The only other person Ford ever wanted involved was Akira. Her being there would be good, even though part of him wanted to share this first with Cort alone. Make sure their bond was as strong as his and Akira, or hers and Cort.
But the one person who didn’t belong anywhere near his relationship, physically or mentally, was Kyle.
Ford hadn’t been thinking of Kyle at all when Cort had touched him. When he’d set the rules to the game or told him how long it would last. That was the point. Cort wanted to make sure he was the only one on Ford’s mind when they were together.
Moving on to a fresh stain and following Akira’s instructions from earlier, Ford went back to work. He shoved four coveralls in the washer, tossed in some laundry tabs, and turned the machine on. Took off the gloves and tossed them in the sink to wash them, then hang them up to dry. He moved to dry his hands on his jeans, but only ended up with wet smears on the cotton of his boxers.
Shit. Forgot about that. He made a face, finding a clean towel to dry his hands, goosebumps rising on his arms as the temperature in the garage started to drop. Any other day, he’d grab a hoodie, but screw it. Things were about to get interesting.
By the time he got to the kitchen, he was even more aware of how close to naked he was. One look at Cort told him how much his man enjoyed keeping him that way. Not that Cort hadn’t been looking at him longer, the heat in his eyes growing more intense for months, but the way his gaze traced every inch of Ford now lingered like a bruising kiss, or a firm grip, drawing him close.
Cort had set two plates, which meant he’d probably called Akira and she wouldn’t be back in time for supper. She usually let them both know, but Ford hadn’t heard his phone. Maybe he’d been too distracted?
No. Her ringtone would have gotten through to him, no matter what he was doing. He’d never missed a call or a text from her.
Which meant she hadn’t tried to reach him.
Frowning, Ford pulled out a chair, sitting back as Cort served the fried chicken and Caesar salad. “Is Akira still with Oriana? I hope everything’s all right?”
“Everything’s fine.” Cort picked up a piece of chicken and took a big bite, chewing slowly, then washing it down with a few gulps of ice water. “She’s spending the night and asked us not to wait up.” He wiped the edge of his mouth with a napkin, his lips curving slightly. “And she said to tell you to behave.”
“I will.” Ford dipped his fork into his salad, shifting it around distractedly before glancing up at Cort. “Is that all she had to say?”
“Yes. She sounded busy when I finally got ahold of her.” Cort set down his chicken. “She doesn’t spend much time with Oriana. Maybe she wants to take advantage of the bit of time they have left before the team’s moved.”
Ford shook his head. “Even if the team’s relocated, it wouldn’t be for another year. Maybe two.”
“What do you mean by ‘if’, Ford? It’s pretty much a done deal.”
“Not. Yet.”
Cort’s lips thinned as he stabbed his salad. “You plan on telling me how you’ll get Keane to change his mind? I might not be clear on all the details, but his resolve seems damn solid.”
This conversation wouldn’t go anywhere good. And it could wait. Ford took a bite of his chicken, smiling as the tender meat came apart under the savory crust. He’d expected it to be dry, like the last few times Cort had made this same meal, but his man had apparently taken Akira’s tips to heart.
“This is delicious.” He licked his lips and held up a hand when Cort’s expression hardened. “Yes, I’m changing the subject. You know I’ll do what I can to save the team, but there’s still time. And I’d much rather discuss how you managed to keep the chicken from tasting like leather.”
Red stained Cort’s cheeks as he looked over the food with a hint of sheepish pride. The man rarely blushed, but when he did, it was kinda cute.
And didn’t last. Ford grinned as Cort served them each another piece of chicken as though that was the only way he knew how to respond to the praise. Then he cleared his throat.
“I’m glad you like it. But next time, why don’t you fucking tell me?” Cort shook his head and tore a piece off his chicken leg, looking more than a little impressed with himself. “I mean, it was edible before, but this is much better.”
“Not sure how you called that edible after you’ve had Akira’s amazing chicken.”
“I figured it was just different recipes.”
“Since when is chicken supposed to be a workout for your jaw?”
Shrugging again, Cort returned his focus to his food.
Ford did the same, not sure how to lighten the mood again. He cursed himself when he considered that Cort had never gotten a chance to be picky with food, between Sutter cooking for him—the man considered jerky two food groups—prison, and whatever he grabbed at the bar. He could grill a mean steak, but his cooking experience had been severely limited.
Until they’d begun preparing for Jaxon to come live with them. Cort had started paying more attention when Akira made supper. Asked her for advice. Even started printing out recipes he’d found online.
He wanted to make sure Jaxon ate well, even when he was the one cooking. And Ford loved him even more for it.
You’ve got a fucked up way of showing it.
“Stop looking all guilty. I wasn’t a great cook and I know it. Kids are picky. I improved so I can do my part.” Cort leaned back in his chair. “Now come here.”
The abrupt shift in Cort’s demeanor threw Ford off balance again as he rose from his chair. Cort gave him a lazy smile, turning his chair sideways as Ford approached. He pulled Ford down to straddle his lap, claiming his lips in a languorous kiss.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” Cort reached over and picked up a piece of chicken from his plate. He held it to Ford’s lips. “Fried chicken isn’t the sexiest food though.”
Deciding to prove Cort wrong, Ford opened his mouth, taking the chicken and Cort’s finger and thumb into his mouth. He let his lips slide over them slowly, grinning as he pulled back and chewed the small piece of chicken.
“I stand corrected.” Cort’s dick swelled between them, pressing against Ford’s own hardening cock. He wrapped an arm around Ford’s waist, holding him closer as he fed Ford another piece of chicken. “But now I’m teasing myself. I’d much rather you sucking my dick than my fingers.”
“Yeah?” Ford moved to stand, but Cort held him in place. Brow lifted, Ford stared at him. “Be hard to do with me on your lap.”
“I know, but I like you here.” Cort’s lips curved. He spread his thighs, his hand gliding down to Ford’s ass. “Every time you climb on me, just like this, I want to rip your clothes off and make you ride my dick. I can tell you know exactly what you’re doing to me, but while I was trying to take things slow, it was fucking torture.”
Inhaling roughly, Ford leaned forward as Cort’s fingers slid down the seam of his ass and pressed against him. Even through the material of his boxers, the heat and the pressure of Cort’s fingertips stimulated all his nerves. He lowered his face to the curve of Cort’s neck, panting as the pressure increased.
“Is that how you want me now?”
“No. Not yet.” Cort lifted Ford up, pulling his boxers down to bare his ass. One arm barred across his back, holding him in place. “Right now, I just want to play with you. I love that I can do whatever I want, wherever I want.” He spit in his palm, then brought his hand down slicking Ford’s hole and pressing his fingers against him again. This time, he penetrated Ford with the tip of one finger. “You’re so fucking hot. How does that feel?”
At first, it felt a bit strange. Invasive and vulnerable. But as Cort worked his finger in deeper, Ford groaned, the rough sensation of being so exposed adding to the gritty pleasure. This was Cort, exploring his reactions, touching him as though Ford’s body belonged to him.
Exactly what Ford had wanted from him. This pure feeling of possession. He gasp
ed through parted lips as Cort added another finger, only the tips of two straining in, but enough that the stretch brought on the sweetest bite of pain.
“Good.” Ford shifted his hips, grinding his dick against Cort’s, the movement letting Cort’s fingers in a little deeper. “So good.”
“Yeah?” Cort made a slight pumping motion with his fingers, working all the sensitive nerves, latching on to the back of Ford’s neck when he ground down again. “Don’t move. Tell me when you’re close.”
Breathing hard, Ford fought not to move as Cort forced his fingers in deeper. The burn intensified and precum seeped from the tip of Ford’s dick. He had no doubt he could come from this alone, but he had a feeling Cort wouldn’t let him. This was more edge play, and for some reason, Cort’s fingers in his ass made it even harder to hold back than being jerked off had been.
When Cort’s knuckles breached him, and his fingers curved, Ford’s whole body started shaking. A surge of pleasure made his hips jerk, which only spurred another.
“Oh God.” Ford rested his forehead against Cort’s, breathing fast and trying to hold his gaze. “I can’t take much more. I want you.”
Cort smiled, kissing him as he withdrew his fingers, then fixed Ford’s boxers. “Soon. Now go finish eating.”
I may kill this man. Ford’s legs were unsteady as he climbed off Cort’s lap, but he made it back to his chair. Continued eating as Cort went to wash his hands. Didn’t bother complaining when Cort started talking about a restoration he’d done on a vintage truck, acting like he hadn’t just left Ford needy as fuck.
After the meal was done, Ford cleaned the kitchen, his dick still hard and his ass still clenching around the lingering sensations. His brain was a little hazy, as though lust had taken hold and blurred all other thoughts. Once the kitchen was spotless, he simply stood there, feeling a little lost. Cort hadn’t told him what to do next and he craved that, for some reason.
He recognized the headspace he was in. He usually didn’t get here without pain, but that tended to come on faster, with a sharp clarity. This was like floating aimlessly in a cloud of desire, all his senses on high alert, pure need wrapping around him.
A hand settled on his shoulder and he looked over at Cort who gave him a gentle smile. “You got in the zone faster than expected. Come.”
When they reached the bedroom, Cort turned to him, cupping his cheek and studying him for a moment. He brought his lips to Ford’s, kissing him slowly as he hooked his fingers into the waist of Ford’s boxers, easing them down, then guiding Ford to the end of the bed.
“Bend over and brace your hands on the mattress. Good boy.” Cort smoothed his hand down Ford’s back. “You’re already floating a little. Let’s see if we can get you higher.”
Steady footsteps crossed the room. A zipper sounded. Cort returned, placing several items on the mattress near Ford.
Ford’s pulse picked up a notch at the sight of the lube and the long, butt plug, which was just a bit thicker than two of Cort’s fingers. Beside them lay Ford’s favorite flogger, which had several knots in each fall. The game was about to get more serious, which gave Ford a strange rush of fear and excitement.
“I know you always say you don’t need it, but you will use your safeword if you’re overwhelmed.” Cort stroked his back again, then leaned down, curving his hand under Ford’s jaw to turn his head and meet his eyes. “Understood?”
“Yes.” Ford knew Cort needed the word, but he wasn’t sure he’d said it out loud at first. Nothing seemed quite solid or real.
But Cort smiled and inclined his head. “Good.” He picked up the lube and the plug and stepped behind Ford. “Widen your stance a bit. Yes, just like that. Now don’t move.”
Cool liquid spilled down the crease of Ford’s ass, down to his balls. Cort’s fingers slipped over him, pressing lightly, then one filled him, going deeper than before with the lube easing his way. Ford tipped his ass up, craving more, shamelessly ready to beg if he had to.
“Fuck, I could play with your ass all night. The way you respond to every touch is fucking hot.” Cort added another finger. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Everything. Oh fuck, keep doing that.” Ford rode back against Cort’s fingers, letting out a low moan when they left him, much too soon. “Cort…”
Rather than respond, Cort replaced his fingers with the plug, his free hand on Ford’s hip holding him still when the widest part began to stretch him. The burn was rougher than it had been with Cort’s fingers, but Ford loved it. He tried to shove back against it.
Cort’s hand hit his thigh with a loud SLAP!
“If you move again you’ll get nothing but the plug tonight. You know how big I am. I don’t want to hurt you the wrong way.” Cort rubbed over the stinging on Ford’s thigh, then poured more lube over the plug. “Let it in.”
Holding still, Ford pressed and the plug slowly filled him, settling in deep. His ass clenched around it and he sucked in air through his teeth as Cort’s palm pushed on the base of the plug. Then he moved both his hands to cup Ford’s ass cheeks, spreading them.
“Mmm, I like that. Next time, I’ll use a much bigger one.” Cort massaged Ford’s ass, then reached over and grabbed the flogger. “I won’t go as hard on you as usual. I don’t think you’ll need it, this is already more than you’re used to. But if this goes well, next time we’ll do a full session.”
Getting flogged by Cort was one of Ford’s favorite experiences with the man…until now. He loved the sharp pain, loved the way the bruises reminded him of the scene for days after, but Cort was right. He wouldn’t need anything to remember this. His whole body was tingling, every nerve on high alert, and his thoughts were on nothing but what Cort was doing to him.
Still, as the falls slashed across his ass, the pain spread out in a wave of ecstasy, faster than it ever had before. He let out a loud moan as his ass tightened around the plug. When the falls hit the plug the jolt inside him made him shudder. His dick pulsed and he bit into his cheek, resisting the urge to come.
His whole ass blazed, the heat consuming him as he breathed through the pleasure/pain, jutting his hips back, unable to hold still anymore. When Cort’s hand settled on his hip, he went still wondering if he’d be punished for moving.
Instead, Cort leaned over him, pressing his lips to Ford’s shoulder. “That was fucking perfect. I’m going to take the plug out now. I know it’s hard, but I need you to hold still.”
Ford nodded, wincing as Cort pulled out the plug. The stretching made the marks on his ass sting even more, which was both wonderful and almost too much. But when the plug was gone, Cort stroked his sore flesh, then spilled more lube over him, soothing the burn.
“Tell me where you’re at, Ford.” Cort helped Ford straighten, then laid him on the bed on his back. “Are you ready for more?”
“Fuck yes.” Ford licked his lips as Cort pulled off his black shirt, tossing it aside before ditching his jeans and climbing onto the bed. His gaze ran down Cort’s body, all hard muscle, tattoos and scars, so familiar he could see him clearly even when he closed his eyes.
His dick, fully erect and dark red at his thick head was larger than most men, which had been a problem for Akira their first few times together. She still couldn’t take him fully in her body unless Cort fucked her ass, but she’d become an expert at deepthroating and given Ford some tips until he’d mastered the skill himself.
But that wouldn’t make this part any easier. Ford inhaled roughly as Cort’s body covered his.
Cort kissed him, smiling against his lips. “Are you sure about that?”
“Yes.” Ford spread his thighs, holding still as Cort positioned himself, knowing any uncertainty would make the man stop. He flicked his tongue over Cort’s lips. “What happened to all the dirty talk? Don’t tell me you’re going soft on me now.”
Huffing out a laugh, Cort shook his head. “No, but I won’t have you rushing me because you’re nervous.” Cort reached up to the
top of the bed, pulled down the leather restraints that were always tucked under the pillows. He stretched one of Ford’s arms up, then the other, restraining both. “I told you I wanted to watch my dick stretch you open. Nice and fucking slow. And I’m going to do that now unless you ask me to stop.”
“I won’t.”
But as the pressure increased, Ford struggled not to tense, sweat beading on his skin as the ring of muscles that had been toyed with all night was stretched more and more. Cort rose up on his knees, added lube, and pressed Ford’s thighs even further apart, hooking Ford’s knee over his elbow to lift him as he guided the head of his cock inside. This time, the slickness had the wide head of his dick gliding in easily. The fullness of him, moving deeper, then dragging back out, had Ford tugging at his wrists. He wanted to grab Cort, to urge him on.
Cort kept his gaze fixed on where their bodies were connected, sweat glistening on his own skin as he shifted his hips in gradual, measured thrusts. “Fuck, that’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. God, you feel good.”
“You’re driving me fucking insane.” Ford wrapped his hands around the chains above the cuffs, a heady flow of need and ecstasy surging low, weighing down in his core and expanding until all his limbs felt heavy with it. “Cort, please!”
A longer thrust brought Cort deeper, every inch stimulating nerves that hadn’t been reached before, Ford’s muscles tensing, then releasing as they were opened up more than he’d ever thought possible. The burn that had eased away before returned, adding to the raw pleasure, consuming him until he could do nothing but let out panting moans, jutting his hips as he sought the movement his body craved. Precum trailed from his dick to his stomach.
The firm grip around the base of his cock bowed his spine and he cried out.
“So fucking close already. Hold back for me, Ford.” Cort wrapped his hands around Ford’s waist, digging his fingers into the welts on his ass, making them throb as he eased in the last few inches of his length. “Mmm, the way you’re gripping my dick is incredible. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this. I want you so used to taking my dick I can have you whenever I want, pounding into you while you fuck our beautiful woman, letting you ride me while I eat her sweet pussy.” Cort pulled almost all the way out, added even more lube, then glided back in. “Or fucking her, then using nothing but her juices to fuck you. Would you like that?”
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