Vann's Victory (4 page)

“Yes.”

Kip’s cock jumped.

Vann wanted to see when Kip’s cock hardened, to get to know what set him off. “I’m going to slap that pretty little ass of yours while you’re bending over the bed.”

There. Kip’s dick expanded, lengthened—not fully erect but…

“And I’m going to enjoy seeing how pink it gets.”

More dick reaction.

“And I’m going to love hearing you cry out, begging me to do it again and again.”

“You see, Sir? See what you’ve done?” Kip looked up at him, staring for a few seconds then lowering his head once more.

“Oh, I see it all right. Your hard cock, the way it’s standing up, almost touching your belly.” Vann hesitated, wishing he could give Kip several instructions at once, thinking they needed to hurry then realizing they didn’t. “Touch it.”

Kip immediately wrapped his fingers around his erection, and Vann knew the weightiness of it, how it felt against his palm. Kip mentally opened up and transferred his emotions, thinking something Vann would never have imagined Kip would want.

“So you want to jerk off at the
window
?” Vann widened his eyes. He tried to come to terms with that. His Kip, needing to…expose himself?

“Yes, Sir. I want the risk of being seen. I want the freedom of it—the freedom of choice. If I
am
seen, it doesn’t mean death or separation from you now, just a shocked viewer at the least and a tap on the wrist from the police if we’re reported at the most. But we’ll be careful, won’t we, Sir? Just being at the window will be enough—the thought, the idea of being caught will be enough. I don’t have to show…all of me to whoever might be outside.”

The scenario flashed through Vann’s mind, and he had to admit that fuck, it was a turn-on. For someone to catch sight of Kip like that, and Vann knowing Kip was his, that whoever watched couldn’t have him…

“How much do you want this?” Vann asked.

“Can’t you feel it? Don’t you know, Sir?”

Vann’s desire grew. “Get over to the window, damn it.”

Kip walked across the room, his body movements lithe, precise, fluid. Jeez, Vann loved him.

“That’s it. Stand there—right there. They’ll only be able to see your face, your chest, but when you jerk off…” Vann coughed. “They’ll see the top of your arm moving. They’ll know exactly what you’re doing. Oh, God, do it. Do it now.”

Vann remained with his back pressed to the wall. No way could he go over there with Kip at the moment. If he did, he’d fuck him in the ass seven ways to Sunday.

Kip started up a slow rhythm, staring down at…what, a car park? The street? Vann’s mind was scrambled and he couldn’t recall what their window faced.

“What’s out there?” Vann demanded.

“The road outside the airport, Sir. The cabs. People…”

“Christ Almighty. Tell me about the people. What are they doing?” Vann resisted taking his own cock in hand.

“Waiting for cabs, Sir. Talking.” Kip worked himself faster. “Oh! Someone’s turned to stare at the hotel.”

“Shit.” This was hot—hotter than Vann thought it should be. The risk, the freedom—it was going to get to him if he didn’t rein in his emotions. “Man or woman?”

“Man. He’s… I think he’s seen me.” Kip gripped the sill with his free hand. His fingers bent at the middle knuckles, and he pressed the tips against the wood, the skin going whiter from the pressure.

“You’re almost there?”
Vann could have kicked himself for slipping into the old habit. He repeated himself aloud, voice cracked.

“Yes, Sir, this is… Please…”

The vision of the belt flew through Vann’s mind, sent to him from Kip. He strode over to the window, standing close behind Kip—close enough that Kip’s elbow jabbed him in the stomach as he played with his cock. The man outside stood on the path, staring up at their window, his eyebrows raised. For a second or two Vann’s instinct was to drag Kip away. That guy could be anyone, someone sent to find them, to follow them. But his face showed his surprise and intrigue, not recognition.

He wasn’t someone Vann found attractive—and Kip didn’t either, judging by Kip’s thoughts and feelings. But that didn’t matter. It was just knowing the man was watching that did the trick. Vann’s stomach rolled over, and for a second or two he forgot the rules in their new life. Possibly because they could still get into trouble if they were caught, just in a different way.

“Ah, jeez, he knows what you’re doing,” Vann said. “How does that make you feel?”

“Alive, Sir. Like I can do anything I want, within reason.”

Vann stepped back to give himself room to use the belt but to also give Kip his moment—just Kip and the watching stranger. Vann would stay in the background, giving Kip his other dream.

A whipping.

“Prepare yourself,” Vann warned.

Instead of tensing his back muscles, Kip bent over a little, jutting his ass out. He spread his legs, balls swaying with his movements on his dick. The sight was beautiful, and Vann grew hornier. Would he last through the scene without coming too soon? Their former trysts had been over so fast that he hadn’t needed to master the art of control. Now, he fought to hold off his orgasm, balancing on an edge he’d never stood on before.

“I’m going to use the belt now,” he said.

“Please, Sir. Yes, please.” Kip masturbated faster, harder, stuck his ass out farther.

Vann held the buckle then wrapped some of the belt around his hand, leaving enough length that would give Kip the smack he needed but not hurt too much. This was their first time doing something like this. Previously, fantasies were all they’d had. They’d shared thoughts about how it might feel, and to be honest, Vann had told himself they’d never get the opportunity to find out. Getting away from Crossways had seemed unattainable. And imagining was nothing like the real thing, as Vann was quickly finding out. The feel of the belt, the squeeze of it in his hand… Man, what would using it be like if his cock throbbed the way it was just by him preparing to strike? Would he come where he stood?

Before his need for release overtook him, Vann concentrated on what he was about to do. He’d tested this out on himself before, lightly striking then progressing to using more force. He had some idea of how hard he should hit, but doing it to someone else might be different. Vann had felt pain—the kind he didn’t want. How would it feel for Kip, who wanted it to hurt? How much hurt did Kip need to satisfy his craving?

“Just do it, Sir. However hard you want. I need… That man’s still staring and I…” Kip’s knees gave way and he groaned, slowing his speed a little.

“Do
not
come,” Vann ordered, realizing things might have gone too fast already. “Not until I give you permission.”

Kip slowed his jerks.

Vann positioned himself side-on then raised the belt, worried he’d make a mess of this but wanting to hurry so that Kip got what he was desperate for. Vann brought the belt down in an arc. The sound of it smacking into the flesh of Kip’s ass was loud—louder than Vann had expected. Kip jolted his pelvis forward, almost colliding into the wall below the window. Kip moaned then sighed in pleasure.

Vann struck him again, harder this time, and watched in fascination as a pink welt blossomed on his skin.

“Oh! Sir… More, please?”

Vann obliged, going for one last bite of leather on ass cheek, not wanting to overwhelm Kip for his first time being flogged. The crack of sound had Vann’s balls drawing up, and he sucked in a sharp breath to focus on not coming.

“Ah! Enough, Sir.” Kip looked over his shoulder at Vann. “Come here. Please?”

Vann let the belt unwind from his hand. He let it go and it fell to the floor, the buckle thudding. He stepped over it, eager to get to the window, to get closer to Kip. Vann stared through the glass. The man had gone to sit on a bench, one arm braced on the back, his free hand up against his forehead, as though he was shielding his eyes from the waning sun.

“That’s not for the sun,” Vann said. “He’s done that to get a better look at you. See his face? The way he’s trying to keep a neutral expression? He doesn’t want anyone else to know what he’s doing, watching a man jerking off. But he likes it all right. Yeah, he likes seeing my mate fucking himself.”

“Oh, Sir…what you said—that’s what I meant earlier. Certain things you say, the way you say them… I can’t… Sir, please may I come?”

“No.”

Kip whimpered, his hand working so furiously Vann was amazed his sub could keep that speed up without spurting spunk all over the wall.

“You see how he’s sitting? He’s got a hard dick, that man.” Vann breathed heavily. “He’s as hard as rock and wishes he could jab your ass with his dick. He wants my mate—but he can’t have him. No, you’re mine, and only I’m allowed in your ass.”

Vann brushed his lips down the side of Kip’s neck. He rested his hand on Kip’s stomach, covering Kip’s jerk-off hand with his other. He closed his eyes.

“How does your ass feel? Tell me.”

“Hot. So hot, Sir. And sore but in a good way.”

“So you liked it then?”

“I loved it.”

“Good, but maybe you’ll love my cock in your ass more. Maybe you’ll love me fucking you from behind, knowing that guy can see us.”

“I will, Sir. Oh, God, I will.”

“Then I’ll get the lube.”

Chapter Four

Kip held his breath. This was sublime. Together like this, without any worries apart from that man down there calling the cops… He wished they’d been able to do this long ago, but there was no sense in wallowing in the past. Not when nothing could be changed. They’d done the best they could in the circumstances, and although it had never been enough as he’d always needed more, he’d been content.

He waited for the cold touch of gel. Where Vann had gotten lube from he didn’t know, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to query it now. His dick had gone numb from jerking off but he just needed permission from Vann to come and all feeling would return. He’d shut off his need, although it had been difficult what with the man outside still enjoying the free show and Vann behind him, close enough for Kip to feel his body heat but not
close enough
. Kip wanted skin on skin, for Vann to press his body against his, to be made to feel whole. He wanted to cry out, to express himself by using his voice instead of biting his tongue and clamping his lips shut.

This… What they were doing… It could have been seen as sordid, for him to want a stranger to ogle him. And perhaps it could also have been seen as Kip being disloyal to Vann. Kip wanting more than Vann, another partner. But it wasn’t like that. The guy on the bench was nothing more than a symbol of what Kip and Vann had never had—freedom to be with one another without fear of being caught by Bennett or his men. To be able to say, without words, ‘Hey, we’re together, we love each other’, was amazing.

The cold lube he’d been anticipating came, slathered down his ass crack then swirled around his hole. He sighed loudly, holding back a groan then letting it out when he remembered he could make whatever noise he liked now. Vann massaged his hole, circling the pucker. Kip clenched his cheeks on instinct, trapping Vann’s fingers, then he relaxed as the fluid warmed.

“I heard what you thought,” Vann said, “and I’d never think you’d want another man. I understand why you need this.”

Vann continued circling a fingertip around Kip’s entrance. The feeling in Kip’s cock came back, a great smack of lust that had him dragging in a deep breath.

“Oh, Sir! I need…”

“I know what you need.”

Vann slid a fingertip inside, Kip’s rim clamping it tight. Vann eased in some more then added another, scissoring to expand the opening. Kip gave in to it, bearing down so pain didn’t have a mind to rip through him. Vann pushed in then pulled out, repeating the motion until, when he brushed Kip’s sweet spot, Kip let out a ragged moan. How had they fucked in silence for so long? How had they managed to get intimate for such a short amount of time and be fulfilled?

We weren’t. Not really. I realize that now. And oh, Vann can really be who he’s meant to be now. My Master. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for us in the future. I want him to do whatever he wants. I want him to do it right now.

Taking his fingers out then fingering the pucker of muscle, Vann whispered, “You’re ready.”

Kip nodded, unable to respond because damn, he was almost there. If he didn’t focus on waiting, on obeying his Master, he’d come.

Vann pressed the end of his cock to Kip’s hole. Kip bent a bit more at the waist, shoving his ass back so that Vann’s tip got sucked inside. The stretch—God, the stretch was like nothing else, all wicked heat and the searing longing to be stretched even more.

Reading Kip’s emotions, Vann slid in fully, keeping still when he was in up to his balls. Kip held his breath, loving the sensation of being filled to capacity. He relaxed some more, slowing down on his own cock. It throbbed in time with the pulsing heat in his ass—Vann’s cock, Vann just as greedy for release as Kip was.

Withdrawing slowly, Vann toyed with Kip’s nipples, twisting them so sharp pains shot from there outwards, springing goosebumps on Kip’s skin. Then Vann thrust in, and Kip cried out, jerking himself faster, gripping the sill harder.

“He’s watching us both now,” Vann said, pumping in and out of his ass with no mercy. “And he knows you’re mine and I’m yours. I bet he can see it on our faces—the love, the need. And he wants it for himself but”—Vann pushed in, a fierce thrust—“he can’t have it. Not with you. Not with me.” He sped up, his cock gliding easily with the lube. “Never, because we belong to each other.”

“Yes, Sir. Yes. Oh, I’m…”

“Come. Come all over my damn fingers so I can lick it off after.” Vann lowered one hand from a nipple. He cupped his palm over the end of Kip’s dick. “Fuck yourself. Go on, fuck yourself hard.”

Kip needed no more encouragement. He let his mind receive all the messages his body threw at it.

Touch me. Fuck me. You feel so good against me, Sir.

If Vann told him to hold back again now, Kip would fail. It was too late for that. Cum seemed to swirl in his balls before shooting up his cock. His dick veins pulsed on his palm, his ass was on fire from the rapid friction and his heart… His heart was at one with his mate’s.