When we broke apart, he rested his face against mine for a long moment. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“Thank you, Mal,” I replied. I was taking a chance, but this was all about Mal and Kyle. Master and boy didn’t enter into this moment.
Finally, I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed to be filled by him and I flexed the muscles in my ass.
He moaned. “Fuck yes. Feels so fucking good.” He breathed hard against my back. “Can’t wait, baby, so sorry….” He groaned and pushed again, filling me in one long, slow thrust. He bottomed out, balls against my ass, and stopped again.
I don’t know what to call the sound that left me, but having him inside me with nothing between us did all sorts of funny things to me. I knew it was mostly psychological. It
did
feel good, different than latex, but I also knew it couldn’t have felt
that
different physically. But in my head, it hit me: the import of it, that it was worlds apart from fucking me with a condom.
And I loved it.
I flexed my muscles around his cock again and listened to his groans. I thrilled in them, knowing I was doing that for him, to him. He pulled back and thrust hard, pegging my prostate and startling a shout from me. He must have liked that because he did it a second, then third time, drawing new sounds with each thrust.
When he pulled back again, however, I didn’t get what I braced for. Instead of the single hard thrust, he kept going, pumping his hips in fast, full movements, filling me until his balls slapped against me each time. I rolled my hips, meeting his thrusts and earning wonderful shouts and moans.
I had to whimper, though, when he wrapped his hand around my dick and stroked it. Just being fucked like that, I was ridiculously close to orgasm. “Master!” I shouted, my bound balls drawing up. Despite the ring tight around my dick, I knew I was going to lose it. “Master, going to… can’t….” I groaned.
To my mingled relief and frustration, he let go. Rather, he gripped my hips and went back to pounding into my ass. “Fuck so tight! So good, boy!”
All I could muster in reply was a series of grunts.
“Gonna take this load, boy? Take your Master’s cum into your ass?”
“Yes, Master! Please!” I shouted. “Want your cum.” If I’d been even remotely clearheaded, I’d have realized just how much I sounded like a bad porn movie. But as it was, I couldn’t care how bad it might have sounded because it only spurred Master on.
He pumped faster, thrust harder, then took my cock in hand again. “Gonna fill you, boy!” he growled, his fist flying over my dick.
I whined as I strained to hold back my orgasm. Somewhere in there, my whines turned into pleas for his pleasure instead of my own, much like the first night we’d been together. “Come, Master! Please come!”
With a roar, Master thrust hard, burying himself balls-deep in my ass. His cock twitched hard, and I could have sworn I felt the hot flood of his cum inside me.
That was all it took. Without permission, with my own near scream, I lost it. The pleasure hit me harder than I’d ever felt before. I shook in Master’s arms, muscles clenching around the thick length still deep inside me as the climax screamed through me. The intense orgasm yanked my cum from my desperate balls, spraying over his hand, my legs, and the counter.
I slumped forward, holding on to the bar by sheer force of will. I gasped in air as Master continued to stroke my oversensitive cock. I whined, trying to move away from it, but he held me anchored to him. With his cock still firmly buried in my ass and his arm like a steel band around my waist, I could go nowhere.
“Oh no, boy. I want your cries,” he said, chuckling darkly.
I gave them, unable not to, as he continued stimulating me. “Please, Master!” I groaned, but he ignored it. His hand moved faster, tightened a bit more, and I sobbed as the pain in my cock—pain I didn’t like—grew. I begged with incoherent sounds, but he kept going for another few moments.
“You can take this for me, boy, I know you can,” Master murmured in my ear.
And he was right. I
wanted
to take this, I
wanted
to do this for him, show him I was able to serve him even when it was something I didn’t like. The knowledge that I was pleasing him thrilled the submissive in me. I still gave him my grunts—it
was
painful—but I bore it much better with that realization.
When he finally let go of my tormented cock, I realized, oversensitive or not, I was still hard—very hard. He slid that hand down to my balls and cupped them, massaging them. “I bet there’s another load in here, now, isn’t there, boy? Balls nice and full, hmm? Bet if I carry you upstairs and pound this ass more, I’ll get you to spray that new load, won’t I?”
I had no idea for sure, but his words alone were arousing me all over again, making me moan.
“Want another load in your ass? More of your Master’s cum?”
I whimpered my agreement.
“You’ll keep it there too, won’t you? All night. You’ll have my cum filling you.”
I groaned and nodded. “Yes, Master.”
“Good. Upstairs, on your back, legs spread,” he ordered me as he pulled out. He swatted my ass, and I cried out as I nearly ran up the stairs.
I yanked the covers down to the bottom, then threw myself onto my bed, lying back and spreading my legs wide, holding them up.
“Lube?” he asked as he crawled after me.
I tilted my head toward one of my bedside tables. “There, Master,” I managed.
He retrieved the bottle and knelt between my legs, opening the cap and teasing me as he slowly dribbled the lube over his own still-hard cock. Then he tormented my hole, spreading lube around it, and as he dipped a finger inside, I realized I was still stretched and open. This only seemed to make my arousal worse. My cock jumped in need.
But Master didn’t make me wait too long. He moved over me, settled between my thighs, and slowly slid back into me. He held himself there for a long moment, staying still. He leaned down, chest and face close to me, and I wrapped my legs around him, holding him.
“God, you’re… incredible, baby,” he whispered, and my heart thudded at the look in his eyes. I met his gaze, cupping his face in my palms, swallowing around my suddenly dry throat. I knew, in that moment I had no doubt, what I was feeling, what my heart knew, and it terrified me as nothing in my life ever had. My brain tried to tell me it was too soon, I couldn’t possibly feel this, but my heart knew better.
He caught my lips with his, and I opened to him, sliding my tongue along his. I couldn’t say what I’d just realized. I’d been hurt too much, rejected too much, and was scared to death of the reaction I’d get from him. But I couldn’t keep it out of my kiss, out of the way I made love to his mouth.
As he returned the kiss, the emotion behind it nearly undid me. I didn’t know what it felt like to be loved by someone, but I knew I’d never felt
this
before. When we broke apart, I struggled for breath, trying to assimilate it. I’d never been kissed quite like this, never been looked at like I was the center of someone’s world.
Like Mal was now looking at me.
I’d have bet my entire life savings the same kind of look was on my face. I couldn’t have hidden it, not for a million years. I didn’t try. I couldn’t speak. But I couldn’t—and didn’t want to—hide the emotion on my face from him either.
He brushed a thumb over my cheek and his lips over mine again before he started moving. He took one of my hands, our fingers threading, and kissed it before he pinned it to the bed above my head.
Our eyes stayed locked for a long time as he filled me, keeping his movements to slow, full thrusts. I matched them, trying to show with my body what he meant, what this meant to me. I was grateful for my cock being left alone. I wanted this to last, to savor the feel of it.
But despite the orgasm I’d just had, the emotion was too much. Even without a hand on my cock, there was enough stimulation, both inside and out, to push me inexorably toward the edge. “Mal, I’m… close,” I managed, though it was a whisper. I couldn’t make it louder; it felt like I’d break the spell somehow.
“Me too, baby,” he murmured in reply. He kissed me again, and I struggled hard to hold back, not ready for it to be over. But he saw—of course he did. He wrapped his hand around my cock, stroking it just enough. “It’s all right. Give in, Kyle. Give it to me.”
With a quiet cry of his name, I did let go, let the pleasure take me. I gripped his hand hard, back arching with my orgasm. A few seconds behind me, he called my name, his own pleasure peaking, and he filled me once again.
When it was over, he rolled us, keeping himself inside me and cradling me close. I buried my face in his neck, unable to look up just yet, afraid of what would come spilling from my lips if I did. He didn’t say anything, just ran his hand over my back, holding me tight.
I was glad he didn’t speak. I had no idea what would come out in reply to him if he did. Words? A sob? I didn’t know and didn’t want to find out. My emotions, so close to the surface, would break open, and I would
not
do that. Instead, I absorbed the nonsense sounds he made as he kissed the top of my head.
I don’t know how long we lay there like that, but eventually he slipped out of me and resettled us, pulling the blankets up. I looked up at him finally, his black hair wild around his head, dark eyes serious. I cupped a cheek and he turned, brushing his mouth over my palm. I leaned in, and he met my lips, the kiss soft, almost too tender.
When he pulled back, I gathered my courage and whispered one word. “Stay.”
His reply was simple and perfect: “Yes.”
WHEN THE
alarm sounded the next morning, the last thing I wanted to do was move. I was so warm, so comfortable, and felt so good, it felt like a crime to get out of bed. I grumbled something, but before I could work my way out from under the covers, the alarm was silenced.
With relief, I burrowed closer into Master’s warm body and inhaled deeply. I kissed the hair over his chest, then rubbed my face in it, savoring the way it caught slightly on my rough jaw.
A quiet laugh rumbled from his chest, and I finally looked up to see his gorgeous eyes open and fixed on me. “Good morning, beautiful boy,” he murmured.
My cheeks heated, but I grinned. “Good morning, Master,” I replied. I was relieved he called me “boy,” putting us firmly back in that dynamic. I loved the way we’d been together the night before, but as unstable as my emotions about it—and him—were, I was grateful for the reprieve. I knew the word I needed to put to them, but I also needed to give myself a chance to let them settle, to think through just what was happening to me.
The fact that it was a ridiculously fine line I balanced on was never far from my mind.
If I didn’t give Mal everything, he could walk away and I’d get hurt. If I gave him too much and my parents found out, I’d lose my family. And the conflict with the two meant I needed to consider it carefully, make sure there was no question in my mind about what I felt and wanted before I figured out what to do—and how to do it. There was no way I’d get to have them both, so I had to know without a doubt before I risked it.
“We should probably get moving.”
I grumbled under my breath, “Don’t wanna.”
He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. “I don’t either, baby, but we kind of have to go to work.”
I sighed, sorely tempted to call in, but I knew I shouldn’t. I stretched and rolled, wincing when I landed on my still-sore ass.
“Hmm, problem, boy?”
“No, Sir. Just a reminder to tell you what I want,” I answered promptly, earning me a grin and kiss.
“Good. Perhaps you should thank your Master for that.”
I didn’t even hesitate. I dove under the covers and swallowed him immediately. I was horny as hell when I’d finished, the taste of his cum on my tongue, but I didn’t mind.
“Damn, boy, you’re good at that,” he said, breathless when I emerged from under the covers.
“Thank you, Master.” I grinned cheekily at him, and he laughed, pulling me to him.
“I could get used to waking up to those,” he said after kissing me.
“Mmm. If I woke up with you every morning, I’d give them to you.” I looked up at him and knew he’d see what I meant.
“I’d like that. But I’d keep you hungry, boy. No orgasm for you to start the day.”
I sucked in a breath but nodded. “Boys should be horny.”
He laughed. “Indeed. Good boys are always horny. Like you are now, aren’t you, boy?” He gripped my hard cock and stroked it a few times, pulling a groan from me.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” He kissed me again and let me go, sighing. “Well, how about a shower?”
I nodded and tried to hide the wince when I got out of bed.
“Good thing you’re sore. I don’t have to spank you this morning.”
“Oh, Master?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.
He grinned as he followed me into the bathroom. “Yeah. I would have given you a few good, hard swats so you had a nice sore ass to take with you to work.”
My dick twitched at the thought and I whimpered a little.
“Oh, you like that idea, don’t you?” he asked in my ear.
I didn’t even pretend I didn’t. “Yes, Master.”
“Hmm. Something to remember,” he said, dropping a kiss on my temple. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He disappeared down the stairs. A moment later he returned, his keys in his hand. “Need to take this off for the shower.”
I frowned but nodded, standing still as he unlocked my collar and slipped it off.
He set it carefully on the counter. “Don’t want to mess it up. I’ll put it right back after we’re done.”
“Thank you,” I murmured as I leaned into the shower and turned on the hot water, adjusting it until it was hot like Master liked it. I moved back to let him get in first.
Before he stepped in, he brushed a thumb over my lips. “You’re welcome, baby. I like knowing how much you want it.”
We didn’t say much as we cleaned each other. Master made sure I was shaved clean around my cock and balls, washed my hair for me, and even made sure my asshole was clean. I cleaned everything on him I could reach, and by the time I was done, he was hard again, dripping precum. I licked my lips, wondering if we had time for anything more. I looked up at him, and my own cock jumped at the heat in his eyes.