A twisting, ravenous need claws at my insides. I’m dizzy from the sudden surge of so much blood heading south.
I grip the door harder, watch as the man on his knees strokes Darryl’s full, thick length. Licks his head with his tongue. Sucks on his full balls. My hand finds my own cock, also full, thick, and dripping.
Darryl throws his head back, tangles his fingers in his sub’s hair. “Just like that,” he rasps, guiding the man’s mouth to take in more of him.
The door creaks the same time a moan escapes my lips. Shit. Shit!
Darryl’s eyes pop open, immediately lock onto mine. I brace, ready for him to rage. To get pissed. To storm over to me and...I don’t know. Hit me. Throw me out of his house. Tell me he isn’t interested in my straight ass.
That also doesn’t happen.
Instead, Darryl’s already painfully gorgeous features twist into something wickedly sinful. I pull away, ready to run, ready to never see him again. But something in his gaze pins me in place. Cages me to the spot.
“Stay,” he mouths to me.
It doesn’t even occur to me not to obey him.
I lick my lips, nod once. Darryl’s eyes flick to my crotch, his sub still working his cock dutifully. “Take it out,” he husks.
His sub pops off his cock long enough to answer, “Yes, sir.”
I mouth my response in time with his, and do what Darryl commands.
My sleep pants fall to the floor in a puddle around my feet. I palm the base of my dick, wait for his next command. His sub does the same, pulls his dick from his boxer briefs.
He isn’t as impressive as I am. Neither of us are as impressive as Darryl. Doesn’t matter. Darryl’s eyes drink in the sight of my erect cock as if he’s been thirsty his whole life, and only now is getting something cool to drink.
No, wait. That’s how I’m staring at him.
“Stroke it,” he commands.
Both me and the sub comply.
“That’s it,” he says when I get a good rhythm going. “I want to see you work yourself to the edge.”
“Yes, sir,” I mouth. His sub hums against his dick, tries to stroke his own while working his dom’s.
My hand feels good as I stare at Darryl enjoying his cock in another man’s mouth. I try and imagine my hand is his, that it’s my mouth around him.
The familiar coiling in my stomach tells me I’m close. “I’m close, sir,” his sub says, mouth full, and damn. He has good timing. “I need you in my ass, please.”
With a sudden jerking motion, Darryl pulls his sub off his cock. Grabbing his hair, Darryl pushes his sub’s face into the bed, his feet still on the floor, his ass in the air, exposed.
It’s a position where I can see Darryl, and he can watch me. His sub still doesn’t know I’m here, intruding on their time together.
“Don’t stop stroking, and don’t you dare fucking come,” Darryl says to me as he pops open a bottle of lube and coats his hard length.
With whatever’s left over on his hand, he swipes it down his sub’s ass crack, grabs his dick at the base, and buries himself balls deep.
I bite my lip to stifle the groan working it’s way up from the depths of my soul. I know, without any doubt, I wish it were me beneath Darryl. My ass he was stretching with his thick cock.
“I can’t hold out,” the sub says. “You feel too good, sir. Too fucking good.”
My eyes tell Darryl the same thing. They beg him, please let me come.
“You’ll hold out, or I’ll make you pay for disobeying me,” Darryl grinds out as he works his sub’s asshole.
I don’t know what sends me over the edge. The sight of my ex-girlfriend’s dad fucking another man, or the thrill I get when I think about disobeying him just so I can be punished.
The reason doesn’t matter. The outcome is the same.
I shake my head, mouth to him, “I can’t,” then buck my hips as my impending orgasm coils to blinding levels.
“I’m sorry, sir. I can’t. I can’t!” Darryl’s sub thrashes underneath him, his eyes clenched shut, his face red from the effort of holding back.
He doesn’t. Neither do I.
“Catch it in your hand.” Darryl barks out his command an instant before I come undone. An instant before he unloads in his sub’s ass.
With one hand wrapped around my shaft, I pump furiously. The other I hold underneath my head, which turns out to be practically fucking pointless.
I come so hard, the first squirt misses my hand entirely, hits the wall next to the doorframe. The second squirt, too. I’m too blissed out, too blinded with pleasure, to notice.
The next couple pumps, though. Yeah. Those I catch, the warm, thick liquid pooling in my palm.
The sound of Darryl filling his sub’s asshole covers the sound of my own pleasure. He pumps a few more times then pulls out abruptly, pushes his sub’s face against the sheets. Unlike me, he didn’t catch his release.
“Clean it up,” Darryl says, eyes locked on mine, as he holds his sub in place.
I gulp, my mouth suddenly thick.
“All of it,” Darryl says with an authoritative edge to his voice that lets me know I’ll be in real trouble if I don’t comply.
Without thinking, I bring my palm to my mouth and slurp down my thick release. The salty tang coats my tongue, slides down my throat in a way that makes me think of oyster shooters, which I actually like.
When I’m done, I lick my palm for good measure and show him my empty hand. He points to the wall by the door, and shit. I forgot about that.
Dropping to one knee, I watch Darryl watch me as I run my tongue along the wall, clean up every drop of spent seed I didn’t catch.
“Go clean up,” he says to me when I’m done, to his sub after he’s sucked the sheets clean. “Wait for me to come to you.”
“Yes, sir,” his sub voices. “Thank you, sir.”
“Yes, sir,” I mouth, before pulling up my pants and heading back down the hall to the bathroom I just left.
Chapter 8
Dominic
Waiting is torture.
After taking another shower, I silently pad back down the hall. Darryl’s doors are closed, and if I dared to try the knob, I bet locked.
Doing what I was told, I wait for him in my bedroom. All goddamn night.
After a few hours, I convince myself he isn’t coming, that what happened was a mistake. I should grab my bag and an Uber and leave San Diego behind me forever.
I mean, what did I fucking expect? I’m his daughter’s boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend. Not even for twenty-four hours.
I’d told him I was straight, that admission laughable now. Darryl clearly isn’t in need of any more lovers, let alone a virgin like me who doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing. Or what he wants.
Stupid, Dominic. The hope that he’d want you. That you’d finally get to scratch the itch that’s been at the back of your skull for years. Fucking stupid.
I tangle in the sheets, toss and turn, unable to get comfortable. It’s bad enough I got hard as soon as I recovered from that orgasm, and have been on and off hard since then. Bad enough that my muscles are starting to cramp from want and need, and a pervasive anticipation of what happens next.
But that shit doesn’t begin to touch the uncomfortable realization happening inside my head. About who I am. About the sexuality I haven’t wanted to face.
I was a fool to think I could escape it. That I could fuck enough pussy to make me crave it like I do the man in the room across the hall.
Finally, I fall asleep. I think I fall asleep. All I know is that one minute I’m imagining Darryl’s cock in my ass, my head pushed against the mattress as he uses me. The next, a rough hand is around my throat, the other around my cock.
I startle awake, hard, ready, willing to do whatever is demanded of me.
“I thought you said you were straight.” Darryl’s breath is hot against my neck, his hands masterful in how they work me to maximum pleasure and frustration.
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“I thought I was,” I answer, my voice raspy from the force of his fingers digging into my throat.
“And now?” He strokes me a few times.
I whimper. “Now, I’m yours. Fuck, I’m yours. If, uh, if you want me to be.”
I’ve never thrown myself at anyone. Never felt the desperate need to make someone see that I’m the right choice for them. But now, with Darryl, I’m willing to beg if that’s what it takes.
“I’m a demanding lover,” he says.
“I don’t care.” I sound fucking pathetic. “I’ll meet those demands. Do whatever you want.”
The images of what I saw him do to his sub flash through my mind. Envy slithers its way down my spine, into the pit of my stomach, making my insides twist. “I’ll be better than what you have now. Better than any other sub. Just, I need you to teach me how.”
Darryl pinches the head of my cock and chuckles. “I take it you liked what you saw earlier?”
I did, and I didn’t. “Yes, but—”
He pinches me harder. I gasp, try and move my hips to pull my cock from his grip. It’s pointless, and honestly, I’m not sure I want the pain to stop.
“But?” he encourages, the pain slacking off when he lets go.
“But I want it to be me next time.” That’s only half true. “No. I want it to be me every time.”
His hand stills for a moment. Only a moment. He slides his palm down my length, then cups my balls. I suck in a sharp breath, prepare myself for whatever he’s about to do.
He doesn’t do anything, just holds his hand against me.
“Are you asking for exclusivity?” Darryl asks.
I nod, not trusting my voice at the moment.
He squeezes my balls together with just enough pressure to be uncomfortable. “What the fuck makes you think you have any right to ask me for shit? What makes you think I want you any more than the next man?”
Damn. I hadn’t thought about it that way, hadn’t considered he doesn’t want me like I want him. “I mean, I just thought...the way you look at me sometimes. Wh-What we did before. You being here now. I...”
I’m a fucking idiot. He’s right. I’m no one to him. I mean nothing. Less than nothing. I was his daughter’s boyfriend. Now, I’m not even that.
“Nothing makes me think that. I don’t have the right,” I finally say, defeated, ready to push him off me. Ready to run and never look back, like I should’ve done the moment me and Julie broke up.
I grab his wrist, my way of telling him I’m done. To let go. To get off.
“You don’t have the right,” he says, his grip on my nuts tightening. “But that doesn’t mean my answer’s no.”
“What?” I say, too stunned to really process what he actually means.
Darryl rests his forehead against mine, massages my sack with a slow, purposeful motion. His voice is little more than a rumble when he speaks.
“My daughter might hate me for this, but I’ve wanted you ever since the moment you walked through my front door. I want to train you. See what you’re capable of. More than anything, I want your virgin ass. Want your first time to belong to me.”
My asshole clenches, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of intrusion yet.
“It’s yours,” I say, no real need to think it through, despite my asshole’s protest. I want my first time to be him. And every time after that. “I’m yours.”
“Mine.” The word rumbles from his chest, up his throat, vibrating the thick air between us. “You have no idea what being mine means.”
I don’t, but fuck if I don’t want him to show me.
The heat from his chest burns mine. We both aren’t wearing shirts, and I can’t deny I fucking love the way his hair rubs against my flesh. The way he smells like soap and sex, a scent that makes me wild.
He presses his full body weight into me, moves his grip from my balls to my cock. His fingers wrap tight around my shaft. He’s rough, his touch almost painful. I gasp, buck my hips against his, wrap my arms around his waist, grab two handfuls of his ass through his shorts.
Darryl licks a path from collarbone to Adam’s apple before biting me hard behind the ear. I cry out, loud this time, and pray his sub is already gone for the night.
No, scratch that. I don’t fucking care if he’s gone. A part of me hopes he’s here, listening to me being owned by his master. Listening to me take his place.
“Think you can handle me breaking you in? Think you can take what I need to give?” His tone is teasing, playful, but still demanding.
“Yes!” I shout with so much need, my voice breaks on the word. But it isn’t the truth, and I know Darryl deserves the truth.
“Shit, I don’t...I don’t know. I want to handle you,” I confess. “See if I’m man enough to take everything and more. But I’ve never done anything like this. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I do,” he says, all the confidence in the world. “We’ll discuss the details of your training later. Right now, I need you to trust me. Can you trust me, Dominic?”
Pressing the back of my head into the pillow to relieve some of the pain straining my neck and shoulders, I concentrate on my thundering heart. Will it to steady. It doesn’t, and who the fuck am I kidding. I’ve never been more exhilarated, never felt more alive.
Running my palms up Darryl’s sides, I lick my lips, then answer before pressing them into his. “Yes.”
I’ve never kissed another man before. Even though Darryl keeps his beard and moustache trimmed short, his hair tickles the flesh on my upper lip.
His tongue is rough when it meets mine, just like he is. He tastes like toothpaste, longing, and danger, a heady mix I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of.
I may have started the kiss, but it’s Darryl who takes it into new territory. Every cell in my body submits to him while every inch of his takes over. He deepens our kiss, moves his hand against my cock in a way that has me moaning into his mouth, begging with everything I am to take me over the edge.
His mouth moves against mine when he asks, “Does that feel good?”
I somehow manage to say, “Yes.”
“Do you want more? Want another man to take control? To make you come?”
“No,” I say, the orgasm building in my gut ready to go off. I try to hold it in, but it’s like stopping a runaway freight train by simply throwing your body in front of it.
“No?” He stops touching me, pushes up on one elbow so he can look into my face.
I want to scream at him not to stop, grab his hand and put it back on me. But that isn’t how this works. I don’t force anything with Darryl. He’s the one who pushes.
“I don’t want it to be another man,” I pant, unable to catch my breath, scared I’ll go off when he isn’t touching me. “I want it to be you.”
All the air in the room goes still. Darryl doesn’t move. Neither do I. I don’t dare.
Suddenly, his hand is on me again, and I know I’m not going to last. When he utters my name as if I’m something special, I come completely undone.
I’m loud, convinced that the entire goddamn world can hear me let go. Fall apart. Come back together someone else entirely. And somewhere inside, I think a man’s first orgasm from another man should be exactly like this.
My hot, sticky release coats my stomach, and probably Darryl’s, too. There’s so much, and I’m not done yet.
“That’s it, Dominic. Give it all to me. Give me what’s mine.”
Darryl slides his fingers, vice grip tight, along my shaft, milking out every drop. When I’m spent, unable to fucking move, he slides off me, pushes to his knees, and licks along my torso, cleaning me the same way I cleaned the wall.
It’s too intense, the feel of his tongue drinking me in. Tasting me. My skin’s sensitive everywhere, making it impossible to hold still.
“Stop. Moving.” Darryl’s tone is authoritative yet calm, as if he expects me to comply without hesitation.
I try. Fuck, d
o I try.
His tongue finds my belly button, plunges inside. I practically come off the bed. No one’s ever licked me there before. It’s a foreign sensation, and I’m not sure if I love it or hate it.
“Hold still, Dominic. Or I promise you, I can make this much more uncomfortable.”
I have no doubt.
“I ca-can’t,” I say when he goes back to licking my torso. “I’m too sensitive. It’s too much—”
An elbow against my windpipe blocks anything else I was going to say.
“Hold. Fucking. Still.”
I fight against the crushing sensation in my throat, panic making my thoughts go offline, white noise replacing reason.
“You are in control of your emotions.” Darryl’s voice is right next to my ear. I use it as an anchor to keep me in the moment, to keep me from freaking out. “I am in control of your body. You handle your job. I’ll handle mine. This is your first lesson, Dominic.”
He releases my throat. I want so bad to clutch the sensitive flesh, tell him he’s an asshole, curl up and cry because I’m not sure I’m strong enough for him.
No. Screw that bullshit train of thought. I’m going to have to dig deep if I want to be his. If I want to meet all of his needs.
Doing what he asked as much as possible, I hold still, focus on the panicked feeling inside my chest dimming to a dull ache. It’s hard, but he’s right. When I let go, trust that he has me physically, it frees up all of my energy to focus on managing my fear. My anger. My arousal.
“Good. You’re doing better than I thought,” he says after a few minutes. “The second most important lesson is this: when you’re with me, I’m in charge. You will give me the proper respect by calling me sir. You will answer my inquiry or demand, and finish with my proper title. I don’t give a shit about your excuses, or why you can’t do something. I give a shit about your compliance. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I say, holding as still as I can, even though Darryl’s moved lower, his tongue circling along my stomach, dangerously close to the head of my thickening cock.
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