Make Me Soar (34 page)

“I could do this all night.”

Dorian whimpered, his body rippling with every glide of Alan’s shaft inside him. Alan filled him in long, fluid strokes, hands now caressing Dorian’s inner thighs, belly, and chest as his body found its rhythm. Dorian shivered, and his breathing quickened. His hips rolled as he attempted to push down on Alan’s dick, body straining to increase the pace. His cock lay against his belly, a stony length of flesh.

Alan leaned forward until their faces were inches apart, Dorian’s breath on his lips. He narrowed the gap and kissed him, sliding his tongue into his mouth. Dorian fed him the sweetest sounds, legs coming up to grip Alan’s waist, moving in sync with him now. His hands were on Alan’s back, stroking him, caressing him. Heat radiated through Alan when he felt Dorian’s body lose its tension. Alan stroked his cock in and out, pushing deeper with each thrust and pulling out farther, the pace unchanged. Joy surged through his body at the sight of Dorian finally letting him control their coupling, his legs relaxing, falling open.

“That’s it, just like that.” Alan locked eyes with him, nodding.

Dorian’s face glowed, and his smile made Alan go weak at the knees.
So beautiful when he truly submits….
The thought sent a jolt of desire racing from his balls to his head. He kissed him, swallowing more of those sweet moans and cries as he rocked in and out of Dorian, a never-ending series of long hot glides into tight heaven. The feel of Dorian’s rigid cock brushing against his abs while he undulated on top of him sent shivers through him.

Dorian’s breathing hitched. “Sir, I… I need to come.”

Alan could feel Dorian’s body tightening around his dick, the telltale signs that his orgasm was imminent. Then he remembered the cock cage. It had been almost a week since Dorian’s illicit climax in the shower.

“Hold it back just a little while longer,” he said breathlessly. “Wait for me.”

Dorian nodded, lips parted. “Sir.” He clutched Alan’s shoulders, fingers digging into the firm flesh, breathing faster now, body quivering beneath him, that tight hole gripping his cock. Dorian groaned. “S-so good.”

His internal muscles massaged Alan’s dick, pulling his orgasm from him. The burning sensation began in Alan’s balls, sending a tingling along his cock and electricity shooting up his spine, signaling the inevitability of his climax.

The sight of Dorian balanced on the edge of orgasm, waiting for him, was too much. “Come for me. Come
with
me.”

Dorian’s eyes were huge, mouth open, a full-body shudder pulsing through him as his dick throbbed, come erupting over his chest. He arched up off the bed, body jolting, his eyes rolling back in his head, violent shivers coursing through him, cock spurting its last drops onto his abs.

Waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed through Alan as he came, deep inside Dorian’s heat. He claimed Dorian’s mouth in a breathless kiss, Dorian clutching his back, his body taut. Alan plundered that sweet mouth, his cock buried to the hilt in Dorian’s channel. His abs were sticky with Dorian’s come, their bodies pressed together, lips and tongues meeting in an erotic collision.

At last Dorian’s body relaxed its grip on his dick, and Alan eased out of him, shifting his weight to lie beside him. He removed the condom and tied it off, then dropped it to the floor. Only then did he feel the evening chill in the air as his heated flesh cooled. Alan got off the bed and went to the landing where Dorian’s still-damp towel lay by the door. He brought it back to the bed and wiped over Dorian’s torso, removing all traces of his orgasm. Then he pulled back the duvet, and they both climbed under it. He gazed down at Dorian’s flushed face, the rise and fall of his chest steadier now, the pearly skin at his throat almost translucent.

Something’s missing
.

Alan opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet and withdrew Dorian’s collar. He held it out, draped over his palm, and Dorian’s eyes widened. He swallowed and lifted his head and shoulders from the pillow while Alan slipped the collar around his neck, securing it with the small padlock. Dorian ran his fingers over it, as if reassuring himself of its presence. He looked up at Alan, eyes suddenly bright.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Alan bent low and kissed him on the lips, lingering for a moment. He lay down on his back, arm outstretched in invitation, and Dorian was at his side in an instant, Alan’s arm encircling him. Warmth flooded through him to feel the familiar weight of Dorian’s head on his chest. Alan reached over to switch off the lamp and then pulled Dorian closer still, loving the feel of soft skin over lean flesh, pressed up against his body. The semidarkness enveloped them, the duvet cocooning them in its softness.

“I missed this. Missed you.” The night hid his warm face, and a wonderful feeling of lightness welled up within him, as if his world had just slipped back onto its rightful path. His body felt totally relaxed, limbs loose, tension melted away. As he drifted off to sleep, he caught Dorian’s whisper.

“I missed you too.”

“Y
OU
HAVEN
’
T
heard a word I’ve said, have you?”

Dorian gave a start. “Sorry?” Justin was sitting across from him in Debenhams’ coffee shop, their table tucked away in the corner. Justin wore a wry smile of amusement. Dorian bit his lip. “Oh, sorry. You were talking about your partner, the one George House Trust set you up with?” He straightened, clasping his hands together on the table in front of him. “Go on, I’m all ears.”

Justin laughed. “That can wait. I want to know where your head’s been ever since you got here.” He sipped his coffee and gazed inquiringly at Dorian. “So come on, spill.”

“Have I been that bad?” Justin’s smirk was answer enough. Dorian let out a sigh and slumped into his chair. “I can’t get last night out of my mind.” Just thinking about it sent waves of warmth radiating from his core, until his cheeks felt like they were on fire.

“Ooh!” Justin waggled his eyebrows. “Did your big bad Dom chain you up and whip you into a frenzy of lust?” When Dorian stared at him, mouth open, Justin grinned. “Well, isn’t that what you do?”

Dorian became still. Once upon a time, yes, but…. “Last night was… different.”

Justin regarded him intently. “Go on.”

The urge to tell someone welled up in him. “Can I be honest?”

Justin smiled. “With me, always.”

Dorian nodded and took a drink of coffee, inhaling its rich aroma. “When we were together, we weren’t
really
typical boyfriends, were we? I mean, it’s not like we were in love or anything.”

Justin snorted. “If we’re being honest?” Dorian nodded once more. “You were a hot hole for my cock. Any nights we spent together were either in a club or in bed while I fucked your brains out.” His eyebrows knitted. “God, I was so young and horny.”

Dorian wasn’t about to disagree. Justin had been his first introduction to sex, and they’d fucked every opportunity they got. He looked across at Justin’s pensive face. “I think we’re better as friends, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” Justin gave him a warm smile. “I much prefer us as we are now.” He tilted his head. “What are you thinking?”

“I think last night was so different because….” He closed his eyes briefly, overwhelmed by the image of Alan above him in bed, his lips on Dorian’s while he slowly filled him with that thick cock. Dorian opened his eyes and shivered. “Okay, this might be a case of TMI, but it didn’t feel like Alan was fucking me. It was almost like he was…
loving
me.” He swallowed. “It was nothing like I’ve ever experienced, and that’s saying something.”

Justin frowned. “I don’t understand. I thought BDSM was, like, floggers and whips, chains, leather….”

Dorian smiled. “You’ve been watching too much stuff on the Internet.” But he knew Justin had a point. “If we’re being honest, that was
my
experience of BDSM, until recently. Last night was all about me submitting to Alan, yes, but in a way I’ve never done before. It was slow—my
God
, it was slow—and he never stopped touching me, kissing me, making me
feel
.”

Justin regarded him intently. “Then it was a
good
different, yeah?”

The memory of Alan’s kiss that morning, slow and tender, rose up in his mind. “Yeah. It was amazing.” Dorian was used to waking up the morning after a good fucking, feeling sore but happy. That morning he’d awoken with a warm glow inside him and in such a good mood. The feel of Alan’s collar around his neck once more had been the icing on the cake.

He gave himself a little shake. “Okay, enough about me. Tell me about this guy—Shawn? How did your first meeting go?”

Justin smiled. “It was good. He’s been positive for about four years now. He was telling me about his meds, about how he has a routine to make sure he takes them regularly.”

“Yeah, ’cause if you don’t, you get resistance to them, don’t you? And then you might have to change your treatment.” Dorian finished his coffee. “Did he have any side effects? Not that everyone gets them, I know.”

Justin shook his head, smiling. “You are amazing, do you know that?”

Dorian’s ears were suddenly red hot. “Excuse me?” He squirmed in his chair.

Justin relaxed his posture. “You did all this research on HIV, just to support me. Look how you were when I got my results. You talked with me, explained things to me, kept me calm. I know I called you because I figured you’d keep your head and not overreact, like some of the losers I’ve dated, but….” He sighed. “You didn’t get down with me and indulge in a pity party. You just told me what I needed to hear, but in a way that made me feel like you really understood.” His face glowed. “And it was exactly what I needed. I think you have a gift.”

Now Dorian’s face and neck felt impossibly hot.

Justin smiled. “You don’t like being praised, do you?”

He gave an embarrassed shrug. “I just don’t know how to react. I’m the same way when Alan is telling me I’m—” Then he stopped, face on fire. There were some things he
didn’t
want to share.

Justin’s quiet laugh rolled out of him. “Okay, okay, I get it. TMI.” He studied Dorian for a moment. “But I meant every word. You’d make a good counselor, y’know.”

Dorian cleared his throat. “Oh, I don’t know about
that
. I’m just glad I was able to be there when you needed me.” Justin’s words made his chest swell, however. It made him feel good that Justin wanted to meet with him like this. Maybe good was too weak a word. Being able to support Justin brought Dorian a sense of fulfillment he’d not experienced before.

It felt
bloody
good.

A
LAN
PUT
the plates into the kitchen cabinet while Dorian made coffee. Alan watched him out of the corner of his eye. Something was going on with his sub. Ever since he’d come home after meeting Justin, there’d been an energy about him. The lad was almost
vibrating
with it. It had crossed Alan’s mind for the briefest of moments that something had happened between Dorian and his ex, but he quickly dismissed it. It didn’t escape him that his motives for such swift dismissals were purely selfish. The thought of Dorian with
anyone
made all the muscles in his stomach tighten and his breathing quicken.

Dorian had disappeared into his room for most of the day, which only made Alan more curious to know what was going on. He’d sat in the lounge, his laptop open in front of him, not that he’d gotten a lot of work done. He’d spent the time going over the previous evening in his head: the sounds Dorian had made when they’d kissed on the landing; the feeling of triumph when Dorian had given up trying to force the pace and simply let it happen; the way his body had felt, wrapped around Alan’s cock; and finally that glorious moment when they’d both succumbed to orgasm.

Then there was the all-consuming desire that had built in him, to the point where he could think of nothing else but Dorian. Pride filled him when he thought about how far Dorian had come. Berlin seemed a lifetime ago. What had seemed such a horrific episode had proved the catalyst for change. The more Alan discovered about Dorian, the more he liked what he saw.

How can this one sub have come to mean so much to me in such a short time?

It was a question that he turned over and over in his mind in the quiet of the afternoon.

Alan had sat quietly and reflected on his past relationships, analyzing what had gone wrong. Had he
ever
devoted so much time and patience to a submissive? It occurred to him that maybe once he’d found a sub with the potential to be more, he’d always been in a hurry to see if he was indeed the one. And yet of all those subs, Alan had never let one in as much as he’d let Dorian.

Last night’s sex had opened Alan’s eyes. When morning arrived, with it came a greater awareness of what he felt for Dorian. Alan couldn’t deny that finally being inside him had been exquisite, but what filled him with warmth was the look on Dorian’s face when he rolled over in bed and found Alan watching him. That slow smile had sent a tingle across Alan’s skin, and he hadn’t been able to resist moving closer to hold Dorian while he kissed him….