items from the edge of the bed and used a lighter to light the small, white candle. This was something new to Kyle, though he’d heard of it before. Setting the candle in a holder on the nightstand, Lucas poured a good portion of lube onto three fingers then retrieved the candle.
“Pull your legs up.”
Kyle obeyed instantly, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension causing a tremor to race through him. Angling an arm in between his raised thighs, Lucas circled a finger around his sensitive entrance then eased it inside. When he felt his muscles relax around the intrusion, another finger was added.
Just as he was beginning to adapt to the stretching, Lucas hooked his fingers and grazed his prostate, pouring a small stream of wax onto his chest at the same time. Pain and pleasure shot through him and he shouted, arching his body involuntarily.
“Hold still, baby.”
That was easier said than done. Kyle panted with the effort it took to comply. Each trail of fire on his skin was matched by a stroke along his gland, the combined torture too much and not enough. When the third finger was inserted, he couldn’t contain himself any longer. Whimpers and pleas flew from his mouth, though whether he was begging for more pain or pleasure, he wasn’t sure. Grabbing onto the bars holding his wrists in place, he used the leverage and slid down to push Lucas’ fingers in deeper, desperate to increase the pressure. Tears coated his lashes and overflowed at the physical and emotional onslaught.
In a blur too fast for Kyle to follow, Lucas set the candle aside and replaced his fingers with the tip of his thick cock, forcing Kyle’s legs further apart to accommodate his large build. In one swift move, the man plunged in and they both cried out. The intensity of their conjoined emotions swept through him like a tidal wave and it took every ounce of his willpower to keep from coming.
This time Lucas didn’t pause for him to adjust to the invasion. He slammed his cock to the root in deep lunges, punishing Kyle’s hole in vigorous thrusts. Kyle was beyond words. Every nerve in his body was alight and it felt as though he would fly apart if not for the crushing grip on his thighs. Lucas continued to pummel into him, showing no mercy. Not that he would have asked for it.
Not that he could have.
Just when he thought he couldn’t take any more without bursting, Lucas grasped the chain linking the clamps together and yanked them free.
“Come with me!”
Pain and ecstasy charged through him and he exploded, spurting ribbons of cum onto his chest and belly. Lucas slammed into him one last time and roared out his own orgasm. It seemed to last forever, heightening Kyle’s pleasure until he thought he might pass out. Finally, Lucas released his legs and eased himself out. The cuffs came next, then Kyle was carried into the bathroom for a shower.
He had just enough strength to stand on his own while Lucas took his time washing the wax and sweat from their bodies. It was so nice to be pampered by someone for a change. No, not just someone. Lucas. There was so much about the man that still remained a mystery. That alone fed his fears. It was time he grabbed his freedom by the balls and took back control.
Or gave it to the gorgeous man doing everything within his power to prove himself.
The idea made his cock stir to life again but he held his arousal in check. As he was being dried off, the irony that sex had now become preferable over talking hit him and he laughed out loud. At Lucas’ raised eyebrow, Kyle merely giggled and shook his head.
“Come here, you little imp.”
He shrieked as Lucas swept him up and threw him onto the bed then swooped down, tickling and nibbling. Kyle squirmed and shouted in between bursts of laughter. There was no way he could match the man’s strength but he didn’t necessarily need to. When Lucas had him pinned, Kyle lifted his hips and brought their cocks together, undulating against him. It
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