Book Read Free

True as an Arrow

Page 11

by Sean Michael


  “Keep going,” Lucien ordered. “Then it’s my turn.”

  “It’s good to see you, Sir.” The man’s eyes were wrinkled at the edges, Lucien smiling. The soft tightly curled hair was kept short, not shaggy like his.

  “It’s been too long.”

  The words weren’t censure, more fact, though he knew Lucien missed him as much as he missed Lucien.

  “It has. This one was challenging. I didn’t feel the flow.” He’d fought the novel hard, getting more and more frustrated as the days and weeks had passed and it still hadn’t been finished.

  “You should have called me. I could have helped you find your…flow.”

  “I should have.” He tried to save rule breaking for extreme emergencies. He wasn’t sure that missing Lucien and being frustrated with his novel counted as one.

  Lucien’s fingers landed on his face, tracing his features. Trey’s body shifted, squeezing the plug. After thoroughly exploring his face and head, Lucien moved to touch his neck, his collarbones and shoulders. He pushed into the touches the way he imagined a large cat might.

  All the way down his body, Lucien’s touch traveled, awakening his senses. Awakening his very skin. His cock was hard as nails, pushing up toward Lucien’s heated fingers. He knew that was a fool’s errand. Lucien rarely, if ever, worked his penis, insisting on arousing his hole, his gland. His mind.

  He was shocked when a soft kiss landed on the tip of his erection.

  “Oh.” He moaned, sucking in air.

  “Don’t get used to it,” murmured Lucien, touch sliding over to his hips.

  “Tease,” Trey accused fondly.

  “Yes.”

  God, Lucien made him happy.

  Warm fingers brushed his balls and Trey wiggled, wanting more.

  “Spread your legs for me, Trey.” Lucien pushed away from his body until he complied, then settled between his legs. One hand pushed in the center of his chest, easing him back to the pillows. The other rolled his balls before heading right for his hole. “Let’s see what we’ve got here, shall we?”

  “A plug like you asked, Sir.” He hadn’t disobeyed. He hadn’t pushed himself either. He wanted Lucien to push him.

  “Good, good, but which one?” Lucien was moving so slowly, he was never going to get there.

  “I started small. We have four whole days.” Five, if you counted today, though it was already late afternoon.

  “Don’t ruin the surprise.” Lucien slid the long fingers to his hole, tapping the base of the tiny plug.

  “Yes, Sir.” He clenched his hole, playing.

  Chuckling, Lucien pushed hard on the end of the plug. Trey shivered, the tiny thing rocking deep inside him.

  “You started very, very small,” Lucien noted.

  What was he supposed to say to that, exactly?

  Lucien, it seemed, had something to say about it. “We’ll have to take it to very, very large. Of course we’ll do it very, very slowly.”

  All Trey could do was moan, his entire body tightening.

  “Yeah, you like the thought of that, don’t you? My little size slut.”

  Lucien knew what he needed, all the way to the bone.

  After grabbing the base of the plug, Lucien pulled it partway out before shoving it back in again. Lucien repeated the motion again and again, fucking him with the tiny plug, making it feel so much bigger than it was. Trey hummed, his body eager, cock already aching.

  Lucien began to push his fingers in with the plug, stretching the base of his hole as the little tip bumped into his sweet spot. He groaned and drew his legs up, knees bending, and every time the little plug touched his gland, it made him jerk.

  Electricity buzzed through him, and he couldn’t believe how Lucien could make his body feel so good. It didn’t matter how many times they did this or whether they used toys big or small, Lucien’s fingers, Lucien’s cock, it all had him moaning and begging and needing.

  “Look at you—dancing for me.”

  “Buzzing inside.” He was—as if Lucien was filling him with electricity.

  “Oh, a vibrating plug. I might have brought one of those.” Lucien sounded pleased as punch.

  Trey was too focused on his body to wonder where that expression came from. Instead, he groaned. “Please.”

  “Big and fat and buzzing inside you.” Lucien said the best things, had the most wonderful ideas.

  Oh, yes —Trey nodded for his lover. He was addicted to the burn, to the ache, but more than that? He wanted to be made to stretch, to take everything that Lucien thought to give him and more.

  “You ready for me yet, baby?” Lucien tugged that little plug right out of him.

  “God, yes. Yes, Sir. Yes.”

  Order your copy here

  About the Author

  Often referred to as ‘Space Cowboy’ and ‘Gangsta of Love’ while still striving for the moniker of ‘Maurice’, Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to Chicago.

  A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.

  Barring any of that? He’ll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

  Email: seanmichaelwrites@gmail.com

  Sean loves to hear from readers. You can find his contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.

  Also by Sean Michael

  Bruised

  The Biker’s Pup

  Chess: Opening Moves

  Chess: Middle Game

  Chess: En Prise

  Chess: Helpmate

  Chess: End Game

  Chess: The Piercer’s Game

  Beer and Clay: Malting

  Stand to Attention: Almost

  What’s his Passion?: Size Matters

  What’s his Passion?: Love Matters

  Totally Bound Publishing

 

 

 


‹ Prev