Ropes and Dreams (12 page)

Ian liked that struggle. He spanked the same spot again, then again before moving up a few inches. “These last few are going to be rough. You know what I want to hear if it’s too much.”

Drake tugged his hand from his mouth long enough to say, “Yes, Ian.” When he started to put it back in, Ian stopped him with a sharp, “No.”

Drake turned his head enough to look up at him. “I can’t hear you like that,” Ian explained. “I should have stopped you the first time since we didn’t agree on a non-verbal signal in lieu of a safe word.”

“Okay. I just was getting loud.”

Ian grinned at him. “So get loud. I bet you aren’t the only one shouting down the house tonight.” And petty as it was of him, he kind of hoped Salt would hear Drake, too. It purely pissed Ian off that Salt had tried to scare Drake away from him. He supposed in the long run, Salt had actually helped him out. Ian didn’t like that idea so he left off thinking on it. He rubbed and massaged Drake’s hot ass for a minute. “Ready for the last three?”

Drake nodded, then added, “Yes, Ian.”

Ian landed them fast and hard so that Drake didn’t have time in between them to holler. His hand burned like he’d stuck it on a hot stove, and his arm was a bit achy, but damn. “Your ass looks so fucking fine.”

Drake humped, but Ian kept his legs apart so that Drake’s cock got no friction. He kneaded Drake’s ass again then picked up the gloves. “Now, do you know what comes next? Prepping this pretty ass of yours. I’m going to work your tight hole open, and if you’re good for me and don’t try to get off, I won’t torture you with a touch here and there to your gland.”

As close as Drake was to coming, touching his prostate would be pure hell. Ian slid the gloves on then he reached under Drake and checked the cock ring. It was still in place. “Spread,” he told Drake, “Show me your asshole.”

Drake groaned, but he parted his legs and used one hand to pull aside his left buttock. Ian picked up the lube and poured some on his gloved fingers. Only then did he look at the dusky pucker surrounded by short dark hair.

He wasn’t going to be able to tease Drake for too long, not when he needed inside the most perfect ass he’d ever seen. Ian pushed Drake’s hand aside and tugged at the same cheek. He did it hard enough to make Drake feel it and was rewarded by another of those needy sounds Drake made.

Ian rubbed the lube over Drake’s opening. That little aperture twitched and clenched under his fingertips. “Hungry for it?”

“Yes!” Drake all but shouted.

“Yes, what?” Ian asked him, just touching that furled skin lightly.

“Yes, Ian. Please, please put your fingers in me.”

“Since you begged so nicely…” Ian pushed his middle finger in without stopping until it was buried deeply in Drake’s ass. Drake shivered, he wiggled and moaned, but Ian held still, just absorbing the heat and sensations of having any part of him in Drake’s body. Even through the gloves, he could feel those inner walls clutching at his digit. That was going to feel fucking amazing on his cock.

Ian withdrew his finger and in short order had a second one spreading Drake’s hole. Drake gasped and Ian gently touched his gland again. “Sorry about that.”

“You’re not,” Drake ground out, grabbing hold of Ian’s leg. “You’re an evil tease!”

“Well, now I am,” Ian drawled. He stroked over Drake’s gland a few times until the man was a gibbering mess of need, then he slipped a third finger into Drake. “Damn it, I need to fuck you.”

“Please, God, Ian, please fuck me!” Drake inhaled noisily only to release his breath in a gusty exhale. “And please let me come. I want to come with your dick in me.”

Ian stretched Drake’s hole for another minute then he patted Drake’s red behind. Drake’s hiss and the way he jerked were satisfying to see. “Let’s get you up here on your back. I want to see you, but next time, I’ll have you on your hands and knees so every time I drive forward, your sore ass will get the full benefit of the pounding.”

Drake mumbled something Ian couldn’t make out. Ian needed to get his pants off and a condom on. He helped Drake get settled on the bed, grinning when Drake’s eyes went wide upon his ass hitting the bed. “Smarts, don’t it?”

Drake glared at him and reached for his cock. Ian batted his hand aside. “No touching, baby. That’s mine. All of you is mine.”

“And I get you,” Drake said with a slightly belligerent tone, like he thought Ian would argue about it.

Ian didn’t. “Exactly.” He kicked off his shoes and toed off his socks. Drake watched him closely and Ian sent him a wicked look as he began to unbutton his jeans. His cock was nothing to be ashamed of, but it wasn’t the monster size Drake’s dick was. Still, Ian had never got any complaints.

Drake licked his lips as Ian shoved his pants down. “You’ve got the best-looking prick I’ve ever seen,” Drake said. “Please hurry, Ian.”

Ian unbuttoned his shirt enough to pull it off over his head. He was glad he’d thought to unbutton the cuffs first, otherwise he’d have been in a mess. When Ian was completely naked, he picked up a condom and opened the package. “I need you,” he said to Drake. “I’ve never needed anyone like this before.” Ian put the rubber on then he grabbed Drake by the ankles and pulled him to the edge of the bed. “Gonna fuck you right here.” Ian hooked one arm under Drake’s left leg then he lined up his cock with that glistening hole.

“Take me,” he muttered, then he thrust, so eager for Drake he almost just shoved all the way in. The tight, gripping heat of Drake’s ass threatened to milk the cum right out of Ian. He steeled himself to hold on as he paused, his shaft halfway in Drake’s channel.

“Please, Ian. Don’t stop now.” Drake rolled his head from side to side and squirmed. “Oh gosh, you feel so good. Just come in, come in deeper.”

Ian hooked his arm under Drake’s other leg and gave them both what they wanted. He drove forward until his balls slapped against Drake’s ass.

“Yes!” Drake shouted. Ian ground against him, giving Drake plenty of sensation on his sore ass. Then he withdrew slowly, the drag of Drake’s inner muscles trying to hold him inside so incredible Ian’s eyes almost crossed.

Ian let the underside of his cock stretch Drake’s ring, then he began pounding into Drake, unable to resist the hard fucking they both craved.

Drake’s wordless shouts rang off the walls as Ian hammered away at his hole. He’d never been so driven to fuck a man, so mindless with the pleasure of it. Ian couldn’t believe how intense it felt to have Drake under him, to know he’d pinked up Drake’s ass with his hand and now his cock was buried in the most perfect heated grip.

Drake made a choked sound and he arched his neck. Ian reached for the cock ring and found the first buckle. If he loosened it, it might be enough freedom for Drake to shoot.

Ian couldn’t manage it and thrust at the same time. He bottomed out and held still while he unbuckled both latches then the strap that separated Drake’s balls. Ian tossed the contraption aside. “Hold on as long as you can,” he ordered, then he grabbed the lube and poured it over Drake’s shaft.

Ian gripped the steely erection tightly, wanting Drake to really feel his hand. He stroked him once, then twice before beginning to fuck the man again.

Drake grabbed at his own legs and pulled them up until his knees were by his ears. The position opened him up for a deeper fucking and Ian ploughed into his clenching heat. At the same time, he jerked Drake off. His own balls were tingling, his sac pulling tight as the beginnings of his relief began to threaten. Ian wanted Drake to come with him, or at least before him. He added a little pinch to the tip of Drake’s dick on the next stroke while thrusting faster and faster.

“Ian!” Drake tensed then shook as his cock pulsed in Ian’s grip. The constriction of his inner walls around Ian’s cock pulled Ian’s climax right out of him. Ian pumped away in little movements as he moaned and filled the condom with his spunk.

When his orgasm finally ceased, Ian felt so lethargic he was surprised he didn’t collapse. The need to take care of Drake was paramount, and so he gently withdrew, holding onto the base of the condom he wore.

“I’m going to get us each a washcloth,” he said, but Drake seemed to be hovering in that happy space a mind-blowing orgasm could take a person.

Ian left him there, dozing or meditating, or maybe he was recovering. Whichever it was, Ian was going to join him in just a few minutes. Spending the night and holding Drake in his arms was something he wasn’t going to miss out on.

In the small bathroom attached to Drake’s room, Ian shucked the gloves into the trash. The condom was dumped in the toilet and flushed. He peed then flushed again before washing his hands. Spying the short stack of three white washcloths, Ian took two of them and soaked them in warm water. He wrung them out then went back into the bedroom.

Drake was snoring softly, one arm flung over his eyes and the other on his belly. Ian smiled at the scene. Drake’s stomach was soft but not huge, just enough there to make him solid.

Ian walked over to the bed and looked at Drake, taking his time and letting himself enjoy the man’s masculine beauty. Then it occurred to him that Drake’s dick was still wearing a condom. That could be uncomfortable to remove once the spunk began drying.

After putting on another pair of gloves, Ian lifted Drake’s cock.

“What—” Drake sputtered, sitting up. “Don’t—”

“Gloves,” Ian offered, waving one hand. “Lay back down and let me take care of you.”

Drake bit his bottom lip but eventually he plopped back down. Ian winked at him and carefully removed the condom. He carried it to the bathroom for disposal, then returned and wiped Drake’s skin clean.

“Better?” he asked.

Drake grunted and his eyes slid closed only to jerk back open. “I need underwear.”

“I’ll get them.” Ian returned to the bathroom and peeled off his gloves. He tossed them into the trash and washed his hands before going back out and opening the top drawer on Drake’s little dresser. Just as he’d thought, underwear and socks.

Ian picked out a blue pair just because he thought the colour would be gorgeous against Drake’s skin. “Here you go,” he said as he tossed them over to Drake. He took his own boxer-briefs from his duffel and put them on. “You want the light off?”

“Please.”

“I do love to hear you say that,” Ian murmured. Drake gasped softly and Ian strode over to the light switch. He turned it off then made his way back to the bed. There was a sliver of moonlight peeking through the edge of the blinds. Ian stopped before he made it across the room. “Buddy?”

“Shoot!” Drake’s panicked voice was proof that he was now wide awake. “Oh, man, I’m the worst dog owner ever! And the dishes, I can’t leave those out—”

“Why don’t you get the puppy and I’ll start on cleaning up our kitchen mess?” Ian hated washing dishes, but Drake would need to be the one to get Buddy, just to make him not feel so bad.

“Okay, thanks. I’ll help you as soon as I get Buddy set up in here.”

Ian hadn’t expected to be doing dishes, of all things, but he considered it a small price to pay in order to spend the night. Hell, for that he’d wash every dish in the county.

Chapter Nine

Ian had been right. Drake felt both the spanking and the fucking for days. It was a good thing, too, since Ian had been working doubles. One of the night shift cops had had a heart attack, and while he’d live, the police department was short-handed. Ian was the newest guy on the force, so he got handed the shit jobs. They still texted each other and talked for a few minutes every day, but Drake really wanted to see the man in person, soon.

As noisy as he’d been the other night, no one had teased him, which was surprising. Salt gave him seething glances, but if he’d been outside eavesdropping then he deserved to hear what he had—Drake being pleasured like he hadn’t believed possible.

He knew from the spanking that he wanted to try more. The whip, he might be able to handle. A cane, on the other hand, might be too much. Drake wouldn’t know until he’d been on the receiving end of the whip to know if he could handle it, or if he was willing to try the cane. He needed to get the balls to tell Ian he wanted to be whipped…or at least try it. Where they’d do it, he didn’t know. Drake was hoping Ian had a secret dungeon or something. He had no desire to be taken to a club and whipped in front of observers.

Drake’s cellphone rang, and in his eagerness to speak to Ian again, he didn’t pay attention to the caller ID.

“You finally answered, you fat little fucker,” Rigo snarled.

Drake pulled the phone away and glared at it. What had he ever seen in someone who’d talk to him like that?

“Fuck you,” Drake retorted. “I don’t want you to call this number again.”

“Stop cussing. You know I hate that. Did you get the tests back?”

“Fuck off,” Drake repeated. He ended the call. He didn’t have to put up with Rigo anymore. Immediately, he called his cell service provider and spent ten minutes on the line with them, getting a new number. It was past time to excise Rigo from his life. Drake texted Ian with the information, then went looking for his bosses.

Will was standing on the back porch watching a young, hipster-looking type of guy get out of a yellow Mini Cooper. Actually, Drake wasn’t sure the guy was young. The ungroomed beard he had made it difficult to tell his age. He kind of reminded Will of one of those guys on that duck show he watched sometimes.

“Hey, I’m here to teach some owners how to mind their dogs,” the guy called out, waving at them. He looked at the pen, where four puppies barked and bounced, wanting his attention. “We’re gonna have us some fun, aren’t we, boys and girls?”

Drake’s phone sounded with a text message. His heart just about soared out of his chest when he saw it was from Ian.

Off at six. I’m tired but need you more than sleep. Dinner?

Drake replied with an offer to feed Ian then give him the best orgasm of his life. The smiley face he got in return made him laugh out loud because he just wouldn’t have thought Ian would use those things.