by Sara Brookes
Marcus realized Enver was talking to him, and opened eyes he hadn’t even been aware of closing. “What?”
“I said,” Enver responded, “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any more beautiful, but turns out I was wrong.” He dipped his head, pressing his mouth against Marcus’s ear. “I think I love you a little more after seeing you truly bound by my ropes.”
Marcus sighed as Enver’s lips met his, their movement unhurried and careful, as though it was possible to break the spell. As Marcus opened for him, Enver slipped inside his mouth, taking his time to thoroughly taste him.
Marcus felt like a kid in a playground, having the time of his life on his favorite apparatus. He wanted Enver to do all the things to him at once. Suck him. Fuck him. He moaned around Enver’s tongue, overwhelmed by the power of his desire.
After what seemed like forever Enver stood to toss up a few long lengths of rope over the sturdy canopy. When he started attaching each of those dangling ropes to the sections tied to key points on Marcus’s body, he saw where this was going.
Enver crouched, bringing his gaze level with Marcus’s. “I know that sound. That slight inhalation as you realize what I’m going to do to you.”
A bolt of hot lust shot through Marcus. “Yes, Sir.”
“And what is that?” Enver asked with a telling grin worthy of the Cheshire cat. His cheeks were flushed, his lips slick and swollen from the kisses they’d shared.
“You’re going to play with me.”
Enver’s eyes glinted. “Indeed I am, gorgeous.”
* * *
Enver checked and rechecked the pulleys he’d threaded the ropes through. Satisfied, he took up the loose end and tugged hard. Marcus’s eyes flared wide as his weight became fully supported by the rope.
“Comfortable?”
It took a few beats before Marcus answered. “More than, Sir.”
Enver loved the way that sounded, slightly slurred, as though Marcus was drunk. Enver notched the rope higher, wrapping the loose end around his fist securely. Gaze on Marcus’s, he touched Marcus’s knee with his bare foot. The gentle swinging motion caused Marcus to inhale and moan softly.
“Almost perfect.” Enver pulled hard on the rope, ratcheting Marcus higher. Satisfied, he tied off the free end, securing it so that the knot wouldn’t come undone until he was ready to untie Marcus. But that would only happen after he’d made him a warm pool of thoroughly fucked male.
Marcus was on his hands and knees, suspended over the mattress. Enver was tempted to look at him this way but the throbbing of Marcus’s too-hard cock was too much. Gaze on his sub, Enver peeled open his pants and freed his erection.
He suddenly threw back his head and laughed. “I swear you’re salivating, Marcus.”
“Yeah, I am.” Marcus licked his lips. He had never passed up a chance to show off his skills when it came to giving Enver a blowjob. He was too addicted to the rush of power that came from holding Enver’s cock in his mouth. Truth was, Enver got off on watching and feeling the man he loved do it too.
Marcus nuzzled Enver’s already hard shaft, struggling with the ropes as though he wished his hands were free to assist. He finally gave up when he realized it was futile, and played his tongue across the center seam, tracing the prominent vein on the underside of the shaft.
“You’re too good at this.” Enver buried his fingers in Marcus’s rumpled hair, tugging on the strands. Because of the way he was bound, Marcus’s body moved forward. Enver drew him back, and this time, Marcus tongued the slit.
Enver continued to feed Marcus his cock, watching in fascination as his shaft disappeared between Marcus’s lips. Marcus took the treatment, begging for more through the use of his mouth and tongue and teeth. Enver growled, tugging Marcus forward so he took more dick into his mouth in one long slurp. Marcus sucked and sucked, using his tongue to cradle the thick shaft nestled deep in his throat.
Marcus had the sexiest damn mouth Enver had ever felt around his dick. He stretched wide, working strong, mind-altering pulls from root to tip. Every time Enver pulled back, Marcus swirled his tongue around the tip and slit, moaning and groaning his pleasure as he opened wide to take more when Enver would push forward.
“Gonna blow soon if you’re not careful.”
Marcus’s gaze flicked upward, those pleading, unguarded eyes looking up as he practically purred.
“Like that idea, don’t you? My seed coating your throat? Lingering on your tongue while I take your ass and fuck it hard.”
Marcus sucked in so solidly, his cheeks hollowed.
“Fuck. Fucking-A.” Enver drew back his hips, ramming them forward as Marcus took him all the way again. They were suspended there, as though someone had hit pause. The need to come vibrated through Enver, an irresistible force that marked him in every way possible.
Unable to stop himself, he released suddenly, his dick pulsing hard a few times as Marcus continued to enthusiastically suck, drinking every drop Enver gave. When Enver finally pulled free, a ghost of a smile played over Marcus’s lips.
“Quite satisfied with that, aren’t you?”
Marcus’s smile vanished. “No, Sir.” His gaze fell to Enver’s semi-erect cock. “I still need you inside me.”
Enver crouched, folding his hands in front of him to rob Marcus of the view. “I dunno. Not sure I’ll be able to get it up again. Me being an old man and all.”
Marcus snorted and rolled his eyes. “Puh-leeze. You have stamina a college frat boy would be jealous of. I’m going to wear out long before you do.”
Enver touched the corner of Marcus’s mouth, wiping away a few drops of fluid. “Have a problem with that?”
“Not in the least.” Marcus grinned widely. “I’m one lucky son-of-a-bitch.”
“I’m the lucky one.” Enver moved his mouth to Marcus’s, almost whimpering at the intimacy swirling between them. He bit and tugged, and then licked and soothed away the sting. He wanted to shove his way into Marcus’s mouth and devour him whole, but as Enver drew back, the sight of that playful half smile hit him with an unexpected wave of emotion and punched him right in the center of the chest. But this time, it was even more powerful given Marcus’s vulnerable position and the trust he continually offered Enver as their relationship grew. Unconditional love and acceptance rushed through him, filling in all the remaining spaces to make him whole. Enver could fall for this man over and over and over again.
He had the rest of his life to love Marcus.
Marcus glanced between Enver’s spread thighs, snorting softly when he spotted the telling signs of a growing cock. “See? I knew it.”
“Yeah, yeah. Quit gloating.” Enver’s dick twitched in response to that hungry gaze, eyelids half-closed already. So fucking gorgeous, all that need and want and hopeless longing showing clearly in Marcus’s blissed-out expression. It was similar to how he looked when he was creating endless strings of the stupid code that got him all spun up sometimes. Enver wasn’t complaining. He’d never get tired of seeing Marcus look that way.
Never got tired of being the cause.
“Christ, Marcus,” Enver murmured as he tugged him closer. “Think I’ve switched out one addiction for another.” Their mouths met in a messy kiss. Everything slowed again as the desperate urgency morphed to a languid build of pleasure. He’d never expected that kind of intimacy to exist for him.
Never in his wildest fantasies had he imagined someone like Marcus Holly.
Enver kissed the top of Marcus’s head, breathing in the warm, comforting scent of shampoo and knowing he had to be inside him soon. He stood, shifting beside Marcus to allow room for the instructions he was about to give.
“Push with your feet, and lift up just like you’re going to stand without the ropes binding you.” He wrapped his hand around Marcus’s elbow, guiding him as he changed position. Marcus made the transit
ion smoothly, a testament to his agility in the ropes and Enver’s skill level as a rigger. Still suspended in Enver’s complicated maze of ropes, Marcus was now in a reclined seated position, his legs spread slightly to allow unimpeded access to his ass and his cock.
Unable to help himself, Enver touched the straining tip, spreading the pearl of precome that had gathered there. Their gazes locked, dark and hungry for one another as he lifted his finger to his mouth. Emotion hung in the air between them so thick, Enver swore he could see it. The intensity would have frightened him if it was someone other than Marcus. He saw the acceptance of a man who loved him despite his flaws.
“Enver.”
The desperate sound of his name tripping past Marcus’s lips shattered the moment and propelled Enver into motion. He stripped completely in a matter of a few heartbeats, tossing his clothes away haphazardly.
One hand on his fully recovered cock, he tore open the condom foil with his teeth and discarded the package. Gaze locked on Marcus, Enver rolled on the rubber, making a show of the task just to watch Marcus’s expression go all hard and ravenous again. And just because he could fuck with him, he took his time slicking on a thick coat of lube.
Marcus started fidgeting in the ropes.
“Comfortable?”
“Yeah.” At Enver’s raised brow, Marcus cleared his throat and tried again. “Yes. Just...need...”
“Go on.”
He took a few breaths, slow and steady as though he was trying to calm his system. “Need you.”
Enver didn’t need clarification, but fucking with Marcus was too decadent. “To do what?”
“Anything. Anything at all. Anything you want.”
“Ah, all good answers.” He added additional lube to two of his fingers before tossing the packet to the side. He paused, momentarily mesmerized by the sight of Marcus straining against the ropes, flushed red cock so hard it was perpendicular to the rest of his body. “It just so happens, I want to fuck you.”
Tension bled from Marcus as he relaxed against the ropes, allowing them to cradle him. His eyes. God, his eyes went all heavy-lidded and distant as he tumbled into the right headspace. “I’m all yours, Sir.”
Enver could spend hours teasing him, listening to those hushed words of absolute surrender. He pressed lubed fingers against the pucker, pleased with the answering hiss. Marcus tensed for a split second and then exhaled as Enver slipped inside. He was tempted to take himself in hand to stroke himself while he slowly fucked Marcus. But the enticing display spread out before him was too gorgeous. He spread his fingers slightly against the clench, working those muscles to open Marcus even more, prepare him so Enver could slide right inside.
Satisfied with his work after a few minutes of mercilessly teasing, he went to one knee and rolled down onto his back so he lay on the mattress with Marcus suspended above him. Though he was no longer eye-to-eye with Marcus, the view was just as exquisite—the elegant slopes and curves of his shoulders and back all bound up with Enver’s rope. He dragged the tip of his cock along Marcus’s ass crack, enjoying the way the two firm globes separated by his ropes kept Marcus wide and ready for him.
Despite the roaring in his ears to drive up into Marcus, Enver took a few steadying breaths and spoke. “I’d love to keep you like this. Ready and waiting for me to come fuck you at my leisure. New art for the club, maybe.”
“Please.” Marcus gasped. “Sir.”
“What part?”
“All of it. I just... I need you inside me.”
The desperate tone of the words triggered something inside Enver. He yearned to give Marcus everything he wanted and more for the rest of his life. “And I need to be inside you, Marcus. Stretching your ass, making it sore so you feel the ache days and days later. Knowing the man you love was the one who gave you that pleasure.”
Marcus only moaned in answer.
Enver wrapped his hands around the two handholds he’d created for himself while encasing Marcus in the ropes. They creaked, but he was confident in his abilities to know they would take the additional weight.
Muscles and veins stood out on Marcus’s arms as he patiently waited. His breathing was uneven, vacillating between shallow and deep. Everything about him—the heady smell of his arousal, the sight of him poised for what Enver had in store—was unspeakably sexy.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Enver positioned his dick at Marcus’s entrance and thrust upward. Marcus’s muscles clamped around him as he cried out, then immediately relaxed as Enver drove deeper, powering into him.
“Fuck.” The word tumbled past Marcus’s lips as a ragged sob.
A delightful, tortured, trembling little sob.
Enver understood—he couldn’t concentrate on anything except fucking him. He levered his hips back against the mattress and thrust up. Deliciously, endlessly fucking Marcus with insane slowness and punishing power.
When he glanced down, watching his dick slide in and out of that delectable ass, he ran out of breath. His lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, but he powered through it, loving the way his muscles trembled from the effort. Never wanting it to end.
He tightened his hold on the makeshift handles, squeezed his eyes shut and rode Marcus good and hard. Each time his hips impacted with Marcus’s ass, his lover’s whole body jolted and quivered in the bondage. The force of their lovemaking also shook the bed frame, driving home the fact Marcus was at Enver’s utter mercy.
A low, throaty moan sounded above him. The noise wrapped around Enver’s cock and heart, connecting them in a way he’d never thought possible. He was hungry and desperate and ah, God...yes.
Marcus’s ass went impossibly tight around Enver’s cock, forcibly hauling him over the edge so he had no choice but to careen out of control right along with him. Enver pumped fast a few times as he chased his climax then buried himself to the hilt, trying to get as deep inside Marcus as he could. Even still, it was never enough.
It would never be enough.
“Oh...ah, fuck!” Marcus shouted, a sound that didn’t even sound human.
The whole world went supernova, everything pulsing and vibrating as they came together in a symphony of curses and shouts. Enver was certain he could go for hours like this, hanging in that decadent state of nirvana that made him feel as though he was soaring.
Everything burned in that oh-so-good way as his body sagged back against the mattress. Just the tip of his already softening cock was nestled inside Marcus’s ass, as though Marcus wasn’t ready to let him go. He was tempted to stay like this for as long as it took for him to get hard again, but Marcus had already been suspended in his bondage for longer than comfortable for a novice.
Enver took a few minutes to regain his bearings, knowing his job wasn’t complete despite the heaviness trying to settle into his bones. He still had a submissive to attend. When his vision cleared and he felt steady enough, he discarded the condom and released the ties he’d set to secure Marcus in the suspended position. He lowered the rigging slowly, relaxing his grip only when Marcus was flat on the mattress.
As their gazes met, Marcus whispered, “Thank you.”
Enver pressed a gentle kiss to his knee as he unwound the rope. “You don’t have to thank me, but you’re welcome.”
“I don’t think I could ever thank you enough.”
“You already have, gorgeous.” He continued freeing Marcus, checking any pressure points to confirm he hadn’t pinched any veins, rubbed skin raw or broken any blood vessels. Satisfied the red marks were the result of Marcus’s movement while he’d been restrained, he dropped the last of the rope into a pile on the floor he would clean up later.
“Feel all right?” Enver asked as he settled beside Marcus, pulling him close as he tugged a soft sheet up to cover them from the waist down.
“Good,” Marcus responded with a lopsided smile as his eyes slid clos
ed. “Fucking fantastic.”
Enver caressed Marcus’s cheek, loving the way his fingertips slid against the fine sheen of drying sweat and enjoying the heat of their skin pressed together. Marcus held his gaze, his eyes not as glassy or dilated now. Without a word, he offered his mouth.
Though every bone in Enver’s body felt as though it had been reduced to rubber, he kissed Marcus long and slow, pushing against his lips with the tip of his tongue. Marcus opened, groaning softly as Enver slipped inside. Thoughts of what they’d done, what he wanted to do to him in the future, evaporated as his focus became how damn satisfying it was having Marcus against him.
Panting, he broke the kiss. He pulled in a breath, ready to settle down for Marcus’s aftercare—and maybe a little of his own—but forced it out in a rush when he saw those eyes with the blown pupils gazing up at him with love and pleasure written all over his striking face.
“You’re a walking, talking threat to my sanity, you know that, gorgeous?” He chuckled softly as Marcus’s limp cock stirred against his thigh. “Always ready to go.”
Marcus curled his arm around Enver’s torso, lifting his knee to nudge against Enver’s testicles. “Look who’s talking.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“It’s a very good thing,” Marcus said against Enver’s neck as he nuzzled closer.
This had always been one of Enver’s favorite parts of a session. Before it had been about letting the dust settle after an intense scene. But with Marcus, it was about reconnecting on a deeper, emotional level. Though Enver had always been careful to shower a sub with his affection and appreciation, with Marcus he felt the need to be especially demonstrative with his thanks. He’d demanded so much of Marcus, overwhelming him in every way possible and he’d taken it all and given back tenfold.
In the span of a few heartbeats, Marcus’s breathing fell into an even pattern and his body grew heavy as his exhaustion finally got the better of him. Enver lay there with the man he loved cradled in his arms, wondering how the night could possibly get any more perfect.
