Make Me Soar (41 page)

Fingertips danced over his skin, and then Alan’s body was pressed against his when those inquisitive hands moved higher, to his armpits.

“No!” he cried out breathlessly. “Oh fuck, no!” He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He couldn’t lie still, not when Alan was torturing him without mercy. When Alan relented and ceased his ruthless torment, Dorian inhaled deeply, struggling to regain his composure. “Oh shit,” he said between pants, “no one… ever tickled me… before.” At least not with the express purpose of making him weak with laughter.

Dorian stiffened when he felt Alan’s hot breath on his hole.

D
ORIAN
BECAME
so still that Alan froze, hands spread over his arse cheeks. “You okay?”

There was a moment’s silence before he spoke. “I was waiting for you to do something, but you stopped!” His tone was one of complaint.

Alan chuckled. “My, aren’t
you
feeling brave today?” Inside he was bubbling. The confident, relaxed comeback told him a lot about his sub.
This
was his Dorian, his boy. Gone was the scarred young man who’d trembled in his arms in that hotel room.

He trusts me
. Joy percolated through him, making him dizzy and light-headed.

He slid his hands up over Dorian’s arse, rubbing the soft skin at the top of his thighs, then moving over his balls to that thick cock. “I know how to shut up a mouthy sub.” He leaned forward until the head, already wet with precome, was against his cheek. Alan inhaled the raw, earthy scent of cock and took Dorian into his mouth, sucking hard.

“Oh fuck!” Dorian lifted his hips, pushing deeper, pumping fast. The chains rattled, and the sling jerked as he rocked in and out, breath leaving him in short bursts. “God, that feels so good!”

Alan hummed around the tasty cock, relaxing his throat to take him deeper. He loved sucking dick, but
fuck
, the way Dorian gave himself up to the experience, taking what he wanted, was turning him on. All the while he’d been assembling the sling and building the platforms, his shaft had been a solid core of steel in his jeans. When it was time to change into his leathers, he’d abandoned the idea of putting on the leather jock that went with the chaps—and getting the cock ring over his erect dick and balls had been…
interesting
. Right then he was leaking copious amounts of precome, just
thinking
of what was coming next.

He pulled free of Dorian’s wet dick and grinned in the darkness. “You like that?”

Dorian groaned. “No, I fucking
love
it! Don’t stop!” he whined.

“Ah, but I have something much better in mind.” Alan crouched between Dorian’s spread thighs, hands on his arse. He pulled the cheeks apart roughly and rubbed his face in the crease, rich with the sexy smell of his sub. He heard the hitch in Dorian’s breathing, and his grin widened. He blew over Dorian’s hole, loving the soft gasp that escaped him. There was something so very hot about doing this in the dark.

When he couldn’t wait another second, Alan licked down Dorian’s crease before pressing the tip of his tongue against the tight hole, feeling it give slightly. Dorian groaned and pushed back, plainly eager for more.

Why did I wait this long to taste him?
Alan was in heaven. He licked and sucked, using lots of spit until he could feel it dripping, and only then did he slide a finger into him. Dorian bucked, more hoarse cries tumbling out of him. Alan alternated between tongue and finger until those cries were almost constant, hips rocking. When he added a second finger, Dorian’s loud moan of pleasure was too much to bear. That hot hole was stretched nicely, all silken heat inside, wet and so ready for Alan’s thick cock.

Dorian’s howl brought him to a standstill. “What’s the matter, boy?” Alan wiped the saliva from his face with his hand.

“I’d… I’d forgotten how good this feels,” he stammered out. “It’s been a while.”

Alan rose to his feet, fingers still wedged inside Dorian’s channel, fucking him with them, his other hand on his own dick, pumping it, spreading precome over the head and sliding it faster through slippery fingers. God, he
ached
to be inside his boy.

“I need to fuck you,” he blurted out in a low growl. The thought brought him perilously close to losing it.

Dorian stopped dancing on his fingers and stilled. “Do it,” he whispered. “Fuck me, Sir. I want you to. But….”

“What?” Alan pulled free and straightened, the head of his cock nudging Dorian’s hole, the height perfect. He couldn’t resist pushing against his entrance.

Dorian groaned. “I… I want to watch you fucking me. I want to see you.”

God, Alan wanted that too. “Then you shall.” Carefully he paced back in the direction of the door and felt around for the switch. When bright light flooded the cellar, he blinked, turning around to look at his sub. “Fuck, Dorian.” The expletive tripped off his tongue. He strode over to the sling and gazed down at his sub, who blinked in the light, chest heaving, belly pulled taut. His hole contracted, glistening with spit.

Alan stood on the platform at Dorian’s head, his hands covering Dorian’s on the chains as he brought his heavy cock to brush against those full lips. Dorian didn’t hesitate. He leaned back and opened his mouth wide, taking him deep. Alan pushed out a harsh cry and thrust, eyes locked on his dick, wet and hard, sliding between Dorian’s lips, gathering speed.

“Do you know how sexy you look, swallowing my cock?”

Dorian moaned around the slick shaft and sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, pulling even harsher cries from him. “Fuck, yes, work that dick.” He tightened his hold on Dorian’s hands and rocked back and forth, fucking that talented mouth. Dorian relaxed his throat, and
fuck
, Alan groaned at how deep he sank his cock into him. He watched Dorian’s throat working as he swallowed around the thick shaft. Alan was getting close. Tears leaked from the corners of Dorian’s eyes, saliva dripping down his face.

Alan pulled free with a groan and moved swiftly to stand between Dorian’s legs. Dorian panted, pupils blown, lips shiny, wet eyes focused on Alan. He pumped his cock, making sure Dorian saw.

“You want this?”

Dorian nodded, lips parted, tongue darting out to lick them. “Please, Sir.”

Alan reached for the condom and lube he’d placed near the sling. He tore open the foil and hastily covered his hot dick, his balls already heavy. He pinned Dorian with his gaze. “Just so you know, this is going to be a fast, hard fuck.” Alan ran a lube-slick hand over his length.

Dorian whimpered. “I want it—want
you
—so much.”

His words lit a fire in Alan. He positioned the head of his cock against Dorian’s pulsing hole and pushed, slowly, steadily, until he was buried up to the hilt in glorious tight heat. Alan grabbed Dorian’s thighs and pushed him away, letting the motion of the sling bring him back to impale himself on Alan’s dick again and again.

“Bloody hell, you’re so hard.” Dorian shuddered, his belly rippling, hands gripping the chains, his muscles straining.

“You’re surprised by that?” Alan said with a groan. “I look at you, that tight body, that hot little hole just
begging
to be fucked, and my cock is like granite.” He pulled at the sling until he was fully seated, balls-deep in Dorian. His boy pushed out a long moan. “That feel good?” He pulled back and then slammed into Dorian. “You like that, my rock-hard dick deep inside you?”

“Oh, God,
yes
.” Dorian’s eyes were wide. “Harder, Sir. Make me feel it.” He swallowed. “Make me yours.” His stomach quivered, chest heaving.

That was when Alan lost it.

“You
are
mine, boy,” he growled and thrust hard all the way into Dorian’s body, slamming into him repeatedly, the slap of skin against skin so loud, so erotic. His fingers dug into the firm flesh of Dorian’s toned thighs, yanking him back onto Alan’s rigid cock, no longer capable of reining in his need. His nerve endings tingled, his body on fire. Alan locked gazes with Dorian and let him
see
, opened himself up to let all the passion and desire for his boy show through, pouring out of him in waves.

Dorian cried out, voice cracking. “Oh fuck, you’re going to make me come.” He pulled against the chains, body arching, rocking back and forth on Alan’s slick cock. Dorian’s channel began to tighten around his dick.

“No!” Alan pulled out of him and tugged at the condom, which clung to him. He grasped Dorian’s cock around the base and gripped it. “Dial it back! Go on, pull it back!” Alan pumped his own shaft, balls churning, and aimed it at Dorian’s belly. Almost instantly, hot come surged out of him, spattering across creamy skin. Alan squeezed out the last drops onto Dorian’s cock.

A full-body shudder rippled through Dorian, leaving him sobbing, limbs trembling. “S-Sir.” He stared wide-eyed at Alan, shivering violently. Alan moved to his side and bent over him, kissing him, tongue taking possession. Dorian let go of the chains and looped his arms around Alan’s neck, feeding soft cries into his mouth. Alan claimed those sweet lips, stroking Dorian’s damp chest and belly, feeling the muscles quiver beneath his fingertips.

He broke the kiss and brought his lips to Dorian’s ear. “You were amazing.”

Dorian let out a contented sigh. “I wanted to please you.” His body rippled as he shivered.

“And you did, never fear.” When at last Dorian’s shudders died down, Alan cupped his chin and stared at him. “You
are
mine, Dorian,” he whispered. He kissed him softly.
And you’re going to stay mine for a long time to come.

He wasn’t about to let his beautiful boy go.

D
ORIAN
STARED
at the red brick building across the street, an involuntary shiver skating down his spine.

“Hey.” Alan’s voice was soft, yet loud enough to be heard above the sound of traffic in the city center. “Remember what I told you? You’re ready for this.” His kiss was warm on Dorian’s temple. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t truly believe that.”

Dorian took a long breath to steady his nerves. When Alan’s hand curled around his, he gave the Dom a grateful glance. “I’m fine,” he said after a moment. “Let’s go in, yeah?”

Alan’s hand tightened its grasp. “That’s my Dorian.” He leaned closer to whisper in Dorian’s ear. “Make me proud, boy.”

Dorian gave a brisk nod, his heart hammering.
I can do this
.

They crossed the road to where Tony, the Collars & Cuffs security guard, greeted Alan with a smile and then did a double take when he saw Dorian. “Hey, long time no see, Dorian! How you doin’?”

“Great, thanks, Tony,” Dorian replied with a wave. Alan’s arm was around his back, guiding him toward the heavy wooden door. He pushed it open, and they entered the reception area, Alan once more taking hold of Dorian’s hand.

Behind the desk, Elliott smiled when he saw them. “Dorian! It’s good to see you!” His downward glance took in their joined hands, and his smile widened. “Oh.” His look of genuine delight eased Dorian’s tension. Alan signed them both in, while Dorian stared at the metal doors that hid the club’s interior from sight. He could feel the pulse of percussive music, faint but familiar.

“Ready?” Alan’s hand was back, enveloping his.

Dorian swallowed. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” He straightened, lifting his chin high.

“Have a good night,” Elliott said with a wink. The doors buzzed open, and they walked through into the club. As he’d expected for a Friday night, it was already busy. The bar area was full, and the air was filled with those sounds he knew so well—the swish of canes, the crack of whips, and the moans and cries of men engaged in various scenes.

“Well, well, well.”

Dorian jerked his head in the direction of that deep voice. Leo Hart was standing by the bar, looking casual in a pair of jeans and white shirt and smiling. Dorian gave him a single nod, his heart pounding so hard he swore Alan could feel it through his fingers. He couldn’t help but think of the last time Leo had seen him—and the state he’d been in. Leo’s eyes were warm, as was his smile.

Before he could say a word, Alan brought his lips to Dorian’s ear. “Go get changed. I want to show you off.” He cupped Dorian’s cheek and kissed him slowly, a leisurely exploration with his tongue that made his already steel cock ache. When they parted, Alan grinned and slapped his arse. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Dorian laughed, the intimate gesture easing his embarrassment. He walked briskly to the locker room, leaving Alan standing with Leo, unbuttoning his long greatcoat. Dorian gave him one last glance before entering the room. It was empty. He walked over to his locker and undressed, trying to ignore his racing pulse. His dick was like rock inside his jeans, as it had been all day. Alan had made sure of it, the sadistic….

Dorian stood still for a moment and just
breathed
in an attempt to bring a measure of calm to his heightened state of emotions.