by K. C. Wells
Xavier tugged Heath’s jeans a little lower, and then, using his thumbs, he spread Heath’s cheeks to reveal his hole, the puckered skin stretching. He rained down more smacks before resuming his stretch of that enticing hole, watching the dark orifice loosen as he pulled at Heath’s cheeks with his thumbs.
“Kneel up.” Xavier was surprised to hear the croak in his own voice.
Heath complied, and Xavier slowly lowered the zip on his jeans and pulled the flaps aside to reveal Heath’s red boxer briefs. Xavier ignored them—and the bulge beneath them—and instead trailed his fingertips lightly up Heath’s body to his jaw, where Xavier caressed Heath’s cheek and beard, listening to his breathing, which slowed, Xavier’s gentle touch clearly bringing a measure of calm.
Xavier smiled to himself as he slid one hand lower, not pausing at the briefs this time but reaching into them, to where Heath’s dick was hard and hot and wanting. The hitch in Heath’s breathing was delicious.
“Not yet,” Xavier whispered. “I haven’t finished playing with you.”
Heath moaned as Xavier withdrew his hand, then cried out in surprise when Xavier tapped the bulge in his briefs. A hard tap that he repeated before going back up to tug on Heath’s nipples, followed by another hard tap on his erection, until he was certain Heath had no clue what was coming next.
Xavier gave Heath a push, and he dropped onto all fours. Xavier removed Heath’s shoes and socks, then pulled his jeans down to his knees, followed by his briefs, leaving them just below the curve of Heath’s arse. Smiling to himself, Xavier grabbed the legs of Heath’s jeans and tugged hard, causing Heath to fall flat over the bench, his legs sticking out over the edge, his cock jutting out between them. Xavier removed his jeans, then grabbed Heath’s hips and pulled him up onto his knees. He slid a hand between Heath’s legs and gripped his balls, holding them in one hand, the skin stretched tight, while he tapped quickly and lightly on them with the backs of his fingers. Xavier pulled gently on Heath’s scrotum, rolling the balls between his fingers while he squeezed and caressed Heath’s arsecheeks.
“Mine. All this is mine.”
YOURS. THE word repeated over and over in Heath’s mind. Then he pushed out a sharp hiss as cool liquid trickled down his crease.
“You haven’t met my cock yet,” Xavier said with a chuckle. “I need to make sure you can take it.” Something cold and hard pressed against his hole, and Heath knew Xavier had lied about toys. What was unmistakably a glass dildo slowly penetrated him, smooth and unyielding, and he gasped as it stretched him.
“That’s it. Your hole is clinging to it, molded around it. So when I do this….” Xavier withdrew the dildo, then filled him again. “You should really feel it.” He slid the dildo in and out of Heath’s hole, picking up the pace, and Heath could no longer contain the sounds that poured out of him. “Let me hear you. No one else will, not on this side of the house at this hour. Let me hear how it feels.”
“Feels… hard, my lord.” Heath moaned as Xavier removed it completely, only to plunge it into him again. “Oh God.” Each time Xavier repeated the action, it took Heath’s breath away.
“Your hole is ready for me. Now get my cock ready to take you. Stand and remove your underwear.”
Heath scrambled off the bench and hastily removed his briefs. When he turned to locate Xavier, he found him on the bed, reclining against the pillows, lazily playing with his dick.
“On your belly, between my legs,” Xavier instructed.
Heath clambered onto the bed and crawled over to lie between Xavier’s spread thighs. Before he could take Xavier’s thick cock in his hand, Xavier pointed to his pants.
“Remove them. Remove everything but my shirt.”
Heath did as instructed, making sure to fold Xavier’s clothing. Malcolm wouldn’t want to have one black mark against him, if this was the only chance he got to impress. Xavier’s dick rose up, solid and meaty, and Heath licked his lips.
Xavier laughed. “You may be unknown to man, Malcolm, but you know what you want.” He held his cock around the base. “Here. Take it deep.”
Heath had to draw in a breath and remind himself to stay in character, because the likelihood of Malcolm deep-throating a dick like Xavier’s his first time had to be highly improbable. But as he moved closer, assessing the girth of the shaft offered to him, he smiled.
Fuck it.
Heath took the head of Xavier’s cock in his mouth, then leisurely slid down the shaft until his nose was buried in Xavier’s pubes.
Xavier’s heartfelt groan made Heath feel fucking invincible. He worshipped Xavier’s cock, kissing up and down its length, sucking at it, before enveloping it in his mouth. Xavier pushed up with his hips, his pace erratic, and Heath rejoiced at Xavier’s loss of calm.
“Enough!” Xavier cried out. “Let us see if your hole can take my cock as well as your mouth does.” He reached under the pillow and withdrew a condom packet, which he thrust into Heath’s hand. “Another lesson for you.”
Heath knew in Byerley’s time, they would have been bare. What shook him was the realization that he wouldn’t mind that one bit.
XAVIER HELD his glistening shaft steady. “Sit astride me and guide me into you.” He pulled up his shirt to bare his belly, and Heath’s legs straddled his waist as he slowly sat back on Xavier’s cock, his breathing more staccato with every inch that entered him. Xavier watched his shaft disappear inch by inch into Heath’s body, not all the way, but deep enough to begin with, Heath leaning back on his arms and rocking as he worked that cock with his body.
“Lord, but you’re tight,” Xavier exclaimed, and the awe in his voice was no act. Heath’s hole clung to his dick, encasing him in heat. “Can you take me deeper?”
Heath nodded, breathing heavily, and sank all the way down, Xavier’s cock disappearing from sight, buried in that tight heaven. Heath sat up, his hands on Xavier’s chest, and began to ride him. The temptation to pull Heath down into a kiss was enormous, but Xavier had a character to portray. Heath leaned over, and Xavier tilted his hips to fuck him faster, spearing his dick into Heath’s body. Heath’s face was inches from his. Heath’s lips were right there….
Xavier caught hold of Heath’s chin. “You want my kiss, don’t you?” Heath’s eyes widened. Xavier smiled. “First you must earn it. Turn yourself around on my cock. Do not let it slip from your body.”
Heath sat up and swiveled himself carefully around, Xavier’s dick still deep inside him. Xavier lifted Heath’s legs at the knees, until his feet were resting on Xavier’s thighs, Xavier taking Heath’s weight as he lay back. Xavier gripped Heath’s knees and held him steady as he fucked up into him, hips pistoning as he drove his cock all the way home. Heath groaned, and each cry only fueled Xavier’s desire, until his need was white-hot.
He shifted Heath until he lay on the bed beside Xavier, cradled in Xavier’s arm. “Take it,” he ground out, inching his way into Heath’s tight body before sliding out of him just as slowly, the pace almost too painful to bear. He took Heath’s cock in his hand and pulled on it, producing a shimmering length of precome that glistened in the light. He paused, the head of his cock resting against Heath’s hole. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want it,” Heath cried out breathlessly. “Please… touch me.”
Xavier molded his body to Heath’s and pushed deep into him with long, leisurely strokes, holding still when he was all the way inside. Short, fast strokes followed, his balls slapping against Heath’s arse, until the pace brought him too close to the edge, and he slowed it down to the previous speed. They danced like that, balancing a delicate line as Xavier steered them both to the moment when orgasm would shatter them both. Heath’s cock painted trails of precome across his belly, and Xavier fed it to him, Heath’s mouth warm around his thumb as he sucked every drop from it.
Xavier placed Heath’s foot on his thigh, then held Heath’s hand there, the other wrist locked in Xavier’s left. Then he began to fuck Heath with slow, deliberate s
trokes, pausing after each one before filling him to the hilt again and again, picking up speed. “Keep your hands where they are,” he demanded, grabbing Heath’s raised knee as he pistoned once more into Heath’s body, Heath’s cries growing more frequent. “You feel it, don’t you, boy? Inside you?”
Heath moaned, his body stiffening as come pulsed from his dick, one long ribbon, followed by a thick stream that puddled beneath the head, so white against the creamy skin of Heath’s belly. His body was tight around Xavier’s shaft, and the friction was just perfect. Xavier cried out as he filled the condom, his back arched, shuddering with each pulse inside Heath.
When Heath lay in his arms, an occasional jolt of pleasure running through him, Xavier stroked Heath’s soft beard. “You pleased me,” he said softly, before leaning over and kissing Heath on the mouth, a slow enjoyment of Heath’s lips as he drank in the sight and smell of the man.
When he broke the kiss, Heath let out a long sigh.
“You’ve pleased me greatly, Malcolm.”
Xavier peppered Heath’s chest with gentle nips and kisses.
“Thank you, my lord.”
“I see great things ahead for you at the manor.”
They lay wrapped in each other’s arms for a time, with Xavier continually touching, stroking, fondling. Even though his firm strokes showed he was still obviously in his role as Byerley, he was sweet as well. It was…amazing. Heath never wanted this night to end, and he truly looked forward to more with Xavier.
“I’m afraid I have an early morning tomorrow, and I must get some rest.” Xavier traced a line along Heath’s sternum with his finger. “You’re dismissed for the night. I’ll see you bright and early, and expect you to be prepared for my arrival. Is that understood?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Then I bid you good night, Malcolm.” Xavier smiled. “End scene.”
“Tell me we’re going to do this again,” he said, cupping Xavier’s cheek. “Soon.”
Xavier chuckled. “I’m already working on the next scene. That fast enough for you?”
Heath snuggled up against him, smiling. “Yes, my lord.”
Chapter Twelve
HEATH SAT gingerly on the couch. Xavier—well, Byerley—had really worked him over tonight.
Who am I kidding? He’s worked me over for the last three Sundays in a row.
Not that Heath’s mouth was complaining, even if his arse was. Since that initial Friday night, Sunday evenings had become play time. “Byerley’s bedroom” had undergone a slight adjustment to become “the stable,” and oh my God, that had been….
Amazing? Epic? For a man who loved words, Heath was running out of adequate adjectives, and that was down to Xavier. God, Xavier in Byerley’s role was everything—and more—from the books. He had the gruff voice, the beard, the broad, fuzzy chest, the—
“Heath!” Rob plopped down on the couch beside him. “How are you?”
Heath had to admit, he was fond of Rob and his exuberance. Each time he and Xavier visited the club, Rob made it a point to approach Heath and invite him upstairs.
“I’m good.” He glanced over to the bar where Xavier had gone to get two bottles of water, until he’d been waylaid by another member. “I love this club.” Everyone seemed so friendly.
“Me too. So, listen. A bunch of us are getting together upstairs. I thought I’d stop by and ask if you wanted to join us.”
Heath’s first instinct was to say no, but he’d done that the last few times. Rob’s going to think I’m really standoffish. Besides, he knew it was just his innate shyness that prevented him from jumping on the idea.
“Let me check with Xavier. If he says it’s okay, then I’ll come up.”
Rob let out a low whistle. “He’s already got you collared, huh? Man, Vic would never make me ask.” His lips twitched.
That made Heath chuckle. “Okay, you and I both know that’s a lie.” He tugged at the collar of Rob’s shirt, revealing his chain. “And just who is the one who’s been collared?”
Rob blushed. “Fine. But why do you have to ask Xavier? Why can’t you just come upstairs with us?”
Heath smiled. “Because I came here with him? And telling him is just good manners, especially if I want a ride home.”
Rob shrugged. “Okay, that makes sense.” He grabbed Heath’s hand. “Let’s go ask him now!”
Heath had to laugh. Rob was a force of nature when he wanted something.
But as they approached where Xavier sat, Rob came to a halt. “Ooh, I spy a newbie!”
The man who’d just taken a seat at the bar was shorter than Heath, at maybe five feet five, his build slender. His hair was done up in a brush cut, and he wore dark pants with a pink shirt.
Heath’s natural reticence kicked in. “Maybe he doesn’t want to be invaded.”
His words made no dent in Rob’s intent. “Gotta say hi and let him know he’s welcome to come up with us.” He made a beeline for the guy, stopped just in front of him, and held out a hand. “Hey, my name’s Rob. How are you?”
The guy’s forehead crinkled, like he was trying to make out who this strange young man was. He reached for Rob’s hand, and Heath noticed how slender his fingers were. Dainty. That was the word that struck Heath.
Finally the guy spoke. “I’m Nick. Was there something you wanted?” His voice was soft, even melodic.
Now that Heath thought about it, it was also slightly pissed off.
Rob beamed at him. Heath had to admit, as a welcome wagon, Rob was perfect. He was affable and funny, but he could also be serious when necessary. He’d put Heath at ease from the moment they met.
One look at Nick’s cool expression told him Rob might not find him so accommodating.
“A bunch of us are going up to the third floor. Eli and Jarod, they’re the owners, put a room up there for the subs to gather and talk. We’ve got video games, a dart machine, drinks and snacks and—”
“Why the fuck are you asking me to come up to your little clubhouse?” Nick snarled.
Rob reared back and held up his hands. “Whoa, sorry, mate. I was just trying to let you know the space was available.”
“So, what is it this time?” Nick clutched his shirt. “Because I like pink, or because I’m short and slight, that makes me a twink?” He stood, but he wasn’t the least bit intimidating. Nick pointed to where a couple of Doms sat at a nearby table, both in harnesses, one in leather pants, and both watching the scene with interest. “Because I’m not like those guys, I must be a sub, right?”
Rob swallowed hard. “That’s not what I meant.” Heath felt for him. Rob was only being himself.
Nick leaned against the bar, his expression smug. “Go on, then. What did you think? Please, enlighten me.”
Rob tugged at his collar, his gaze darting around the room. “I… I….” He huffed out a breath. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to offend you. I was trying to make you feel welcome. I mean, I might have come on kind of strong, but….”
Heath had heard enough. He glared at Nick. “You’re being a dickhead.”
Nick and Rob’s gazes snapped to Heath, and Nick gaped at him. “Excuse me?”
Heath wasn’t about to stop. “Rob was trying to make you comfortable. He wanted you to know this is a great place. And for his trouble, you berated him like he was a petulant child. Who the hell are you to go off like that?” He took a breath, forcing himself to be calm.
Nick stared at him in silence for a moment, and then he flushed, the tide of red staining his cheeks. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t have flown off the handle like that. It’s just….” All traces of smugness and anger were gone, leaving in their place a pained expression. “It’s a bit of a sore spot with me. People take one look, and they put me in this role, you know? I could be the baddest Dom out there, but they’re never going to look past—” He gestured to himself. “—this.”
Rob slid onto the seat beside Nick. “I get what you mean. I honestly didn’t
mean to offend you. I try to meet everyone, and I like to invite the subs to visit Subspace, the lounge Eli and Jarod added for us.”
Nick chuckled. “So now you know I’m not a submissive….”
Rob shrugged but gave a conciliatory smile. “Your invite is revoked. Sorry, mate.”
This time Nick let out a full-on body laugh. When he finally had himself under control, he smiled at Rob. “Rob, I think you’re the first genuine person I’ve met in any of these clubs. I’ve been around, and let me tell you, guys who look like me are never going to be taken seriously.” He gazed at his surroundings. “I wasn’t going to come here tonight. I figured it would be another waste of time. But now?” He glanced around the club. “This looks like a nice place.”
“And it’s got some great people.” Rob reached for Heath. “Like this guy. He’s a mate. He never puts on airs or anything. He…. Okay, let me be upfront. I used to live in Manchester. I was… how can I put this? I was a prick to everyone. Long story short, I came to Secrets and met my Dom, Vic. He’s helping me find my center. I’d like to think I’m a better person now, and to show that, I do my best to make friends with everyone here. I really am sorry I offended you, and I hope you won’t hold that against the club.”
“I’m sorry too,” Heath added. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
Nick regarded him with wide eyes. “Why? You were right. I’m so used to being the butt of jokes, I get defensive as soon as someone talks to me. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone places and had big, burly guys come up to me and assume I was going to bend over for them. Or how many times they laughed when I told them I was a Dom.” He stroked a hand over his shirt, and he smirked. “Okay, maybe wearing this might have been a mistake, but it was a gift from my mum before I moved here from Astley, and it makes me feel… I don’t know. More comfortable.”
