Kyle lifted his head and looked at Dieter. “No. Maybe later.”
The German strode across the living area, only to stop just beyond the coffee table. Several feet separated them. “Anything I can do to make this better, just ask. Nothing is too big or small, Kyle. Nothing.”
Kyle laughed, but it wasn’t a sound of amusement. Hurt. Anger. Disappointment. Those emotions were evident, but not glee. “How about a ticket to the other side of the world?”
“Done.”
Eyes wide, Kyle watched as Dieter pulled out his cell phone and called someone. Realizing that Dieter was actually going to book him a flight, Kyle leaped off the sofa to grab his phone. Wildly, he looked down at the screen and was relieved to see Dieter hadn’t initiated a call though he was in the process of calling a travel agent. He cleared the screen. “I was kidding.”
“I wasn’t,” Dieter replied seriously.
“Obviously,” Kyle muttered as he handed back his phone.
“Kyle,” Dieter prodded as he accepted his mobile.
“Anything?”
Dieter walked around the coffee table and crouched before him. One blunt finger pressed against Kyle’s chin and lifted his head. “Anything,” Dieter repeated.
“I’m tired of being responsible. For some time, one night, I don’t want to be in control.”
As though lit with an inner light, Dieter’s silver gray eyes burned bright with desire. “What do you mean exactly?”
“I want no control tonight…when you fuck me.”
“Are you sure? Do you understand what you’re asking of me?”
He considered the two questions. He could turn away and forget it, but his chest ached, his hands shook and his gut wouldn’t stop rolling from the memory of watching Carson clean out his cubicle. He needed to forget, to not be responsible. “Yes and yes.” He paused, licked his lips and considered how much he wanted to admit, what he was comfortable saying. “I made a mistake and it hurt someone important to me.”
Dieter didn’t reply. Light eyes still on his, he grabbed both of Kyle’s wrists and simply held them. Seconds ticked by and slowly the tightness in his chest eased. Dieter released his arms and they fell like puppets with their strings cut. The sharp movement made Kyle blink in surprise.
“You want to forget?”
He lifted his head swiftly. “Yes,” Kyle replied. He wanted to pretend he hadn’t made a foolish mistake that had resulted in a co-worker, and more importantly, friend getting fired.
“I’ll consider it.” Dieter turned, granting Kyle his broad back, and strode to the kitchen. “Are you hungry?” he asked before opening the fridge and pulling out an array of takeaway containers.
The topic was shelved for now. Dieter had the unfortunate habit of ending a conversation abruptly when he wasn’t in the mood to continue. Normally, Kyle hated that characteristic. Tonight, with the way he was feeling, he actually relished it. Whether for thirty minutes or an hour, it would be nice to think about nothing except his stomach. The rest could wait. “Yeah,” Kyle called as he stood. “Do you only eat restaurant food?”
They hadn’t known each other long, but Kyle had yet to see Dieter eat anything but fruit that didn’t come from a brown food bag.
Dieter shrugged. It was the most human thing Kyle had seen the European do in a long time. Dieter flashed him a self-deprecating smile. “Can’t cook. At all. Plus, I’ve got an in with all the chefs.”
“Oh.” Kyle helped Dieter warm and dish out the food. Tonight they were having West African food. They sat down and ate in silence. The meal was the quietest one they’d shared.
Finished dining, Dieter stood and collected both their plates and loaded his dishwasher. Kyle didn’t move from his seat. Nervous, he wrung his hands together.
“Kyle?”
He lifted his head and glanced at him, but he couldn’t hold his gaze. Foolish as it was, he worried Dieter could see his failures in his eyes.
“Are you sure about this? Feel free to back out if you’re even remotely uncomfortable.”
Kyle shook his head. He needed this and he trusted Dieter to give it to him.
The steady weight of Dieter’s footsteps warned Kyle of his approach, but he still jumped when the German’s hands landed on his shoulders. “Please, look at me.”
It was the last thing he wanted to do, and yet he looked up. Eyes clouded with concern, Dieter watched him, wariness evident on his handsome face. “Come on,” he lightly called. “I think we both could use some sleep.” He grabbed Kyle’s arms and tugged the shorter man to his feet. It was almost embarrassing how quickly and easily Dieter could do it.
Kyle wanted that strength, needed to feel himself submitting to Dieter and his inhuman abilities. He shook his head. “I haven’t changed my mind. I won’t change my mind.”
Dieter’s silver eyes searched his face. “Okay.” He paused and pursed his lips. “There will be some rules.”
“Pineapple.”
“Pardon?” Dieter blinked in surprise.
Kyle almost laughed at his response. Any other day and he would have. “My safe word is pineapple. Safe, sane and consensual.”
Dieter’s gaze tightened. “You’ve played.”
Kyle shook his head. “I’ve read. A lot of dirty books. Fantasized. Then did some hardcore research, but I’ve never…” He shrugged.
“I understand. Come.” Dieter held out a hand. Kyle placed his smaller hand in his and allowed himself to be led to the master bedroom.
“Tonight is about you. If I push you too far outside your comfort zone, I want you to say your word. What is your safe word?”
“Pineapple.”
Dieter nodded sharply. “Good. Strip and lie in the middle of the bed. Then raise your hands above your head. We’re going to take it slow and easy.”
Later. God, he was already wishing it was later.
Hands shaking, Kyle did as Dieter had asked. Despite how commonplace the act was, stripping seemed to take forever. Finally, he was naked. Arms shielding his chest, he looked for Dieter. The European was on the other side of the room and appeared to be looking for something. A shiver of anticipation raced through Kyle as he walked to the bed and crawled to the middle.
“Your hands.”
Kyle flinched at Dieter’s desire-roughened voice as Kyle’d lost himself staring at the ceiling. Tense silence filled the room. Kyle could practically feel Dieter waiting. He glanced down at his hands. They were at his sides. He’d forgotten. He lifted his arms above his head.
Dieter leaned over the bed and grabbed one hand. His touch was sure, his grip unrelenting.
Desire pooled in Kyle’s gut.
Quickly, Dieter bound his wrist with silky fabric. The soft cloth tickled and burned the inside his wrist. He walked around the bed to reach the other wrist and did the same.
The mattress dipped when Dieter knelt upon the bed and lifted Kyle’s head. Dieter slipped something over his head and his vision went dark. Dieter’d covered his eyes.
Kyle’s breathing quickened.
Soft lush lips brushed across his. It was a feathering caress, the lightest of touches. A tease.
When he pulled away, Kyle tried to follow him, but his wrists wouldn’t allow him to move.
Cloth rustled, the bed dipped again. Dieter was sitting aside him and he was still dressed. Buttery soft fabric brushed across Kyle’s naked thighs.
He shivered.
“So beautiful. I could push you so far—you would let me too, wouldn’t you, Kyle—but tonight is not for that kind of play.” One blunt finger ran down the middle of his chest as Dieter spoke. Kyle’s every sense was tied to that simple touch. He could hear it, see it, taste it and feel it.
It was his everything.
Dieter removed his finger and Kyle couldn’t help moaning in dismay. He was already half hard and the European had only teased him.
The sound of a bottle snapping open sounded loud in the quiet room. “You can only come with my permission.” Th
en Dieter’s hand was on Kyle’s dick. He fisted it from root to tip with slow, sure strokes that left Kyle with little breath. When he reached the head he caressed the whole helmet, paying particular attention to the slit. Then he repeated the whole process.
He did it again and again and again until Kyle was desperate for release.
But he couldn’t come. Dieter hadn’t given his permission.
Teeth gritted, Kyle forced his attention away from the glorious hand on his cock. He focused on the sound of Dieter’s breathing, the program he’d just bought, re-analyzed Dieter’s answers to his survey, even last night’s dinner, anything and everything to keep himself from coming.
Dieter kissed him, stealing half of his attention so Kyle was only partially focused on his dick. His tongue swept over Kyle’s lips. Kyle gasped in surprise and Dieter artfully plunged his tongue into his open mouth.
They kissed for long moments and it was sweet and hot. Kyle was reminded of the first time they’d kissed, when they’d made out like teenagers and he’d pretended it was all because he wanted answers.
The sound of Dieter’s harsh breathing greeted Kyle when he pulled away. His breathing was just as ragged.
Dieter trailed heated, open-mouthed kisses down his neck until he reached his collarbone where he bit him. Hard enough to no doubt leave a mark. Pleasure swimming in his veins, Kyle jerked his hips, almost bucking Dieter off.
“Fuck!”
He wasn’t entirely sure which one them had cursed.
Dieter nipped him again. A bright flash of pain ran through Kyle just as Dieter tightened his grip on his cock, fisting him harder.
“Please.” He moaned loudly and begged for mercy, release. He was so turned on, so aroused. His body felt like it was on fire.
He wanted to come. Need pooled in his lower belly and tightened in his chest.
Dieter kissed down his torso, licked across his nipples and suckled blossoming bruises along his stomach.
Kyle’s breathing hitched. He could feel Dieter’s breath over his cock. The man was hovering over his erection.
When Dieter trailed one broad hand up his thigh and higher, Kyle moaned loudly. He just couldn’t hold back the sound when long, blunt fingers hovered over his inner thigh, dangerously close to his scrotum. “Dieter. Please.”
Dieter cupped him, wrapping his cooler hand around his heated scrotum, and rolled them between his fingers.
Good didn’t even begin to describe the feeling.
His balls were swollen, ready to burst.
“Please. Please. Please, Dieter,” Kyle begged.
“Such a good boy,” Dieter replied. Then his mouth was on Kyle’s cock, his lips wrapped around the sensitive tip and his tongue caressing the head. He teased his slit, licking up the steadily leaking pre-cum.
“Dios mios.” It was almost too much and yet, it wasn’t nearly enough.
Dieter pulled back until he was kissing Kyle’s head. The hand on his root hadn’t stopped once. Dieter stripped his dick as he sucked his cock. “Come,” he whispered before wrapping his lips around Kyle’s erection and swallowing his length.
Kyle cursed, screamed and shook as his orgasm ravaged him.
“Taste so good.” Dieter’s voice was rough from deep-throating him.
Kyle’s cock made a valiant effort to harden when he heard just what his dick had done to Dieter’s throat. He moaned.
The sound of husky laughter reached his ears just before he felt butterfly-light kisses against his inner thigh. Dieter trailed his lips down his leg until he reached the back of his right knee. Kyle jerked and tried to evade his teeth when Dieter nipped him there. “Fuck! Stop,” Kyle yelled as he held back giggles. Who knew he was ticklish there?
Dieter chuckled as he danced his fingers up Kyle’s spread thighs. Despite just having received a blow job from the taller brunet, Kyle blushed. He felt so open, so wanton splayed out like that. Dieter’s hands met at the apex of Kyle’s inner thighs, just where his cheeks met his legs, and stayed there. Kyle shifted his hips, desperate to feel those talented hands a little closer. Deeper.
Time ticked by slowly, but Dieter didn’t move.
It was too much, the promise without fulfillment. “Touch me. Give it to me. Please.”
Dieter gripped the back of his right thigh and pushed his leg up against his belly, exposing him. Kyle’s cock started filling with blood. Teasing caresses across his bottom had him half hard in little to no time. Dieter reached between his spread cheeks and pressed a finger against his perineum. “Oh, God,” Kyle moaned. So close. So near.
His every sense narrowed to that finger. He couldn’t process anything else. Every part of him was waiting for it to move. “Come on. Come on. Come on.” The words were out of his mouth before he could process them, but he couldn’t feel embarrassed by them. He’d come too far, waited too long for this.
Dieter swept his finger around his entrance. He circled his hole once, twice, and each time he circled Kyle’s furl, the circumference became smaller until he was finally pressing against his rosebud. His lubricated finger easily slipped in. He thrust it in and out of Kyle’s channel several times, testing the tightness of his body.
Teeth digging into his bottom lip, Kyle barely endured Dieter exploring his channel.
Dieter curled his finger and brushed across his prostate. Kyle moaned and shivered.
“There you are,” Dieter murmured softly.
He withdrew his hand for a moment only to return with two fingers. Kyle wanted to curse his name, parents and every last German ancestor. The number of times they’d fucked, he didn’t need to be stretched, but he knew if he said even one word in complaint, Dieter would extend the torture even more.
Dieter ran the pads of both digits over his prostate. “Dios!” Kyle swore. “Damn it, Dieter. Fuck me. Fuck me. Now.”
Dieter swallowed audibly. “Son of a bitch, thought you would never ask.”
The sound of rustling foil reached him. Fingers slick with lube, Dieter grabbed his right hip just before the head of his cock was pressing against his hole. He sank balls-deep into him with one thrust.
The need to wrap his arms around Dieter’s waist and pull the German closer, even deeper, burned brightly. Kyle jerked hard on the bindings around his wrists, but they wouldn’t budge. He groaned in dismay.
Dieter settled his arm along Kyle’s lower back and lifted his torso so his chest brushed against his. The combination of Dieter’s long, thick dick inside him brushing right against his prostrate and the touch of sweat-slickened skin felt so good Kyle’s eyes rolled back in his head.
“So hot. So tight.” Dieter dipped his head and kissed him swiftly. “So good,” he growled against his lips before withdrawing slowly from Kyle’s sheath. A puff of air caressed Kyle’s open mouth just before Dieter snapped his hips. Kyle screamed in pleasure as Dieter’s cock jabbed his prostate. Hard.
Dieter pulled back and repeated the act again and again. He pressed hard against that lovely place. Breathing was an impossibility. Kyle’s chest couldn’t seem to take in enough air. Ragged sounds greeted his ears and he couldn’t tell which one of them was gasping.
He had a split moment of realization before his orgasm was upon him. It wasn’t long enough for him to signal Dieter. From one moment to the next it was upon him. He closed his blindfolded eyes, bowed his back and curled his toes and everything within him tightened to a pinpoint.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.”
He could hear Dieter’s chant as though it was coming from across the room—better yet, across the apartment. His senses were fractured. His hearing was off, dulled and his sense of touch was heightened. He danced along the fine line between pleasure and pain as his cock spurted. His orgasm felt so good it hurt. His release was never-ending. He came long and hard.
Kyle blacked out. He must have, as that was the only reason he could think of to explain why he didn’t remember Dieter pulling out of him or releasing his arms. He blinked stupidly at the pale yellow cei
ling. He blamed his lowered IQ on the brain-melting capabilities of Dieter’s monster-sized cock.
He rolled over onto his belly, pillowed his head against Dieter’s firm chest. Kyle drifted one of his hands lightly up and down Dieter’s belly, tracing invisible circles. “Thank you,” he whispered.
Dieter wrapped one long arm around his waist and pulled him a little closer. “You’re welcome.” His palm mapped his back until it reached the dip right before his bottom. “Do you want to talk about it now?”
“Want to? No, but I can now.” Kyle released a deep breath and it was like the last of the tightness in his chest dissolved. Things weren’t right, all was not well, but he didn’t feel so horrible or responsible. “One of my co-workers, Carson, was fired today because of another’s incompetence. Honestly, Carson’s one of the best employees there, smarter than me and almost as intuitive when it comes to the computers.”
“Then?” Dieter prodded when Kyle hadn’t said anything for several long moments.
“Why was he fired? Why do I feel responsible? Because I knew this other guy was incompetent and messing up, but I’m not the boss and well, why the hell should I report it? Our supervisor would notice, right? Of course she just happened to notice a week ago when Mike was missing. She wasn’t sure which one of the two guys was at fault and the mistakes were in such a way she couldn’t track who was directly responsible. She gave them both warnings. Mike had a bad day today.”
Tears gathered in his eyes and filled his throat. “He found out yesterday what was wrong with his wife. Breast cancer. I’m the only one he told.”
He couldn’t hold them back any more. The tears started to pour. “He’s got three kids. He’s been there for ten years and just like that they fired him. I don’t—”
Dieter gathered him in his arms so his face was pressed against the German’s throat. “It will be okay.” He whispered the words repeatedly until Kyle ran out of tears. He was exhausted.
“Tell your friend, Michael, to send you his resume. I’ll send it to some people I know.”
Kyle’s head snapped up and he looked at Dieter in shock. “What? Really?”
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