Ropes and Dreams (11 page)

Eventually, Ian ran his hand beneath Drake’s jaw and tipped his head up. Drake opened his eyes, wondering vaguely when he’d closed them. His vision was blurry at first, but he made out Ian’s face. The peace Drake had felt began to be replaced by a need so intense he could hardly breathe.

“Soon,” Ian promised him. Ian stood and kept his hand beneath Drake’s jaw, bringing Drake to his feet with that encouraging touch. Ian kissed him then, slanting his mouth over Drake’s and wrapping those steely arms around him.

Drake felt safe and cared for even as his arousal intensified. He clung to Ian, eager for everything the man could give him. Oh, he wanted to do his share of giving, too, but Ian would lead the way in this new relationship, at least in the sexual part of it. Drake wasn’t going to allow himself to be a doormat, but he wanted to be dominated and see if it was everything he’d begun to fantasise it to be.

“Have you ever been spanked?” Ian asked as he ceased kissing his lips and instead nuzzled his cheek. “Bent over some piece of furniture, or over a lover’s lap, and had your ass smacked until the pain and pleasure made you scream?”

“No,” Drake rasped, trying to press closer to Ian. “I want to. I want—” He didn’t know what-all he wanted.

“We’ll figure it out together,” Ian promised him. “Do you have a safe word?”

“Can’t I use red and yellow for stop and pause?” Drake hadn’t been able to pick words of his own, and figured there was nothing wrong with those two.

“Those work just fine,” Ian assured him. “Have you ever worn a cock ring, or been tied up?”

Drake whimpered as the images flashed before his eyes. “No, no, I haven’t, but if you keep asking me stuff like that, I’m going to be too far past needing a cock ring.”

Ian cradled Drake’s face in his hands. “You do understand that if you’re uncomfortable, in too much pain, or just need a break, you’re to use your safe words. Whichever is applicable, or both, I don’t care. Everything stops when you say them, and we either decide whether or not to continue after discussion for yellow, or we stop completely with red, and discuss what happened, why you felt the need to stop what we were doing. It isn’t wrong to use either of them. It’s wrong to grit your teeth and try to bear something you hate for my sake. Remember, it’s about your pleasure. I’ll enjoy it too, but you are my priority.”

“Are you a sadist?” Drake asked, feeling emboldened by Ian’s words.

Ian nodded. “I do enjoy causing pain when that’s what the sub wants. It isn’t necessary for me to beat you bloody in order to get off, though. Even this…” Ian rubbed his palm over Drake’s left nipple, then pinched it, sending a fierce jolt of pain down to Drake’s balls.
And I freaking like it!
Drake didn’t have to say anything, the moan he made told Ian everything, he figured.

“Yeah,” Ian murmured. He twisted Drake’s tit and Drake yelped, more because he thought he was going to come than because it hurt. It did, though, in a way that was so good he wanted more of it. “See, even this turns my crank. Doesn’t have to be whips and canes.”

But Drake was curious about those things, too. Not certain about them, but curious. Before he could say so, Ian flicked his tender nipple roughly and Drake tried to crawl up Ian, want obliterating everything else.

“You are something else,” Ian said, “So fucking hot. I want to spank you, turn that ass of yours cherry red and leave you sore for days.”

Drake felt more animal than man as he grunted and tried to rut against any part of Ian he could. Ian popped him on the butt, a jarring blow that pushed a wanton sound from Drake.

Ian smacked his backside again. “No more until we have some privacy.” Ian twisted around and reached for his bag. Drake let him get it, then he was dragging Ian to the bedroom. Ian’s dark chuckle was beautiful to hear, but Drake intended to get more than amusement out of the man before much longer.

Chapter Eight

There was nothing like an eager sub—an eager lover, Ian corrected himself, because Drake was more than just a sub. He was an incredible, interesting man who was brave enough to take this new first step and allow Ian to walk with him.

The bedroom was as bland as Ian’s house was, as devoid of anything that made it seem like Drake’s, just like Ian’s duplex was a place to live, not a home. The two of them were quite a pair, but maybe they could make a home together over time.

As soon as Ian had the door closed and locked, he straightened his right arm out between him and Drake. “Strip. Give me a show.”

Drake’s ruddy cheeks were endearing, but the man needed to know how sexy he was.

“I’m kind of, um, pudgy,” Drake whispered as he looked down.

Ian dropped his hand to Drake’s chest and firmly moved it down until he was touching Drake’s soft, warm belly. “No, you’re not pudgy. You’re sexy, and I want to fuck you so badly I can hardly restrain myself. This”—he rubbed that tempting flesh through Drake’s T-shirt—“it turns me on more than a skinny twink ever could. I like my men to be sturdy, to look like they won’t break when I’m fucking them so hard my hips leave bruises on their ass or thighs. And with this”—he squeezed lightly—“I get this.” Ian moved his hand around to Drake’s plump butt. “I really, really like this.” So much so that he gripped those mounds with both hands and kneaded them.

“Oh. Rigo said I was fat, that my butt was huge—” Drake began.

“He’s a fucking idiot,” Ian said, “and if I ever meet him, I’ll be sure to tell him that.”

“He’s not the only one of my exes who said that.”

Ian gave Drake’s buttocks a harder squeeze, spreading his cheeks apart as much as he could when Drake was still wearing jeans. “You were looking for something in the wrong type of guy.”

“I was,” Drake agreed breathlessly. He tipped his head back and Ian took that for an offering—all that smooth, tanned skin right there in front of him. He licked a stripe from the middle of Drake’s neck to his chin.

Drake quivered and pushed that delectable ass back into Ian’s hands.

Ian was going to leave marks just from groping Drake’s ass, but that wasn’t going to be enough for either of them. He landed a swat on Drake’s right cheek, then his left. “Get naked. I want you to take your clothes off, and be proud of this fucking sexy body of yours. I want you to watch me watch you, and see how much I want you. How perfect I think you are.”

“I’m not perfect,” Drake mumbled.

“You are for me,” Ian corrected him. Ian gave those tempting buns one last grope then he moved back to sit on the bed.

Drake sucked on his bottom lip. Ian watched him eagerly. His dick ached, he was so hard. Ian ran his fingers over his denim-covered shaft but kept his attention on Drake.

Drake began to sway gently, as if to music only he could hear. He kept his eyes open just enough that Ian could make out their pretty colour. Drake’s chest wasn’t smooth and hairless, thank God. Ian liked his men
au naturel
, and that was getting harder to find with the current manscaping craze going on.

But Drake had a puff of hair in the centre of his chest, and whorls of dark strands around his nipples. A thicker trail bisected his torso, going down until it split around the top of his belly button. From there it thickened, and Ian knew from sucking Drake’s cock that the man had a nice, thick bush down there.

“Beautiful,” Ian murmured as Drake dropped the shirt and turned to give him a coy look over his shoulder. Drake’s back was hairless, lightly muscled, although more at the shoulders than anywhere else. Drake wiggled his butt and Ian whistled appreciatively.

Drake’s skin was the same light tan all over, Ian noted. He had those deep divots above his ass, and a deep indenture where his spine divided his back. Drake wasn’t skin and bones, not at all, Ian noted with pleasure. Ian could grab him and mark up that pretty skin and not worry about chipping a bone or breaking the man. Jutting hip bones did nothing good for Ian.

Drake rolled his hips then stuck one leg out, pointing his toes. Ian noticed something then—Drake’s toenails were painted a pretty shade of orange, almost a coral colour, actually. It was a surprisingly attractive thing for him to see—he’d never given thought to whether he’d like his man to have painted nails or wear makeup, honestly. Still, he thought he knew the answer.

Drake looked down at his foot and snapped his leg back beneath him so that he had both legs pressed together. “I—I forgot about the polish.”

“I like it,” Ian said. “Never thought about it before, but man, you are full of surprises, and I’m loving every one of them.” Drake’s nervousness seemed to ramp up right in front of Ian. Drake’s shoulders rounded, as if he were burdened with something, and he twisted his fingers together as he turned around. “Tell me. Whatever it is you think’s going to have me running away will probably only make me want you more.”

Drake huffed and twined those fingers tighter. “I… See, here’s the thing. One of my former jobs was in a shoe store. I found out there that I like to wearheelssometimes.”

Ian had to think for a minute to separate those last three words. When he got them figured out, he almost demanded to see Drake in a pair of them. “Do you shave your legs?”

Drake frowned. “No, but I could.”

“I’d like you to do what you want to, but personally, the idea of seeing you, masculine, very much so, while wearing some strappy open-toed heels so I could see the polish—Jesus Christ, that gets me worked up.”

“I could do that.” Drake bobbed his head, and the shy smile he gave Ian was something lovely to see.

Ian expected Drake to say something else, but Drake surprised him then by turning away again and shaking his hips. His jeans slid down an inch before Drake caught them and sent him a flirtatious look. Then Drake shimmied and his butt jiggled. The jeans were dropped and Ian’s jaw dropped right along with them as he watched that luscious ass being shaken for him.

Drake reached back and massaged his cheeks. Ian watched his fingers stroke over the light coating of hair, then prise his ass open. A dark, thicker trail of hair ran down Drake’s crack.

Ian’s hands itched to feel that hair, that skin, beneath them. Drake let go of his butt cheeks and began touching himself all over—hips, thighs, chest.

“Come here,” Ian got out. He remembered his duffle bag and the supplies inside it. “Condoms are in the bag.” Before he could get up, Drake bent, showing off his backside and the dark furled skin nestled there. Ian moaned and pinched his cock through his jeans. He needed to calm the fuck down.

Drake stood straight and pivoted gracefully. He brought the bag over to Ian. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Ian took the bag and set it on the bed. He opened it up and took out the condoms and lube. “Those videos, do you want to watch them now or later?”

“Later,” Drake said without hesitating. “I don’t want anything to distract me from what’s going to happen between us.”

“What are your safe words?” Ian asked as he opened one of the condom packages.

“Red for stop completely, yellow for pause, Ian.”

“Come closer.” Ian rolled the condom down over Drake’s cock. “There’s other things we need to discuss, too, but right now neither of us are going to be able to think much past getting off.”

“Yeah.” Drake whimpered when Ian pumped his shaft a few times. Ian wanted him rock hard, and he had Drake there.

“I’m going to put this on you.” Ian left off playing with Drake’s cock and dug a leather cock ring out. It was one of his favourite kinds as he could put it on an erect cock easily. It buckled in two places on the penis, at the base and a few inches above there. A centre strap would separate Drake’s balls nicely, too.

“Please, Ian,” Drake whispered.

Ian slid the cock ring into place while Drake held himself perfectly still. He’d love to see Drake’s bare cock in it, but that would have to wait. Hopefully, it would happen.

Once he had Drake’s cock and balls bound, Ian patted his lap. “Come on, I want you right here.”

“Okay.” Drake wasn’t quite as graceful lying over Ian’s lap as he had been dancing, but he still did quite well.

“Do you know why I put the condom on you?” he asked Drake as Drake got settled down.

“No, Ian.” But Drake’s strained tone told another tale.

“I’m not going to freak out if you get spunk on my clothes, but I’m going to finger your asshole after I spank you, then I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t even hold a coherent thought. I don’t want to stop and deal with getting us both suited up before then. And you absolutely aren’t to come until I tell you. If I have my way, that’ll be after I’ve pumped my load into your ass and have your dick in my mouth again.”

He really liked the desperate-sounding moan Drake made, just as he liked the feel of the man on his lap. Ian took out the lube and latex gloves. After he spanked Drake, he’d need the gloves so he could work Drake’s little hole open.

“Try to relax,” he urged. Drake gave a strangled laugh. Ian slapped his ass and Drake yelped. “Try. In, one, two, three. Out, one, two, three.” Ian repeated the breathing exercise two more times. Drake seemed less tense then. “You’ll find it hurts worse when you don’t relax.” And with that bit of warning, Ian began warming Drake’s ass with a light rain of spanks.

Drake’s squeak of surprise was endearing. Ian covered Drake’s skin with pink handprints, from the top of his soft buttocks to the tops of his thighs. Drake wasn’t silent during any of it. He moaned and mumbled more “Oh goshes” than Ian had ever heard in his life. Each one of them embedded itself into his heart.

Ian, who’d never loved another man before, was close to tumbling right into that frightening yet longed-for abyss.

He picked up the force of the spanks, and Drake began pushing his ass up, meeting Ian’s hand. Drake’s skin was beginning to darken instead of turning bright. Ian knew he’d have to stop soon. Drake was new to the experience, but his joy in it was so wonderful to see.

“Oh, Ian, Ian, I need to come, please, I need to come,” Drake begged, his plea very close to a sob at the end.

“I want you to wait,” Ian said. He slapped the bottom curve of Drake’s butt, right in the centre. Drake’s shout was quickly muffled when he shoved his fist in his mouth.