?”

  Kyle stared at him before pacing in front of the bed. “Right…I can just imagine the conversation now.” He put his hand up to his ear like it was a phone and kept talking as he cast Scott an exasperated glare. The ink on his chest rippled with his halting movements.

  “Hey, Haleigh, how are you? Yeah, I’m good. Oh, well, sorry for those few years I wasn’t talking to you. I tapped my inner submissive, and oh, I’m a flaming homo, too.”

  He rolled his eyes and missed Scott’s narrowed scowl.

  “Well, no, actually I’m sort of gay plus one, which means my door swings both ways, but only for you, baby. I’ve wanted to be with you for years, but didn’t figure you could accept someone who likes to suck dick and eat a nice sweet pussy like yours. But no other woman compared so I’ve never gotten to indulge in straight-up hetero relations before. But fuck, I would for you. Oh, and if you’re looking for me, most nights you can find me on my knees in front of Scott. Nice talking to you.”

  He lowered his lids, rubbing his temples until he collided with Scott. He’d gotten out of bed, planting himself right in front of him.

  “Get on your knees.”

  He dropped to his knees, resting on his heels, his hands placed palms up on his thighs. His Dom told him to do something and he couldn’t say no. He beseeched him with his earnest face, but Scott saw right through it.

  “Oh no, that isn’t going to get you shit tonight. You and a flaming homo are about two continents apart. You are a very hot, extremely sexy guy who I assumed was one-hundred-percent gay before tonight. But after seeing your reaction to Haleigh, I don’t think so. You didn’t like the idea of me piercing Haleigh’s nipples, did you? And be honest,” he clipped out. “I need the truth from you before I slide my dick into the vacuum of your mouth and eliminate your ability to speak.”

  After licking his lips, and taking a moment to consider, he answered. “It wasn’t that I disliked the idea of you specifically piercing her. I didn’t want her to be hurt. In pain. And…yes. I would have preferred to be the one to do it, but I didn’t trust myself so I left.”

  Scott stroked his steel-hard erection. “Why didn’t you trust yourself? You have the best control of any sub I’ve ever trained.” He stepped closer, putting his dick less than an inch from Kyle’s mouth to test his theory. To his credit, Kyle didn’t lean forward even though his throat rippled as he swallowed. He knew Kyle could see the short bar piercing underneath the head of his cock that Kyle had pierced for him. Scott wrapped his fingers tighter around his dick and gripped it towards the top, sliding down along his shaft until he cupped his balls. He tugged at the sensitive skin then fisted his throbbing dick.

  Kyle stared at his cock and precum formed at the slit at the top. The tattoo on Kyle’s chest was one of Scott’s favorite pieces. The tribal pattern was square in shape, made up of four different traditional designs. It took up his entire left pec, up to his shoulder, and it was sexy as all hell, especially given the fact that Scott had been the one to ink him. It was like a brand and he got harder remembering the night they hooked up for the first time.

  Kind of like tonight. Edgy. A little bit dark and urgent. He wondered if the fireworks would be even more explosive when Haleigh joined them.

  Scott cocked a brow that clearly meant he still expected an answer.

  “I’ve got good control over my body, but Haleigh’s…different.”

  “Explain,” Scott growled as his patience frayed. He was ready to pounce on Kyle and fuck his mouth until he couldn’t do anything but swallow as Scott blew inside it.

  “She was mine,” Kyle said as if he were a dominant. “For a long, long time she’s been mine. I’ve always wanted to be with her. Intimately.” He glanced up at Scott again and clasped his wrists behind him. “She’s the only woman I’ve wanted to fuck, but I don’t want to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt her, so I decided to walk away before I did something I would regret, or that would scare her.”

  Scott threaded the fingers of both hands into Kyle’s hair and said, “Take me deep,” and before he could even finish the sentence, half his cock was buried in Kyle’s mouth. He didn’t just suck it, he worshipped it. The times earlier were forgotten. It was like that every time. He couldn’t get enough of him.

  Kyle ran his tongue underneath as he sank down until the head bumped the back of his throat. He hummed against it, making sharp tension grip Scott’s balls. Sensation ran up his spine to tell his brain one mother huncher of an orgasm was in his future.

  Scott pulled none too gently on Kyle’s hair and heard him groan as his cock stroked against the roof of his mouth. He moved, holding himself away. “Ask the question you’ve been dying to ask, Kyle. Ask it now before we go any further. My temper is holding a thin edge here so don’t piss me off again by denying it.”

  Kyle swallowed. “Did you hurt her?”

  “I pierced her nipples, Kyle. Well, one of them. It’s not like I was doing her nails or some shit. You’ve done lots of them. Some people handle it better than others.”

  “She was terrified, wasn’t she? Oh God, what was I thinking leaving her there? See? I’m no good for her.” Kyle’s eyes closed and he tried to hang his hea
d. Scott held firm, waiting until Kyle stopped hiding.

  “Stop being a douche. She wasn’t terrified, at least not for the reasons you’re assuming. She was so fucking horny, straight out of one of my fantasies, and she was scared because she had no idea what was happening to her. Her pupils got huge, she made this noise that at first I imagined was distress and then I smelled her.” Scott breathed in as if he could catch her scent again, filling his head with it. “It was fucking amazing.”

  Kyle paused, probably adding a few things up. “Wait. Why was she scared if not for the pain? You can’t possibly mean she’s a…”

  “Virgin?” He offered helpfully. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying. And do you want to know something else? I’d bet you my next paycheck that she saved it for you. Hoping you’d be the one to take it from her. She wants you, and before you spout all sorts of denials and bullshit, you need to see her. You need to talk to her and you need to be upfront with each other. You both have some unresolved shit that you need to work out.”

  Kyle stared then let out a chuckle. “Listen to you, having a whole moment with your feelings.”

  “I’m gonna wash your mouth out, but it’s not soap I’m gonna use. Stick your tongue out.” Kyle complied, but he still had the ghost of a smile that Scott was determined to replace with something else. He rubbed his dick along his tongue and watched him try to roll his tongue around the bar as he shoved in farther and pulled out again. Scott grabbed his shaft, holding it flat against his belly.

  “Lick my balls, Kyle. I want you to suck them into your mouth and love them so I don’t fuck you right now for talking down about yourself.” Kyle lowered his lids and sighed. Scott pumped several times in short succession as Kyle laved his sac with his wet tongue. Scott watched him lick his balls, and his arousal multiplied knowing he was having a tough time reigning in his needs.

  What a fucking turn-on.

  Scott released the hold he had on Kyle’s head, retreating a few steps until he was out of arms’ reach. Staring down at him, on his knees, an erection straining close to his belly. Scott’s muscles hummed with pent-up need to possess him again. To own his body like he’d wanted to own Haleigh’s but couldn’t. Thinking of her had him picturing her again, next to Kyle on the floor. Both of them on their knees waiting for him to command their pleasure along with his own. “On the bed by the time I get done, Kyle, and I’m warning you. I’ve had a hard-on for you for hours and it’s not gone yet. Gentle is not what I need tonight.”

  He went into the bathroom without waiting to see if Kyle complied. But he heard “Yes, Sir.” That was more than enough.

  He knew Kyle would be in place when he got back, but was afraid if he kept watching him, picturing Haleigh with him, he’d flip him over on the floor and take him again. He’d already had him twice but he couldn’t get enough tonight. Being inside his ass was addictive. No matter how many times Scott fought Kyle’s natural body resistance, every time was like the first time. Every time made Scott want to take him again and again. Thinking surely the next time he would have his fill and the urgency he felt to possess not only Kyle’s body, but his heart and mind would dissipate. He’d stopped waiting for that more than a year ago. The sex between them had only ever gotten better.

  He grabbed two things and caught sight of Kyle. He had stripped the comforter off and knelt in the middle of the bed on his hands and knees, gloriously naked with his head bowed slightly. Scott knelt on the bed but didn’t climb behind him, shoving inside in the next heartbeat like he wanted to.

  He bent at the waist and leaned underneath Kyle’s chest, sucking the head of his cock. Kyle groaned loudly, trying to keep from thrusting into Scott’s mouth. He ran his tongue around the flared head, dark and flushed with need. His cock was thicker than Scott’s but it wasn’t as long. It curled slightly up toward his belly, and Scott licked up his salty essence as he laved it with his tongue.

  He ran his palm possessively over Kyle’s smooth sac as he continued to make shallow pulls on his tight flesh. Kyle pumped his hips slightly even though he knew that was a punishable offense.

  “Scott, please fuck me… I’m so damn close already and I want you inside me when I blow.”

  Scott’s mouth popped off, but he couldn’t help but swipe him one last time with his tongue, eliciting a distressed groan from Kyle.

  He kneeled behind Kyle and nudged his legs apart, catching sight of the small tattoo he had inked on him after they’d gotten together. Kyle had always been tight lipped about the why’s of that tattoo, and Scott hadn’t really thought about it in quite a while.

  He smiled with an answer to a mystery finally answered. Kyle’s asshole clenched as he pulled his cheeks apart, rimming the tight ring he was about to fuck.

  “Oh God. Please, Scott… Please… You’re killing me here.” Kyle fisted the comforter, arching, desperately trying to move away. Scott brushed his thumb against Kyle’s firm hole.

  A whack split the quiet room and Kyle moaned low. “You’ve talked bad about yourself, which puts me in a piss-poor mood, and now you’re begging for something you sure didn’t earn.” He slapped the other cheek and then petted the two red marks that appeared on the skin of his ass cheeks. “Why should I help you?”

  Kyle latched on to the material beneath him. Scott knew he was trying to restrain himself from squeezing the base of his dick to keep himself from coming. He spread lube, teasing his opening, determined not to make it easy on him.

  “Because I want to bring you pleasure, Sir. Nothing would make me happier than if you’d fuck me as long and as hard as you wanted. I want your marks on my body. Inside and out.”

  Scott slipped a lubed-up digit deep inside the recesses of Kyle’s body. His arousal kicked up a notch knowing Kyle was fully willing to take anything Scott needed, no matter how demanding he’d already been. “I’m not even buried inside you yet, and you’re so damn close to coming. I’ll be impressed if I get there before you’re coming again without permission. Why are you so horny, Kyle?” He pushed another slick finger inside, pumping and stretching the tight hole so that when he got his dick inside he wouldn’t hurt him this time.

  “You, Scott,” Kyle answered and his arms nearly gave out as Scott slapped him again.

  “Don’t lie, Kyle, or I’ll walk away right fucking now. I’ll tie your ass to the bed and make sure you can’t touch your cock to get off. I’ll come in every fifteen minutes and suck you until you almost come and then I’ll walk away again.” Scott grabbed ahold of Kyle’s stiff flesh and tugged on it, working him until Kyle’s mouth opened in warning. He stopped right before Kyle’s body could get thrown into ecstasy.

  “So, answer honestly or I see blue balls in your future, my friend. Who’s got you so turned on you’re slick with sweat and your balls are so tight they’re about to blow?”

  “You…” Kyle answered. Then he whispered, “and Haleigh. The two of you are all I’ve ever wanted.” Air sawed in and out of his lungs at a fast clip. He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth.

  “Good answer, Kyle,” Scott praised as he straightened, letting Kyle’s dick bounce away from his body one more time. Scott replaced his fingers with the head of his cock and pushed forward. “Don’t you dare come yet.” He willed his body not to plunge forward but a sweet cry from Kyle filtered into his ears as his dick decided it didn’t need any more foreplay. He was balls-deep inside his lover’s ass before he could utter the words, “Sweet Jesus.” His idea of making him work for it dissolved as he pictured Haleigh again.

  “She wants you, Kyle.” He spoke the words as he grabbed Kyle’s hips and yanked him back to meet his thrusts. Their balls slapped together, making them both curse. “Can you imagine what it would be like to be buried in her pussy right now? To be surrounded by her wet heat and to feel her cling onto you while I’m fucking you?”

  Kyle’s arms finally gave out and his upper body fell to the bed. Scott followed him to the mattress, pushing on the lower half of his body unti
l he completely collapsed. That wouldn’t stop him from taking his fill. Kyle knew he wasn’t nearly through with him yet.

  “I want to watch you take her. I want to see your cock slide into her pussy as she claws at your arms, screaming as you to take her for the first time. Close your eyes and image it. You, filling her core and feeling her squeeze tight around your cock as I stretch your ass with my dick.”

  “Yes,” he grunted as his bottom half arched toward Scott, the change in angle making him want to howl. Scott twisted his hips and changed the position in which he penetrated him. The end of his dick pushed against the knot of his prostate and Kyle tightened on every stroke.

  “Do you want to come, Kyle? Are you going to come and empty your balls, imagining fucking Haleigh and her sweet virgin pussy?”

  “Please,” Kyle begged.

  “Come. Shit—”

  “YES!” Kyle shouted and he clamped onto Scott’s dick so hard it threatened to rip the orgasm from both of them. Scott was determined to hold it in. He moaned, thrusting inside Kyle’s clenching ass. He jerked every time Kyle tightened against him. His lids were squeezed so tightly, white stars burst behind his eyelids. His orgasm roared through his body, sizzling along his spine, pumping into his lover.

  He lowered himself onto his elbows on either side of Kyle’s body and did his best to keep most of his weight off him except where they were still joined. He pumped in and out slowly several more times and he grinned as Kyle’s breathing caught in his chest every time he moved. He kissed his shoulder and smiled.

  “Sex with you has been amazing from the first time, Scott. But that…that was in a whole new realm…of…wow.”

  Scott finally pulled free from the tight clasp of Kyle’s body, eliciting a moan from him as he got to his feet on shaky legs. “It’s Haleigh. I get why you don’t want to, but you need to talk to her.”

  “Maybe,” was all he got but it was something.

  “Go take a shower. We’ll talk after you get cleaned up.” He helped him out of bed and heard him chuckle.