by Tatum Throne
“I’ll see you later,” James said.
“My place. Tonight.”
“I’ll be there.”
Layton slipped the key into his hand. “This is a key to my place.”
“Thanks.”
Chapter Four
After his encounter with Layton, James went grocery shopping. He was still stunned that Lay had taken him in the shower the way that he had. He was having doubts about meeting him at The Den tonight considering that they had plans to meet up later at his place. But he had promised Chief Rask that he would keep an eye out on him. Not that he needed it. Every time they got together, fireworks happened.
Lay needed more food in the fridge if they were going to be staying together for any extended period of time. After filling up the cart, he checked out and headed over to Layton’s place. It was about time to meet them at The Den. James stocked up the kitchen and headed out to his Jeep. He needed to swing home to change but he kind of liked the scent of Lay’s skin on his clothing. Instead of driving home, he headed to meet the guys at the bar. He probably should’ve told Lay that he was going out, too, but he wanted to surprise him by showing up.
The Den was a little bit of a dive in a trendy part of town. James parked his Jeep and went inside. Music pumped from the sound system. He found their group in the back, standing around the bar. TJ and Adam caught his attention first.
“James!” Adam said.
“Got room for one more?”
“Sure do,” TJ said.
His eyes locked with his Dom’s as he settled in at the bar. Layton smiled, lifting his bottle of beer as his gaze turned smoldering. He came in close, dropping his lips close to his ear.
“What are you doing here?”
“Rask mentioned you were having a welcoming home party. I thought I’d drop by.”
“I’m glad you came.”
Beneath the bar, Layton stroked his hand over his leg. A shiver of heat vibrated through James’s cock. As Layton looked away, James took the opportunity to stare at him. Without looking at him, his Dom smiled.
Layton leaned in close. “You’re staring at me.”
“I like what I see.”
“Someone’s going to think something is going on between us.”
James shrugged. “Let them talk.”
Layton ordered James a drink and the bartender brought it over and set it in front of him. “Thanks.”
It wasn’t long before some of the guys pulled Layton away to play pool. James followed them over to the table but hung back to watch Layton line up his first shot to break. The balls clacked together, spinning across the table. As Layton circled around the pool table, his gaze was on James instead of where the balls landed. Heat moved up over James’s cheeks as their eyes locked, and Layton winked. How could one look make him so fucking hot? He wanted his Dom to bend him over this pool table and fuck him hard. Layton’s teasing looks and the heat of the bar was driving James crazy. He had to get out of there before he did something stupid.
Stupidity ran deep when James was having a beer. He finished off his beer and set it aside. While Layton’s back was turned, he headed for the bathroom for a breather. He needed the space to think about how he was going to make his next move. Lay was his Dom. He was the one in charge. James washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror. He wanted Layton and he really didn’t give a fuck who knew about it. He was about to mark his territory—not that he had any right to do so with his Dom. But he had to do something to make it known that Layton was all his.
When James came out of the restroom, he caught sight of Layton and another guy getting cozy next to the pool table. Jealousy stole James’s breath away. All this talk about them being monogamous was complete bullshit. The guy had his arms around Layton and he wasn’t doing anything at all to push him away. As if sensing he was being watched, Layton glanced over his shoulder toward the hallway he had disappeared down ten minutes ago. Their gazes locked. James should have marched up to the asshole hanging on Lay and knocked his fucking lights out but he couldn’t bring himself to cross that line.
Tears misted his eyes as he cut through the bar, heading outside into the cool nighttime air. He didn’t want or need this bullshit in his life. He was halfway back to his Jeep when he heard footsteps behind him. James didn’t bother seeing who it was. He didn’t give a fuck. He just wanted to get out of there. Strong hands came around James’s waist as he was turned up against the side of his Jeep and kissed hard. His eyes went wide as he realized that Layton was kissing him. Despite his anger, James felt himself swoon into the kiss. James moaned in protest when Layton wouldn’t stop kissing him, but it was pointless to fight him. It felt so good to have his Dom taking control.
Layton broke his lips away. “Why are you running?”
“Why were you messing around with that guy?”
“Jonah is a friend. And he’s straight.”
“It didn’t look that way.”
“You’re jealous.”
Envy crept up and bit him on the ass. He didn’t want to be envious of any other man that touched his Dom but he was. “You’re my Dom. I don’t want anyone else touching you.”
“Okay. We’ll discuss the rules to our relationship back at my place.”
“I don’t think so.”
Layton came in close, lowering his head so that their eyes met. “I want you. You want me. I’m not going to let anything or anyone get in my way of having you. Got it?”
James nodded. He wasn’t used to having anyone order him around. The shift in his life was so jarring that he wasn’t sure what he was going to do next. “Maybe we shouldn’t see each other tonight.”
That pissed Layton off. He pressed his palms to the side of his Jeep and came in close. “Don’t fucking push me away. I’m not ever going to be a vanilla lover. It’s going to be rough and edgy with me. If you’re willing to take the ride, you better get on now. You’re not going to get a second chance to decide with me.”
Stunned by his brutal honesty, James couldn’t believe that Layton was really going to walk away from him like this.
“Decide what you want to do. Are you coming home with me tonight, or are you walking away?”
James licked his dry lips feeling a little bit unsteady on his feet and it had nothing to do with the fact that he had one drink two hours ago. “I’ll follow you home.”
“Good. I was hoping you would.”
Proving his point that he won this battle, Layton came in close, kissing him softly. Layton gently brushed his hot lips back and forth, nipping at James’s lower lip until he sighed against him. James moaned as their lips connected and the heat of Layton’s tongue swept into his mouth. His cock flooded with heat as Lay’s thigh moved over his prick.
“I love the way you kiss me like I’m your everything,” Layton said.
“I love kissing you. I love the way the earth moves when I kiss you. You shatter me.”
“That’s what I’m worried about. I don’t want to break you before you’re ready.”
“I’m ready to be broken in. I’ve been waiting my entire life for someone like you to take control of me.”
Layton moved his hands up over his face. Everything felt perfect for the first time in his life. “I’m here now. Let’s go home before one of us changes their mind.”
Were they really going to do this? Nervous energy pumped through James as he got into the driver’s seat. He watched Layton walk down the road and get onto a Harley. He rode a fucking Harley. Was there anything about this guy that wasn’t sexy as hell?
* * * *
Layton pulled into his driveway close to eleven o’clock at night. It was late but he wasn’t tired at all. He was wired for sex with James. The Jeep’s headlights cut across the front lawn as James pulled into the driveway. When he was acting chief, Layton honestly didn’t give him much of a second thought. But he had noticed how hot the guy was. At the time, he was married with a wife. Layton respected that and made sure that his feeli
ngs didn’t cross the line.
Then things changed. He moved on from the job, got divorced, and then the rumors hit that he was gay. He completely understood his denial. Layton’s father had been a gay man who’d married and had a kid, too. His father had stayed with his mother despite coming out when he was a kid. Now they were both gone and it was just him. Life could be lonely around the holidays but it didn’t matter. Lay liked watching the football games over Thanksgiving.
With Thanksgiving just around the corner, Lay thought about how his plans might change now that Jim was in his life. He hoped they would change. James got out of his Jeep and met him on the front porch.
“I’m so glad you came home with me,” Lay said.
“Me, too. I’m sorry for being so jealous. I’m normally not.”
“It’s okay. We’re still figuring this thing out between us.”
Layton unlocked the front door and went inside, not bothering to turn on the light. He had a lot of plans for James tonight. He was hoping he was up to the task. Lay turned James up against the front door, kissing him with a slow seductive ease that took everything for him to maintain. He brushed his lips back and forth, nipping at Jim’s lips until he opened for him.
When his warm wet lips parted in sweet supplication, Lay took advantage of the opportunity and slipped his tongue deep inside his sub’s mouth. Their tongues flicked in quick short flicks that made James moan. His sub’s hands frantically grabbed at his shirt, trying to pull it up. Layton smoothed his hand down his arms, locking his palms around his wrists. He pinned James’s wrists against the door as he grinded their hips together. Lay broke his lips away.
Their eyes locked. James bit his lower lip as Layton kissed his way down over his jaw and neck. “Keep your wrists against the door. Do not move them.”
James did as ordered as Lay slipped his hands down the collar of his shirt, ripping his T-shirt down the front. James moaned when his chest was exposed. Lay leaned down, nipping his pebbled nipples and flicking them with his tongue. He slipped the ruined T-shirt to the floor, planning on ruining every other piece of his clothing on his body. James kicked off his shoes as Lay worked at the button on his pants. They were both hot, sweaty, and horny for more. Lay nearly came when he saw how hard his sub’s prick was. It flexed up against his abdomen, shooting past his navel.
When James was completely naked, Lay turned him up against the wall, spreading his thick thighs wide. He dropped his lips to his ear as he smooth his fingers down the crack of his ass. “You have no right to remain silent. I plan on doing anything and everything to you to get a confession out of you.”
James moaned, arching his ass out as Lay skimmed his rim with his fingers. Lay knew he had to tread carefully. His sub’s rim was tight. He would need to ease into his ass with something small to stretch him for his dick. With his sub pressed up against the door, Lay stepped back to undress. He slipped his leather belt from his jeans as he dropped them to the floor. When he was completely naked, he came up behind Jim and used his leather belt to bounce his ass up and down with the leather. James moaned as Layton stopped working the leather over his ass.
“You need to pick a safe word. I don’t want to scare you,” Lay said. “You can code if things get way too intense for you.”
“Stop.”
“Stop it is.”
Lay slipped his fingers down Jim’s spine, starting at the top of his neck and going all the way down each vertebra. When he got to his tailbone, Jim started to shiver in sweet anticipation. Jim moaned when his fingers slipped between his ass cheeks and hit his rim.
“Wait here.”
Before leaving for work, Lay had planned his next session with Jim. He’d put the glass butt plug in the fridge. He got it out of the fridge in the back and grabbed the lube he had in the kitchen drawer. Jim hadn’t moved a muscle when he returned. Lay lubed the glass butt plug and tipped it up against Jim’s rim. James moaned as the cool butt plug pushed past his rim and entered his anus. The four-inch tapered plug disappeared within his ass. With the plug buried deep, Lay used his leather belt to make a collar. He worked the leather several times around Jim’s neck, making it comfortable but snug. Jim moaned as Lay rubbed his hand down over his sub’s throbbing prick. Pre-cum leaked from his sub’s tip, dropping down onto the tile between his feet.
Layton let go of his cock, letting it slap against the door. Jim moaned as Layton stepped back. He rubbed his hands down over his ass cheek, slipping his finger into the loop on the butt plug. He used his finger to pull the butt plug out and slowly push it back in. James groaned.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes! Don’t stop!”
He didn’t have plans on stopped anytime soon. Lay kissed his way over his sub’s shoulder, giving him a small love bite and licking his tongue over the sensitive spot. He worked the butt plug in and out of his ass until Jim was a sobbing mess, begging for his cock. With the butt plug shoved deep within his ass, Lay came in close, wrapping his arm around his sub’s neck as he pushed his cock against his hip. He grinded his cock against his hip.
“You want this?”
“God yes!”
“You’re not going to get it for a really long time.”
James whimpered as Lay pulled away. He backed up, needing a breather before he lost complete control. “Get down on your hands and knees. I want you to crawl up the stairs to my bedroom.” With the plug up his ass, James crawled up the stairs and into his room. Lay walked by, smoothing his hand down over his jaw.
“Good, sub.”
Lay leaned over his sub, purposely shoving his cock in his face as he worked the butt plug gently out of his ass. Jim licked his tongue over his cock and balls, sucking him roughly. Lay groaned, not expecting his sub to take the initiative.
“I didn’t give you permission to suck my cock. You’re going to need to be punished.”
“I’m sorry. I just want you so bad!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll give you what you want. Eventually.”
James groaned as Lay walked away, going to the closet. He glanced back at James. His eyes were filled with lust as he waited for him to return. Kink was something Lay got off on. He loved pushing his subs to the bitter edge before shoving them so far off the cliff that it would take his sub days to recover. The leather harness was something Lay had never used before. He had picked it up when he’d gone to a fetish convention. The harness was meant to restrain his sub’s cock, arms, and legs. He just hoped that Jim was ready to be taken.
Layton was tired of waiting. He came back with the harness, working it over Jim’s shoulders, abdomen, hips, legs, and cock. By the time he was finished, his submissive’s cock was trapped in a leather vice that held his balls tight and his cock perfectly straight out from his body. The leather sleeve around his shaft was tight and allowed his cockhead to push out the edge. Pre-cum leaked from his tip. The leather straps pulled his ass cheeks wide. Lay went back to the closet, getting a condom and more lube. He worked the condom down over his shaft and came back to stand behind Jim.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Lay asked.
“Yes.”
“Good. I was hoping you would say yes.”
With his cock throbbing, Lay tipped his cock to Jim’s rim, slowly pushing his thick prick into his ass. He slowly pushed his cockhead in until it disappeared. James moaned, arching his ass out for more, but Lay didn’t give him what he wanted. Instead, he pulled his cockhead out and entered him again slowly, stretching his ass wide.
“You’re so fucking big.”
“And you’re so fucking tight.”
Ever so gently, Lay smoothed his cock deep into his sub’s ass until he bottomed out. When he was settled deep inside, he held his hips tight against Jim’s ass. His balls pulled up tight against his shaft as a shot of pre-cum ricocheted into the condom. When Lay was in a committed relationship, he always took his subs raw but he wanted to teach Jim how to be safe. He didn’t want him to get into the habit of sleeping
with all his lovers without a condom when they were finished.
Jim started rocking his hips back against his Dom’s cock. It was all too much for Layton to handle. He had to move. He flexed his cock in and out of his ass, loving the feel of the tight grip his sub had on his vibrating prick. Lay rocked his cock deep into his ass with short gentle strokes. He wanted his sub to be able to walk in the morning. Another session would have to break him hard. Tonight was all about introducing Jim to sex with a man.
As he fucked his sub, a possessive need gripped Layton’s heart. He normally didn’t feel so selfish of any sub. He loved the way James’s back arched and his athletic ass spread wide to fit his cock. Layton tilted his head back and stopped thinking and started feeling. He wanted to take the condom off and feel everything James had to give. The man was so innocent and responsive to his touch. He hit him with short powerful strokes that bounced his balls back and forth against his perineum. Lay loved how James grunted with each powerful hit of hips against his ass that sent his cock hitting home.
“You okay?” Lay asked.
“Perfect.”
“Good.”
Lay slipped his hands underneath the leather straps, using them like reins as he rode his sub. He worked his fists back, making James stand upon his knees as he hit home with his cock. With Layton’s left hand gripped around the leather straps, his right hand reached around to slide over the cock sleeve holding James’s prick in place. James moaned as Layton’s palm rubbed over his cockhead. James’s body contracted and flexed within his arms as he started to come. Layton loved to have control over his sub’s orgasm but he had no control over the way James shot his spunk.