by Anders Grey
Cain’s breaths grew ragged. He wrapped the belt tighter, but the action was performed with utmost gentleness. His hand ran through my hair as he guided me closer.
His skin was hot and firm in my mouth. As I sucked and licked his sensitive flesh, Cain’s breaths turned into soft moans. He praised me, stroking my hair, and I soaked up all the attention like a sponge. It was comforting to receive his loving treatment even though he was playing up the dominant, punishing angle.
If sucking his cock is punishment, then I need to piss him off more often.
As pre-cum beaded the tip of Cain’s now throbbingly hard cock, he dropped the belt and pushed my head back. I gazed up at him in confusion. He smirked and rubbed his thumb over my lips, smearing spit and pre-cum away.
“You look damn good down there on your knees,” he said. “Remind me to put you in your place more.”
“This is putting me in my place?” I asked, scoffing. “Can’t say I don’t like it.”
Cain suddenly grabbed my hair and pushed my head down towards the floor.
“Don’t act all smart,” he growled. “You’re being punished right now for being a liar.”
I rolled my eyes and grinned, knowing he couldn’t see it from that angle anyway. Still, I was enjoying this little roleplay enough to go along with it. “Oh, no. I don’t think I’ve learned my lesson yet.”
“I’m aware of that,” Cain purred. “That’s why you’re gonna bend over and open up your ass for me.”
I almost choked. “What?”
“You heard me.” Cain’s chest was flush with my back as he reached around my front to undo my shirt. I shivered as he threw the shirt away, leaving my skin bare. His hands roamed down my back, then snapped the waistband of my jeans. “Off.”
No saying ‘no’ to that.
I quickly got out of the remainder of my clothes until I kneeled before him completely nude. I bit my lip. I’d never had sex anywhere other than a couch or bed, and the thrill of being naked on my knees excited me. It was even hotter that Cain was still fully clothed except for his cock.
“I’m assuming you don’t keep lube in your kitchen drawer,” Cain said, sounding vaguely disappointed.
“Sorry.” I chuckled.
Cain scowled. “Don’t move.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
He disappeared upstairs before reappearing with an opaque bottle. He popped it open and slicked up his fingers. “I see you kept your word this time.”
“Of course. I’m still being punished, after all.”
“That’s right,” Cain murmured.
A second later I felt his cool, wet fingers prodding at my entrance. I shivered and relaxed my body, allowing him to slip inside.
“Fuck.”
I bit my lip hard. The tight sensation of his fingers digging into me was unusual, but it also made my cock twitch and my balls ache.
I must have tensed up, because Cain paused. “Johnny, uh, have you ever bottomed before?”
I’d been hoping he wouldn’t bring it up. “Not with anybody except my own hand.”
“Oh. Not even a toy?”
“Nope.”
“...Not even a small toy?”
“No. You’re my first.”
He sounded hesitant, breaking out of his dominant fantasy voice. “I don’t have to fuck you, you know. We can do something else.”
I shook my head. “No, I want to try.” I smiled gently at him over my shoulder to prove I wasn’t just trying to be a bigshot. “Just don’t plow me too hard, okay?”
Cain snorted. “I’ll see if I can control my caveman urges.”
He stroked my sides with his free hand as he slowly plunged deeper into my ass. Though I’d tried it a few times myself, the feeling was unfamiliar, but not painful or uncomfortable.
As his fingers lingered, my body began to relax around them. The sensation felt less foreign and more interesting. Cain poured some lube directly into my ass, making me shudder at the sudden coldness, but it quickly turned warm with our combined body heat.
“You good?” Cain asked.
I nodded, trying to focus on keeping my body loose. “Yeah. I’m okay for more.”
Cain pushed in deeper, gently scissoring his fingers to stretch me. I groaned. Once the initial strangeness of the sensation passed, I was left with the tight, pleasant pressure. I even rocked my hips back slowly to get more of him inside. Finally I felt his knuckles brush against my ass cheeks and I knew he had two fingers completely sunk into me.
“Fuck,” I said breathlessly. “Feels good.”
My hand strayed to my cock, which felt full to bursting. My balls were tight. Cain’s fingers buried in my ass felt better than I could’ve imagined.
And then he removed them.
I groaned in disappointment. “Where–”
I heard the spurt of lube again and felt the press of something cool and wet against my entrance a moment later.
“Oh.”
“Still feeling up to this?” Cain asked. “We can stop.”
“Fuck no,” I growled. I reached back with one hand to stretch my hole open to demonstrate I was ready for him. “Put your cock in me.”
Cain let out a shaky breath. His cheeks were flushed and his cock was rock-hard. I wondered if he’d ever imagined this moment, and if it was living up to his expectations.
Slowly, Cain pushed forward. The head of his lubed-up cock pressed into me, and we both let out moans as it passed that tight ring of muscle. I grunted at the thicker insertion, but before Cain could freak out I said, “It’s good. Don’t stop.”
He gave me a second to relax around his dick, then kept going when I nodded for him to continue. Every now and then he’d pause to pour more lube around his cock. It definitely helped. Soon I loosened up enough for him to slowly thrust back and forth an inch at a time.
As I got used to it, my cock grew impatient. Something about having my ass filled drove my arousal crazy. It shot through the roof. My dick jerked and twitched, begging to be touched, but I wanted to wait until Cain was fully inside me first.
“Shit, you’re tight,” Cain said. His breaths were short and shallow. “Feels good to be inside you, though. How do you feel?”
“Turned the fuck on,” I mumbled. “Don’t you dare pull out.”
“Not gonna.” He waited a second before asking, “Do you want me to start fucking you for real?”
“Yeah. I’ll stop you if it’s too much.”
He nodded, then slowly began rocking his hips back and forth. I groaned at the hot friction. It felt weird but good. I’d never been so deep inside my own ass when I fingered myself, and especially not with something as thick as Cain’s cock. Still, he made the experience a good one. He was gentle and slow, but not slow enough to bore me. His rhythmic thrusts sent electric jolts of pleasure up my spine.
“Go on. Touch yourself,” Cain growled in my ear.
My cock was painfully hard, and I was relieved to fist my hand around it. I didn’t hold back my loud moans, and neither did Cain. Our obscene sounds mingled in the air along with the smell of sex. My living room floor probably looked and sounded like the set of a porn movie, but fuck if I cared.
“God, your ass feels so fucking good,” Cain said in-between hisses of pleasure.
His thrusts had sped up, indicating he was getting closer to the edge. I felt my own orgasm creeping up on me, but I didn’t want it, not yet. I didn’t want this to end.
As Cain shifted his hips and thrust at a peculiar angle, I saw stars. My jaw fell open and my lungs went devoid of air. White-hot pleasure seared my brain.
It wasn’t until the haze of bliss faded that I realized I’d cum all over the living room floor.
I blinked stupidly and shut my mouth. Cain was still buried in my ass, which felt wetter than it did about twenty seconds ago. Both of us were breathing heavily. Sweat dripped from my brow and I found myself still gasping for air.
“Um,” I said.
“So, uh,
” Cain said with a breathless laugh, “I think I fucked your prostate. And that made you cum, a lot. And when you did, you clamped down on my dick and it made me cum in your ass?”
“Huh.”
I glanced down. White stripes of fluid arced in a clear pattern all over the dark hardwood.
And speaking of hard wood, that was no longer a problem for either of us.
“I’m just gonna. Pull out now,” Cain mumbled.
A slight wet pop was followed by a sticky, wet sensation as his cum trickled out of my ass.
“Oh my God, hang on, I’ll get a tissue,” he said, flushed and embarrassed but clearly trying to hold back his laughter.
I looked back at the mess I made. “You might wanna just bring the whole box.”
“Will do.”
He fetched the tissue box and we both started wiping up the floor in silence, which was broken when Cain grinned and said, “You know, this reminds me of cleaning up after Roxy’s messes back when she was a puppy.”
“The difference being she was a baby who couldn’t hold her bladder versus us being two grown men who were too lazy to move ten feet to the couch,” I replied, crumpling the mass of tissues to toss them out.
When everything was thoroughly clean and didn’t look like the set of a porn movie anymore, Cain and I both trudged upstairs to my bedroom. But even though I was dead-tired and ready to pass out, I noticed he didn’t look entirely content. His brow was slightly furrowed, like he had something on his mind.
“Something up?” I asked.
Cain averted his eyes and chewed his lip. “Um. No.”
I crossed my arms. “Now who’s the lying one?”
A bunch of paranoid thoughts ran through my mind.
Oh, God, what if he hated fucking me and wants to break up now?
“I was just thinking about the letter,” he said quietly.
“Oh.” I sat on the bed next to him. “What about it?”
“Johnny,” he murmured, facing me with his blue eyes full of affection and guilt. “I don’t want you to give up your inheritance because of me.”
I almost smirked. Of all the things to be bothered about, he was thinking about that?
“Is that what you think I’m doing?” I asked slowly.
His brow creased. “A little bit, yeah. You’ve already done it once when you promised me you wouldn’t pull an all-nighter and did it anyway. I don’t want you to give up things you deserve for my sake.”
“Are you saying I don’t deserve you?”
Cain looked startled that his own words blew back in his face. “Well, no.”
I smiled and took his hand. “I know what you’re trying to say. You said you don’t want me sacrificing myself for you?”
He nodded. We sat in silence together for a moment, holding each other’s hand. There was still a stiff tension in Cain’s shoulders, and I knew this was bothering him. It struck me how stupidly sweet he was, getting all bent out of shape thinking about me. I wanted to calm his fears.
“Hey,” I said. “How serious are you about us?”
He sputtered, a deep pink blush blooming across his cheeks. “Oh, God, you’re not about to propose or anything, are you?”
“Yeah, I’ve got the ring back here in my pocket,” I joked, gesturing to my still-naked ass.
“Dumbass.” Cain grinned and gave me a playful shove but I could tell by the way he gazed into the middle-distance that it was something he’d thought about before. “I mean, I’m pretty serious. More serious than I’ve been about anyone else in my life.” His face turned a whole shade deeper. “You know I love you, right?”
A smile broke out on my lips, which I proceeded to crush against his. His tiny yelp was swallowed up by my mouth before it turned into a content sigh.
“That’s the first time you’ve said those words,” I told him when we broke apart.
His eyes went wide. “Oh.”
“I love you, too.”
They went wider. The beaming smile on his face was brighter than the sun. The blush on his face was just about as hot, too.
“So, would you hypothetically love me enough to want to move in together?” I asked hesitantly.
But my caution was wasted. Cain nodded immediately.
“Of course!” he cried. “Hell, we practically spend all our time at each other’s places anyway, don’t we?”
A wave of pure joy and relief washed over me. I kissed Cain again, cradling the back of his head as I eased him lower. A fire stirred below my gut again, anticipating another round of sex.
“You know, I think I decided what to do about the letter,” I told him. “But first, I want to deal with something more important.”
“What?”
I grinned as I straddled his waist. “You.”
34
Cain
A few days later, Johnny picked a nice little cafe for us to meet his friends. It was a convenient location, halfway between the city and Rosecreek. Why we were meeting his friends and why he’d insisted I join them when our last encounter had been exceedingly uncomfortable, I had no idea. But since he’d been practically vibrating with excitement like a puppy all morning, I figured I’d go with the glow.
In the days between Johnny finishing the project and now, he’d been sparse, saying he had a few important things to attend to, which was fine by me since I needed to do a ton of last-minute work to make sure my book release went smoothly. Now that it was finished and I had some time to relax, I realized that Johnny was definitely scheming something, but I didn’t know what. Maybe today was the day to find out.
I took a seat by the window so I could practice my people-watching skills if the conversation turned awkward again. Despite my nerves, Johnny’s strangely upbeat attitude was easing my anxiety. It also definitely helped that his chair was scooted so close to mine, and this time he had no qualms about PDA. His fingers didn’t disentangle from mine when his friends arrived.
“Hey, guys!” Johnny called, waving them over to our table.
The three of them beamed, obviously excited to see Johnny again. I was pleased to notice that none of them shot me any dirty looks, even Mat. On the contrary, they went out of their way to greet me, too, which made me more flustered than I expected. The four of them caught up for a few minutes as they got seated and a waitress took our drink orders. I ordered the biggest latte possible to drown myself in if things turned sour.
“Man, I haven’t been to this place in ages,” Mat remarked. “You chose a good place, Johnny.”
“Thanks.” Johnny grinned. “I remembered we all used to hang out here, so it’s just like old times.” He suddenly put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. I nearly inhaled my sip of latte by accident. “Except this time, I’ve got my boyfriend with me.”
“Boyfriend?” Molly and Amanda both cried at the same time with stars in their eyes.
Mat looked surprised too. I kept searching his face for signs of disapproval or anger, but there was nothing of the sort. He seemed just as happy for Johnny as the girls did.
“So I was right,” Mat said, grinning. “You two weren’t just friends at the party. Johnny, remember when I called and asked if you met a nice guy and you threatened to hang up?”
“You did that?” I asked with a snort of laughter.
“Shut up,” Johnny mumbled.
“Well, I’m glad to see you with someone who makes you happy,” Amanda said, her eyes sparkling. She briefly leaned her head on Molly’s shoulder. “It really does change your life.”
“Aw, babe, don’t get all mushy,” Molly groaned.
I couldn’t help but smile. The two of them seemed so content together. I glanced at Mat from the corner of my eye, hoping he didn’t feel like a third—or fifth—wheel, but if he did, he didn’t show it. He was a lot more relaxed than the last time I met him.
“So, what’s the occasion?” Molly asked. “Did you just ask us to hang out so you could show off your man-candy?”
I choked
on my latte. If this kept happening, I was gonna need to ask for another one.
“Man-candy?” I sputtered.
Johnny laughed and clapped me on the back while I coughed to clear my lungs.
“Actually no,” he said, looking at Amanda and Molly. “There was something I wanted to ask you two. You have a car, right?”
Amanda nodded, and I recalled she was the designated driver at the party. “Sure do.”
“And your work isn't too far from here?”
“Yep. Actually, it’s a bit closer to you guys. Driving out of the city is always a hassle with all the traffic.”
Johnny turned to Molly. “Still working from home, Mol?”
“Yes.” She narrowed her eyes. “What are you planning, Johnathan Hunter?”
Johnny groaned. “Ugh, don’t full name me.”
“Are you gonna rob us or something?” Amanda teased.
I was wondering where Johnny was going with this too when he reached into his pocket and handed the girls a pair of keys. They both stared at it.
“Um, thanks for the keys,” Molly said, raising a brow. “We’ll be sure to take good care of them.”
“They’re the keys to my house,” Johnny said.
The table went dead silent, until–
“What?” Amanda shrieked.
“Very funny,” Molly growled. “I know we liked the place, but there’s no reason to–”
“I’m not joking,” Johnny said firmly. “If you guys want it, it’s yours.”
I stared at him. So did his friends. All four of us were probably wondering if we were experiencing some shared hallucination.
But there wasn’t a shred of humor or teasing in Johnny’s expression. He waited patiently for our disbelief to pass.
“Johnny,” Molly said, her voice low. “We can’t accept this.”
“I want you guys to have it,” Johnny insisted. “Please don’t fight with me on this. You both know I don’t need a house that big all to myself. But you two want to settle down and have a child. Imagine your kid running around inside the halls, or in the big yard. And it’s even closer to Amanda’s job!”