“I’m not really a job even though you have to work to get my ass.”
“Damn. Well, okay then, pretty much the same as you. Working with horses, raising them, training them.”
“You have a job here if you want it—that’s coming from Brian, not me. It’s not your own place but—”
Cord’s mouth cut Sully off and he stood, pulling Sully with him. “Dear God, tell me you have a key to the house with you and that there’s a bed in there.”
Sully pulled the key from his pocket where he’d put it before breakfast then slid it into Cord’s hand. “There are three.”
“Keys?”
“Beds.”
“Our own place…where we can walk around naked if we want to and I can make you scream until you’re hoarse without worrying about the others in the house… I have so many ideas for your sweet ass. For the record, in case you had any question, I
do not
want a long distance relationship and I’ll take that job your brother offered. I know we could make it work, but I don’t want to live across the country from you. I want us sleeping in the same bed every night.”
More than anything, Sully wanted the same. “You don’t mind that
Verus
isn’t solely ours?”
Cord shook his head. “My partner for life is part owner. I have a vested interest. That’s all I really want. You and to make my own mark on the world. I can do that here.”
“Let’s go inside, and you can make your own mark on me before we have to go back.”
Cord sucked in a breath, and Sully knew he’d said just the thing to push Cord’s arousal to the point of no return.
“I hope you’re not planning to ride tomorrow,” Cord rasped, pulling him toward the house. He unlocked the door and pushed Sully inside. Then he stepped into the small, front hallway, locked the door behind them and set the key on the table next to the entry. “You might not be able to do much sitting.”
Sully shivered, his ass already twitching with the thought of Cord’s hand on it. “Dinner tonight might be difficult,” he said, a slight tremor accompanying the quiet statement.
His lover smirked. “And I’ll enjoy every second of watching you squirm. Then I’ll take you upstairs and fuck you again until you’re screaming into the pillows.”
Sully had never seen this side of Cord, the part of him that was free to fully express himself without the constraints connected to living in close-quarters with a plethora of other people. The part that would let loose and love him with abandon, in any way that fit the moment. Intent on stoking the fire and seeing just how far Cord would go, Sully turned away. “Talk…talk. I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Chapter Seven
Sully took the stairs to the second floor two at a time and dashed to his favorite bedroom, already pulling off his button-down shirt. The provoked “bear” he’d roused tore into the room as Sully was bending to pull off his boots. The first one went flying as Cord moved like lightning to the bed and yanked Sully over his lap, facedown. He yanked down Sully’s jeans far enough to free his cock and bare his ass, but otherwise trapped his thighs in the pants.
Sully tried to scramble away, but Cord had always been stronger than him. He was easily held in place and pain exploded across his ass as his lover’s hand landed with all the force he’d promised. Sully grunted and pushed down the immediate panic that always bombarded him when Cord first began spanking or flogging him.
The problem was with him, not Cord. Cord did the right things and had the restraint to stop if Sully said so. No, it was just Sully’s fear that the pain wouldn’t morph into the divine pleasure matched by nothing else. Knowing this about him, Cord delivered the next two strikes quickly, and by the fourth, Sully had moved from grunts to smothered cries. Heat fingered its way across the skin amplifying with every slap of Cords palm on Sully’s ass.
His cock filled, growing hard then harder as the fiery warmth stretched into his lower back and licked down into his pelvis and up into his groin. The pleasure came just as it always did. When would he learn to just trust it?
Cord’s name ripped from Sully’s lips as Sully curled his fingers into the carpet and accepted the spanking—begged for it, wanting more. He felt Cord’s cock hard against his bare hip and wanted nothing more than to swallow it with his reddened ass bare to the room, his jeans still around his thighs.
Soon, he screamed mindlessly, just as Cord had predicted. His body was a mass of sensation, even his thighs feeling the burn of the heat. His mind drifted, floating in a hazy spectrum of color, every one of them delivering pleasure in the sweetest of flavors. There was no pain, only overwhelming bliss. He felt his release careening toward him and there was no way to stop it. Cord knew him well enough that he would realize that too. This was the one way Sully lost total control, even of his orgasm. He couldn’t stop it. He was totally at Cord’s mercy, the pleasure, pain and duration solely in his master’s hands.
They were both breathing hard when Cord stopped just moments before Sully’s cum would have exploded from him, and he allowed Sully to slide to his knees. Leaving his jeans pushed down and hiking up his tight white T-shirt so it was bunched at the top of his pecs, he knelt between Cord’s knees, his arms bent behind him and carefully not touching his burning ass.
“Thank you, Sir,” he panted.
He frantically kissed the inside of Cord’s thighs and across his belly, revering the flesh of the man who commanded his ecstasy so well. Finally, Cord pushed Sully’s face against his groin, forcing Sully toward the place he wanted him most. Sully opened his mouth over the denim, worshipping the hard ridge of flesh beneath the fabric with his mouth and teeth. When the stiff material was completely damp, he turned his head slightly with Cord’s hand still holding him there.
“Please, Sir. May I open them? Will you fuck my mouth?”
“Do it,” Cord rasped.
Quickly, Sully yanked open the closure and zipper. Cord lifted up just enough for Sully to pull the jeans low enough to expose Cord’s cock and balls. His arms curled back behind him when Cord grasped his hair and pushed him back onto the long shaft.
Sully opened his mouth, sucking him in then trying to keep up as Cord pushed in and out. Just when he’d figured out he had no control and his mouth was Cord’s, just as he’d begged for, he felt himself lifting slightly as Cord stood. He turned so Sully was bent backward, his head and shoulders resting on the bed while the remainder of him was bent awkwardly beside the mattress. The discomfort didn’t matter. He was serving his man, acting as the outlet for his desire.
One of Cord’s hands was behind Sully’s head supporting him while he propped himself up on the other and pumped in and out of Sully’s mouth. Sully worked to control his breathing so he gasped in air with each withdrawal. He struggled to open himself fully, to easily take the whole cock, but gagged a few times as Cord hit the back of his throat. He closed his lips around the shaft, pressing his tongue to the ridges on each drive. His eyes half-lidded, he watched Cord’s undulating motion as his groin pressed in then pulled back, the short pelvic hair tickling Sully’s nose.
“You’re so fucking perfect, so fucking perfect,” Cord gasped as he pushed forward one last time and held until tears pricked Sully’s eyes from being unable to breathe. Sully curled his fingers into the blanket hanging over the edge of the bed, restraining the instinct to push Cord off. Cord would pull back in a moment.
When Cord withdrew, he slid his entire body along Sully’s until he straddled the submissive man and their mouths were even. “Give me that fucking perfect mouth,” he said.
“Yes, Sir,” Sully replied. Still gasping from a moment earlier, he groaned as Cord kissed him. Their tongues dueled as Cord seemed to be trying to absorb him through the damp connection.
When Sully’s breathing had almost reached normal, Cord drew back. “Lean over the bed, and let me see your ass.” He didn’t move from his position straddling Sully, and Sully was forced to wiggle his body along the side of the bed so he could rise as he’d been commanded. His groin pushed outward as he worked himself upright and Cord caught the cock between his lips, sucking hard while Sully tried to comply to the task he’d been given. When Sully was fully standing, Cord released his cock. He sat back on his heels and whirled his finger around, indicating that Sully should get on with turning.
Nodding, Sully turned and bent over the side of the bed, his cock throbbing just above his bunched jeans. His reddened ass thrust into the air, the cool air licking it. His cheek rested against the sheets, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Cord whip off his shirt. The man’s work-hardened pecs and six-pack made Sully’s mouth water. To think…he got to see this sight every day for the rest of his life. He might just be the luckiest man alive.
A couple lube packets landed on the bed beside him.
“Where…” The word popped out of his mouth before he could think. Cord growled and smacked Sully’s ass, sending a new wave of heat through him. With his torso lying across the bed and his head turned to the side, Sully watched Cord move slightly perpendicular to him, and anticipation bubbled through him. Time for round two!
He’d cooled slightly since the first spanking, and the initial swat had stung his freshly punished butt. He cried out as several quick blows rained down on him and pushed him back toward the muzzy, floaty place where every touch heightened his pleasure. Cord’s angle to his body had changed now, and these strikes fell differently, covering the same areas and more. It would be days before he could sit easily without the constant reminder of Cord’s punishment of his ass.
“Thank you, Sir,” he wailed as he sank into the renewed pleasure/pain. Cord shifted from his view and he realized his lover had moved to the other side of him. The new spanks were harder, vibrating through him to his chest now that Cord used his dominant hand. He moaned as he was propelled farther and farther up the mountain to paradise, his awareness of anything but bliss fading from his consciousness.
“Sully,” a firm voice called, breaking through the thick clouds surrounding him.
“Mmm…”
“Sully! Come back!”
Cord. That’s Cord…my master.
Though he wanted to travel farther into the heaven he’d found, he knew he must obey.
And I love him. And he loves me.
“Yes, Sir,” he mumbled. “I love you, Sir.”
He felt Cord’s mouth on his back just above his pleasantly throbbing ass. “I love you, too. Are you with me?”
“Mmm yeah…”
“Okay. Can you take more?”
“Yes…please…”
Cord’s hands, so much cooler than Sully’s flesh, parted him then he felt the even cooler lube on his hole. Cord massaged the opening, circling and pressing. Sully groaned as Cord’s fingers pressed into him, and even better sensation than anything else, but he knew the best was still coming. His hips shifted into the thrusts of Cord’s fingers then thankfully, Cord’s wide cock was there, the head piercing Sully’s tight ring of muscles. He drove in, filling his submissive. It could have taken a second or hours to get here; Sully didn’t know. All he knew was the perfect oneness with his mate, and that he was home, truly home, no matter where he was, as long as he was with Cord.
Any scrap of coherent thought soon faded as Cord’s hands clamped onto Sully’s hips and started a steady rhythm that sawed over Sully’s prostate. His groin smacked into Sully’s well-spanked ass. Sensations overwhelmed Sully. He couldn’t differentiate pleasure from pain, Cord from himself, screams from silence, orgasm from the sub-space he found at Cord’s hands. He felt as if he were riding an almost-constant wave of near-release. He flung his hand out to the side, grasping the footboard to anchor himself to reality. His cries mingled with Cord’s grunts as they rocked together, two parts of one whole.
Leaning over Sully, Cord cupped the back of Sully’s head and kissed him. Small sounds of extreme pleasure escaped Cord as he plowed in and out of his submissive’s ass, his chest gliding up and down Sully’s back with each drive. Pressed between the mattress and his lover, Sully had no choice but to surrender to the demanding cock plundering his ass. He couldn’t have moved if he wanted to. And he didn’t want to. This was where he was meant to be. He was the vessel of Cord’s happiness.
As if hearing Sully’s thoughts, Cord growled and wrapped his arms under his lover, one forearm under Sully’s upper chest while the other was under his belly. He shoved his hips forward hard two more times before his guttural cry signaled his release. A new heat flooded Sully, and he dropped his forehead to the mattress, panting and smiling with utter happiness.
Cord sprawled across him for several long moments as they caught their breath, his mouth pressing constant kisses down Sully’s neck and across his shoulders.
“You’re amazing,” he praised. “Perfect.”
Sully sighed, the sound almost a hum as his contentment tried to burst forth. “Thank you, Sir,” he murmured. His eyelids felt so heavy. Why was he so tired?
When Cord withdrew then stood moments later, Sully slid bonelessly down the side of the bed to the floor. Chuckling, Cord lifted him into his arms and placed him in the middle of the bed, on his side. Sully closed his eyes and curled his legs toward his chest, still feeling the world throbbing around him as he floated. Vaguely, he heard water turn on. It ran for a few minutes then the sound disappeared.
Gentle hands straightened his legs and removed the one boot, his socks and the jeans still around his ankles. His T-shirt, still bunched under his arms, followed. Then a cool cloth ran over his skin from his neck to his feet, cleaning away the traces of their sex. He heard the slap of the wet toweling as it was tossed into the bathroom. Cord turned him to his belly then another washcloth cleansed his backside, avoiding his rear. A second slap of wet fabric on tile followed.
Sully hissed when Cord laid a third cloth across his buttocks. He left it there, cooling the skin as he massaged Sully’s limbs to loosened the muscles that had tightened, been strained or been stretched in odd positions during their play. He was always meticulous with Sully, his aftercare as important to the play as the sex itself—the level of it adjusting based on the intensity of their activity. It was one of the reasons Sully trusted him so much.