Ian’s words.
Ian nodded. “I do enjoy causing pain when that’s what the sub wants. It isn’t necessary for me to beat you bloody in order to get off, though. Even this…” Ian rubbed his palm over Drake’s left nipple, then pinched it, sending a fierce jolt of pain down to Drake’s balls. And I freaking like it! Drake didn’t have to say anything, the moan he made told Ian everything, he figured.
“Yeah,” Ian murmured. He twisted Drake’s tit and Drake yelped, more because he thought he was going to come than because it hurt. It did, though, in a way that was so good he wanted more of it. “See, even this turns my crank. Doesn’t have to be whips and canes.”
But Drake was curious about those things, too. Not certain about them, but curious. Before he could say so, Ian flicked his tender nipple roughly and Drake tried to crawl up Ian, want obliterating everything else.
“You are something else,” Ian said, “So fucking hot. I want to spank you, turn that ass of yours cherry red and leave you sore for days.”
Drake felt more animal than man as he grunted and tried to rut against any part of Ian he could. Ian popped him on the butt, a jarring blow that pushed a wanton sound from Drake.
Ian smacked his backside again. “No more until we have some privacy.” Ian twisted around and reached for his bag. Drake let him get it, then he was dragging Ian to the bedroom. Ian’s dark chuckle was beautiful to hear, but Drake intended to get more than amusement out of the man before much longer.
Chapter Eight
There was nothing like an eager sub—an eager lover, Ian corrected himself, because Drake was more than just a sub. He was an incredible, interesting man who was brave enough to take this new first step and allow Ian to walk with him.
The bedroom was as bland as Ian’s house was, as devoid of anything that made it seem like Drake’s, just like Ian’s duplex was a place to live, not a home. The two of them were quite a pair, but maybe they could make a home together over time.
As soon as Ian had the door closed and locked, he straightened his right arm out between him and Drake. “Strip. Give me a show.”
Drake’s ruddy cheeks were endearing, but the man needed to know how sexy he was.
“I’m kind of, um, pudgy,” Drake whispered as he looked down.
Ian dropped his hand to Drake’s chest and firmly moved it down until he was touching Drake’s soft, warm belly. “No, you’re not pudgy. You’re sexy, and I want to fuck you so badly I can hardly restrain myself. This”—he rubbed that tempting flesh through Drake’s T-shirt—“it turns me on more than a skinny twink ever could. I like my men to be sturdy, to look like they won’t break when I’m fucking them so hard my hips leave bruises on their ass or thighs. And with this”—he squeezed lightly—“I get this.” Ian moved his hand around to Drake’s plump butt. “I really, really like this.” So much so that he gripped those mounds with both hands and kneaded them.
“Oh. Rigo said I was fat, that my butt was huge—” Drake began.
“He’s a fucking idiot,” Ian said, “and if I ever meet him, I’ll be sure to tell him that.”
“He’s not the only one of my exes who said that.”
Ian gave Drake’s buttocks a harder squeeze, spreading his cheeks apart as much as he could when Drake was still wearing jeans. “You were looking for something in the wrong type of guy.”
“I was,” Drake agreed breathlessly. He tipped his head back and Ian took that for an offering—all that smooth, tanned skin right there in front of him. He licked a stripe from the middle of Drake’s neck to his chin.
Drake quivered and pushed that delectable ass back into Ian’s hands.
Ian was going to leave marks just from groping Drake’s ass, but that wasn’t going to be enough for either of them. He landed a swat on Drake’s right cheek, then his left. “Get naked. I want you to take your clothes off, and be
Ian nodded. “I do enjoy causing pain when that’s what the sub wants. It isn’t necessary for me to beat you bloody in order to get off, though. Even this…” Ian rubbed his palm over Drake’s left nipple, then pinched it, sending a fierce jolt of pain down to Drake’s balls. And I freaking like it! Drake didn’t have to say anything, the moan he made told Ian everything, he figured.
“Yeah,” Ian murmured. He twisted Drake’s tit and Drake yelped, more because he thought he was going to come than because it hurt. It did, though, in a way that was so good he wanted more of it. “See, even this turns my crank. Doesn’t have to be whips and canes.”
But Drake was curious about those things, too. Not certain about them, but curious. Before he could say so, Ian flicked his tender nipple roughly and Drake tried to crawl up Ian, want obliterating everything else.
“You are something else,” Ian said, “So fucking hot. I want to spank you, turn that ass of yours cherry red and leave you sore for days.”
Drake felt more animal than man as he grunted and tried to rut against any part of Ian he could. Ian popped him on the butt, a jarring blow that pushed a wanton sound from Drake.
Ian smacked his backside again. “No more until we have some privacy.” Ian twisted around and reached for his bag. Drake let him get it, then he was dragging Ian to the bedroom. Ian’s dark chuckle was beautiful to hear, but Drake intended to get more than amusement out of the man before much longer.
Chapter Eight
There was nothing like an eager sub—an eager lover, Ian corrected himself, because Drake was more than just a sub. He was an incredible, interesting man who was brave enough to take this new first step and allow Ian to walk with him.
The bedroom was as bland as Ian’s house was, as devoid of anything that made it seem like Drake’s, just like Ian’s duplex was a place to live, not a home. The two of them were quite a pair, but maybe they could make a home together over time.
As soon as Ian had the door closed and locked, he straightened his right arm out between him and Drake. “Strip. Give me a show.”
Drake’s ruddy cheeks were endearing, but the man needed to know how sexy he was.
“I’m kind of, um, pudgy,” Drake whispered as he looked down.
Ian dropped his hand to Drake’s chest and firmly moved it down until he was touching Drake’s soft, warm belly. “No, you’re not pudgy. You’re sexy, and I want to fuck you so badly I can hardly restrain myself. This”—he rubbed that tempting flesh through Drake’s T-shirt—“it turns me on more than a skinny twink ever could. I like my men to be sturdy, to look like they won’t break when I’m fucking them so hard my hips leave bruises on their ass or thighs. And with this”—he squeezed lightly—“I get this.” Ian moved his hand around to Drake’s plump butt. “I really, really like this.” So much so that he gripped those mounds with both hands and kneaded them.
“Oh. Rigo said I was fat, that my butt was huge—” Drake began.
“He’s a fucking idiot,” Ian said, “and if I ever meet him, I’ll be sure to tell him that.”
“He’s not the only one of my exes who said that.”
Ian gave Drake’s buttocks a harder squeeze, spreading his cheeks apart as much as he could when Drake was still wearing jeans. “You were looking for something in the wrong type of guy.”
“I was,” Drake agreed breathlessly. He tipped his head back and Ian took that for an offering—all that smooth, tanned skin right there in front of him. He licked a stripe from the middle of Drake’s neck to his chin.
Drake quivered and pushed that delectable ass back into Ian’s hands.
Ian was going to leave marks just from groping Drake’s ass, but that wasn’t going to be enough for either of them. He landed a swat on Drake’s right cheek, then his left. “Get naked. I want you to take your clothes off, and be
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