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  He’d turned himself over to this gorgeous man and was perfectly willing to let him set the pace, no matter how torturously slow it was.

  One finger had easily slid through his pucker, and Bryce smiled as he slowly finger-fucked him for a couple of minutes. He added more lube, then worked a second finger into him. Dustin’s cock twitched, pre-cum already pearling at the slit over what Bryce was doing.

  He scissored his fingers inside Dustin’s ass, finger-fucking him again for a moment before turning his hand palm up. Dustin felt Bryce’s fingers hook inside him, searching—

  He gasped as Bryce’s fingers found his prostate.

  Bryce’s right eyebrow slid up. “Yeah, buddy. Right there.” He slowly started rubbing it, stroking it, teasing him. Meanwhile, a nonstop trickle of pre-cum now flowed from the end of Dustin’s cock, slowly dripping down onto his stomach.

  “I’m not mean enough to make you hold it, either,” Bryce said. “Not tonight.” His evil smile returned. “We can work on training you for that later.”

  Holy fucking cowbells.

  What the fuck was it about this guy that Bryce was already balls-deep inside his head? He’d never felt anything like this before, mentally or physically. It was already one of the hottest sexual encounters he’d ever had in his life—even including the orgy—and they’d barely done anything yet.

  Dustin threw his head back against the couch and quit trying to hold still. He tried to rock his hips against Bryce’s hand, but then Bryce stopped moving.

  “No,” he quietly said. “Look at me.”

  Dustin forced himself to lift his head and stare down at Bryce.

  “Watch me. And I didn’t tell you to fuck my hand, boy.”

  Dustin swallowed, mesmerized. “Yes, Sir,” he whispered.

  A beaming smile filled the man’s face. “Good boy.” His hand started moving again, and Dustin kept his gaze anchored on Bryce’s blue eyes. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”

  His heart raced, pounded. “Yes, Sir.” He absofuckinglutely was Bryce’s good boy, and he’d cut a bitch who said he wasn’t.

  It also didn’t take long. As horned up as Dustin already felt, once Bryce got him close enough to the edge, Dustin felt the tipping point and, sure enough, an orgasm slammed into him. It was different than from stroking himself, not as intense in some ways, but more intense in others. Like he’d been jump-started or something was the closest thing he could think of, without the sweet, slow build normally there to help him along to a rolling boil.

  Bryce’s fingers stilled, but he didn’t remove them from Dustin’s ass. “Good boy,” he said. “Let’s do it again.”

  “Again?” Was he crazy? “Uh—”

  “Yes or no.”

  It wasn’t a question, but an order to say one or the other.

  Dustin knew saying no to Bryce for something like this would be impossible. Not because he thought Bryce wouldn’t honor it, but because he didn’t have the strength to tell him no.

  He didn’t want to fucking tell him no, either.

  “I’ll try, Sir. Yes.”

  The smile returned. “Good boy. That’s all I ask.” He moved his other hand, encircling the base of Dustin’s spent cock. Then he went down on him, licking, sucking, until, impossibly, Bryce’s mouth was starting to coax interest out of him.

  Bryce’s mouth was a thing of beauty, a masterpiece of sweet, wet heat and a tongue and lips that found every nerve ending and stroked them perfectly. He’d never been blown so well as Bryce was going down on him. This was heaven. He wasn’t a religious man but if heaven was a fraction this sweet a guy might start praying.

  Or speaking in tongues.

  Then the fingers in his ass started moving again, doing their magical little spell weaving, whatever the hell it was he was doing down there.

  Holy shit!

  It’d been years since he’d been this ready to go a second time in one night, much less this quickly after coming the first time.

  Once Dustin was fully hard, Bryce pulled Dustin’s cock from his mouth, swept his hand through the puddle of cum all over Dustin’s stomach, and used that for lube to stroke his cock.

  “Now then. Let’s do that again. I don’t expect it to feel nearly as strong, or give me as much cum, but I’m sure I can coax another one out of you.”

  It took longer, and Bryce was obviously enjoying the challenge. It was the stroking more than the fingers in his ass, Dustin thought, that got him over, but the orgasm left him trembling and spent and drained, literally and metaphorically.

  Bryce sat up, looking quite pleased with himself. He peeled the glove off inside out and dropped it onto the floor. “Now then,” he said, pointing at his cock. “What do we do about this?”

  “Maow.”

  “Shut up,” Bryce said without looking at Archer. “We didn’t ask you.”

  “Sir’s choice,” Dustin managed.

  The eyebrow slid up again, making Dustin swallow hard. “That’s a dangerous blanket statement.”

  “Within the hard limits we discussed…” He took a deep breath and dove into the deep end, hoping his friends hadn’t fucked him over with a psycho or something. “Sir’s choice.”

  Bryce grabbed Dustin’s hand and pulled him to his feet. “Well, I’m about to break one of my personal rules.”

  “What’s that?”

  “That I don’t fuck a guy on a first date. I never fuck a guy on the first date, much less on the night I first meet him.” He grabbed the lube, the towel, and the glove, and led Dustin toward the bedroom. “But I’ll be damned if I’m going to sleep before I plow that sweet ass of yours and show you who you belong to now.”

  Chapter Six

  Bryce needed his cock in this man’s ass, and he needed it now.

  First he wanted to see what his mouth felt like.

  He tossed the towel and lube onto the bed, and they detoured through the bathroom so Dustin could clean up and Bryce could ditch the used glove and wash his hands.

  Thank god Dustin wasn’t a gym rat, just a guy in decent shape, little soft around the middle but he didn’t mind that at all.

  Dat.

  Ass.

  Holy cow, he was going to enjoy the hell out of leaving marks on that gorgeous ass when they played. Dustin’s ass was tight and so were his legs, his thighs strong, muscled.

  Right now, he also wore a sweetly glazed, subspacey look. Or maybe it was his well-fucked look. Either way, it was damned adorable and twisted Bryce’s insides in a good way. Made his cock throb even harder than he was to start with.

  Bryce slapped Dustin’s ass and pointed at the floor at the end of the bed. Without needing further instruction, Dustin knelt, ready.

  Eager.

  Bryce sat on the end of the bed in front of him and spread his thighs. “Okay, boy. Nice and slow and look me in the eyes as best you can while you do it. If you’re not blindfolded, and I’m facing you, I want you to try to look me in the eyes when you’re worshipping my cock.”

  Dustin practically dove onto his cock, deep-throating him and making Bryce moan with pleasure as he slowly laved every centimeter of his cock back up to the tip. He cupped his hands around Dustin’s head, not forcing him, but letting him know who was in charge.

  Part of him wanted to shoot the load down his throat.

  Part of him wanted to hold back and put it in his ass, mark his boy sooner rather than later.

  Why not both?

  Hell, he hadn’t wanked in a couple of days. It’d be fun letting Dustin get him hard a second time and then riding his ass and being able to last for a while when he did.

  “You swallow,” Bryce said. “Take it like a good boy.”

  The moan Dustin let out as he doubled his efforts vibrated through Bryce’s balls and sent pleasant shivers of gooseflesh rippling over his body.

  Dustin obviously liked being told what to do.

  He tightened his grip on Dustin’s head, gradually taking control and seeing how he reacted to it. Wi
thin a couple of minutes, Bryce was calling the shots, and Dustin held on to Bryce’s legs for dear life.

  Soooo…fucking…good!

  Eager was more than half of it. He could tell Dustin really wanted to be doing this, wanted to be on his knees in front of Bryce and taking everything Bryce gave him. When he felt the sweet ache of his balls drawing tight, he plunged deep into his mouth one last time and held still as Dustin swallowed every drop of cum he gave him. He felt Dustin’s tongue stroking the underside of his cock as his throat worked, no hesitation at all.

  Bryce loosened his grip, stroking Dustin’s hair. “Such a good boy,” he said. “Just like that.” When he caught his breath he pulled Dustin up and onto the bed with him. This time, he wanted to take his time.

  He rolled Dustin onto his back and planted his hands on either side of his head before leaning in to kiss him. “I swear I wasn’t planning on doing this tonight when I asked if you wanted to drive me home.”

  “Neither was I.” Dustin reached up and pulled Bryce down for another kiss. “I thought I’d be lucky if I made it through dinner without you telling me thanks, but no thanks.”

  “Oh, no chance of that, buddy.” He nibbled his way down Dustin’s jaw, to his ear, nipping the lobe.

  Couldn’t get enough of him. Like he hadn’t even had dinner, and he was starving and Dustin was his all-you-can-eat buffet. “Lucky for me you only met stupid guys before tonight.” Bryce sat up, grabbing Dustin’s wrists in his hands and pinning them over his head. “I’m gonna have sooo much fun getting to know every inch of your body and marking it as mine.”

  He slanted his lips over Dustin’s for another kiss. No hesitation when Bryce traced the seam of his lips—they parted for him immediately, completely open to him.

  “Can you spend the night?” Bryce hoped he wasn’t making a mistake, but there was just…something about the guy.

  “Yes, please, Sir. I’d like that.”

  Bryce smiled and sat up, releasing his wrists.

  Dustin kept his hands where Bryce had put them. “Ooooh, you perfect fucking man. You know how to be Sir’s good boy, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Fuck.

  Me.

  Dustin’s voice sounded dreamy, definitely subspace achieved.

  Bryce reached out to play with his nipples, see how sensitive they were, and was pleased to find Dustin moaned when he pinched and rolled them between his fingers.

  “Ooh, there are definitely nipple clamps in your future, buddy. And probably a ball gag, too, because if Kira stays with me for long, like hell am I not going to play with you.” He leaned in and nuzzled noses with him. “And if you aren’t making noises, then I’m not doing something right one way or another.” He kissed Dustin again as he tweaked his nipples.

  More sweet moans from the man.

  Aaaannnd there went Bryce’s cock, ready for round two.

  He grabbed the lube and slicked himself, pleased when Dustin spread his thighs wide open, pulling his knees back without Bryce even having to tell him to.

  “I mean it,” Bryce said, feeling like he could drown in Dustin’s sweet hazel eyes. “We do this and you cheat on me, there are no second chances. This is us, unless we decide we’re done and we tell each other that. I won’t be with anyone but you. Not that I had a line of guys waiting or anything.”

  Dustin smiled. “Fuck that ass, Sir. You tapped it, you own it.”

  Shiiiiiit!

  He took the first stroke hard, slamming into him, having to pause once inside him because of how nice and tight Dustin’s ass felt fisting his cock.

  He also loved how the larger man’s body felt under his, pliant, willing, ready. Eager.

  His.

  I can’t be falling in love with him this soon. We just fucking met, and that shit doesn’t end well outside of romance novels and Hallmark movies.

  He held on to Dustin’s legs as he long-stroked him, taking his time and watching the other man’s face. “Fair warning—I enjoy toys. Expect to be stuffed in a variety of ways.”

  Dustin smiled, and it was a sight Bryce knew he wanted to keep seeing. More, he wanted to keep being the reason for that smile. “Long as you don’t try to jam an artificial life-sized whale dong in me or something, I’m game to try, Sir. If something’s too much, I’ll tell you.”

  “Ooohhh, buddy.” He picked up the speed a little, long, slow strokes out until just the head of his cock remained inside him, followed by hard and deep driving plunges, until his balls slapped against Dustin’s ass. “Someone’s going to sleep with a toy in their ass tonight.”

  Between them, he felt Dustin’s cock stir. Not full wood, but a little interest.

  Dustin felt it, too, and looked shocked. “No fucking way.”

  “What?”

  “I mean, not about the toy, that’s cool. I can’t be getting hard again!”

  “Why not?” Bryce paused, grinning, and started stroking Dustin’s cock for him, enjoying how it stiffened in his hand. “Maybe I’ve got a magic peen.” He hoped the eye waggle and tone of voice was a clue he was joking.

  Dustin burst out laughing. “Magic peen, Sir?”

  His own cock twitched at that. “I’m tellin’ ya, you’re not allowed to not call me Sir now. You done got me used to it.”

  “With pleasure, Sir.” Dustin’s smile widened, and it made him look years younger. Not that he looked ancient or anything to start with. Bryce legit wouldn’t have thought Dustin was over forty if he’d met him cold somewhere.

  God, I love that smile.

  Dustin looked happy, carefree.

  As if he wasn’t used to feeling like that lately.

  Bryce wanted to blow him. Suddenly, it was a craving, and Bryce needed to finish business now, bust his nut, mark what was his, and suck one more out of his guy just to prove to him that not only was he not too old for Bryce, but that Bryce knew how to handle his boy.

  Prove to him he was more than Dom enough for him, fifteen years younger or not.

  He kept stroking Dustin’s cock as he plowed him, fast, hard, deep, throwing him a ball-slappin’ fuck Dustin would be able to feel in his tonsils tomorrow. And the thought that this guy very well might be the guy for him was the thought that tipped Bryce over the edge.

  “Yes!” He held still, savoring it, more than a little possessive, too. “Mine,” he whispered. “Don’t you fucking forget it.”

  Before Dustin could respond, Bryce pulled out and leaned in, sucking Dustin’s cock down his throat. He palmed Dustin’s sac, and if the sound of the moans coming out of him were any indication, he suspected his boy was enjoying it.

  It took Bryce a few minutes to get Dustin really hard, the kind of hard just before a guy makes it, a little extra heat as blood rushed in—and Dustin’s hips bucked up, fucking his mouth as he sounded like he came. Not much in the way of actual cum to swallow this time, but then again, he’d already milked him dry twice.

  He savored him, staying with him and not releasing him until he went soft again. Then Bryce crawled up his body and kissed him, loving how his arms felt wrapping around him.

  “I make a believer out of you, boy?”

  Dustin stared at him in disbelief for a moment before he started laughing, like a dam had burst inside him, flushing self-doubt and old beliefs right out.

  “Yes, Sir. I will not doubt you, or your magic peen, or your magic mouth, ever again.”

  “Damn right,” Bryce said. “Shower. Then snuggling.”

  “What about the toy?” Dustin’s eyes went wide as he realized what he’d said.

  Bryce grinned. “You are fucking adorable, mister. We’re going to have so much goddamned fun wearing each other out.”

  * * * *

  After the shower, Dustin obediently knelt on the bed on all fours while Bryce slid the butt plug into place. He didn’t understand why the big deal about this one, because it wasn’t even huge or anything.

  Until Bryce giggled and the butt plug hummed to life.
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  “Motherfucker!” Dustin gasped, struggling to stay upright.

  Bryce turned it down to low and climbed into bed, placing the remote on the bedside table where he could reach it. “Yes, I’m a sneaky motherfucker. I don’t deny it. Get used to it. I warned you I’m a sexual sadist.”

  Dustin finally crawled up to snuggle along Bryce’s side. Bryce turned on the TV and flipped through channels until he found an old monster movie on Turner Classic Movies. “Perfect.” He set the remote aside and let out a sigh. “Full tummy and empty balls. Can’t ask for much better than that.” He kissed Dustin.

  “Well, except for a full ass, thank you, Sir.”

  “Or a beaten ass.”

  “Mm-hmm.” He tipped his head back. “When can we try that?”

  “Let’s enjoy fucking each other into exhaustion for a few days before we get to that point.”

  “Lara was telling me about the dungeon here in town.”

  “Yes, Venture. You haven’t been?”

  “No, Sir.”

  Bryce’s gaze studied his face. “You been to a dungeon before?”

  “A couple of times. Mostly private ones. There was a club over in Miami I went to a few times.”

  “You like rope?”

  “I guess. I don’t dislike it. I’ve never had a partner who was a rigger before. I like watching it.”

  “You’ve never flown?” Dustin liked the way Bryce sounded…hopeful.

  “Suspended? No. Never really been tied, beyond my wrists, or being tied down to a bench or something.”

  Bryce smiled, and maybe it was a cliché, but Dustin wanted to keep making him smile like that.

  “Then I guess if you aren’t sick of me by Saturday night, we can go, and I’ll fly you.”

  “That sounds amazing.”

  Come to think of it, this guy was pretty damned amazing.

  The butt plug hummed away. “Will this thing be on all night, Sir?”

  Bryce’s smile widened, a full-on, evil grin. “Long enough.” He nuzzled noses with him, his voice dropping to a whisper. His fingers brushed over Dustin’s spent member. “Whose cock is that?”