Little Square of Cloth (4 page)

“Good.” Rupert nibbled at his neck, hands still teasing along his belly.

“Uh...uh-huh.” Oh, that felt good.

“I’m going to take you to my bed and make love to you. We can play tomorrow.”

“I’ve never made love before.” He wanted to learn how, though. He wanted to know, and, more than that, he wanted Rupert to show him.

“I figured. I can’t wait to show you.”

He turned. “Can I kiss you, Sir?”

“Please.” Bending, Rupert pressed their lips together but let him control the kiss.

He cupped Rupert’s cheek, fingertips tracing the stubble.

Turning his face, Rupert kissed his palm. “Come with me. This should be done in my bed, in the bedroom.”

He nodded, his heart beat speeding. Finally. Finally, he was going to know. He needed to know.

Rupert took his hand, leading him out of the playroom and across the hall to Rupert’s bedroom. It was dark and masculine, with a huge bed by the window and lots of pictures of wildlife. Mostly bears.

“Oh... Look at the bears!”

Smiling, Rupert let him look. “You like? The polar bears are my favorite.” Rupert pointed to a cluster of a half-dozen pictures in black frames.

“They’re amazing. How cool!”

“Thank you. I have a friend who’s a wildlife photographer. I always get first pick of the bears.”

“Oh, really? That’s even better. More personal.”

“Yeah. There’s stories that go with them.” Rupert’s hand slid down to Peter’s ass and squeezed. “I have other things on my mind right now, though.”

“Maybe one day you’ll tell me.” Not now.

“I’m sure I will. Some other time.” Rupert turned them to face each other, pressing their lips together again. “You still want to kiss me, boy?”

“Over and over.” He sort of liked it, a lot.

“Then kiss me like you mean it, boy.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He pushed up on his tiptoes and kissed Rupert hard, pouring himself into it. Rupert’s hands landed on his ass and squeezed, making it ache. That ache wasn’t a bad thing, though. It was like... starting a hunger.

The kisses went on, Rupert grabbing his tongue and sucking on it. His fingers dug in, pushing into the skin of the broad shoulders. Humming, Rupert let go of his ass and began working on his clothes, tugging his t-shirt out of his jeans, undoing the button and zipper. He did the same, working Rupert’s leathers open, being so careful.

He could feel the heat of Rupert’s cock against his fingers, pushing against the leather like it was trying to get to him. It was still impressive, especially now, with the thought that it was going to try and fit in his virgin ass.

“Mmm. Touch me, boy.”

“Yes, Sir.” He knelt down, nuzzling the heavy cock as he eased the leather pants down. Rupert smelled good, clean and musky, male.

Strong hands slid over his head.

“Do the boots just slip off?”

“Oh, no. What would be the fun in that? There’s clasps for you to undo.”

Peter chuckled, only a bit nervous, and started working the clasps open.

“I like how you look on your knees in front of me. It would be even better if you were already naked.”

“Oh. Oh, I’m sorry. Should I?” Had he done it wrong?

“No apologies, but yes, you should.”

“Okay.” It was hard, to be new. Hard. He chuckled.

“What’s funny?” Rupert asked, helping him to his feet and taking off his t-shirt.

“I was thinking that it’s hard to not know the right way to do things and had a Beavis and Butthead moment.”

Rupert chuckled and began undoing his pants. “Not sexy, boy.”

“I know. I’m a dork.”

“You’re in luck, then. I happen to like dorks who are virgins and needed me to rescue them.”

“I just hope you still like me when I’m just a dork who likes you.”

Rupert stopped with his jeans half way down his hips and cupped his cheeks. “I didn’t bring you home to pop your cherry and send you on your way.”

Peter searched Rupert’s eyes, needing to believe that.

“There are a hundred virgins out there looking for a master to teach them. You’re different. You’re special.”

“Me?” The word popped out of him, totally surprised.

“I knew it the moment I saw you at the bar with that black hankie, trying to get your beer and get rid of those two sharks.”

“I still can’t believe that happened. I’m so naive.”

“I’m not sure trusting your friends is naive. Unless he pulls shit like this all the time, then you should have known better.” Rupert gave him a wink.

Peter chuckled and went back to stripping. He was going to trust Rupert to make love to him; he could trust Rupert to be decent to him.

A low groan sounded as he got naked, and when he looked at Rupert, the man looked really turned on, eyes taking him in. “You are stunning, boy.”

Peter knelt down, murmuring, “thank you,” as he went to unfasten Rupert’s boots.

Another groan sounded. “I was right. You need to be doing this naked.”

“Yes, Master.”

“So sexy. You make me want.”

Peter bent to get the boots off, letting him have time to let his cheeks cool. It took a little tugging, but he finally got them off, and then there was just the leather pants. Those were easy, and Peter had a gorgeous man standing before him.

“You like what you see, Peter?” Rupert stood in front of him, not looking the least bit shy about his body.

“I... There’s not words for how beautiful you are.”

“Oh, I’m going to have to keep you for sure.”

He stared, simply eating Rupert up with his eyes, inch by inch.

“You can touch, boy.”

“Yes, Sir.” He reached out, palms flattened against the strong muscles.

They rippled under his touch, Rupert smiling. He reached up as far as he could, wanting Rupert to feel.

“Mmm. Can you feel that? My skin tingles wherever you touch me.”

“Yes, Sir.” He felt like a penitent, worshipping before a pagan god.

Rupert’s chest rose and fell, and he could see the thick cock reaching for Rupert’s belly. Christ, he’d had that in his mouth. Glorious.

He leaned in, buried his nose, and breathed deep, filling his lungs with Rupert’s scent.

“Oh, you are a treasure, Peter. I want to let you explore, but I’m eager to have you, too.”

“Yes, Sir. Yes, please.”

“Good.” Rupert tilted his head and took a kiss, tongue slipping in between his lips. He opened up, pressing close so he could feel all that strength. Rupert grabbed his ass again, lifting him to his tiptoes. Peter moaned, his bare cock dragging the entire way.

Moving them, Rupert got them to the bed, kissing him all the way. His body felt electric, so alive, so needy.

The bed sheets were silky and cool against his back, such a contrast to the hard, hot body of his master above him. He gasped, arched up, bucking against Rupert’s body. Rupert pushed him back down, rubbing all along his body with small, controlled movements. It was magical, the sheets along his back, the skin along his front.

Rupert cupped his face and looked into his eyes. He could see himself, his hunger, his desire. Very slowly, Rupert traced Peter’s lips with his tongue. Then Rupert echoed the movement with his hips, rolling them and making their cocks nudge and bump each other.

Christ, he was going to lose his fucking mind.

Next, Rupert kissed all over his face, lips lingering only seconds before moving on to the next spot. Peter’s entire body began to tingle, his cock aching again.

When Rupert reached his jaw, instead of kissing, he began to suck -- hard enough Peter knew it was going to leave a mark. He lifted his chin. Who was going to know he had hickies? It wasn’t like he worked in an office where it would be a problem. Groaning against his skin, Rupert moved to a spot on his throat, sucking up another spot there.

“Sir. Sir.” He swallowed hard.

Rupert scraped his teeth over Peter’s skin, then continued sucking. He’d never had a hickey. He was going to beg for more. Maybe Rupert was on the same page, because he found a new spot and began to suck up yet another mark.

These sounds started escaping him, needy and eager, begging.

Rupert’s fingers slid along his ribs and down to his hips, not hitting any sweet spots, but it felt amazing just the same. Peter stretched, pressing into the touches, into the pleasure.

“Sweet boy. Gonna make you fly.”

“Please. Yes. Yes, Sir.”

Smiling down at him, Rupert slid fingers up along his chest toward his nipple. His body tightened, drew up tight.

“You know it’s coming, but you don’t know when it’s going to happen.”

“Anticipation.” The word came out breathless.

“That’s right. It’s good, isn’t it?” Rupert’s finger circled his nipple as he spoke.

“Yes. God, yes.” Peter was into it.

Rupert held his gaze and kept circling, making him wait and wait, the tension building. Then Rupert swept in and licked at the tip of his nip. The sensation was bright, the flash of heat turning cool almost immediately.

Rupert flicked his tongue across Peter’s other nipple, then returned to the first, taking it between his lips and sucking on it. The sensation seemed to pull from deep inside him, and Peter swore he could feel each suck in his cock. All he could do was hold on, hold on and feel.

Rupert flicked his tongue across the tip of Peter’s nipple, over and over. His body tightened, so hard that he shook. Humming, Rupert tugged his nipple, then the other.

“You make me want to scream, so hard.” It seemed almost too big not to.

Giving his nipple a light nip, Rupert came off it and grinned up at him. “Go ahead.”

“What?”

“Go ahead and scream. I don’t want you to hold back.”

“Yes, Sir. Yes.”

At his words, Rupert went back to sucking, picking his other nipple this time.

Peter moaned, his spine arching up toward the chest. As he sucked, Rupert dragged his fingers along Peter’s abdomen, putting a warmth in his belly. Christ, yes. Please. He was going out of his mind. He needed that touch on his cock. He really, really did.

Rupert’s wrist brushed the tip of his cock. His hips rolled up, nudging his prick harder.

“Oh, pushy, pushy boy.” Rupert sounded amused rather than upset.

“Yes. You make me need.”

“Fantastic.” Rupert took hold of his cock, fingers wrapping tightly around it.

Peter’s eyes crossed, his focus on his needy cock.

Thumb working his tip, Rupert manipulated him slowly, the drag of Rupert’s hand so unlike jacking himself. His toes curled, eyes rolling. Rupert stroked him for a few moments, then Rupert’s hands slid down to play with Peter’s balls.

That was... new. Unusual. Odd. Weird.

Then Rupert slid down his body and licked at his sac, tongue so hot.

“Sir?” Peter’s legs spread, like they had a mind of their own.

“Just feel boy -- I know what I’m doing.”

“Yes, Sir.” Oh, God.

His legs were pushed farther apart, Rupert’s hands on his inner thighs, opening them wide. His inner thighs protested, but he spread, moaning low. Rupert nuzzled his balls with his nose and licked beyond them. Peter stilled, eyes wide, the world seeming to stop still.

“Easy, boy,” murmured Rupert, before licking from the back of his balls to his hole in one long swipe.

A soft keening left him. He could feel Rupert’s smile against his skin, then Rupert slid his tongue along Peter’s skin again, flicking back and forth across his hole.

He. It. That. Oh. Oh, God. Each lick felt better than the last, and his thoughts shattered, his body screaming with pleasure.

The next thing he knew, Rupert’s tongue was pushing into him. Into. Him. He did scream, then, a breathy, thin thing with no breath behind it.

In and out, Rupert tongue-fucked him; he never dreamed anything could feel like this. He wanted to turn on hands and knees, push back like a whore and beg. He couldn’t, though. Rupert’s hands were still pressed against his inner thighs, keeping him in place.

“Please.” He didn’t even know what he was begging for.

Rupert stroked his thighs, the touch gentle, and his legs began to tremble, his cock leaving wet kisses on his belly.

“Gonna get you ready for my cock, boy.”

Peter nodded. He couldn’t think of anything else to do. He wanted Rupert inside him so badly he burned.

Rupert moved, almost leaving the bed to open the drawer in his bedside table. Peter reached out, moaning.
Please. Please, don’t leave me.

Rupert grabbed his hand and twined their fingers together. Oh, yes. He held on.

“You’re doing well, boy. Really well.”

“Thank you, Sir. This is... I need you.”

“I’m right here. And I’m going to be right here the entire way.”

“Yes, Sir. Yes.” His breath slowed, Rupert’s gaze easing him.

Fingers squeezing his, Rupert grabbed a tube and moved again to kneel between his legs.

Peter spread wider and bent his knees. “Like this?”

“Yes. I want to be able to see your face while we make love.”

Peter almost shot, just from those words alone.

Making sure Peter could see, Rupert slicked up his fingers. Peter’s body rocked, sliding on the sheets, eyes on Rupert’s prick.

Groaning, Rupert watched him. “You’re so ready for this. So ready to be mine.”

“Yes. Yes, please.” Even if it hurt.

Reaching down, Rupert pressed a finger against his hole. Peter immediately bore down and took it in.

“Eager.” Rupert looked pleased, and that finger pressed in deep.

He was; he wanted to feel it all.

Rupert moved his finger in and out, warming him from his hole outward. It didn’t hurt at all. Didn’t even feel odd -- he’d fingered himself before. After a few moments, Rupert pushed a second one in with the first. It wasn’t until the third pressed in that Peter felt a real stretch, a burn. Rupert wasn’t just fucking him with those fingers, he was spreading them apart.

Then he was touching Peter’s prostate. Peter shuddered, his entire body waking up. Looking pleased, Rupert touched him there again, then once more.

“I...I...”
Lord. Lord, please.

“Don’t fight it, Peter. Just go with it.”

He nodded, swallowing over and over, just sobbing with it.