Beyond the Edge by Elizabeth Lister Page B

go back to sleep if you want…”
    “Why? Do I look like an ass?”
    Sebastian laughed. “No, Tate, you look damn sexy all rumpled and sleepy.”
    “That’s only ‘cause you’re in a sexually heightened state this weekend.”
    We looked down at his dick, hard and pressing against my belly. My own cock twitched.
    He looked back up at me, blushing. “I don’t think that’s affecting my judgment, but I can’t deny it.”
    He backed off and stood up, stretching in the sunlight from the window. His blond hair caught the rays of light, making him look like a naked angel.
    “Goddammit,” I muttered.
    “What?”
    “Do you know what I would do to you right now if we weren't under strict orders not to come?”
    He stared at me, his blue eyes glinting with curiosity and arousal. “What?”
    I grinned and shook my head. “I'd better not say. Only the list of what I wouldn't do is very, very short.”
    “I can't anyway. I have to go to church, remember?”
    “So go. Get your beautiful ass out of my sight.” I threw the pillow at him. He laughed again and went to shower.
    I grabbed the other pillow and pulled it over my head. I was so fucked. This kid just kept getting more and more interesting.
    § § §
    I slept a bit more, then got up and went downstairs. A note from James lay on the kitchen counter instructing me to make myself a small breakfast. He wanted both of us in the loft, cleaned and prepped, by one pm again.
    Sebastian, true to his word, returned at eleven.
    We went through the same cleansing ritual as yesterday, finding it less embarrassing and easier this time, and more arousing. I couldn’t help but get more excited the longer I spent in Sebastian’s presence, especially when we were both naked and, let’s face it, preparing to submit to the whims of our handsome tormentor once again.
    When James came upon us obediently waiting inside his attic room at one o’clock sharp, we were ready to go again.
    I heard the doorknob twist, and James’ boots and the bottom of his leather pants come into view as he stepped into the room. He closed the door behind him and stood there. And stood there.
    It was so very tempting to glance up at him, to see what he was doing, the expression on his face, anything that would allow me to predict his behavior this afternoon. But I managed to keep my eyes downcast. Since Sebastian didn’t have the same experience that I did, James had to say, “Eyes on the floor, Sebastian.”
    He walked slowly around us. I felt his hand on my back, caressing, then it was gone. I heard Sebastian emit a low moan, and wondered where James had touched him. It didn’t really matter, because at this point, we were so aroused that a touch anywhere went right to our cocks.
    “Both of you, stand up.”
    He stood in front of us again as we obeyed, and quickly and efficiently attached cock rings on us both. Then he backed up, looking us over.
    “Very nice…” he murmured. He reached out, touching my cock very gently, rubbing a finger over the tip to collect the moisture, and chuckled as it twitched under his touch. “Someone is dying to come already, isn’t that right, Tate?”
    Dammit!
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Even though I let you come yesterday?”
    “Yes, Sir. I’m…young…Sir.”
    “I know exactly how young you are, Tate. I like my boys young and virile. Believe me. But you’d better get a hold of yourself. We haven’t even started.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    He walked around us again, touching and caressing us wherever he wanted, like a couple of prize stallions standing at auction. I trembled beneath his touch and I knew he felt it.
    When he stood before us again, I felt his fingers thread gently into my hair. He grabbed a handful, forcing my head up so that I had to look at him. Smiling at me, he winked and said, “I need you to help me with something.”
    “Yes, Sir,” I said, my eyes immediately going to his crotch, expecting him to unzip and force me to my knees. He