Line Brawl: The Dartmouth Cobras #8

by Bianca Sommerland

  “Perfect.” Shawn folded his sleeves neatly high over his forearms then went to his small overnight bag, returning seconds later with a blindfold. He leaned over Ian and placed the blindfold over Ian’s eyes.

  “Wait.” Ian sucked in a breath. “Kiss me first. I need to see you when you kiss me…at least one last time.”

  “That’s ominous, man.” Shawn dropped the blindfold by Ian’s head and framed his jaw with on hand. “I hope the ‘last time’ won’t be soon.”

  Shuddering as Shawn’s hot breath skimmed his lips, Ian met the other man’s eyes. “It won’t be.”

  The bruising pressure of Shawn’s lips, the way he claimed Ian’s mouth with the deep stroke of his tongue, sent lust crashing deep into the pit of Ian’s stomach. Ian groaned, tugging restlessly at his wrists as Shawn eased back a little. A firm hand settled on the tie between Ian’s wrists, pinning him in place as Shawn took his time exploring his mouth.

  With his tongue and teeth and lips, Shawn made Ian feel more from the kiss than he’d ever felt from a good, hard fuck. His dick jutted out, twitching as arousal throbbed with each beat of his heart. His nerves were on high alert, and the soft brush of Shawn’s hand over his chest made him jerk with a surge of pleasure.

  Pulling away again, Shawn chuckling, flicking his tongue over Ian’s bottom lip. “You really do need this.”

  “Fuck, yes. Damn it, Shawn, just—”

  “Mein Herr.”

  “What?”

  “High protocol, Bärchen.” Shawn patted his cheek then straightened. “Let’s see how well it suits you.”

  It took a moment, but Ian remembered. The special names he and Shawn would use for one another during a scene. Instead of ‘pet’ and ‘Sir’.

  A soothing warmth filled him and he grinned, testing the words out, hoping he got them right. “Mein Herr.”

  “Very nice.” Shawn ran his hand down Ian’s side. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Mein Herr.” The words still felt a little strange to say, knowing what they meant, but an approving smile from Shawn made it worth getting used to. He held still as Shawn covered his eyes with the blindfold.

  In the darkness, Ian heard Shawn moving around the room. He sensed the man close to his side. Shuddered as Shawn’s fingers circled first one nipple then the other.

  “There’s something I will try that I believe you will enjoy very much. It may feel strange at first, but focus on the sensations.” Shawn’s fingers moved to the other nipple, tracing around and around, returning to the first, until both were tingling and erect. “I won’t ask permission. I won’t explain what I’m doing unless you pause the scene. Do so by speaking up, but otherwise, remain silent. Nod if you understand.”

  Ian nodded, not sure he could speak if he wanted to. He was so fucking turned on, just Shawn talking to him was pushing all the right buttons. He’d never come from words alone, but there was a first time for everything.

  Shawn seemed to know what he was thinking, because he stopped touching Ian’s nipples and laughed. “I can tell you’re so fucking close, but hold back for me, Bärchen, just a little longer. This should help.”

  Silence and then the slickness of Shawn’s tongue on his nipple. Ian hissed in a breath, fisting his hands as cold covered his pebbled flesh. Shawn had used something to make the cold last. Not unpleasant, but weird.

  The other nipple got the same treatment, then there was a pinch on each. One that didn’t go away. The cold had numbed Ian’s nipples, but his nerves seemed to draw up tight under that combination of sensations.

  “You’ve gone a little soft, Bärchen.” Shawn clucked his tongue, pressing his warm hand over Ian’s dick. “Are you in pain?”

  Shaking his head, Ian swallowed as his pulse quickened. His cock didn’t stay soft for long even with that casual touch. He shifted his hips.

  A slap on his inner thigh was all the warning he needed. Shawn would give him pain and pleasure, but in his own time. Ian couldn’t demand anything. He didn’t have to.

  All he had to do was let Shawn take whatever he wanted and reap the benefits.

  I can do that.

  “I can tell you understand. Very good. I’m pleased.” Shawn rubbed down his inner thigh, over the slightly stinging flesh. His accent had thickened, adding a sexy, rough edge to his tone. “I will be in the bathroom for a moment. If you’re uncomfortable, just call out.”

  Simple enough. Ian wasn’t worried that he’d be abandoned like this, but Shawn taking care to warn him made it easier to hear him walk away and relax and wait.

  He heard water running into a container.

  Breathing evenly, Ian let his focus return to the chilled tightness of his nipples. Only Shawn had ever paid much attention to his nipples, and until him, Ian had never known how erotic them being touched and toyed with and sucked on could be.

  When Shawn brought his little chemical toolbox into the mix? That attention became something Ian craved almost as much as having his dick jerked off. His nipples being played with could get him hard in seconds. And apparently, having them stimulated for a length of time kept him that way.

  The unfamiliar bite of cold and pressure had thrown him off for a minute, but now his dick was rock hard again, straining upward. A cool breeze over the moist pre-cum made him shudder.

  “Center yourself, just a little, Ian.” Shawn was back, standing close to the side of the bed. “I want you to last.”

  With a firm nod, Ian forced himself to turn his attention away from how fucking aroused he was. The dull throb in his nipples proved to be the perfect distraction. The cold sensation had shifted, heating a little more the longer he focused on them.

  “Better. Now lift your ass.”

  Ian went still. He swallowed hard, but didn’t hesitate.

  Shawn spread something beneath him, then tapped his hip. “Down.”

  Lowering his hips, Ian’s brow furrowed as he felt the towel now covering the comforter. “Wha—?”

  “Shh… You’re doing so well. Trust me, Bärchen.”

  Not a problem. Until a warm cloth covered the base of his dick and his balls. He held his breath. A few seconds later, the cloth was removed and Shawn spread a thick lotion-like substance over Ian’s balls.

  “Hold very still.”

  The familiar feeling of a razor brushing over his skin banished any idea of disobeying. Actually, Ian was pretty sure he’d never stayed this still in his life. His lips parted as he heard Shawn rinse the razor.

  “It’s a good thing you keep the hair trimmed. This shouldn’t take long.” Shawn handled Ian’s dick and balls carefully, removing all the short hair, his tone conversational. “It will make your skin very…reactive. Deep breaths and show me how much you can take.”

  Wasn’t so bad. Ian inhaled. Maybe a little tender…like his balls were more sensitive to temperature…

  No, it wasn’t that. Ian’s jaw tightened as a sharp, icy sensation spread over the flesh of his balls. Colder and colder, until it almost burned. Ian gasped, the muscles of his stomach and thighs tightening as he struggled not to pull away. It was like slapping aftershave on his freshly shaved face, only ten times worse. The burning spread, and he could feel it in his ass, all the way up to the slit of his dick.

  His eyes watered as he sucked in air through his teeth. Ok, this is bad. Fucking hell, I can’t…

  Shawn finished, and the warm cloth returned.

  The warmth intensified the sharp burn.

  Shitshitshit! Ian choked back a shout, digging his feet into the mattress.

  “Unpleasant at first, but together…” Shawn’s lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Pleasure sank in deep, soaking through the burn until it thrummed into Ian’s bones. “A chorus of sensations. Lose yourself to them, Ian. You don’t need to fight them. Let them take you.”

  Shawn’s mouth covered him again, and Ian was lost. Every inch of his skin lit up, like tiny sparks of ecstasy shot from every pore. He couldn’t help but squirm as a long suck drew him i
n deeper, turning the sparks into a pure, white-hot pleasure. Shawn’s tongue moved around the head of his cock, pressing to the underside.

  Close, so fucking close. If he let go, he’d come in Shawn’s mouth.

  Not enough. He shook his head. His brain was not firing on all cylinders, but there was something he had to say.

  “Not alone, Shawn. With you.” Ian shuddered as the edge of release tugged at him, almost painful to resist. But he did, because he didn’t want this alone. “Take me with you.”

  Fingers circling the base of Ian’s cock, Shawn lifted his head. The dick in his hand was dark red, from the solid, well defined head, all the way to the root, thick with veins, hot to the touch. Without hair, Ian looked even bigger, which was one of the reasons Shawn had shaved him clean. His balls were nice and heavy, his dick a bit longer than average, with an impressive girth.

  Tightening his grip to help ease Ian away from the edge, Shawn considered his next step. He’d planned to suck Ian off until he came this time, letting the mint on his nipples from Shawn’s favorite breath freshener, combined with the tea tree oil cut with conditioner on his newly shaved skin, heighten the experience. The oil could be almost painfully intense on parts of the genitals, both for men and women, but with some practice on himself he’d found the right combination to avoid it becoming pure torture.

  Thankfully, Ian had used Shawn’s shampoos and conditioners at home often enough that Shawn knew he wasn’t allergic. The only question had been how he would react to the sensations.

  He was so fucking close to coming. Shawn wanted to take him there, but he also loved how Ian had forced himself away from the edge, needing to share the pleasure. He didn’t care for overly demanding subs, but when one asked so nicely…?

  “I wasn’t sure how much you were ready for, Bärchen, but you’ve done very well.” Shawn rubbed his hands up Ian’s thighs, the light hair and skin slick with sweat. “I have one more thing I brought in case you were willing to go further than before.”

  Ian wet his lips, and even with the blindfold, Shawn could tell he was thinking hard about exactly how far they would go.

  “All I ask if for you to continue trusting me. I won’t hurt you.” Shawn grinned when Ian’s lip pressed together, slanting slightly. “That wasn’t actually painful, was it?”

  Cocking his head, Ian shrugged.

  “Fair enough.” Shawn opened the small green bottle from his kit, squeezing the smooth lotion into it. The scent was pleasant, subtle tea tree oil, with peppermint and aloe, a pricey all natural conditioner he found safe for extracurricular activities.

  Using the back of his wrists, he nudged Ian’s thighs apart.

  A notable shudder went through the man. He groaned, but didn’t try to close his legs.

  “Shh…” Shawn slicked a finger with the DIY warming lube and circled Ian’s tight hole. “Relax and this will be quite…interesting.”

  “Interesting?” Ian panted as Shawn pressed the tip of his finger into him. “Oh fuck, I don’t know if I can do this.”

  “Yellow or Ultron, Ian?” Shawn kept his fingertip within that snug ring of muscle, but didn’t press deeper. “Do you need to discuss this, or stop?”

  “Don’t stop.” Ian shifted restlessly, panting. The oil had begun to take effect. “It was burning, but now it’s…damn, it’s good. It’s hot. Not a bad hot. I need…”

  Shawn smiled. He knew exactly what Ian needed. One thing Shawn loved about chemical play was with the right combination, no impact at all was necessary for that perfect edge of pain and pleasure. Ian’s endorphins were taking over, confusing the sensations until everything felt good.

  Using a bit more lotion, he sank his finger into Ian, moving it in a slow rhythm as he spoke softly. “Bend your knees.”

  Ian obeyed, but the slight bend in his knees wasn’t enough. Shawn used his free hand to press them up and apart, admiring how fucking sexy Ian was, his round ass bared, his most sensitive parts completely exposed.

  “God, that’s hot, Bärchen.” Shawn poured more lotion into his hand. He managed to get two fingers past the ring of muscle without much resistance. “How does it feel?”

  Breathing in roughly, Ian subconsciously moved his hips in a way that let Shawn’s penetrating fingers in even deeper. He opened his mouth, no sound coming out as Shawn curved his fingers and found his prostate.

  Ian moved with Shawn’s steady thrusts. He didn’t need to answer; Shawn could tell by his face that he was relaxed. In a zone of pure ecstasy. All he would feel was more.

  There were two remaining objects Shawn had retrieved from his bag, neither he’d really been sure he’d need. One was a condom. The other was a butt plug, only a little bigger than his two fingers, with the rounded end wide enough to provide a nice stretch for a novice.

  Withdrawing his fingers, Shawn stripped quickly, then lubed up the plug. He knelt between Ian’s parted thighs and pushed the plug into him gradually, his eyes on Ian’s face. The plug settled into place and Ian trembled, like his body was trying to find a new way to absorb everything being done to it.

  Opening the condom, Shawn climbed onto the bed, rolling the condom down Ian’s length, grinning at Ian’s confused frown. “Hold your breath. This might hurt a bit.”

  Time for the nipple clamps to come off.

  A rough shout escaped Ian as the blood pulsed back into his nipples. He tried to buck against the pain, but Shawn pinned his hips, straddling him and gently brushing his hands over his tender flesh.

  Ian hissed in a breath. “Shit, shit don’t touch them. Fucking painful.”

  “Do you need to stop?” Shawn rose up, guiding the head of Ian’s cock into his own body. He lowered, inch at a time, pleasure pumping into his dick and his balls, flaring at the base of his spine. “God, you feel so good, Ian. I want to fuck you.”

  Tugging abruptly at his restraints, Ian made a rough, low sound. “Then fuck me. I can take it, Shawn.”

  Once he held Ian deep in his body, Shawn leaned down, kissing Ian as he held his wrists firmly in place. “You are taking it, Ian. Everything I give you. You wanted this, didn’t you?”

  “I want it to be good for you too.” Ian’s fists opened and closed, as though he was fighting a battle in his mind. And losing. “Not like…”

  Ah, I see the problem. “Not like last time?”

  “Exactly.”

  “Does this feel.” Shawn lifted his hips, driving down hard, before repeating the motion. “Anything.” He licked Ian’s bottom lip. “Like last time?”

  Jutting his hips up, letting out steady, incoherent rasps of passion, Ian shook his head. His back bowed as Shawn increased his pace, and he growled out a sound of pleasure that must have grated his throat.

  Palming his own dick, Shawn jerked himself off, coming seconds later, like the dam used to delay his release had splintered. He braced his hands by Ian’s head, his arms shaky, as his cum hit Ian’s stomach. His balls tightened as the last spine tingling burst of sweet fucking heat shot through him.

  Kissing Ian’s lips, Shawn lazily rested half his weight on the other man, enjoying the slight shift of thick muscles beneath his chest. He watched Ian’s face, pleased to see how at ease he was.

  Not demanding to be released, not regretting what he’d done, simply basking in the lingering sensations as though he had nowhere else he’d rather be. Shawn smiled, gently drawing off Ian while giving him a slow, open-mouthed kiss.

  “Mmm…” Ian didn’t budge, not even when Shawn removed the plug, though he winced as the thick part stretched his tender muscles. “Come cuddle.”

  Shawn arched a brow after he’d ducked into the bathroom to wet a facecloth. “You’re into cuddling now?”

  “Yeah, cuddling is nice.” Ian’s lips curved. He tugged at his hand, seeming confused that it was tied. “I think I’m stuck.”

  “I think you’re over-tired and high on the feel-goods,” Shawn teased, untying the makeshift restraints, then rubbing Ian’s wrists. They weren’t
even that red. Ian hadn’t tried very hard to fight them. “I’m going to clean you up, then lay down with you, okay?”

  “’Kay.” Ian closed his eyes, making a face as Shawn removed the condom and wiped him down. “I should be doing that.”

  Shaking his head, Shawn tossed the facecloth in the trash so housekeeping wouldn’t have to deal with it. He washed up in the bathroom, leaving his clothes off to climb into bed with Ian for the night.

  Ian plopped an arm over Shawn’s chest, his eyes still covered with the blindfold, his lips in a crooked smile. “Do I gotta clear out in the morning?”

  Shawn idly brushed his fingers back and forth over Ian’s arm, trying to figure out what the man was talking about. Yep, I got nothing. “What do you mean?”

  “The rules…” Ian smirked, sounding all sleepy and silly. “We’re breaking ‘em all.”

  Rolling his eyes, Shawn held Ian a little tighter, pressing his lips to Ian’s hair. “Don’t forget, I’m making them up as I go.” He inhaled slowly, the fullness in his chest more than a little terrifying. “And I think you were meant to break every one.”

  Chapter 32

  “You did what?”

  Sam winced as Chicklet glared at her. Arms folded under her breasts, she shrugged, keeping her eyes on the sturdy linen sofas in the furniture store. Chicklet was replacing the one Thora had eaten. Apparently Raif’s new dog had a thing for leather.

  Trailing a few feet behind them with Thora leading him, Raif let out a soft laugh. “You may want to lower your voice, love.”

  “Why, so I don’t embarrass her?” Chicklet scowled at Raif. “She’s embarrassed me! A baby Domme playing at edging before she’s even earned the trust of her sub? Damn it, I need a drink.”

  “Now there’s a solution. Get drunk and none of this will matter.” Raif shook his head. “White’s with Pischlar, who is a responsible, experienced Dom. He’ll be fine.”

  Chicklet ran her fingers through her short, spiky hair and sighed. “He better be. If his game is fucked up because of this—”