apparently, he had been paying attention when Carl masturbated for him. He knew all of Carl's favorite moves and Carl was beyond insane when James let his cock go to straddle his legs.
“Please.” Carl wanted to feel James surround his cock and was not too proud to beg. “Please... ” He repeated.
“Yes.” James lowered himself onto Carl's shaft.
He could feel the tight opening refuse to give way. Only the fear of hurting James gave him the strength to hold still. Twin moans filled the air when the tiny hole opened and swallowed Carl's pole to the root. The snug fit told him what James must have felt when he had topped Carl for the first time. James did not bottom often, if at all.
The bite of the iron scrollwork he held was a counterpoint to the sublime joy of fucking James even if the man was fucking himself, in a manner of speaking. Carl didn't care how they did it as long as it never ended. The muscles of his lover's legs bunched as James raised and lowered himself above him in a show of ability that Carl found incredibly sexy.
Using one hand for balance, James used the other to pinch Carl's tits and forced them to plump with blood. Carl hissed in reaction as he always did when James played with the small nubs that were now standing up like little soldiers at attention.
Not happy with that, James moved on to pinch and rub Carl's whole torso and the desire to buck under him brought animalistic sounds out of Carl in rumbling protest. His skin was still feeling the effects of the flogging so that the added abuse took on epic proportions.
He was going to lose the battle of patience. Between the fur at his back and James grunting above, he never stood a chance of winning. In spite of his best intentions, he was going to climax before James and there was not a damned thing he could do about it.
“Sir! I have to come.” More of a warning than permission, he tried to let his Dom know that he couldn't stop it.
“What if I said no? What would you do?” James had to be getting tired. Please, god, let him be tired.
Carl watched as a drip of sweat reached James’ eye, making him blink and shake his head. “I want to wait for you, sir. I want to... ”
James pushed up to stand clear of Carl's near painful erection. His Dom's savage gaze roamed over him as he began to stroke his own shaft in a lazy motion. “You will wait for me, Carl. When I come, you may.”
“Soon?” Carl knew how he looked. He was sweaty and flushed, unable to stop the jerky hip movements that escaped his control, his hands white-knuckled on the wrought iron. He looked like a slut.
James must have thought so too because he smiled as he studied Carl through heavy-lidded eyes. “Touch yourself.”
He had to pry a hand off the headboard to grab his dick in a fierce hold. The cry he gave brought another smile to James’ face. He watched the standing man's cock for any sign that he was close and matched his actions to James.
The warm musk of arousal teased Carl's nose while he waited for James to spurt. A new sweaty trickle at James’ temple mesmerized him. He played a game with himself— James would come when it fell from his jaw. The moisture rolled slowly down, turned to run across his Dom's chin, and shimmered there.
Carl opened his mouth to catch it.
James came with a roar. Spunk shot from his lover's cock and mixed with the falling droplet to land on Carl's face and tongue. He swallowed convulsively, trying to catch more as his dick jumped in his grasp to make a mess of his chest and abdomen.
CHAPTER TWELVE
James let Carl pull ahead of him on the jogging path. The man was worried about his mother's get-together this afternoon and the tension was making him surly. James could understand that.
His own family disowned him when he brought his first college boyfriend home. Thankfully, he had scholarships and a part-time job to pay for his schooling when they cut him off, but it hurt. Hell, it still hurt.
Of course, Carl's
“Please.” Carl wanted to feel James surround his cock and was not too proud to beg. “Please... ” He repeated.
“Yes.” James lowered himself onto Carl's shaft.
He could feel the tight opening refuse to give way. Only the fear of hurting James gave him the strength to hold still. Twin moans filled the air when the tiny hole opened and swallowed Carl's pole to the root. The snug fit told him what James must have felt when he had topped Carl for the first time. James did not bottom often, if at all.
The bite of the iron scrollwork he held was a counterpoint to the sublime joy of fucking James even if the man was fucking himself, in a manner of speaking. Carl didn't care how they did it as long as it never ended. The muscles of his lover's legs bunched as James raised and lowered himself above him in a show of ability that Carl found incredibly sexy.
Using one hand for balance, James used the other to pinch Carl's tits and forced them to plump with blood. Carl hissed in reaction as he always did when James played with the small nubs that were now standing up like little soldiers at attention.
Not happy with that, James moved on to pinch and rub Carl's whole torso and the desire to buck under him brought animalistic sounds out of Carl in rumbling protest. His skin was still feeling the effects of the flogging so that the added abuse took on epic proportions.
He was going to lose the battle of patience. Between the fur at his back and James grunting above, he never stood a chance of winning. In spite of his best intentions, he was going to climax before James and there was not a damned thing he could do about it.
“Sir! I have to come.” More of a warning than permission, he tried to let his Dom know that he couldn't stop it.
“What if I said no? What would you do?” James had to be getting tired. Please, god, let him be tired.
Carl watched as a drip of sweat reached James’ eye, making him blink and shake his head. “I want to wait for you, sir. I want to... ”
James pushed up to stand clear of Carl's near painful erection. His Dom's savage gaze roamed over him as he began to stroke his own shaft in a lazy motion. “You will wait for me, Carl. When I come, you may.”
“Soon?” Carl knew how he looked. He was sweaty and flushed, unable to stop the jerky hip movements that escaped his control, his hands white-knuckled on the wrought iron. He looked like a slut.
James must have thought so too because he smiled as he studied Carl through heavy-lidded eyes. “Touch yourself.”
He had to pry a hand off the headboard to grab his dick in a fierce hold. The cry he gave brought another smile to James’ face. He watched the standing man's cock for any sign that he was close and matched his actions to James.
The warm musk of arousal teased Carl's nose while he waited for James to spurt. A new sweaty trickle at James’ temple mesmerized him. He played a game with himself— James would come when it fell from his jaw. The moisture rolled slowly down, turned to run across his Dom's chin, and shimmered there.
Carl opened his mouth to catch it.
James came with a roar. Spunk shot from his lover's cock and mixed with the falling droplet to land on Carl's face and tongue. He swallowed convulsively, trying to catch more as his dick jumped in his grasp to make a mess of his chest and abdomen.
CHAPTER TWELVE
James let Carl pull ahead of him on the jogging path. The man was worried about his mother's get-together this afternoon and the tension was making him surly. James could understand that.
His own family disowned him when he brought his first college boyfriend home. Thankfully, he had scholarships and a part-time job to pay for his schooling when they cut him off, but it hurt. Hell, it still hurt.
Of course, Carl's
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