“I need your mouth, Ren.” His voice sounded choked to his own ears, a throat knotted with warring factions. His fingers dug into the hard muscle of Ren’s shoulder.
“Yes, sir.” The soft hush of fabric sounded as Ren tugged Hayes’s jeans down and off. Not hurried. Not frantic. Methodical. Tortuous. Hayes’s stomach dipped in anticipation. But nothing topped the soft sound of pleasure from Ren when he dragged his fingers through the trail of hair that led down Hayes’s abdomen and then took Hayes’s cock in his hands. That under-the-breath curse. A simple whispered word that meant everything. That was all Hayes needed to hear. There was no masking that reaction, what it meant. Ren wanted this as much as he did.
This was right.
Ren stroked him with long, confident fingers, slow and sensual, spreading the fluid at the tip over the head and teasing the underside with his thumb, mapping him, learning the terrain. Hayes’s fingertips bit into the flesh of Ren’s shoulder, and he tried not to think of why Ren would be so good at this, about how he’d been trained to please. The soft light of the lamp surrounded them, cocooning this forbidden exchange in a cloak of silence, a dream world, and it allowed his dominant side to shimmer fully to the surface. “I didn’t tell you to play. Give me your mouth.”
Ren continued to tease. To stroke and cup him. A challenge. Make me.
Force me.
It sparked something in Hayes, flint against steel. Acting on nothing but pure gut, he reached out and gripped the back of Ren’s head. He hadn’t fooled around with a guy since college. So this was a different sensation, the short, silky strands against his fingers instead of long locks, but not an unwelcome one.
Ren grunted at the grip but didn’t fight him as Hayes guided him forward. The second Ren’s lips closed over the head of Hayes’s cock and slid down its length, fireworks went off behind Hayes’s eyelids. “Oh, fuck.”
It’d been years. Eons. He’d thought a blow job was a thing a man could never forget, but he had. He’d forgotten the intense bliss of that hot, wet suction, that sensation of every molecule in his body being attuned to one very specific place. He tipped his head back and held on to Ren like a life raft, rocking forward and forcing himself to make it last, to go slow, to not ram his friend right through the wall with the force of his need.
Ren groaned around Hayes’s shaft like he was relishing every single suck, like he could do this forever, and then he shifted forward, taking Hayes to the back of his throat and holding him there.
A chain of filthy words slipped out of Hayes in one uninterrupted rush, and Ren only took him deeper. Both Hayes’s hands clamped around Ren’s head. “Christ, Muroya. You trying to kill me?”
Ren eased back a bit, his tongue dragging along the underside of Hayes’s shaft at a painfully slow pace.
The sudden change made Hayes’s eyes flutter open. He had to see, had to look. He glanced down, finding Ren staring up at him, the warm glow from the lamp lighting half his face. Hard angles and hot desire. It was a bizarre sight, his best friend with his mouth wrapped around his cock. But it was the heavy lust in his eyes, a flavor of which Hayes hadn’t seen before in Ren, that tugged something inside him. They’d shared women. He’d seen Ren in many compromising and intimate moments, but this was different. It wasn’t submissive exactly. There was still that I-dare-you gleam in Ren’s gaze, but there was satisfaction, too. He was getting off on knowing he was responsible for Hayes’s pleasure.
He gripped his hair tighter. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Ren’s eyes narrowed as he held the gaze and took Hayes deep again, working his throat and blowing Hayes’s mind to bits with every sweep of his tongue. Then he cupped Hayes’s sac in a warm palm and slid a teasing fingertip farther back.
More cursing fell from Hayes’s lips and he gritted his teeth to hold back the orgasm.
Staring at each other was almost too intense. It was like they were at war. Who was going to win? But somehow it made it hotter. More electric. This was a side of Ren he’d never seen. The great dominant on his knees and enjoying it.
He licked his lips. “You like doing this, Muroya? Does sucking my cock make you hard?”
Ren’s gaze lit with wicked satisfaction.
Hayes tipped his head up. “Show me.”
Ren pulled off with a wet popping sound and leaned back. Hayes looked down, finding an impressive outline in Ren’s pants. The sight made his blood run hot. He’d seen his friend with a hard-on and naked more times than he could count. But this was different. This was for him. Ren was getting off on submitting. Hayes’s voice was hoarse when he spoke again. “Take it out and jerk yourself while you suck me. But don’t you dare come.”
Ren’s throat worked, but after a brief second, his hand went to his pants. He dipped his fingers inside the fly and pulled out his long, curved erection. It was a cock the women they’d been with had always said hit them in just the right place. Now Hayes found himself wondering if it did the same in men.
“Give me your hand,” Hayes said, the words coming without thought now. Ren lifted it and Hayes spit in his palm. “That’s all you get. Fuck yourself and don’t come unless I tell you to.”
Ren’s cock flexed against his belly and fluid glistened at the tip—a ringing endorsement that this was working for him, giving Hayes an extra boost of confidence that he hadn’t taken this too far. Yet.
Ren wrapped his hand around himself and stroked. Hayes was fixated by the tight grip, on the way the slick head darkened when Ren moved his hand toward it, but soon the view was blocked when Ren leaned forward and licked Hayes from scrotum to tip, making him moan and forget everything else he’d been thinking.
Hayes couldn’t watch anymore after that. He was too lost. Too far gone. He let his head fall back and went along for the ride.
Ren sucked and licked and massaged, edging Hayes, knowing exactly how to bring him to the brink and then back off. And all the while the wet sound of Ren’s hand on his own dick played background music. The guy was taking his fucking time. Walking that fine line between pleasurable and unbearable for them both. And Hayes should’ve wrested back the control. The sub didn’t get to tease him, but it felt too fucking good and he wanted to savor this.
But soon, both of them were too close to wait any longer. The sound of Ren’s fist became faster, more frantic, and the motions of his mouth matched pace. Hayes couldn’t stop the grunts he was making, and before long, he was shoving his cock down Ren’s throat, out of control and desperate.
He didn’t want to come this way. He didn’t want this to end this quickly. Sensation rocketed through him like a locomotive. “Can’t. Gonna.”
He gave Ren the chance to pull off, assumed he would, but Ren only doubled his efforts, taking him deep and pressing a fingertip against Hayes’s hole. Stars burst behind Hayes’s eyelids, leaving streaks of light, and the force of his release barreled through him. A shout scraped over his throat as he came, long and loud, and shot everything he had down Ren’s throat.
Ren groaned along with him and hummed through his own orgasm, finally pulling off and coming all over his hand and the pristine wood floors.
Messy. Out of bounds. And so fucking hot, Hayes’s cock jerked in aftershock.
Hayes’s head bowed and his heart thumped like it was going to pop out of his chest. Sweat rolled down his back. But despite the orgasm, his body didn’t settle. He still felt this pounding need. Too many years of denial were built up. His cock was still half-hard.
He reached out and grabbed Ren’s bicep, helping him to his feet. “You came without permission.”
Ren smiled, lips slick from sucking Hayes’s cock. “Guess you should do something about that.”
Hayes couldn’t help it. He laughed. Goddamn, how had he not realized he loved the arrogant son of a bitch? He grabbed Ren by the neck, tugged him forward, and kissed him.
Ren stiffened fo
r a moment, like he hadn’t seen that coming, but then he gripped Hayes’s waist and pressed his mouth and body to his, giving in to the kiss. Skin to skin. Lips and tongues colliding.
Hayes sank into the connection, the taste of his come mixing with the lingering flavor of whiskey and Ren. His hand tightened on Ren’s neck as he deepened the kiss and soon his cock was hard and bumping up against Ren’s. Yes. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one up for a round two. They ground their hips against each other and hands explored until they were both fully hard again.
Hayes had forgotten how erotic it was to simply kiss and be touched, to have no barriers, to play. He’d rarely done that with subs. The scenes had always been more structured. He walked Ren backward until he hit the bed. They tumbled onto the mattress together, making out like teenagers and grunting and groaning like they were going to explode. Ren was as aggressive as he was, taking and touching and shifting their positions. But when Hayes pinned him down and locked his arms against the bed, he didn’t miss the catch of breath in Ren’s throat.
Hayes broke away from the kiss. “Supplies?”
Ren’s pupils were so big his eyes had gone black, blitzed on lust. “Drawer on the right.”
Hayes reached over and rummaged around, grabbing what he needed. He tossed the lube and condom on the bed and braced himself over Ren. “Want to know a secret?”
Ren’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “What’s that?”
Hayes leaned down next to Ren’s ear. “I knew what you did in my bed. I used to pretend to sleep so I could listen to how hot you sounded when you came. I’d jerk off every morning remembering it.”
Ren hissed out a breath.
“Now let’s see if all that fantasizing was worth it.”
He climbed off Ren and flipped him onto his stomach. Part of him wanted to fuck him face-to-face but that’s not what Ren had fantasized about. He’d wanted dominant, aggressive Hayes. He’d wanted to be used. And Hayes would happily give him that.
Hayes yanked Ren’s pants the rest of the way off and then shoved Ren’s thighs forward, spreading him. The sight was one that had Hayes’s cock painfully hard again. The strong, sleek body of his best friend glazed in sweat and open for him. Hayes loved women and their bodies, that softness and all those curves. He loved to worship at that altar. But there was also something unbearably arousing about a powerful man like Ren surrendering to him, especially knowing Ren didn’t afford anyone else this privilege.
Mine.
He poured lube into his palm and took Ren’s cock in his hand, stroking it and making it glossy and slick, taking his time and getting Ren rock hard again. He ran his thumb over the slit and teased.
Ren’s fingers curled into the sheets. “Fuck, yes.”
“You think you can handle me, Muroya? I know it’s been a long time.” Hayes slicked lube over Ren’s opening, massaging and teasing and enjoying the sounds the moves earned from Ren. He pushed the tip of his thumb inside.
“Christ. If you don’t fuck me right now, I really may tie you down and beat you,” Ren said, his hands now tight fists. “You’re not going to hurt me. I still use toys sometimes. Please. Fuck.”
“Maybe I’ll just tease you all night. Play. I mean, I’ve already come. I’ve got time.”
“Oh, fuck you. You’ve made me wait for a goddamned decade. You aren’t that much of a sadist.” Ren rocked back, taking more of Hayes’s thumb.
The sight of part of him disappearing into Ren’s body and the feel of Ren’s muscles tugging was all it took. His cock flexed against his belly and need roared through him. He pulled back and grabbed the condom, fumbling for a bit. Out of practice.
But once he had it rolled on, everything else came as natural as breathing. He grabbed Ren’s hips, positioned him just how he wanted him, and slid home.
FIFTEEN
Ren’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head when Hayes’s thick cock breached him. The sound that burst from Ren’s throat probably sounded like pain, but it was one hundred percent goddamned pleasure. He reached down and grabbed his own cock, squeezing and stroking to intensify the high.
He hadn’t bottomed for a guy since Gordon. Part of him had wondered if that side of his desire had been stolen after what he’d been through. He’d been with men since then and never had the urge. But with Hayes it’d always been there. Only in the fantasies where his best friend starred did that craving surface. And now the man was inside him.
“Tell me you’re okay,” Hayes said from behind him, breathless as he eased in and seated deep. “Please God, tell me you’re okay, because fuck . . .”
Ren smiled into the sheets. He loved hearing Hayes so undone. How many times had he imagined this those nights when he was a teen? The straight, bossy neighbor boy breaking all the unwritten rules between them and taking him rough. “I’m so okay. You don’t have to be gentle. Fuck me like I know you want to, like a man who’s been celibate for four years. I can handle you, Fox.”
Hayes’s grip tightened on Ren’s hips. “You have no idea the things I want to do to you. Don’t tempt me.”
Ren looked back over his shoulder, the sight of Hayes’s sweaty and flushed muscles flexing as he slowly thrust into Ren was possibly the hottest thing he’d ever seen. “Do it. Don’t fucking insult me. I won’t break.”
Hayes’s gaze met his, ferocity there. Wildness. Danger. There he is. That was the man who’d come out of prison. Angry. Hungry. Dominant.
But he was holding himself back. Chains still on him.
Ren shifted back, taking Hayes all the way and tightening his muscles. Daring him.
It was too much. It was all over Hayes’s face. The chains snapped.
Hayes made a sound close to a roar and dragged Ren almost all the way off and then yanked him back onto his cock with a harsh grip, the sound of skin smacking skin and Hayes’s animalistic sound of pleasure filling the room. And that was all it took. Before long, they were gasping and fucking hard and rough. Ren would have bruises. He would be sore. He didn’t care. They both needed this.
Ren couldn’t keep his head up or watch any longer. He buried his face in the pillow and jerked his cock with his hand, his muscles starting to quake with warning. Hayes angled himself inside Ren just right, rubbing over the perfect spot with each deep stroke. Ren’s body lit on fire. “Fuck, fuck.”
“That’s the idea,” Hayes said, thrusting hard, making the headboard tap the wall. “You feel so goddamned good. So hot and tight. Perfect.”
Sweat rolled down Ren’s face and he lost a grip on his thoughts. All that was left were the sounds, the skin, the thick cock impaling him, and his slick hand jerking himself with so much vigor it almost hurt.
Hayes draped over Ren’s back and grabbed his hair, gripping tight and pressing Ren’s cheek into the mattress. “That’s it. Take what I give you. You’re not in charge right now. You’re mine. You’re fucking mine.”
That was all it took. The command in his voice, the impersonal way he pushed his face into the bed, like he was just a tool for his pleasure, pushed all those buttons Ren wasn’t sure he had anymore. “Can’t . . . Fox.”
“Go for it, sub. Mess up your sheets and show me how much you like having my big cock shoved in your ass.”
“Shit, shit.” Ren had thought he’d last longer considering he’d come already, but there was no stopping it. His cock pulsed in his grip and he shot all over the sheets and his stomach, crying out and begging for harder and faster from Hayes.
Hayes obliged, his pace a punishing speed and his big body crushing Ren into the bed. Then he buried deep, his hand tightening in Ren’s hair, and his body stiffening. The shout that came out of him bounced off the walls like thunder and Hayes came in long, powerful thrusts.
By the time Hayes had emptied himself into the condom, Ren was panting like he’d run a marathon and swam a few miles. He blinked his eyes open, feeling dizz
y. “Jesus.”
Hayes slid out carefully, tossed the condom in a trashcan by the bed, and then collapsed onto his back next to Ren. He stared up at the ceiling, his chest still rising and falling with rapid breaths. “Holy shit.”
Ren tucked his arm under his head and used what little energy he had left to roll onto his side. His body protested the movement but that used-up ache was its own reward. “I know, right? I’m a fantastic lay.”
Hayes turned his head to look at him and then broke out into a loud, belly-deep laugh. One that shook the bed. “You’re such a shit.”
Ren couldn’t keep the grin off his face. How long had it been since he’d heard that laugh? God, he’d forgotten what it sounded like.
Without thinking too hard about it, he leaned forward and kissed Hayes. Part of him was worried the guy would backtrack now that the immediate lust had been satisfied, but Hayes didn’t flinch or pull away.
He kissed Ren back and then smiled. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back.”
Hayes climbed out of bed and walked away in all his naked glory. Muscles flexing, body still glistening with exertion. Ren watched him disappear into the bathroom and groaned. Damn. He’d better not wake up and this all be some wet dream. Because this felt too good to be real.
The shower came on and soon steam billowed out the crack in the door. More time passed than should’ve. He sighed, wondering if Hayes was in there having a silent freak-out.
But after another minute, Hayes poked his head into the bedroom. “Water’s warm. Shower’s big.”
Something tight in Ren’s chest eased. He rolled out of bed. “Awesome. We’re going to have to crash in your room tonight, by the way. The sheets are trashed.”
“I can’t help it if you have no self-control.”