Another way (23 page)

“Permission… permission to make a noise, Master?” I gasped.

“Denied,” he said happily. His tongue was back on my ass as soon as the word was out of his mouth.

Even being allowed to whimper would be something, but not having a gag or anything to hold back my pleasure was verging on torture. I thought he’d tortured me before—I was clearly wrong. He’d managed to insinuate himself inside of me now and his tongue was wriggling around just inside my ass where I was so fucking sensitive, and I knew, I just fucking knew I could come from this alone.

“Permission to come, Master?”

“Oh, no. No way,” he said, clearly delighted.

I dropped my head back to the bench and forced my mind away, out of the room and to somewhere else where coming or my cock or Master’s tongue in my ass weren’t something I had to worry about.

It wasn’t any good, though. Maybe it was because my skin was so smooth and perfect now. I felt everything. I tried to hold back, and hold back, until I was sure that blood vessels were going to fucking explode, then I did, coming with a scream and shooting at thin air underneath me and with nothing touching my cock at all.

“Naughty boy,” Master said as he stood. He sounded too pleased with himself—I was sure he’d made me come on purpose, just so he could punish me. I didn’t care. It had been awesome and worth whatever he was going to dish out next.

Sure enough, he returned with a paddle and proceeded to warm my ass with heavy, measured strokes. His free hand held me steady on my lower back, and I didn’t bother to disguise my cries of pain, then pain laced with residual pleasure, as he beat me.

“Well done, sweetheart,” he said as he rubbed my sore ass, easing the pain before he moved away again to put the paddle away.

When he returned, he unhooked me from the bench and had me kneel for him. I immediately lurched forward, wanting to take his achingly hard cock in my mouth, but he stepped back out of my reach with a playful tut.

I hadn’t noticed the long, thin piece of leather in his hand until he looped it and smacked it into the opposite palm. It took me a moment to realize what it was—the little silver clip on the end gave it away. Master raised an eyebrow at me, then leaned in to clip the leash onto the ring at the back of my collar. This wasn’t new to us, but he knew it was far from being one of my favorite things.

“I need to come,” he said seriously.

“Let me make you come, Master,” I begged.

“I want you to do to me what I just did to you.”

I nodded. “I’ve never done that before.”

“Neither had I until a few minutes ago,” he smiled, brushing his fingers through my hair. He tugged on the leash gently, and I followed him to where he stood in front of the spanking bench, propping his foot up on the place where I usually knelt, bracing his hand on the waist support.

A second tug on the leash brought me much closer to him, and with an errant thought of
what the fuck
, I leaned in and spread his cheeks with the palms of my hands.

It was certainly new, different, but not bad. It took me a few minutes of exploring until I found my comfort zone, paying plenty of attention to the spot just behind his balls where I knew he was extra-sensitive and where my touches would drive him crazy. I thought it was slightly unfair that he was groaning very loudly and gasping when I did something he liked. It felt fucking amazing and holding back from making a noise had killed me.

I noticed that his cock was leaking, and I tugged it back so I could suck the pre-cum from the tip of his cock, bathing it with attention before returning to his puckered hole.

“Fuck, Jesse,” Master cried, yanking on the leash to make me tongue-fuck him harder. I could tell he was close, and I went to work, trying to make him come like I had.

He had impressive stamina; it still only took another minute of work before he yelled and came hard, spilling onto the floor like I had done before him. I kissed down the backs of his thighs, wanting to show him how much I worshipped every inch of his body.

“Good boy,” Master whispered, and I gracefully moved into my waiting position for him. “Good boy.”

Chapter Seventeen

I
T
WAS
dark, and I was holding him. Nothing else mattered.

Or maybe he was holding me.

It had been a long couple of days, shit had gone down, and we were getting over it. With every day that passed, I felt stronger in myself and so much more secure in our relationship. Laura was right; finding the balance was hard, but once you found it, then things were good.

I was sitting on his lap, and we were kissing slowly. His iPod was docked and he claimed it was set to shuffle, but I didn’t believe him. The songs that were playing had gotten progressively more sweet and romantic. I considered calling him out on it, but really, it was too nice to have someone go to that amount of effort for me.

“Jesse,” he said slowly, his mouth wrapping around my name while still pressed to my lips. “Take me to bed.”

It took me long moments of trying to decipher his words while his tongue and fingertips eased me into a blaze of lust. Then it snapped. He wanted me to take him to bed. To
bed.

“Are you sure?” I murmured.

“Oh, yeah. I want you, baby. So bad.”

“Okay. Okay.”

I slid off his legs and offered him my hand. We laced our fingers together as I led him up the stairs to our room. My instinct was to let him take control, but that wasn’t going to work. Gently, carefully, I pulled him to my chest and angled his head to kiss him deeply again. My hands gripped at his waist and Will wrapped his arms around my shoulders, seeming utterly relaxed and confident in me. I tried to let some of that rub off on me.

We undressed each other unhurriedly, in-between kisses that stayed at a constant, familiar level. The time would come for frantic kissing and painful grasps, but this wasn’t it. Will’s tongue was driving me to distraction as he thumbed through the button on my jeans; his hands slid around and under two layers of fabric to gently stroke my bare ass. I smiled against his lips and relaxed into the familiar balance of his arms around me.

I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. He pushed my jeans and boxers down off my hips, and as I stepped out of my clothes, I attached my lips to his nipple and worked his jeans off too. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Don’t be nervous,” Will said, kissing over my eyelids.

“I can’t help it. This is a big deal.”

“But it’s me, Jesse.”

“I know,” I sighed. I opened my eyes and met his, filled with so much love and trust.

I smirked at him and pushed his chest until his knees hit the back of the bed, then more until he was lying out in front of me. I climbed up his body until we were flush against each other—joined at thighs, hips, chest, then lips. His arms held me, kept me there.

I looked down into wide brown eyes, and knew this was the moment.

“I love you,” I murmured.

Will frowned slightly. Then he smiled.

“Show me,” he said.

Show him. Oh, god. Not fucking,
making love.
That’s what I needed to do. Not just two bodies meeting for mutual pleasure, the act of creating more than the sum of two individuals. Make love to him. I could do that.

I kissed down his body, paying attention to all of the sweet spots and erogenous zones I’d come to learn over the time we’d been together. Nearly two years. Nearly two years of him loving me. And I was only just getting to show him back.

There was a lot of making up to do.

I started by kissing his hipbone, the deep V and strong bone and muscle. Will rubbed his palm through the short hair on the side of my head, gently encouraging me and letting me take all of this at my own pace. I was used to
this
of course—kissing his body, taking care of him, doing my fucking best to turn him on.

I ran my tongue around the head of his cock and gathered up his leaking arousal on my tongue, humming around him at the taste. The hand in my hair tightened and he cursed, low under his breath. After wetting my fingers in my mouth, I reached back and gently stroked his hole, wanting to tease him to a point where he was desperate for me.

“Fuck,” Will muttered, and then repeated it at regular intervals as I switched to proper lube, covering my fingers and then tossing the bottle away.

I kept my lips on, over, around his cock as I gently pushed my middle finger into him, testing his resistance, then slowly fucking him, switching to my index finger so I could search for his prostate, then back to my middle finger for depth. I could feel him trembling underneath me.

“I’m ready,” he whispered, and I had to swallow as I nodded.

Reaching for the condom and more lube, Will’s hand shot out to stop me.

“What?”

“Go bare.”

I stared at him for a long moment before I found my voice.

“Are you sure?”

Will nodded. The level of trust and love was unbelievable. We kissed again, a messy, hurried affair until he broke it off with a groan.

“Please, Jesse, I need you.”

I slicked up my cock as quickly as I could, and then positioned myself over him to gently press into his entrance.

“Oh,” I gasped as his tight heat enveloped me. My eyes flew open and set on his, watching as his expression turned from a wince to a smile.

“I’m okay,” he assured me, reaching up to cup my cheek with his palm. I turned my face to press a kiss into his hand as I pushed forward, not stopping until my thighs met the back of his legs and we were flush up against each other.

“Oh my god, Will,” I murmured.

“I know. I know. Move, for god’s sake!”

I laughed softly and rocked my hips, testing for myself how was the best way to move with him. Will was mostly silent as my eyes drifted closed and a thought chased through my mind—
Will makes it seem a lot easier than this.

It was like he could read my mind.

“Jesse. Baby.” I looked at him. “Just move. Your body knows mine. You know how to do this, relax.”

I leaned down to kiss him. He was right.

Will wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me deeper when I didn’t think that was possible, meaning he could meet my hips with every thrust of my cock. Slowly, but surely, we started to build a rhythm together that was as much about tenderness and love as it was lust and exploration. I loved him even more for giving this to me.

The fear of not lasting long started to ebb as he brought me back to Earth with his fingers and hands all over my face and hair. It was like he couldn’t stop touching me, making me real to him. It felt natural for me to keep my eyes open, watching him and his responses to what I was doing to his body, instead of closing them and being lost in the moment. I wanted to
know
when it felt good to him. I wanted to learn. This was new, and exciting, and awesome all at the same time.

Will bit down hard on his bottom lip, and I changed the angle of my body slightly so he could reach down between us and stroke his cock. My rhythm stuttered as we both started to chase our own orgasm, and then I watched, mesmerized, as his face twisted in pleasure and his come hit my stomach.

I cried out as I came, his arms gripping my biceps as I released inside another man for the first time, filling him with my hot come, marking him as mine from the inside. Then I whispered his name, over and over, until he stopped the words with his lips.

“Jesse,” he whispered. “I love you too.”

“
T
HIS
is a bad idea,” Will moaned as he paced back and forth in my room.

“Dude. Shut up. You’re whining like a little girl,” I teased him. He flopped down on the couch next to me.

Will elbowed me in the side, hard. “I’ve never introduced anyone to my friends before.”

“Wow. That must have been lonely.”

“Shut
up,
Jesse.”

I snorted with laughter and leaned over to kiss him lightly on the cheek before turning back to my laptop. “Are you going to shave?”

“Are you?” he bit back.

“No. It’s the weekend.”

“There’s the answer then.” The doorbell rang. “Oh fuck.”

I snapped my laptop shut and jumped to my feet. “I’ll get it. You go compose yourself.”

“No, wait, Jesse,” he hissed, grabbing for my jeans pocket but missing as I danced around him and scrambled down the stairs.

I pulled the door open, my heart beating quicker because of the mad dash, and was met by a shortish blond guy brandishing a six-pack of beer.

“Hey. I’m Brandon.”

“Jesse,” I said, extending my hand. “It’s good to meet you. Come in.”

Will thundered down the stairs behind me and laughed, pulled his friend into a one-armed hug.

“I met your boy,” Brandon said as we followed Will through to the kitchen.

“Yeah? He’s alright, I suppose.”

“Bastard.” Before I could say anything further, the doorbell rang again. “I’ll get it,” I said sweetly.

I opened the door to a tall black guy who introduced himself as Kelvin, and Chris, who wore square-rimmed glasses and looked like someone who worked with computers. Geeky, essentially. They both brought beer though, and seemed nice enough.