No Quarter (Bounty, Book One)

by d'Abo, Christine

  The simple act had Gar’s heart aching for more.

  Opening his mouth to speak the words, no matter how much he wanted to say them, was still hard. Darting his tongue out to spread moisture across his bottom lip, Gar kept his gaze on Faolan. He could do this—needed to do this for both their sakes. Anticipation was clear on Faolan’s face as the pirate gently bucked his hips up into the air.

  “Gar, I need you to say it. I know you well enough now to realize you won’t relax and enjoy this if you don’t.” Faolan reached up and traced a line down the middle of his chest with a single finger. “Give it up to me. Say it.”

  Gods, he was so screwed. “You can do…” he sucked in a deep breath, ignoring a flash of panic, “anything you want to me.”

  Faolan didn’t pounce on him like Gar expected. The older man did offer him a gentle smile that shone into his eyes. “Very good. I promise you won’t regret it. Now as much as I like this look on you,” he flicked the hanging edge of Gar’s shirt away, “I want you to sit up and take it off. Let me see you this time.”

  Exhibitionism was never something Gar got a thrill from. He’d spent his entire life running or hiding—most of the time his life being in danger. Putting his naked body on display for his lover was a risky move and far beyond the controlled, quick fucks he’d had in the past. Slowly, careful not to move too fast and freak himself out, Gar sat back on his legs so he loomed over Faolan’s naked body. With no barriers to draw the process out, he easily shrugged one shoulder, then the other to let gravity pull the cloth down until it was trapped at his wrists. Stretching his arms behind his body did two things—it allowed the shirt to drop to the floor while pulling the muscles of his arms and chest tight.

  Faolan’s cock twitched against his stomach as he bucked his hips once more. “Very nice. I want you to touch yourself. Run your fingers through your chest hair and play with your nipples.”

  “Didn’t know it was my turn to put on a show.” Gar slowly moved his hand, gaining more confidence with each passing second.

  “You’re doing whatever I want you to. If that means giving me a show, then so be it. Pinch them.”

  Gar closed his eyes, but followed Faolan’s command. He couldn’t stop the gasp at the overpowering sensation his touch produced. An invisible thread from the nipple to his cock pulled with every flick and roll of his fingers. He didn’t think as he reached down to touch his shaft, needing to stroke it through his pants.

  “Don’t you dare!”

  Gar jumped and his eyes flew open. “What?”

  Faolan leaned up on his arms and glared. “You were going to touch your cock and that is against the rules.”

  The hard set of Faolan’s jaw and the intensity of his gaze told Gar how serious the other man was taking the game. Here was the leader Gar had read about in Faolan’s file. The commander who’d led raids into Loyalist facilities, going back for any wounded crew members of his command. This was a man who would take great care of Gar’s needs—everything would be okay.

  If he survived the next little while.

  “Rules?” He wasn’t going to like this.

  Faolan smirked. “You seemed so fond of them when we first met. I thought you might enjoy a few of them now. Make sure you don’t slip up. I’d hate to have to punish you.”

  Shit.

  “First thing for you to realize is that until further notice, I own your cock. Got it? I get to decide when you touch it and I most definitely get to choose if you come tonight or not.”

  He couldn’t help but groan, knowing full well Faolan would take things to the extreme. Gar had given his word and in his book that was a binding contract. Nodding, he moved the hand still hovering over his cock to his side while the other continued to play with his nipple. Biting his lip, Gar tilted his head to the side and let his gaze wander over Faolan. The man was too perfect. He could never be Gar’s, not for long at least. Good things were never his indefinitely.

  Gar pushed the thought aside. “So, you said something about rules. Care to enlighten me?”

  Faolan reached out, sliding his fingers along the inside of Gar’s thigh. “Oh, I have an entire rulebook I’ve made up for you. I’ve mentioned the first one.”

  “I can’t come until you say?”

  “Nope.”

  Gar frowned. “I have to do what you want?”

  Faolan nodded. “That’s correct. Rule number two is you can’t come until I say. Make sure you don’t get them confused. There’s a test.”

  “Bastard.”

  “Stop touching yourself.”

  Gar let his hand fall to his side. The damage had already been done. His cock was hard and straining in his pants as his balls ached from their fullness. He wasn’t good at games like this. It was part of the reason he’d lost in the shower. Stamina was one thing, being in control easy, but asking him to take orders and obey, much more challenging.

  Faolan didn’t seem to have the same problems. “Fuck, you’re losing it already. Aren’t you?”

  Gar tried to turn his head, but Faolan’s hand was on his jaw preventing him before he realized.

  “I asked you a question. Rule number three, you have to truthfully answer me when I ask you something.”

  “You’re making this up as you go along.”

  Faolan grinned. “I’m allowed. Now answer.”

  “Yes, Gods dammit! I’m about ready to come in my pants. Again.”

  Faolan’s breath caught for a moment before he let out a sigh. “Good. Thank you. Now I want you to stand up and take those pants off. Don’t want to be accused of ruining another pair. Then I want you to lie on your back, hands above your head and feet spread wide.”

  Gar didn’t hesitate, his body and restraint too far gone to balk against the command. He jumped to his feet, quickly working the opening of his pants, doing his best to ignore how badly his hands shook. The cool air was a shock on his heated cock, making him want to moan from the sudden contrast. Faolan didn’t move until Gar let go of his pants and the fabric fell down quickly. Only once he climbed back on the bed did the older man roll to his side, making space for Gar to stretch out.

  It felt odd being in his bed with someone else. This was different from the previous day when Faolan had fallen dead asleep. That was almost comforting in its normalcy. No, this was alien territory for Gar. Awkwardly, he adjusted his body so he was stretched out long on the mattress, faltering when he didn’t quite know what to do with his hands.

  “Like this.” Faolan grabbed his wrists and lifted them to the black headboard. “One on top of the other. Keep them still and I promise it will be fine.”

  He recognized his black tie the second he saw it pull free from beneath his pillow. Clearly, Faolan had been busy while he’d been putting the escape pod and ship into position. Faolan moved slowly, giving him ample time to move his hands, roll away, anything to prevent him from binding his wrists together. The silk was cool as it was looped over, under, around and through, holding him secure. His gaze was drawn to the stark contrast of the black silk against his pale skin. If their roles were reversed, he would have found the image the most erotic thing in his recent memory. Faolan didn’t stop there. Taking the remaining tail of the tie, he wound his hand around the fabric, holding it like a lead.

  Only once in his life had Gar been held captive. The lack of freedom had terrified him more than the threat of death. He’d been a child then, alone and scared in a world he barely understood. He’d just witnessed the murder of his father and the abduction and murder of his sister. The sensations were beginning to feel strangely like then, sending his blood pounding through his body in desperate pulses. His chest tightened as the air refused to take purchase in his lungs.

  Faolan cooed in his ear. “Gar? It’s okay. Nice deep breaths.”

  Head falling away from Faolan, he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to calm his racing mind. This wasn’t Zeten and he wasn’t fourteen years old. Faolan wasn’t going to try to kill him or sell him off to the
sex trade. This was his ship and his bed and he could leave anytime he wanted.

  “Gar?” Faolan’s fingers were warm and gentle on his face. They didn’t pull him, simply caressed and soothed. “Want me to stop?”

  “No,” he managed after a moment, his voice a harsh whisper.

  “If you do at any time, I want you to tell me. Okay?”

  He nodded once.

  “Promise?”

  He nodded again.

  “No, I need you to say it.”

  “Promise.”

  Faolan pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Good boy. I think you’re going to enjoy what I have in mind anyway.”

  Gar turned his head back, only to smile at the cocky grin on Faolan’s face. “Sure about that, are you?”

  “I’m nothing if not proficient in bed. Trust me.”

  As simple as that, he did. “What do you want me to do?”

  Faolan tugged lightly on the tie, suspending Gar’s hands off the mattress. “Nothing. I’m going to be in control of things and you are just going to relax your ass and enjoy it. Understand?”

  “Faolan—”

  “Yes or no answers only. Rule number four.”

  Gar ground his teeth before remembering his promise. Clearing his mind, he concentrated on letting the muscles in his back and neck loosen. It took time, but finally the tension bled away, leaving him with a dull ache. The whole while, Faolan lay patiently beside him, never once forcing an answer.

  “Yes,” Gar said softly.

  “Good.” Gar was rewarded with a kiss to his cheek. “Now I want you to close your eyes. No matter what happens you’re not allowed to open them or move from this position. Understand?”

  He wanted to say something else, ask one of the twenty questions racing through his head. Instead, Gar looked over into Faolan’s eyes and smiled. “Yes.”

  Nothing happened until Gar closed his eyes, this time until he was told otherwise. Once he settled, Faolan shifted so every inch his body pressed against Gar’s. Heat seeped into his skin, firing his senses and sending a ripple of energy through him. Faolan’s hot breath washed over his cheek as he moved his mouth toward Gar’s ear.

  “I wish you could see yourself like this, all spread out and waiting for me. Your cock is so red and hard, Gods, that must hurt.”

  Gar moaned, bucking his hips into the air. Faolan made a tsking sound in the back of his throat and bit down on Gar’s earlobe.

  “I said no moving.”

  Gar settled back, shocked at the intensity of the sensations. He jackknifed upward when Faolan latched on to the sensitive patch of skin below his ear, sucking hard. Fingers squeezed tight against the binding of the tie, all he could do was hold on and give himself over to the onslaught of sensations.

  Faolan used every trick he could to tease Gar.

  He scraped teeth along Gar’s shoulder, nipping at the skin around his nipple. Faolan sucked the swollen peak into his mouth, not stopping until Gar choked back a sob. While completely arousing, Gar could feel the care and affection Faolan put into every touch. It was overwhelming.

  “Too much?” Faolan asked, his mouth wet against Gar’s chest as he moved lower. “Because I’m about to let go of the tie and I don’t want you to move. If you don’t think you can handle it, then I’ll have to skip what I was planning.”

  “No.”

  Gar didn’t need to be told part of the plan was Faolan sucking his cock. It was obvious from the trail of open-mouthed kisses the older man was marking him with. Gar tried to keep still, not wanting to jeopardize the night’s outcome, still shocked by the underlying emotion. Faolan bit firmly into Gar’s side, making him gasp with the slight pain of teeth and stubble on sensitive flesh.

  “Good.” Faolan licked the wounded area. “I’m letting go now.”

  Placing the tail of the tie in the center of Gar’s chest, Faolan caged Gar’s ribs with his hands, flexing his fingers into the skin.

  “It’s been a very long time since I’ve been with a man as fit as you.” Faolan circled Gar’s navel with his tongue. “Young, handsome. Nice, thick cock. You have no idea how much I enjoyed having you fuck me the other day.”

  Hot breath tickled the tip of Gar’s shaft as Faolan slid down and positioned himself between Gar’s legs. A powerful shudder rolled through his body, and Gar had to fight the urge to reach down and bury his hands in Faolan’s long brown hair. Gods, he wanted to see the other man, watch as he took the tip of his cock into his mouth, cheeks hollowing from the suction.

  Gar wasn’t expecting Faolan to skip down and take his balls into his mouth.

  “Gods!”

  His wicked tongue swirled around the sac until Gar’s arousal rocketed to the near bursting point. Unable to keep the noises inside any longer, Gar let his mouth fall open, freeing the moans and gasps Faolan’s touch elicited.

  “Oh, that’s it. I want to hear you. Let me know how much you like it.”

  Gar didn’t hold back. Thrashing his head on the pillow, he cried out as Faolan lifted his legs over his shoulders, opening his body wide. The first touch of his tongue against Gar’s opening made him gasp. Faolan teased the ring of muscles with broad swipes, each one sloppy and wet. Faster he soaked Gar’s hole until he could feel saliva dripping down his ass cheeks. Gar didn’t think it could get more intense until Faolan tightened his tongue and drove the tip into his ass.

  “Fuck!”

  Faolan hummed his agreement. The older man continued to fuck his face into Gar until he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe from the pressure of the pleasure being placed on him. Gods, Faolan hadn’t even touched his cock and Gar was about ready to come. His thighs shook from the tension and he squeezed Faolan’s head. With one final swipe, Faolan lifted his head to wipe his mouth on Gar’s inner thigh.

  “Like that?” Faolan’s voice was nothing more than a harsh whisper.

  “Yes.” Gar didn’t care that he sounded needy, he wanted Faolan to do something. Anything. He needed to keep this connection alive with Faolan almost as much as he needed to come. “Please.”

  He heard Faolan’s breath hitch, but refused to go against his wishes and open his eyes to see the other man. Instead he did his best to calm his racing heart and over charged arousal.

  “Open your eyes.”

  Gar did, immediately seeking Faolan out. The sight below him was one he wouldn’t soon forget. Faolan’s brown hair was plastered to the side of his face with sweat and spit. Cheeks flushed, his eyes were heavy with lust and focused on him. His lips were wet and swollen, inviting and most certainly fuckable.

  “Say it again. I want to see you when you say it.”

  Gar wasn’t sure what Faolan wanted at first until he remembered what the pirate had said that first night in the alley. Gar knew it was a type of surrender, one step closer to a place he’d never gone with another person. Swallowing, he realized Faolan was the only one who he’d ever consider giving himself over to. “Please.”

  Faolan’s eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned. “I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”

  Gar wasn’t sure if he was ready for this, but if any man was going to fuck him, he knew he wanted it to be Faolan. Heart racing, Gar gripped the ties binding his wrists and spread his legs a bit further. He could do this, could trust Faolan to make it good for him, even if it pushed him to the edge of his comfort zone.

  So he was shocked when Faolan lowered his head and sucked Gar’s cock, wetting it thoroughly, only to pull back before Gar could properly enjoy the sensations. Even more confusing was when Faolan reached for the lube, squeezed a generous amount and coated Gar’s cock with it.

  “What are you—?”

  Faolan silenced him by crushing his mouth to Gar’s. The kiss wasn’t neat or even particularly skillful. It was passionate and imprecise, perfect in every way. Faolan shifted their bodies, straddling Gar’s hips with his thighs and reaching back to line up Gar’s cock with his ass.

  “I know what you were thinking, but that’s
not something I would take from you. You need to give it to me willingly.” Faolan’s moans filled the bedroom as he let his body sink down.

  Gar lifted his bound hands to reach for Faolan’s neck, but they were quickly shoved back down. Faolan captured both of Gar’s wrists in one hand and pressed them into the mattress.

  “I said keep those there.”

  “Want to touch you,” Gar muttered, bucking his hips up.

  Faolan lifted his body at the same time, preventing Gar from getting any further penetration. “This isn’t about what you want. Now shut up and enjoy yourself.”

  Faolan’s body was tight as he sank down on Gar’s cock. Muscles squeezed him as the other man lowered himself to Gar’s lap. Gar pushed past the barrier like Faolan was doing to him on a grander scale—surrender by inches. It was too much, yet he wanted so much more from Faolan.

  Faolan didn’t wait for his body to adjust, instead fucking himself down on Gar in short, steady pulses. Gar knew there was a small degree of discomfort for the older man, but Faolan didn’t seem to mind. Faolan fought to keep his eyes open and his gaze locked on Gar’s face, but it was easy to see his struggle was a losing one.

  “So tight,” Gar said, this time successful in fucking up into Faolan. “Your ass is perfect.”

  “So…big.” Faolan threw his head back as he slammed his body down.

  The spike of pleasure nearly took Gar over the edge. He snapped his mouth shut and tightened the muscles in his legs, praying it was enough to hold himself back.

  “Don’t you dare come,” Faolan panted out in between thrusts. “Not until I say so. Me first this time.”

  Gar tried to think up as many disgusting images as he could, hoping the imagery would help stave off his release, but everything that came to mind quickly morphed into an erotic landscape. He wasn’t going to last much longer—he needed to beat Faolan at his own game.