by Rae Marks
“Get on the bed and show me what’s mine,” Sam said.
Bray scrambled up to his feet. He crawled onto the mattress and rolled onto his back. With no hesitation or shame, he pulled his knees up to his chest and spread his thighs wide. He learned so fast and was so eager to please that he had Sam’s cock throbbing and leaking like a faucet.
Sam didn’t have any sex toys with him. Bray had been correct that he didn’t get to play often, especially while on an assignment. But he could improvise.
“Don’t move,” Sam said as he strode into the bathroom.
He quickly dug through his toiletry bag and found what he was looking for. Next he entered the walk-in closet and took a few things from there as well. When he stepped back into the bedroom, he paused.
Bray hadn’t moved a muscle. From his vantage point, Sam could see that sweet pink hole twitching and calling to him. Sam licked his lips as he remembered the salty, bitter, forbidden taste.
“Can I trust you to stay still, or do I need to bind you?”
Bray arched up to look at Sam. When he saw the silk ties dangling from Sam’s fingers, his nostrils flared and his cock danced just beneath his belly button.
“Looks like I’ll be tying you to the headboard,” Sam smiled.
Bray didn’t respond, except to let his head fall back on to the mattress. Sam made quick work of tying each of his wrists to one of the sturdy bedposts. He would have loved to have used a spreader bar on Bray. Instead, he tied each of Bray’s ankles loosely to his thighs, ensuring he would keep his legs bent and open.
“Sam,” Bray whispered.
Sam pulled back to look at his work. “What color, B?”
When Bray looked confused, Sam gave him the same options he had the previous night.
“Green, yellow or red, B? If you can’t answer, I’ll assume it’s red and we’ll stop.”
The demand in Sam’s voice had Bray arching his head up. Sam gave him a wink he hoped would convey the sternness had been for the listening device.
“So fucking green,” Bray sighed.
The last tie was used to cover Bray’s eyes. When he was sure Bray couldn’t see him, Sam looked his fill. He didn’t school his reactions at all as he ran his hands up from Bray’s ankles to his thighs to his sweet little pink pucker.
The blindfold was mostly for Bray, to allow him to concentrate on the physical sensations. It was also for Sam. It allowed him freedom, just as Bray’s bindings allowed him freedom to let go.
Sam didn’t typically have any type of sexual encounter without bindings in place. Last night and even this morning had been such a rarity, and yet he’d come harder than he had in years. If they had time, if Sam’s job allowed, if Bray were anyone else, Sam would have wanted to explore the why of that. None of that was possible, so he would take what was offered and walk away grateful that Bray had trusted him with this.
Chapter Twenty-One
Brayden
Bray couldn’t see anything. He could only hear his own heavy breathing. He could feel Sam’s callused hands caressing him and his balls were already drawing up.
What kind of pathetic mess was he, that he was so hot for someone who didn’t really like him at all? He had to wonder if these were ‘daddy’ issues…or even ‘brother’ issues.
Mase had been the one to say “fuck you,” and walk away. Nick had been lucky enough to get their father’s affection. Bray? Well, Bray had always been the one striving for love. He’d been the one worried he was going to lose his father’s affection just as he had Mase’s.
Then he had. His father had turned him away as well. And here he was, panting after a man who might care if he lived or died, but not much beyond that.
Every thought that had been running circles in Bray’s mind evaporated when he felt something smooth and hard slap his balls. He gasped. There was both pleasure and pain in the hard tap. His mind cleared. He focused solely on the present.
“The blindfold is so that you’ll concentrate on the sensations, not get lost in your own head,” Sam said.
There was another slap, this time on his ass. Bray groaned. He wasn’t sure why this did it for him, but it really, really did. The next smack was harder. Bray arched but he couldn’t go anywhere. He had no traction.
When the next taps came in quick succession but in a random pattern across both ass cheeks, Bray humped the air. He was desperate for any sort of friction on his dick. The next slap came directly on his pucker.
“Oh fuck. I’m gonna—”
“No,” Sam said.
Sam clamped down on the base of Bray’s cock and his other hand tugged a little on Bray’s balls, just barely staving off the orgasm.
“Your sweet little hole is so sensitive. I wish we had a vibrator with us.”
Bray groaned. He’d used a dildo before, but it hadn’t vibrated. He hadn’t known how sensitive he was. Guys usually fingered him and fucked him, or Bray fucked them. Either way, sex was good, but not blow-his-head-off amazing.
When Bray calmed down, Sam started again, this time with his thighs. As Sam moved closer and closer to his hole, Bray tensed. He tried to squeeze his thighs together, but Sam’s shoulders filled the space between them. The flashes of pain got harder and harder as Sam moved whatever he was using all over Bray’s ass.
The prickle was there at the base of his spine. Even as the orgasm built, the tingling spread to Bray’s fingers and toes. At first he thought it was from being bound, but his hands had a lot of freedom. The bindings weren’t tight at all. It was some crazy sort of pre-orgasm. Sam wouldn’t be able to stop it from barreling into him this time.
Sam started caressing Bray’s skin after each barrage of smacks. The contrast between the sharp swats and the soft caresses was making his balls tingle with the need to come. Sam’s sweet words of encouragement just pushed him further toward the edge.
Bray shook his head from side to side in frustration and anticipation. When Sam gave him five hard slaps directly on his entrance, Bray’s hole spasmed as his dick spurted wildly. Hot jizz landed on his chest, on his chin, on his stomach.
Just when he thought the orgasm was calming down, Sam’s hot, wet tongue circled his opening. Sam flexed his tongue and poked at Bray’s pucker. Bray shot off a second time at the contrast of soft, wet and warm to the hard, cold slaps that had come before.
The orgasm had been intense, especially in that it had been a sort of double orgasm. Bray’s dick seemed satisfied, but his ass? His ass felt empty. He’d wanted more for their last time together.
“We’re just getting started, baby,” Sam whispered in his ear as he removed the blindfold.
Bray hadn’t even realized that Sam had moved, his ankles were no longer bound to his thighs. Sam quickly released his arms as well. When he was completely unbound, Bray stretched out like a starfish on the bed.
He looked over and noticed that Sam was still hard as a rock. Bray licked his lips but Sam shook his head. He did, however, start unbuttoning his shirt.
“I’ll be coming in that ass of yours. Watching you like that was…” Sam shook his head. “If you swallow me down that tight throat, I’ll shoot my load way too soon.”
Bray preened at the compliments Sam tossed out so easily in the bedroom. He wished Sam were like this all the time. Bray froze as he remembered they were being listened to. Sam was playing a role and he was apparently really good at what he did. He might even deserve an Academy Award for his performance in this very bedroom.
Bray’s heart sank as he remembered that it was he who had backed Sam into a corner. Then again, it wasn’t as if Sam hadn’t been hard. He was currently stiff as a spike, his eyes hot with lust as he they darted all over Bray’s body.
“On your hands and knees,” Sam said as he unzipped his pants.
Bray did his best to look tempting. He slowly rolled to his stomach and stuck his ass high. The cool air of the room made his skin tingle. His flesh was still warm and stinging slightly from the beating Sam had so expert
ly given. He was beginning to feel that he was in way over his head, both with the sex games they were playing and with Sam himself.
“This ass could tempt a saint,” Sam growled as he pressed his palms to Bray’s cheeks and slightly spread them.
The click of the lube bottle opening had Bray on edge. His ass was sore already and that final spank had been directly on his hole. How would that affect the burn when Sam stretched him?
Bray sucked in a breath when Sam breached him with a fingertip. The sting was sharp but not unbearable. Sam didn’t go gently either. He pressed his entire finger in to the webbing, and if Bray had to guess, it was his longest digit, his middle one.
The zap of pain intensified until the pad of Sam’s finger grazed Bray’s prostate. The pleasure was also strong. Up until that moment, Bray had been pretty much flaccid. That one bump to his hot spot had him thickening, hardening. When Sam pulled his finger out, Bray whimpered at the loss.
Sam leaned over him and pressed his chest to Bray’s back. He bent and bit gently at Bray’s earlobe. His hard, bare cock was gliding up and down Bray’s crease. Bray arched his back just an inch more and the bare head of Sam’s dick caught on the raised flesh of his opening. They both gasped.
“I’m not going to prep you any more than that,” Sam whispered in his ear. “The stretch will hurt so good.”
Bray groaned as his cock filled to full hardness and began to bob in anticipation. He had to stop himself from stuttering out a request to fuck bare. The crinkle and tear of the condom wrapper were almost jarring and painful to his ears.
Then he felt the bulb of Sam’s cockhead press against him. Sam placed a hand on each of Bray’s shoulders. He didn’t stop to let Bray adjust once he passed the tight ring of muscle. He just continued to slowly press forward.
“Color,” Sam demanded.
“Green. Please. Fucking green.”
Sam snapped his hips forward until he was fully seated. Bray sucked in a breath at all the sensations bombarding him. Yes, there was pain, but there was also pleasure, and both were strong. Sam pulled back until only his tip remained lodged inside. Again Bray begged. Again Sam thrust forward.
Sam began an unforgiving pace, one that didn’t allow Bray to adjust to being so full or so empty. On every pass, the ridge of Sam’s dick plucked Bray’s prostate.
It had been less than thirty minutes since the most intense orgasm of his life. Bray should have been embarrassed at how close he was to blowing his load. But between the tight grip Sam had on his shoulders and the groans wrenching from Sam’s throat, Bray couldn’t bring himself to care.
His ass was burning, but his cock was leaking like a sieve. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to sit down for days. Hell, he’d probably have to sleep on his stomach all night, but the sweet fire spread from his ass out to his entire body.
Sam released one of his shoulders and reached down to wrap his hand around Bray’s neglected dick. One stroke from Sam’s tight fist and Bray threw out a warning.
“I’m close.”
“Thank fuck,” Sam said, “because I’m there.”
Those words were what threw Bray over the edge. He bit his arm to keep from screaming at the flames that licked through him, followed by the most intense pleasure he’d ever felt. Even as his body floated with elation, his mind sank in despair.
He’d never known he needed this. The pain wasn’t bad. Bray had been shot and stabbed. His body had been battered. The pain Sam offered was nothing in comparison, and yet it was the perfect balance to the pleasure he made Bray feel.
The praise Sam gave in the bedroom was something he needed as well, something he craved. And he couldn’t just pop anyone into the role Sam was filling. It was Sam he wanted and that was exactly what he couldn’t have.
Bray soaked in the pleasure he felt when Sam fell on top of him. The weight was warm and comforting.
“How do you know?” Bray asked.
“Know?”
He wanted to ask how Sam could look at someone and know that they needed to be dominated. That question was unfortunately not conducive to their act as lovers.
“How do you know when I need pleasure and when I need pain?”
“I try to read your body.”
Bray nodded, though he wasn’t fully satisfied with the answer. Exhaustion began to pull him under so quickly that he could only moan a protest at the cold air assaulting him when Sam’s weight lifted from his back.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sam
Sam wanted to punch the smirk right off Ax’s face. Bray had been loud the night before. He’d been loud when Sam had woken him before dawn and he’d been loud a third time this morning in the shower.
It wasn’t Ax who Sam was pissed at and they both knew it. He’d wanted to make last night good for Bray. He’d selfishly wanted to make it so good that the kid would feel him for days and remember him for years. That, and after Sam had realized what a good fit they were, he couldn’t keep his hands or his dick to himself.
“Shut up,” Sam grumbled.
Ax snorted in response. Bray, who had been staring out of the window of the car, turned to look between the two of them.
“You two are like an old married couple,” Bray said.
“The fuck you say,” Ax growled.
“No, seriously. It’s like you’re constantly bickering, but you know each other so well you don’t even have to open your mouths. Nick and I used to be like that.”
“So we’re more like twins. I can get behind that. Sam’s too…top-y for me.”
It was Bray’s turn to snort, but it turned into a laugh. Sam found himself smiling as well.
“Well, now we all know what position Ax prefers,” Bray said.
“I like variety. Besides, I figured it’s only fair, since I know exactly where you guys stand,” Ax quipped.
When the smile fell from Bray’s face and his cheeks pinked, Sam reached over and lightly punched the back of Ax’s seat. The jolt did nothing to curb Ax’s laughter.
“Look at him defending your honor,” Ax said. “It’s so cute. I’ve never seen Sam so protective.”
“You haven’t known me that long, asshole.”
“How long have you two worked together?” Bray asked.
“’Bout a year,” Ax responded. “Before that I was working on my own.”
“On your own? You mean without…” Bray left the sentence hanging.
“Government assistance?” Ax threw it out as a joke, but it was probably what Bray meant.
“But why?”
Sam and Ax both stiffened at the question.
“Sorry,” Bray said. “I didn’t mean to pry.”
“It’s all right, kid. I’m looking for something. And I realized I have a much better chance at finding it with government assistance.”
As they got closer to the compound, Bray pulled that silver coin out of his pocket. Sam watched as he tested the weight of it, then he began flipping it over and under each of his fingers. Sam liked watching the smooth way, he moved the coin but he didn’t like what it signified.
“For luck?” Sam nodded to Brays hands.
“Sort of. I have two of them. I was… Here. I wanted to give one to you.”
After handing one to Sam, Bray took out the matching piece of silver and began threading it through his fingers.
Like Bray had done, Sam tested the weight of it in his hand. He tossed it up and caught it before turning it over and over to look more closely at it. He had no idea what kind of currency it was.
On the front was a woman’s likeness. Sam wasn’t aware of many nations who put a woman on their currency. The woman wasn’t the Queen of England. There was no denomination on the coin. Wondering if it was some type of collector’s item, Sam flipped it over. On the back was an embossed image of a honeybee. Circling the bee were words that looked to be Latin, but he had no idea what they said.
Sam used his fingers to press the now-warm metal to his palm. Knowing Bray had two intri
gued him. Was this something he shared with his twin? Even knowing it wasn’t one of a kind, the coin had to be rare, and he was touched that Bray would let him keep one, even though they both knew there was no future for them.
When Ax pulled through the gates of Kozak and Andreiko’s compound, Sam pocketed the coin. He’d received a text from Mase that there had been some fighting, but things were going his way.
Usually mafia had a hierarchy, much like the military, but Kozak’s group and Andreiko’s group coming together had been a merger of sorts. Jazz had received intel that the groups had been combined at the request of their US partners. Why have two isolated operations that were sometimes duplicating effort? Drugs and human trafficking went hand-in-hand.
One of Kozak’s men walked alongside their car, directing them as Ax drove between the buildings at a snail’s pace.
“They’re going to separate us,” Sam told Bray. “Do me a favor and keep your mouth shut. The guy watching you will likely be a total homophobe. He might try to insult you to get you to talk, to instigate a fight.”
“I won’t talk.”
“Other option is, they’ll try to seem friendly. Still just keep your mouth shut,” Sam said.
“Go for stoic. Got it.” Bray smirked.
“This isn’t a joke, Bray.”
“Sam, I’m not being flip, but I’m scared. I was scared when they were bringing me here alone and I wasn’t sure you were still here. Now, I know you and Ax have my six, so I feel a little more confident.”
“We’re still outnumbered at least ten to one.”
“I won’t talk,” Bray said.
He touched Sam’s knee when he said it. The gesture had Sam relaxing a fraction, but as soon as Bray was out of view, Sam felt a pinch of stress between his shoulder blades. He had to make an effort not to hurry his stride and try to get this meeting over with.
When he sat at the table across from Andreiko and Kozak, Sam nodded a hello at each of them. Mase stood in the corner of the room, his mouth kicking up for just a second, and Sam felt relieved.