Russel’s gut twisted. “And send it to his dad?”
Mac nodded. “It’s worth a shot, isn’t it?”
Russel squirmed in Mac’s lap. He really didn’t like Mac’s plan, but it was the only one they had.
“Look at me,” Mac said. “I could knock Remy flat if I wanted to. It’ll be fine.” His mouth jerked into a frown. “You trust me, don’t you?”
“Babe! Of course I trust you. Hell, you didn’t cheat on me with him when we were pretending to be boyfriends. I just really don’t like the idea of him being all over you. I know that makes me a possessive idiot, but I can’t help it. You’re mine.”
“I quite like this possessive streak of yours.” Mac pulled Russel into a long, slow kiss, their tongues dancing. “You’re the only guy I’d let spank me.”
“Good to hear it.”
“Or put a collar on me.” Mac’s hands roved to the small of Russel’s back, slipping up the shirt he was wearing to caress his back. “Or put me on my knees.”
Russel shivered. Sitting on Mac’s lap, it was impossible to miss the man's arousal or his own. He whimpered as Mac began to nuzzle his neck, leaving a trail of tender kisses.
“Do you want me to do some hoovering?” Mac’s voice was husky.
Russel snorted out a laugh. “You really know how to turn a guy on.”
“But it did turn you on, didn’t it? The thought of me hoovering, wearing nothing but that collar.”
Russel bit his lip as he sucked in a shuddering breath. “I am definitely going to enjoy having you around more.”
Mac chuckled as he ran his hands a little higher and then lower to cup Russel’s arse cheeks in his large hands. “You make it sound like you’re the only one who’ll get something out of it. You realise my motives were entirely selfish when I offered to move in?”
“I had my suspicions.” Russel nipped Mac’s lower lip and then sucked it into his mouth before kissing the man roughly. “And I don’t mind one little bit.”
“Before we get too carried away—”
Russel pouted but waited for Mac to carry on.
“I want you to meet Edward and Michael.”
Russel glanced up as he tried to place the names. “Michael dances with you at Horns?”
“They both do. They, err…” Mac let out a nervous laugh. “Want to make sure you’re good enough for me.”
“Oh!” Russel clapped his hands. “It’s like meeting the parents, only better.”
“Better?”
“Of course. Friends are the family we choose rather than the family we’re stuck with. Their opinions are far more important. When and where?”
“Tomorrow, for lunch. I’m not sure where yet, but they promised they’d take us somewhere posh. They offered to pay because they’ll be celebrating,” he added quickly. “At least, I hope they will be. They’re meeting the owner of Horns today to see if they can buy it off him.”
“I’ll cross my fingers for them.”
Mac pursed his lips. “Shouldn’t you be more nervous about meeting them?”
“Do I need to be nervous?”
“Nah. You’re awesome. They couldn’t fail to love you too.”
Russel arched an eyebrow but kept his mouth shut. He didn’t know if Mac had meant what he’d said or even how he’d feel about it if the big guy had been serious, but he did like the way those words made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.
“Have you finished changing the subject?” Russel looped his arms over Mac’s shoulders. “Because you dangled the promise of naked hoovering in front of me and then left me hanging.” And with those words freshly off Mac’s lips, Russel desperately needed to be close to him.
He put his hands on either side of Mac’s face and kissed him with savage fierceness. There was no doubt who was in charge of the kiss as their lips moulded together, and Russel’s tongue claimed Mac’s mouth. The bigger man melted beneath him, completely submitting to the demands of Russel’s lips.
“You might need to get off my lap.” Mac’s pupils were blown wide, his damp lips were parted, and he was panting ever so slightly. It was an incredibly sexy look.
“But it’s so comfy here.” Although it would be a lot more comfortable if they were both naked.
“I’m happy either way. Just let me know when you’ve decided how you want me.”
Mac’s words went straight to Russel’s cock. He adjusted his too-tight black jeans and then kissed Mac again. He adored how yielding Mac’s mouth was.
“I’m thinking,” he purred into Mac’s mouth before ravishing it again with his tongue. “It’s a hard decision.”
“We’re both definitely hard.”
They laughed so hard their mouths were forced to part. Russel leant his forehead against Mac, breathing in and out slowly to regain control of himself.
When he had, he walked his fingers down Mac’s chest to his belt. “I think I want to find out how flexible you are.”
“You’ve seen how flexible I am.”
Russel half closed his eyes at the memory of Mac pole dancing. He had no clue what any of the moves were called, but when Mac had done the splits against the pole, it had made his eyes water. He tugged at Mac’s belt as he stood, wishing he had the collar and leash to hand. “I need you in the bedroom. Now.”
Mac stood obediently, and Russel hooked his finger over the man’s belt so he could lead him into the bedroom.
“You know where your collar is.” Russel clicked his fingers.
“Yes, Sir.” Mac’s voice was gravelly in a way that made Russel’s spine tingle and his toes curl in delightful anticipation.
It only took Mac a few seconds to retrieve the collar and leash. He knelt on the floor in front of Russel, holding the two objects in his hands, a pleading look in his eyes.
“Top off,” Russel instructed.
As soon as Mac had followed the demand, Russel secured the collar around his lover’s thick neck before rewarding his obedience with a tender kiss. Using the leash, he tugged Mac closer to the bed.
“No spanking?” Mac’s voice was tight, with a slight quiver to it.
“Not this afternoon.”
Mac nodded his acknowledgement, but disappointment flickered across his face. Russel wasn’t tempted to change his mind. Mac’s arse had to be still a tiny bit sore. Besides, he wanted to get to fucking as fast as possible. Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off so he was in the same state of undress as Mac.
“Strip,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sir.”
Russel took his own clothes off in unison with Mac, first socks and then jeans and underwear. He would never get over the sight of Mac’s naked body. The man was glorious, fake tan and all. With a sharp tug of the leash, he had Mac on his knees again. The way he looked up at Russel, his eyes large and needy, every muscle in his body waiting to be told what to do, was so ridiculously sexy. But Russel’s gut twisted at the knowledge that this was how Remy wanted Mac too. He swallowed hard and took a step back.
Mac’s eyebrows tugged together. “You okay?”
“Of course.” Russel faked a smile.
“You’re thinking about that slimy bastard, aren’t you?”
“It is that obvious?”
“I’m afraid so.”
Russel dipped his chin. “Sorry for killing the mood.”
Mac licked his lips. “It’s not dead yet. I told you, you’re nothing like him, Russel. I would never get down on my knees for him.”
“Good to know.” But annoyingly, Mac’s words still didn’t soothe his anxiety. Was he anything like Remy at all?
Mac touched the collar with his fingertips. “I like belonging to you.”
Goddamn it. Tears sprang into Russel’s eyes. He pressed his hand over his mouth as he tried desperately to swallow away the lump of emotions that had formed in his throat.
“Russel.”
Russel stared into Mac’s eyes, which only made him feel more emotionally fragile.
“You wanted
to see how flexible I am.”
“Yes.” Russel couldn’t summon up more than a whisper.
“Tell me how you want me.”
How could Russel resist that request, that face, or those wide, dark, imploring eyes? He wound the end of the leash around his hand and tugged again. Mac shuffled forward on his knees.
“Hold me.”
Mac’s hands were around Russel’s back in an instant. The big man pressed his face against Russel’s thigh, next to his groin, and inhaled. “You smell so sexy, Sir. Please let me suck your cock.”
Russel nodded. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes as Mac’s warm mouth enveloped his cock. His hands found Mac’s cropped hair, and he let out a soft groan as the man swirled patterns down the length of his cock with his tongue. He could have happily let Mac suck him off until he came, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Still, there was no harm in enjoying a few moments of the man’s expert mouth, especially as Mac was doing such an amazing job of chasing thoughts of Remy out of his head.
When there was nothing but desire for Mac remaining in his thoughts, he stilled the man’s head. “Stop.”
Mac obeyed.
“On the bed, on your back, legs hanging off the end.” He let the leash slacken enough for Mac to obey his command.
He turned and let his hungry stare wander up and down Mac’s strong body with all its bulging muscles. They should have left him feeling inferior, considering how slim and scrawny he was, but all he could think was that this powerful man was willing to do whatever he asked.
“Spread your legs.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Russel collected the bottle of lube and a condom before standing at the foot of the bed, between Mac’s parted legs. “Lift them.”
Mac smirked. “How high, Sir?”
Russel raked his teeth over his bottom lip. “As high as you can.”
He watched, awestruck, as Mac lifted his legs and kept on going until his feet were resting either side of his ears. His arse was tilted up, the wide spread of his legs showing off his puckered arsehole.
Russel let out a soft whistle. “You really are flexible and so, so beautiful.”
“You’re only saying that ‘cause you want to fuck me.”
“Do you care?”
Mac shook his head. “I want you to fuck me, Sir. Hard.”
Russel shivered with delight. “How long can you stay like that?”
“As long as it takes.”
Russel sucked in a breath. “You realise I’m going to put that claim to the test.”
“Be my guest.” Mac grinned at him, and Russel’s insides melted.
Russel rubbed his hands up and down the backs of Mac’s thighs. “You really wax everywhere, don’t you?”
Mac chuckled. “Yup.”
“That sack, back, and crack wax must really sting.”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“It makes me wince just thinking about it.” Russel winced dramatically to prove it, making Mac laugh harder. “Unbelievable.”
“What?”
“That you can laugh like that and stay in that position.”
Mac winked at him.
Russel used the pre-cum from Mac’s cock to tease the big guy’s arsehole and slick up his own cock. Staring Mac in the eyes, he simultaneously stroked his own cock while using a couple of fingers to tease Mac. He watched the way Mac’s bottom lip quivered as he sucked in a breath and the way his eyelids fluttered open and shut with every teasing thrust or scissoring motion of Russel’s fingers.
“You like that?”
“Yes, Sir.” Mac licked his lips. “Can I ask you something, Sir?”
Russel nodded.
“Why this way?”
The question made Russel’s breath catch in his throat. “I want to look into your eyes while I fuck you.” He said it matter-of-factly, but the way his heart swelled told Russel how big a deal it was.
Mac shivered. “I’d like that too, Sir. Very much so.”
“Good.”
Russel dropped forward onto his hands, planting them either side of Mac’s chest so he could lean down to kiss him long and hard. Then he pushed up and onto his feet so he could carry on playing with Mac, warming him up and stretching him so his arse was ready to receive the pounding he was intending to give him. It was amazing how he could make such a big, strong man writhe and turn to putty.
He could see Mac’s legs shaking, but the big guy was steadfastly refusing to move them.
“You can relax a little,” Russel said. “I’ll support you.”
Mac heaved out a breath and then swung his legs so his feet were on the bed, near his arse. He was careful not to accidentally kick Russel during the manoeuvre. Smiling, Russel prompted Mac to lift and spread his legs again and put them over his shoulders. He guessed Mac was still taking a lot of the strain because his legs weren’t anywhere near as heavy as Russel had expected them to be. He went back to playing, listening to the soft mewls that slipped past Mac’s lips.
He waited until Mac was completely relaxed, before tugging on the leash. “Feel ready?”
The bigger man snapped his heavy-lidded eyes open. “Yes.” He hissed the word out, the sound needy as all hell.
Russel tore open the condom packet. “Are you comfortable like that?”
Mac nodded. “Are you? I’m not hurting your shoulders, am I?”
His legs weighed more heavily on Russel’s shoulders now, partly because Mac was more relaxed and was therefore taking less of the weight himself, and partly because they’d been in the same position for a while.
“I’m fine,” Russel assured him.
“Then hurry up and fuck me, Sir.”
Russel chuckled. “Oh, you’re such a needy boy, aren’t you?”
“For you, yes.”
Russel rolled the condom onto his cock and then flicked his stare back to Mac, who was looking at him strangely. “What?”
“One day, you’re going to fuck me bareback.”
Russel’s cock throbbed with desire. His stomach did a happy little somersault. “Am I now?”
“Yes.”
Russel liked the sound of that. Though neither of them said it out loud, he knew Mac was thinking that they’d need to get tested for STDs first. He was fine with that. Better safe than sorry.
Mac wiggled his arse. “Fuck me.”
And just like that, thoughts of blood tests fluttered out of Russel’s head, replaced by unadulterated lust.
Bracing his hands on Mac’s shoulders, Russel slowly pushed his cock inside him. He listened to Mac’s sharp intake of breath, felt strong muscles contracting and relaxing around his cock. He held still, staring into Mac’s eyes until he was sure Mac was comfortable. Then he began to thrust in and out quickly, taking pleasure from the equally fast pants that escaped Mac’s lips. Mac grabbed at his arms, holding them as his body rocked back and forth with the force of Russel’s thrusts. Then Russel changed pace, pulling out achingly slowly, only to slam his cock inside Mac quickly. Mac groaned each time, his eyebrows knotting together and his eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
Russel released Mac’s shoulders and shook his arms free of the big man’s grip. He leant forward so their chests were touching, his arms sliding under Mac’s back to hold him tightly. All the while, he stared into Mac’s eyes, even though Mac was rarely able to maintain focus on him. Russel didn’t care. Mac was consumed by pleasure, and that was all that mattered to him. His strokes became long and slow in both directions, and gradually, Mac’s eyes became more focused again.
He licked his lips as he stared up at Russel. “I think—” He groaned as Russel pushed in deep, his neck elongating as he pushed his head back into the pillow. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Russel’s eyes widened, and he stilled. Panting, they stared at each other. Russel hadn’t expected to hear those words from Mac so soon, even though he felt it himself.
His chest tightened, and his stomach quivered with joy
, excitement, and love. “I’m falling in love with you too.” He’d already fallen, but he kept that to himself. He loved Mac with every fibre of his being, and he didn’t care how long they had or hadn’t known each other. As corny as it sounded, he’d found ’the one’. Yes, he was a romantic at heart.
Mac brought his arms around his raised legs so he could rest his hands on the small of Russel’s back. “Fuck me, Sir. Come with me.”
Russel crushed his lips against Mac’s as he drove into him as hard and fast as he could. His heart beat out a crazy rhythm, and he could feel that Mac’s was just as fast. Beads of sweat made their skin shine, and for one wild moment, Russel imagined them fucking under the stage lights at Horns, preferably against the pole. Then he was back in the moment, and there was no one and nothing except him and Mac and his orgasm, which was building up to a mind-numbing, breath-stealing crescendo. He gasped as he let it go. Mac shuddered and cried out beneath him. They were both shivering, laughing, almost crying, as their bodies quivered against one another until they were completely spent. He fell forward, Mac’s hot, sticky cum sealing them together. Mac’s legs flopped down, and he wrapped his arms tightly around Russel, rolling him over so their positions were reversed, and Mac was pressing kisses all over his sweat-soaked face, neck, and chest.
“I love you,” Mac breathed between hot kisses.
Russel raked his nails over Mac’s strong, damp back. His heart was thumping so hard it was making his head spin. Had Mac really just said that?
“I love you,” Mac repeated as though reading Russel’s mind, as though he knew that Russel needed the confirmation. “I know it’s crazy to say it, but I do. I love you. Fuck, I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”
Russel should have been exhausted, but Mac’s words had adrenaline pumping round his body. “I love you too.” It felt good to set the words free and to know they were reciprocated. He grabbed Mac’s face and dragged it down so he could kiss him. “I love you too.”
21 Mac
Mac hadn’t expected Remy to bite so easily or so quickly, but of course the jerk just couldn’t wait to sink his claws in deeper.
“You know you don’t have to go through with this.” Russel threaded his fingers through Mac’s.
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