legs, propping my feet up on the bed to give him better access.
“Dude,” someone whispered from the doorway. “Are they seriously gonna fuck?”
“Looks like it.”
For some reason I couldn’t name, this time it hurt. He’d been inside me more times than I could count, we made love all the time, and I was used to relaxing to make sure it was easy for him. I twisted in pain as he breached me, and I gripped his biceps with tense fingers, breathing hard next to his ear as he pushed forward slowly.
The moan that escaped from my throat was deep, guttural, the pain blending with the pleasure physical and sweetly psychological. He was hurting me.
“Will.”
“It’s okay,” he said softly. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”
He held me carefully as I tried to accept him. It was an inevitability rather than a fight, and a few moments later the edge of pain wore away into something much more satisfying.
“Okay now?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I grunted as he thrust against my prostate. “Good.”
He pulled out nearly all the way and poured more lube on his cock, slickening the way for when he thrust into me again.
It was rough. And hot. The room smelled like leather and sweat and man, and I liked it. The fact that I’d come once already that evening didn’t seem to matter—my cock was hard and sticky as Will pounded away, and I moaned and whimpered around him.
The little group of people had spilled inside the room to make space for the others who wanted to watch. I didn’t mind. Will moved my arms so he could pin my wrists above my head, and I hooked my ankles more securely over the curve of his ass.
“Shit, Jesse,” he groaned, then bit down on my shoulder, sucking a bruise into my skin.
I’d be wearing those marks for days.
Determined not to be the passive partner, not this time, not while we were doing this, I kissed him hard and bucked my hips up into his thrusts.
His fingers tightened around my wrists, and I imagined bruises blooming there too.
Will’s lips moved roughly over my own, then he nibbled on my bottom lip, pulling it away and forcing my head up to meet his kisses. I’d kept my eyes open ever since the pain eased away, and I could tell, from years of watching him, he was close.
I glanced to the side where one of the other Doms had his sub on his knees, sucking his cock while they watched us. I locked on to the Dom’s gaze until Will bit my throat, drawing my attention back to him.
“Jess,” he groaned, and his fingers flexed and loosened around my wrists as he came inside me. I wriggled one of my hands free and tugged on my own cock hard, too turned-on to let this one go without coming too. Will was still inside me when my eyes rolled back and I blissed out once again.
Chapter 9
W ILL ALL but carried me back to the locker room and held on to me as the steaming-hot shower poured over us both. I ached everywhere . In the best possible way.
“How are you feeling, baby?” he asked when I was finally clean of lube and come.
I stretched my neck from side to side while I roughly dried my hair. “Good.”
“Wanna go back out there? I don’t mind taking you home to bed if you want.”
“Nah. I’m buzzing right now.”
He grinned and pressed his lips to mine in a quick, hard kiss.
I dressed in jeans and a loose T-shirt, unable to get the leather pants back on even if I’d wanted to. Will wore black jeans and a button-down shirt, making him look a bit more authoritative than I did. We held hands as we walked back to the bar.
“I’ll get drinks,” I said. “You go sit down.”
“Okay. Good boy.”
There were a lot of people in line—more than I’d anticipated—so it made sense for Will to sit down out of the way and let me do something for him. My submissive mindset was lingering.
While I waited for the person who was serving to be free, I tuned in to the conversations around me. It was always interesting to hear what other people thought of the
“Dude,” someone whispered from the doorway. “Are they seriously gonna fuck?”
“Looks like it.”
For some reason I couldn’t name, this time it hurt. He’d been inside me more times than I could count, we made love all the time, and I was used to relaxing to make sure it was easy for him. I twisted in pain as he breached me, and I gripped his biceps with tense fingers, breathing hard next to his ear as he pushed forward slowly.
The moan that escaped from my throat was deep, guttural, the pain blending with the pleasure physical and sweetly psychological. He was hurting me.
“Will.”
“It’s okay,” he said softly. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”
He held me carefully as I tried to accept him. It was an inevitability rather than a fight, and a few moments later the edge of pain wore away into something much more satisfying.
“Okay now?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I grunted as he thrust against my prostate. “Good.”
He pulled out nearly all the way and poured more lube on his cock, slickening the way for when he thrust into me again.
It was rough. And hot. The room smelled like leather and sweat and man, and I liked it. The fact that I’d come once already that evening didn’t seem to matter—my cock was hard and sticky as Will pounded away, and I moaned and whimpered around him.
The little group of people had spilled inside the room to make space for the others who wanted to watch. I didn’t mind. Will moved my arms so he could pin my wrists above my head, and I hooked my ankles more securely over the curve of his ass.
“Shit, Jesse,” he groaned, then bit down on my shoulder, sucking a bruise into my skin.
I’d be wearing those marks for days.
Determined not to be the passive partner, not this time, not while we were doing this, I kissed him hard and bucked my hips up into his thrusts.
His fingers tightened around my wrists, and I imagined bruises blooming there too.
Will’s lips moved roughly over my own, then he nibbled on my bottom lip, pulling it away and forcing my head up to meet his kisses. I’d kept my eyes open ever since the pain eased away, and I could tell, from years of watching him, he was close.
I glanced to the side where one of the other Doms had his sub on his knees, sucking his cock while they watched us. I locked on to the Dom’s gaze until Will bit my throat, drawing my attention back to him.
“Jess,” he groaned, and his fingers flexed and loosened around my wrists as he came inside me. I wriggled one of my hands free and tugged on my own cock hard, too turned-on to let this one go without coming too. Will was still inside me when my eyes rolled back and I blissed out once again.
Chapter 9
W ILL ALL but carried me back to the locker room and held on to me as the steaming-hot shower poured over us both. I ached everywhere . In the best possible way.
“How are you feeling, baby?” he asked when I was finally clean of lube and come.
I stretched my neck from side to side while I roughly dried my hair. “Good.”
“Wanna go back out there? I don’t mind taking you home to bed if you want.”
“Nah. I’m buzzing right now.”
He grinned and pressed his lips to mine in a quick, hard kiss.
I dressed in jeans and a loose T-shirt, unable to get the leather pants back on even if I’d wanted to. Will wore black jeans and a button-down shirt, making him look a bit more authoritative than I did. We held hands as we walked back to the bar.
“I’ll get drinks,” I said. “You go sit down.”
“Okay. Good boy.”
There were a lot of people in line—more than I’d anticipated—so it made sense for Will to sit down out of the way and let me do something for him. My submissive mindset was lingering.
While I waited for the person who was serving to be free, I tuned in to the conversations around me. It was always interesting to hear what other people thought of the
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