Embracing His Syn (42 page)

Syn’s body slumped against his lover.
His eyes rolled back as he buried his face and growled against
Furi’s neck. He bit Furi at the juncture of his shoulder before he
could think better of it. Furi kept up the brutal pace on his cock
but took his other hand and slammed Syn back against the
door.

“
Biting, baby?” Furi
grinned mischievously. “Trying to hurt me?”

Syn could only shake his head. He
really hadn’t meant to bite Furi. But he could see his teeth marks
in the man’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he huffed. Syn’s face was still
furrowed with the intensity of the pleasure, since Furi’s fist
hadn’t stopped moving on his cock. He couldn’t think of anything
else to say. His brain was slowly leaking out with the pre-come
from his dick. Furi knew what he was doing to him; there was no way
Syn could be held responsible for his actions right now.

“
You need something in
your mouth to make you behave,” Furi whispered against his parted
lips. Syn’s cock leaked some more. He would need to have his
fucking carpet cleaned after this. Furi's cock was leaking as well
and he knew the man had to be as turned on as he was. “My cock
would look beautiful being shoved down your throat right now, but
we’ll wait on that. This’ll have to do in a pinch.”

Syn didn’t get a chance to figure out
what that meant before Furi’s index finger was shoved into his
mouth. Syn was bewildered at how Furi could be working his cock
fast in his tight fist but slowly fucking his mouth with his
finger. Syn licked and lapped at the long digit, his hole clenching
at the anticipation of Furi putting that finger inside
him.

Syn let loose a strangled moan. “I’m
gonna come ... can’t take much more,” he damn near whined. He
didn’t fucking care. Furi was working him over like nothing he’d
ever felt. An orgasm was coming on that was surely going to bring
him to his knees. He could feel the burning in his spine, the
stirring in his balls as they drew up close to him.

Furi looked dead at him, his face a
serious mask of concentration. His upper lip went up into a mean
but somehow sexy-as-fuck snarl as he kicked Syn’s legs apart in a
move similar to what an officer would use. Syn’s wide stance had
him open enough to take what Furi was going to do next. Syn was
still sucking on Furi’s finger like it was a cock when Furi removed
it and quickly brought it around to his ass. He only had to take
his hand off Syn’s cock for a second to pull apart one side of his
ass and rub his slick finger quickly up and down that taut bud,
heating up the tight skin around it before pushing his finger in
fast and not stopping until his palm was against his
ass.

“
Jesus, fuck!” Syn yelled
out and went up on his toes at the fast, rough intrusion.
Oh fuck yeah.
Damn. When
the hell did Syn start being so turned on by a little pain? Had he
always liked it rough? He could never be rough with the women he'd
had. There’d never been anyone to handle him. So honestly, he never
knew.
Augh. Thank you baby.
If Syn didn’t live another day after tonight,
it’d be okay. This experience was one to go out on.

“
Not gonna be gentle
today, Syn. You deserve everything that you’re gonna get tonight.
But you can’t fool me love. I know how much you like it when it
hurts.” Furi kissed away the moans that Syn released into the air
between them.

“
Make it hurt. Make me
feel it. Need to feel it. Hurt me,” Syn chanted almost to himself.
He was in some kind of free-floating, pre-orgasmic subconscious
state. Furi pumped his finger in and out of his pulsing hole with
the same wild timing he was using on his dick and Syn lost it. The
double assault – something filling him and jerking his cock was
devastating. His orgasm crashed to the surface like a bullet
readying in the chamber, but the bastard held him there in its
clutches, almost like Furi ordered it to wait just a little
longer.

Furi concentrated on the head of his
almost purple cock. Fuck he was ready to shoot. Short, quick, slick
strokes over the ridge of the head, squeezing and twisting every
couple of times while simultaneously pegging the gland deep inside
him. “Fuck.” Syn pumped his hips hard. It felt so wild not being
able to brace his hands on anything when he was about to come.
There was nothing to squeeze. He couldn’t shove his fist inside of
his mouth to muffle the shout. There was nothing to do accept bare
his expression to the man who wanted nothing more in the world than
to see every second of his release play across his face. And he was
just about to see it. Syn was getting so close to coming and there
was nothing he could do to stop it.

“
That’s it. Fucking look
at you.” Furi reared back to get a better look. The finger in Syn’s
ass slammed inside one final time and Furi shook it so fast it felt
like a vibration against his gland and he didn’t stop until Syn
started yelling loud enough to wake the neighbors two floors below
him. The first jet sent Syn crashing down to his knees and Furi
went with him, never breaking stride.

“
That’s right, Syn. Come
all over me,” Furi groaned. With each jerk of his fist he pumped
more come from his cock. Syn fell forward, all of his upper body
weight bearing down on Furi. He was a puddle of languorous ooze in
his lover’s arms. Syn nuzzled his head in Furi’s thick hair and
panted through the rest of his orgasm. He twitched and jerked while
Furi calmed his frantic pace and lazily worked Syn’s
opening.

“
Fuck feels good,” Syn
groaned, slowly rotating his ass on Furi’s finger.

Furi knew that Syn thought the pace
was going to go from chaotic to serene now that he’d made him come,
but he was terribly mistaken. Furi moved off to the side and
wrapped his arm around Syn’s broad chest to lower him to the carpet
since his hands were still secured behind him. Fuck, he looked good
enough to lick all over. Naked and submissive, completely under
Furi’s control. Furi wasn’t into BDSM but he did know how to give
his lover that euphoric feeling of being taken over sexually. More
people than would admit it craved that relaxed, worry-free moment
in bed and just needed a selfless partner to give it to
them.

Furi finally pulled his finger free of
that warm channel to fully remove Syn’s boots and jeans so he could
finish his man off properly. Although Syn was new to relationships
Furi had no doubt he could keep him spellbound indefinitely. He
would show the gorgeous specimen stretched out beneath him how
beautiful it is to be a gay man in a committed relationship. He’d
hoped the scene tonight at God and Day’s didn’t dissuade him. Furi
didn’t need any more cocks in bed with them. While it could be fun,
not all gay men played with other couples. One man was enough for
Furi. Syn was man enough for Furi. He’d show him every day if he’d
let him. Syn would be able to trust him with his heart and his
body, knowing there was no way he’d hurt him. And he secretly hoped
Syn felt the same way.

“
Furi,” Syn moaned, still
sounding sedated.

Furi let Syn’s chest rest on the
carpet but he grabbed his hips with both hands and yanked him up to
his knees. Syn grunted hard, but it quickly turned to a sexy
whimper when Furi’s warm tongue began lapping at his stretched
hole. Laving and swirling his tongue around the pliant skin before
delving in for a more thorough taste.

“
Ahhh. Fuck. Fuck, yeah,”
Syn moaned. “Mmmm. Furi what you do to me.”

Goddamnit this man would be Furi’s
ruin. Everything about him was so fucking sexy. The way he moaned.
The way he cried out to him. The way he responded to him. And most
of all the way he tasted to him. All musk and leather with just a
hint of Irish Spring, which he now knew was Syn’s favorite
soap.

Syn reached into the drawer of the
coffee table and pulled out a condom and fresh bottle of lube he’d
stashed in there before he left yesterday. Always good to be
prepared, he’d thought.

Furi rolled on the tight latex while
never taking his eyes of Syn’s hips. They moved in a simulation of
being fucked. His man knew it was coming. Furi was glad that Syn
was practically face down, so he couldn’t see the self-satisfied
look on his face. Furi popped the cap on the new bottle of lube and
saw Syn’s body jump at the sound. He reached up and smoothed his
hand down Syn’s spine. His fingertips trailed over each vertebra,
loving the chills that wracked Syn’s strong body.

“
Furious. Not too much
lube. Need you,” Syn mumbled in a hoarse whisper.

Furi grabbed the base of his cock to
keep it from exploding. It took a few seconds before he was able to
spread a thin layer of lube on his cock. With just a small dollop
on his finger he pushed it inside of Syn’s impatient channel. He
closed his eyes and took a calming breath before lining up his long
cock with Syn’s hole. He tapped Syn’s hole with his cock to tease
him a little more, knowing the man was beyond ready to be
fucked.

“
Furious. Come on!” Syn
barked, looking over his shoulder with a pissed
expression.

“
Oh. You’re not getting
bossy are you, Syn?” Furi said softly. It was the same tone he used
before he stole Syn’s breath away and jerked his cock like he was
trying to skin it. “Are you in control here, baby?”

Syn’s back was rising and
falling as he breathed quick, short breaths.
He knows it's coming any minute.
Damn Furi had never had such fun or felt this type of
exhilaration with a partner. If it came down to it, Furi didn’t
think he’d ever be able to let Syn go, even if the man demanded
it.

“
No, I’m not in control,”
Syn sighed.

“
Who is?” Furi asked his
own voice rough with lust.

Syn didn’t answer fast
enough.

Furi yanked on Syn’s wrist, the cool
metal cuffs clinked together, and Furi slammed his dick into Syn,
his pelvis slapping against that hot ass, both men bellowing at the
extremely powerful move.

“
Furi. Fuck!” Syn
hollered. His voice was raw now. His resolve snapping a long time
ago.

Furi knew there was no way he’d last
longer than a couple minutes, and he wasn’t ashamed. No man could
last long in Syn’s tight heat. It was a living, pulsing furnace,
cinching and searing his cock in the most erotic way. Furi threw
his head back, his long hair falling down to the middle of his
back, giving himself just a few minutes to enjoy the sensation
before he put his entire focus back on Syn.

“
Harder. Harder,” Syn
whispered huskily. But Furi heard him. Fuck, he heard and he
listened.

Furi got a solid grip on Syn’s
sweat-slicked shoulders and yanked him back onto his cock while
thrusting his hips forward. Furi clenched his teeth so hard his jaw
ached. His man wanted hard, he’d give him hard.

Syn dug his forehead into the carpet,
his ass up in the air for the taking. It was a sight like no other.
This strong, over-protective, elite task force Sergeant writhing,
and crying beneath him, repeatedly begging Furi to pound his
ass.

“
Like that, Syn?” Furi
fucked Syn’s ass like he wanted him to be able to think about
nothing else tomorrow but Furi fucking him. He would remember who’d
been inside him for at least the next twenty-four hours. He let go
of Syn’s shoulders and held on to his wrists, right above the cuffs
and yanked on his arms, slamming him repeatedly back onto his dick.
Syn yelled to whatever God was listening, but Furi didn’t let up
for a second.

“
Ahh! Motherfucker!” Syn
barked as his ass was taken violently, just the way he’d begged for
it.

Furi was gonna blow soon. He paused
just long enough to grab Syn’s keys off the table in front of them
and quickly unlocked the handcuffs.

“
No,” Syn groaned, as his
arms fell down to the floor.

Furi tossed the cuffs and hurriedly
shoved back into Syn’s warmth. He leaned over the toned back,
giving the man his own heat. “Shhh. I got you, baby. But I’m not
going to hurt your shoulders.” Furi fucked him hard and deep,
snapping his hips so his balls slapped against Syn’s
taint.

The groan that left Syn sounded
animalistic. It was time. Furi reached under Syn and gripped his
hard cock. Fuck he was so hard again. He didn’t jerk him as roughly
as he did before, instead opting for an easy but firm glide,
letting the skin do the work. He brought his forearm around Syn’s
neck and applied subtle pressure to his throat knowing Syn liked
that.