Fire and Sand

by Louise Collins

  “That doesn’t mean I do. Not when it comes to you, and what you’re doing right now is stupid, and reckless.”

  Jake frowned at the prickle at his heels, no longer under water, but bare against the soggy sand. Maddox had rounded him up from the ocean, backed him away from danger, but his heart continued to beat powerfully in his chest, and his breathing continued to leave him in pants.

  When Jake lifted his eyes, the clouds were surrounding Maddox, dark and domineering, and when the sky flashed with lightning it did so above Maddox’s head. He didn’t flinch, didn’t react, just kept his slow pace to keep Jake walking backwards.

  “You are mine Jake, mine to protect, mine to keep, and mine to punish if I see the need for it, and I do when you think it's fine to put yourself at risk like that.”

  Chapter 8

  The further they got from the beach, the less intense the storm seemed, nothing but a distant rumble and fading darkness. The front row of palm trees got the brunt of the wind, and the sheltered sand behind only whipped up when Jake’s feet flicked it. The only threat he needed to worry about followed him up the beach.

  Jake walked backwards to the villa, while Maddox stalked forward. He postured like a courting alpha. There were no more words between them, no need when Maddox moved with such determination and entitlement to take Jake.

  Maddox plucked at the buttons of his shirt with maddening control. He unpeeled the soaked material from his chest then flung it to the sand. His muscles gleamed with moisture, and the swirling tattoo seemed darker against his skin. Jake swallowed at the sight of his chest, wider than his, stronger, a chest he longed to be crushed against. He wanted those arms around him too, wanted Maddox’s firm hand to grab the back of his neck, and his fingers to dig in and render him helpless.

  Maddox reached up and brushed his black hair back into position, wet and slick against his scalp. He smoothed his hands over his facial hair without taking his eyes from Jake’s. He pruned himself after the storm had ruffled him. Jake didn’t attempt to tidy up his own water-logged hair; it ran down his face, collected at his chin and dropped onto his bare chest.

  All Maddox’s movements were calculated and controlled, great strides, with his shoulders set and his head fixed and focused. It unsettled Jake as he walked backwards, not knowing where to look, or how to feel. Maddox wanted to punish him for his carelessness in the ocean, and he didn’t know what was in store for him back at the villa. Part of him wanted to spin around and run, but he knew better than to turn his back on a beast. Instinct would take over Maddox, and Jake would be pinned to the damp sand.

  Maddox’s forest green eyes demanded to be looked at. A forest where light gave way to the dark. A claustrophobic place with no escape. They trapped Jake, and his blue eyes couldn’t compete with Maddox’s. He dropped his gaze to the sand Maddox’s feet strolled over, but it was too late; his pupils had already been infected by the rising darkness of lust. Jake’s erection felt heavy, and there was no hiding it when the material of his joggers clung like a second skin.

  Each pant of breath dried Jake’s lips, but his mouth was the opposite, filled with saliva like Maddox had starved him for days.

  Jake’s heel hit the bottom step of the villa, and he gasped, reaching behind himself to grip the handrail.

  Maddox stopped, and his hands made quick work of his belt. It whipped through the loops and hit the sand with a dull thump. Jake backed up the steps, eyes fixed on Maddox. He watched him undo his trousers and step out of them. The grey boxers left nothing to the imagination. Maddox’s thick cock pulsed, and Jake’s responded with its own feeble escape attempt.

  Jake stood at the top of the stairs, above Maddox physically, but emotionally he felt lower, felt lesser, and it translated in the way he continued his retreat. Spine bent, shoulders drawn together, and head bowed. Maddox jumped the steps two at a time, and Jake rushed backwards, tripping on his heels but managing to keep his balance. He flashed looks over his shoulder to navigate the living room but didn’t dare turn his back on Maddox.

  Jake knew where they were heading, and when his back hit the door, he reached behind himself and scrambled for the handle. The door swung open, and he lost his footing, stumbling backwards until he landed on the edge of the bed.

  Maddox shook his head and beckoned with his hand for Jake to stand.

  “I want the wetness of the bed to be from you, not the sea.”

  Jake nodded frantically, unable to speak, and tugged the sticking joggers from his hips. He didn’t have Maddox's grace and had to peel the material from his legs like waxing strips. The joggers dropped to the floor with a wet slurp, but stayed tight around his ankles, and he had to kick himself out of them.

  Jake went to remove his lace underwear, but Jake saw Maddox’s raised hand in his peripheral and stopped.

  “Keep them on.”

  The control wavered in his voice, and Jake looked up. The devourer was there, eyes no longer green, but black like his hair, and tattoo. Jake clenched his stomach, and stiffened his body, ready for the moment Maddox launched at him and pushed him to the bed, but it didn’t happen.

  Maddox flicked his head, and Jake obediently perched, before shuffling his way up and lying flat on the mattress. Maddox strolled around him and reach down for the crumpled sheet Jake had used to wipe himself that morning. He studied it, and an explosive blush grew on Jake’s face.

  “Tell me what you did…”

  Jake swallowed uncomfortably, then wet his lips with his tongue. “I was frustrated.”

  Maddox lifted his eyebrow like the explanation wasn’t enough.

  “I touched-touched myself, got myself off…” Jake stuttered.

  Maddox pursed his lips. “Describe the scene to me.”

  Jake turned his head. Maddox reached and immediately turned it back.

  “I lay in bed, and ran my hand up and down my cock—”

  “Fast or slow?”

  Jake sunk his teeth into his lip, and Maddox raised his eyebrow again.

  “Slow at first, but then faster.”

  “Were you naked?”

  Jake frowned. “Yeah, I was naked.”

  “Not with your joggers around your ankles?”

  A croak escaped Jake’s throat, and he forced a swallow. “Joggers around my ankles, knickers around my thighs, and eyes closed.”

  Maddox lifted the sheet to his nose and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes as if savouring the scent, and Jake’s embarrassed heat expanded in his cheeks until his face felt aflame.

  “What’s the smell?”

  Jake closed his eyes, shamed by Maddox’s searching questions. “I fed myself apple, imagined it was you doing it. Piece by piece while stroking myself.”

  “What was the last thing you thought of before orgasm?”

  Jake rubbed his parched lips together, then popped them open. “I thought of you taking over. You stroking me, and not the apple in my mouth, but your tongue.”

  Maddox made a sound like a pleasurable huff, then dropped the sheet and sat on the bed. Jake’s body tipped towards his weight, and Maddox twisted around until his chest was exposed to Jake, then encouraged Jake to lay on his side.

  “And what name did you gasp when you came?”

  Jake frowned, and rubbed his nose against Maddox’s leg. “Yours…how did you know?”

  Maddox chuckled, then tapped his nose. “I keep an eye on what’s mine.”

  “You watched me?”

  “I did, on the boat over here.”

  Jake lifted his head to find the camera in the room, but Maddox pushed his face back down.

  “I thought you would be waiting for me, thought you would want me as much as I want you.”

  Jake nodded frantically. “I do, I didn’t know you were coming.”

  “I messaged Tom yesterday.”

  “He never said.”

  Maddox hummed and narrowed his eyes. “I had to demand the boat take me, pay double just to get to you as fast as I could. When I go
t here I couldn’t find you. I didn’t think you’d be that stupid to walk out into the ocean when it was an obvious danger.”

  The bite was back in his tone. Jake burrowed his face into Maddox’s thigh to appease him. “I thought you’d cast me aside.”

  “You mustn’t deliberately put yourself in danger like that. Promise me Jake.”

  Jake nodded, but it wasn’t enough. Maddox flicked out his chin and waited for a verbal reply.

  “I promise.”

  Maddox reached for the empty bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. He squirted a generous amount on the fingers of his left hand, and Jake frowned.

  “I came with supplies.” Maddox said with a snort of amusement.

  There was no build up to where his lube covered fingers were heading. They slipped messily against Jake’s skin and under the lace underwear, straight to his hole. One finger was easily accepted, but Maddox didn’t pull back to add more to stretch. He sought out Jake’s prostate and rested his finger against the tender area.

  Maddox cupped Jake’s face with his other hand, thumb drawn to Jake’s dry lips. He traced the supple eclipse, gently at first, before pressing harder and distorting the shape. Jake panted at the attention, a desperate pant that tugged at his diaphragm. Each gulp of air jogged his body, and the teasing finger inside him rubbed. At first the sensation at his prostate was an afterthought, then a twitch, then a buzz, then he couldn’t think of anything else but the slight brush of Maddox’s finger inside him, and the thumb working his lips till they were wet with saliva.

  “I’m gunna write my name inside your body.”

  Jake struggled to open his eyes, and glanced up to Maddox, but the ceiling was spinning beyond his head, and he quickly shut them again, and rested back on the bed.

  “Wha?” he whispered.

  Maddox chuckled, and wiggled the finger inside Jake’s body. “I’m writing my name over your prostate; can you feel it?”

  Jake couldn’t tell if letters were being formed, but just the thought of Maddox branding him in that intimate place made him tingle. The sensation built in his body, a paralysing heat that took over his groin, and spread to his cock twitching in his underwear. Only when Maddox moved in a crisscross inside him, did he know he had gotten to the end, the x that marked the spot.

  “You want me to do it again?” Maddox asked.

  Jake couldn’t speak; he had gone into the blank zone. A state of mind where nothing mattered, he was helpless and at Maddox’s mercy. The familiar shivers of pleasure began, stealing Jake’s whole body in an orgasmic tingling. There was no holding back with a prostate orgasm; it appeared out of the abyss and carried him off. Not an orgasm of a few blunt seconds, but long-lasting and a momentum gatherer, for minutes that felt an eternity and instantaneous at the same time.

  Maddox fondled Jake’s lips, before hooking his thumb in his mouth, stretching Jake’s cheek till the pent-up saliva had nowhere else to go but follow the call of gravity and drop down to the bed. Jake convulsed, moaning so loud it shook his chest, and made him want to hide in Maddox’s thigh to muffle it. He couldn’t move, completely paralysed, with no strength to even open his eyes. The sensation didn’t stop. It kept going, drowning him in pleasure. When he started coming, it wasn’t the three jolts from his cock he had done with his hand, but a long continuous stream that felt like it stemmed from deep inside. His crotch warmed with come, soaking the lace knickers.

  He dribbled from both his mouth, and his cock, and only stopped when Maddox removed his fingers. The orgasm softened, but he continued to lay in his paralysed state. Warm, and tingling, a jitteryness without moving. Maddox rolled him, and he managed to open his eyes, but the wooden beams of the roof twirled around him, like a hypnotic mobile spinning over the bed to keep him in his vulnerable state.

  Maddox wiggled an arm under Jake’s body to scoop him off the bed. He threw him back down, and the wet lace chafed his still-hard cock. Maddox climbed onto the bed, grinning toothily down at Jake.

  “You like it when I feed you? I like it when you feed me too, and you’ve been very generous with your serving.”

  Maddox shuffled down the bed till he was out of view, and Jake released an inhuman moan when Maddox kissed his cock through the knickers. The lace was there, and the wetness, but there was a suction too. Maddox forced Jake’s come through the knickers and into his mouth. Jake heard the noise of moisture being drawn, the sucking sound of Maddox drinking him up, humming as he did so. The intense sensation made him tingle, a different kind to the one before. He was brought to the tipping point of orgasm with ease.

  Strength returned to Jake’s neck, but only enough to look shakily down at his body where Maddox was using his tongue to rub the lace against Jake’s sensitive skin.

  He was going to come, didn’t have the brain power, or the muscle control to distract himself. Maddox knew it too and grinned up at him before pressing his chin down on Jake’s cock. Three pulses of come shot into his soiled underwear, and Maddox pinched the material and stretched it, taking a peek at the mess inside. He groaned as if wounded and sunk his teeth into his lip while shaking his head.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous Jake, drives me mad.”

  Maddox crawled up Jake’s body with his mouth never leaving Jake’s flesh.

  Jake bared his throat, and Maddox grumbled in approval. He licked from the hollow of Jake’s throat to his chin, then nipped gently. Jake couldn’t stop the shiver, and Maddox chuckled, then lightly bit along Jake’s jaw to his ear.

  “I want you on all-fours,” he growled.

  Jake nodded, but as he rolled onto his front, his body felt shivery and weak. He struggled to hold his weight on his arms, and Maddox took pity on him, pushing at his shoulder blades, until the side of Jake’s head was pressed to the bed.

  “Brace yourself on your knees.”

  Jake did as Maddox told him and tucked his knees under his body. He bowed forward with his arms, as if in prayer, and waited for Maddox’s fingers to fill him.

  “I want you to reach back and hold the knickers aside.”

  Jake’s movements were uncoordinated, but Maddox guided his fingers to the underwear. Jake gripped the material and tugged it aside to expose himself to Maddox’s hungry eyes. He was too dizzy for shame, too turned on to care that Maddox was gazing at his hole.

  A squirt of lube interrupted Jake’s pants for breath, and the next thing he knew was a finger inside him, twisting to prepare him for Maddox's blunt cock. He didn’t need Maddox’s thumb in his mouth to drool on the bed beneath, fingers working in and out left him a heaving mess. Maddox didn’t rush and added his fingers one at a time, letting Jake get used to the stretch. For all his raw strength, Maddox didn’t hurt Jake by diving straight inside, he was gentle, not wanting to ruin the experience for Jake.

  Maddox withdrew his fingers, Jake felt him shuffle, then there was the heat of Maddox’s cock at his entrance. He lined himself up and pushed deep inside. Maddox withdrew, then plunged back into the heat. Jake moaned in encouragement, and Maddox quickened the pace.

  He shunted forward, and Jake tightened his hand around the knickers, holding on to them for life as Maddox pounded into him.

  “Say my name.” Maddox growled.

  Jake gasped the name, and when he could no longer form words, he thought it, over and over. Maddox was the only one able to give him an adrenaline rush this way. The knickers lost their elasticity with the brutal thrusting. Jake clung on for as long as he could, but when Maddox slowed and dragged his cock slowly across his prostate, Jake let go and braced himself on his forearms. Maddox yanked the knickers, and they tore down one leg.

  Fingers bit deliciously into his hips, and the sound of slapping flesh replenished every ember of lust. Jake’s cock rubbed against the mess of his underwear, sensitive head catching on the scratchy material.

  Maddox grunted, increased the pace, angled his hips for three deep final thrusts, then rested the head of his cock at Jake’s entrance as he final
ly came. It was impossible, but Jake felt like the spurts of come hit his prostate, covering the invisible letters Maddox’s finger had moulded there. Jake belonged to him, was marked inside by him, an etching both he and Maddox knew was there.

  Maddox recovered his breath, reached round, and rubbed the heel of his hand along Jake’s cock. He came for the final time, rawer than before and completely used up. It bordered the edge of pain, and he couldn’t wait to be out of the knickers.

  Maddox collapsed on Jake’s back, pinning him down. He rolled to the side, bringing Jake with him so they spooned on the bed.

  The sheet beneath them was sticky, and the pillow under Jake’s head had a patch of dribble. Maddox pressed his chin to Jake’s shoulder and ran his hand down his side to get to the knickers. They were stretched, and it wasn’t hard for Maddox to tear the stubborn fibres that refused to break. He balled the ruined lace in his fist and squeezed till wetness seeped through the fabric, a few drops hit the bed, and Jake swallowed.

  Maddox wanted Jake to acknowledge how worked up he had gotten Jake, how much he had come from being dominated by him. Jake nodded, unable to speak and Maddox flung the ruined knickers away.

  “You are not disposable.” Maddox said in his ear. “You are mine, the only man that has ever been mine, and the only man that will be.”

  Jake shuddered at the certainty of Maddox's words. He turned, licked his lips and waited for Maddox to swoop down and claim them. He didn’t have to wait long.

  Chapter 9

  It felt like weeks had past since he last woke with Maddox beside him. He kept still, not wanting to disturb the predator at his back. Maddox didn’t snore, or snort, he breathed silently, and each deep exhale brushed against the sensitive hairs at Jake’s neck.

  Jake breathed in time with Maddox and fell into sync with the waves of movement. The gentle rocking lured him to the edge of sleep, but he refused to drop over the other side. He wanted to stay awake and relish being weighed down in a soft mattress.

  Maddox’s leg hooked over his, and his tattooed arm hung limp over Jake’s side. When they fell asleep, Maddox’s palm had pressed to Jake’s heart, linking them with the notes of his favourite classical track. It might’ve meant nothing to Maddox, an unassuming placement of his hand, but for Jake, a tingling feeling bloomed in the pit of his stomach at the gesture.