His First Surrender (Stonewall Investigations Miami Book 3)

by Max Walker

  Sam nodded without saying anything, still absorbed by the collection of toys in front of him. He reached in before pulling his hand back at the last second. “Yeah, maybe I’ll wait until next time.”

  “We can wait,” I said, registering his use of “next time” and also registering how big of an effect those two words had on me.

  The drawer slid silently shut. If I listened hard enough, I was sure I could hear Sam’s breathing over the sound of the trickling water.

  “Let’s focus on this first.” I faced Sam, his body a temple I wanted to spend the rest of my life worshipping at. I grabbed him in my hands and pulled him into me, kissing him, our dicks rubbing against each other. He covered my groin in precome, making me slick and sticky.

  Making me feel something far past lust. This was an entirely new territory, and I was real fucking excited about the prospect of exploring it.

  19

  Sam Clark

  Holy crap. Holy crap. Holy mother freaking, sex dungeoning crap.

  Rocky had a sex room, and I was currently in it, hard as a rock and unable to see straight with the level of need that was coursing through me. This was the last thing I’d been expecting. When we walked past this room earlier, I thought maybe it was a room where he kept his expensive jewelry, or his designer shoes, or his stacks of gold.

  I don’t know; rich people were weird.

  Or maybe it was where he kept the things that couldn’t be replaced, like photo albums and old family DVDs. It made sense that someone with his amount of money would have a secure room to keep things they couldn’t replace. My imagination took me in all different directions, but it never once took me toward the actual answer.

  And now, there I was, standing naked with the man of my literal dreams, surrounded by plush red walls and an array of sex toys that made my cock twitch. Being a virgin, I hadn’t really gotten the chance to explore the things my body liked. My experience went as far as my hand and my laptop, with a couple of fingers and a cucumber thrown in there for good measure.

  But that was it. I had never played with a sex swing or with a feathered whip.

  Freaking gay hell, I didn’t know what the majority of items inside that drawer did… but I definitely wouldn’t mind figuring it all out.

  Rocky kissed me then, his big hands holding my hips as he pulled our bodies together, his tongue lashing mine. His heat was overwhelming in the best kind of way. I breathed him in, kissing him back, my hands gliding up and down his muscular back. The sinews of muscle dipped and rose under my fingers, his shoulders like solid brick walls. I trailed my hands down, swallowing his moan as I grabbed his ass, squeezing him and feeling more firm muscle. Between us, his cock throbbed, pushing against my belly. I responded in the same way, both of us twitching and pulsing as the kiss continued, enveloping us both in a tidal wave of passion.

  “I can’t believe this is real,” I said in a soft tone, looking up into Rocky’s eyes, my hands resting on his firm butt. “I can’t believe you’re real.”

  “So you aren’t scared?”

  “Are you kidding? I feel like a rabbit staring down a fox. I’m fucking terrified.” I swallowed, smiling at him. “And I’m also more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.”

  “I don’t want you to be scared.” His hand came up to my face, his touch gentle. I was sure I could trace the trail of circles his thumb made on my cheek; even weeks from now, I was sure I could trace the sparks under my skin.

  “I think I know how to calm myself down,” I said, a sly smirk across my face. I reached down and grabbed Rocky in my hand, feeling the heat from his shaft spread through me like a wildfire fueled by powerful winds. I gave him a stroke, smiling wider as he dropped his head back, exposing his throat, the top of his chest flushing a gentle pink underneath the trimmed hair.

  Still smiling, I slowly went down to my knees, admiring every inch of Rocky as I dropped. I licked his treasure trail, licking my way down from his belly button and burying my nose in his pubes. I took in a deep breath, feeling a powerful intoxication come over me. Rocky’s cock pulsed against my chin. I turned my attention to his shaft, holding him in one hand and kissing his length, looking up to see a love-drunk expression start to take hold of Rocky. His eyes became half-lidded as I licked him up and down, sucking on his balls before trailing my tongue back up to the head, tasting him on my tongue the second I popped him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around his thick size.

  I had imagined this moment way more often than I’d like to admit. I imagined how Rocky would taste, and how he would feel, and how he would look. I pictured all those things about a hundred times as I blew my load into an old sock or down the shower drain.

  Nothing compared to the actual moment. My imagination had nothing on the new flavors and sensations that filled me.

  I became hungry. Starved. I wanted more. I started to bob up and down, my mouth salivating, his cock hitting the back of my throat when it wasn’t even halfway into my mouth. Even when I gagged, I kept going, encouraged by the deep moans that came from above me. I twisted and sucked, using a free hand to massage his balls. This may have been my first ever blowjob, but I’d been working with a dick for the past twenty-three years of my life. I knew exactly what Rocky would like.

  “Oh fuck, Sam, you suck dick like a pro,” Rocky said, his eyes hazy with passion. His hands went to my head, his fingers encompassing the back of my head as he started to steer me, pushing me farther down on his cock, stuffing my mouth to the maximum. I could feel the stretch in my jaw as I opened to accommodate him. The back of my throat felt coated in precome, his salty taste filling me up and making my vision turn to a velvet shade of lust.

  I grabbed his thigh, where his tattoos were. Rocky winced and sucked in a breath, pulling back as if I had pressed a hot brand against him. I looked up, eyes wide, scared I had bitten him or something.

  “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” I said.

  “No, no, don’t worry. It’s my fault. I should have told you. There’s scar tissue under the tattoos. It still hurts when it gets touched.”

  I looked down at the colorful blast of flowers and stars on his thigh, realizing for the first time that the skin under the ink was slightly raised and twisted. It wasn’t obvious, and I probably wouldn’t have realized anything if Rocky didn’t say anything.

  “Didn’t it hurt getting the tattoos?”

  “It felt like acid was being poured on my legs and fire was spreading through my veins.” He gave me a grin. “Not to be dramatic or anything.”

  My eyes were still wide.

  “Don’t worry about it,” he said. I wanted to ask how he got hurt, but before I could, Rocky stepped forward again, his cock practically begging to be back between my lips. I gently grabbed him in my hand, looking up at Rocky, wondering how many layers this man really had.

  I went back to happily sucking him off, my dick staying rock hard. This time, I made sure to avoid touching the scarred part of him.

  “Come here,” he said, pulling himself from my lips with a wet pop. A string of saliva fell from his shaft. I used it as lube, stroking him as I stood up like he’d ask me to. The heads of our cocks rubbed together as Rocky grabbed my face and pulled me into another devastating kiss.

  “I want to play with you so fucking bad.” Rocky’s words fell in a whisper against my lips.

  “I thought that’s what we were doing.”

  “This is only the beginning.”

  “So what were you thinking of doing next?”

  His eyes pinned me to the spot. I had a hand on his chest, feeling the soft hair under my palm, the warmth that seemed to grow hotter with every beat of his heart.

  “Do you feel comfortable?”

  I nodded. “I do.” And that was the truth. Even standing there naked, every part of me exposed, I still felt more comfortable than if I were standing fully clothed in the middle of a bustling street.

  “Get on the bed.” Rocky motioned to the queen-sized bed pushed agai
nst the wall. He licked his lips, watching me as I walked past him, doing exactly as he asked. I sat down on the bed, my body feeling like a sparking live wire.

  “No. Crawl onto the bed. Facing the wall.”

  I got back up. There was a new tone in Rocky’s voice. Like iron mixed with steel. It was hard and soft all at the same time.

  I crawled onto the bed, the sheets feeling like they were stuffed with clouds. My ass was up in the air, leaving me exposed to Rocky. I’d never done this before. Not even to myself in the mirror. I had never shown another person this side of me, this raw part of me.

  My cock throbbed, a string of precome falling onto the sheets. I dropped my head, watching the fabric darken where it stained.

  “Fuck me, you’re so fucking sexy,” he growled from behind me.

  “I was actually hoping you’d fuck me.”

  Rocky gave a low grunt mixed with a laugh. I moaned as I felt his hard cock part my cheeks open. He rubbed himself up and down as he came down onto my back, biting on my neck. I rubbed myself harder onto him, like a damn dog in heat. He made me slick and wet with his precome. I felt him use his cock like a brush, rubbing his head against my hole, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through me. I fisted the sheets, wondering how in the fucking world something could feel so good. He wasn’t even inside of me yet and I was already close to coming.

  He pulled off me, leaving my body feeling like a rag soaked in gasoline, only a single match away from exploding.

  “Stay right there.”

  I listened to him, not moving a muscle. My cock hung heavy and hard between my legs, my balls already like acorns against me, tight and ready to burst. I couldn’t see what Rocky was doing, and for a brief moment, that made me nervous. A deep breath helped push those nerves away. I trusted this man. From the second we met, even though it wasn’t under the best circumstances, I knew that I trusted him. Whether he trusted me or not was a different story, especially at the beginning.

  But not now. I felt as though I could give myself fully to him without having any regrets. It allowed me to fight away the fear that poked at the corner of my thoughts.

  Behind me, I could hear Rocky open the drawer, and I could hear him grab something before the drawer shut again. I could hear his footsteps crossing the room. I started to hope he liked what he saw. What if he didn’t? What if—

  His hand stopped my train of thought dead in its tracks. He rubbed my ass, the bed shifting slightly as he put a knee on the mattress. He pushed his leg between mine, my balls now resting on his thigh. He continued to rub my cheeks with one hand.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Sam. Every part of you. I don’t want to ever take my hands off you.”

  “Don’t.” It came out almost as a plea.

  “Mhmm, you like it, too? When I touch you?”

  I could only nod, my words snatched from my throat as his fingers slipped between my ass, pressing against my hole. He lifted his leg, applying more pressure to my balls, pressing my leaking cock against him.

  His hand squeezed my cheek, spreading me open. His hand held firm, my ass feeling sore when he let go.

  And I wanted more. I moaned into the bedsheets as he slowly rubbed his hand over the surely red skin. His touch was gone for a moment, before he gave my ass a soft slap. I moaned louder and pushed back, showing him how hot that made me. Stars filled my vision, and I could feel my body pushing heights I’d never been to before.

  “Do it again,” I said, my voice husky. “Slap my ass.”

  I’d never thought of myself as the type to get off on the sting, but as Rocky’s hand came down on my left cheek this time, harder than the last, I gave out a loud shout and thrust down on the bed, rubbing myself in ecstasy against the sheets, my legs twitching. When I found my breath again, I got back up on my fours, my entire body feeling the spasms that spread from my legs.

  Rocky’s hands softly glided up and down my ass, over my lower back. “We need to make a safe word, Sam. I want you to feel fully in control at all times. The moment one of us says it, we stop.”

  I smiled, turning over so that I sat cross-legged on the bed, my cock standing stiff. Rocky was at the foot of the bed, his own erection jutting out, his tip shiny with precome. My eyes trailed up, over the V-muscles that framed his lower abs, creating a valley of dips and dives. A body I wanted to lick every goddamn inch of.

  “Sam?”

  “Oh sorry,” I said, shaking my head and breaking out of the trance. “You just have a way of leaving me speechless. Especially when you fully look like the Abercrombie & Fitch bags I’d jerk off to all the time. Except you actually have a face. You know how annoying it was looking at the perfect body and not have any idea of what’s going on above the jaw? Travesty.”

  Rocky looked at me for a moment, his face slowly cracking before he gave a belly laugh, his dick bouncing with each guffaw.

  “Those are some serious first-world problems,” Rocky said, running a hand through his hair and messing up the light brown locks. A thick strand curled across his forehead, making him somehow look adorable and Adonis-like all at once.

  “So how about the safe word is Abercrombie?”

  I gave him a nod, almost forgetting what had started the conversation in the first place.

  Having Rocky Hudson standing there naked and hard would do that to absolutely anyone. Especially since he had one hand lazily stroking his cock.

  And then I saw what was in his other hand.

  “That’s a… what is that?”

  “A feathered crop. The tip is a small square pad of thick leather, covered in these peacock feathers.”

  “And you’re going to…”

  “Get back on your fours and I’ll show you what I’m going to do.”

  He held one hand open, bringing the feathered crop down onto his hand, a sharp slap sounding in the air. The devilish grin on Rocky’s face grew. His thick cock throbbed in the air, crowned by a golden bush of well-trimmed pubes. My mouth watered.

  I did as he asked, getting back into position on the bed. I stroked myself as I waited for the spank. My heart beat faster and harder than before, my pulse matching the throbbing I felt through my dick. I continued to stroke myself, my ass in the air, and then I felt it. A soft tickle at first as Rocky brushed the feathers over my ass, between my cheeks.

  The tickle disappeared and, seconds later, was replaced by a sharp sting as Rocky brought the crop down on my ass. I yelped, more out of surprise than from pain. Rocky still asked, concern coloring his voice, “Are you okay?”

  “Very,” I said, surprised at how good it felt. “Do it again.”

  Rocky rubbed the tender skin, spreading me open. He let go and brought the crop down on my other cheek. I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination or not, but this hit felt a little harder, stinging for a little longer.

  It made me leak as if I’d broken a faucet. I stroked myself, milking my precome, relishing in the sting as it spread, softening into a delicious kind of warmth.

  Rocky brought it back down again. The crack filled the room, blending with my cry. I pushed back again, my eyes growing wet. Rocky ran the crop up and down my sensitive flesh, the feathers brushing against me, tickling me. I dropped on the bed, giggling, hard as all fuck. Rocky, with a lustful growl, grabbed me and lifted me back up, sticking my ass back in the air.

  Another crack. Another cry. My cock pulsed, my balls tightening up into my body. I was getting so close.

  “God, Sam, your body is beautiful. A work of motherfucking art. This ass.” He squeezed and rubbed. “To what you’ve got hanging between your legs.” He ran a hand down my ass, between my thighs. He grabbed my length in his hand and squeezed. As he did that, he kissed my ass, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin. Softly, he kissed each spot he had spanked, all while he still held me in his hand, squeezing and stroking.

  “Everything about you is perfect,” Rocky said, his voice low enough to make me think he was speaking more to himself than me.

>   He kept stroking me. I dropped my head, grunting, my entire body tensing up. I could feel the crest of the wave. Rocky had me chasing a high with every slow stroke of his hand.

  “I’m going to come,” I said, shutting my eyes, dropping my jaw.

  “Fuck yeah, blow for me, Sam.”

  “That’s it, oh fuck, fuck.”

  “Go, Sam. Give it to me.”

  I did, unloading onto the bedsheets, my cock erupting as the orgasm hit me like a gut punch. I grunted and moaned, fisting the sheets. I couldn’t see straight or even string together a coherent sentence. The only sounds I was able to make were that of an animal’s.

  And as the crest of the orgasm slowly subsided, I felt Rocky’s climax hit. He had one hand holding my hip, which squeezed tighter as I felt the first rope of come hit my ass. He covered me in his seed, his grunts keeping my dripping cock hard.

  I collapsed onto the bed with a “what the fuck is my life” kind of laugh, making sure to avoid the puddle of come I had created. I felt blissed-out. Like I had just spent an entire week at an all-inclusive spa resort. My muscles felt like they were all replaced by wet spaghetti. Rocky moved off the bed and walked over to a small closet. I watched him, catching my breath even though his flushed body threatened to steal it all over again. He walked back to the bed, his softening dick swinging back and forth, the head glistening. I could feel his come dripping down between my ass, over my balls.

  “You good?” Rocky asked me, sitting down on the bed and using a soft towel to clean me up. His touch was tender. I found myself almost getting lulled into sleep as he rubbed the towel over my lower back. I could smell the eucalyptus scent coming from the warm towel.

  “I’m better than good.” And then, for some ungodly and unknown reason, I decided to bring out Tony the Tiger. “I’m grrrreaaaat!”

  Rocky cracked up. We both ended up cry-laughing, Rocky lying down on the bed when the fit of laughter had subsided. He put out an arm, and I curled into him, resting my head on his bicep, taking in his scent and trying to memorize every single individual note I could pick up on. I put a leg over his, making sure it wasn’t the tattooed thigh I leaned on.