Page 18 of Something Unavoidable

“I will fuck you as hard as you want, brat. But not until you ask for it.” Teeth scraped Izzy’s earlobe. “No more pretending.”

That shouldn’t be what Izzy wanted to hear. Keegan was calling him out, and Izzy should hate it. Instead, it made him feel safe. “I want it,” he blurted on a gasp. “Make me take it.” He jerked against Keegan’s hold, and the next thing he knew, he was facedown on a stack of hay bales, the stalks scratching his cheek, Keegan’s grip on his wrists painful and comforting in equal measure.

“You want me to stop, you call red,” Keegan said.

Izzy jerked a nod. “Yes, sir.”

Keegan swore under his breath and forced Izzy’s hands up over his head. His knuckles bumped the bars of the stall. “Will you keep them there?”

Izzy wrapped his fingers around the cold metal and laughed. “No.”

Keegan let out an exasperated chuckle. “Of course not.” A moment later, Izzy heard the metallic slide of a lead rope clip. Oh god. Keegan wound the rope deftly around Izzy’s wrists and tied it off.

Izzy lifted his head and eyed it, then had to laugh again. Keegan had tied a quick-release knot. The kind they used forsecuring the horses. Izzy could get out of it without much effort if he tried…but he didn’t want to try. His cock was rock hard and leaking in his underwear, his balls already heavy and aching.

Keegan cut off his laughter by pressing up behind him. Keegan was hard, just as hard as Izzy, his cock a steel shaft against the soft curve of Izzy’s ass.

Izzy pressed his forehead into his bicep and tried to breathe. Fuck, the sounds that wanted to leave him would be goddamn embarrassing if they escaped.

A moment later, Keegan’s hands slid down his back, digging into the muscles and making Izzy arch, a moan caught in his throat. Then they went back up, under his shirt this time, and a sound did escape, a desperate whimper at the sensation of warm skin against his. Izzy’s breath hitched, and he pulled against the rope, squirming with the need to hurry this along. “Stop stalling,” he snapped. “If you’re gonna fuck me, then do it.”

Keegan’s heat left him abruptly, but Izzy didn’t have time to so much as shiver before fiery pain lit up his backside, the sound of the slap registering a second later.

“Oh fuck,” Izzy whined as the sting spread through him and his back arched, his hips searching for more. He fuckinglovedbeing spanked.

“Bossy.” Keegan’s chuckle was breathless and aroused. “I’d threaten you with more where that came from, but I think you’d enjoy it too much.”

Izzy nodded. Yes, he fucking would. His thoughts on how to convince Keegan to give him more got derailed when Keegan’s hands dipped under him and popped the button on his jeans. He froze as the zipper was lowered and his jeans were dragged down his thighs until they bunched around his knees, exposing his burning skin to the cold air.

“Gorgeous,” Keegan said, cupping Izzy’s ass in his hands and kneading.

Izzy focused on breathing again when Keegan pulled his cheeks apart and air touched his hole, making him clench.

Whatever Keegan said next was lost when the wet flat of his tongue slid across the sensitive skin. Izzy’s moan was embarrassingly loud, and Keegan made it worse by chuckling. Ugh. Izzy pressed his face harder to his bicep, hoping to muffle any further sounds. Bad enough he’d practically begged Keegan to fuck him; he didn’t need Keegan to also know how desperate he was for it.

Izzy needed this to be faster. He reached for his wallet, then remembered his hands were a little tied up at the moment. Instead, he lifted his head enough to say, “Lube’s in my wallet.”

That got him another stinging slap to the ass—still not a punishment—then Keegan was fishing around for his wallet. “Keep trying to boss me around. I like it when I get to tell you no.”

Izzy huffed in exasperation and shuffled his feet apart as far as he could with his jeans in the way. “That’s not—” he gasped at the trickle of oil against his skin “—the deterrent you think it is.” Instead of an answer, Izzy got two fingers stretching him open, then three, before Keegan slowed. His cock was throbbing where it hung, heavy between his thighs. Keegan dipped down and gave it a few slippery tugs that threatened to send Izzy straight over the edge.

“Condom?” Keegan asked.

Izzy shook his head. He hadn’t replaced the one in his wallet since the asshole on Friday had tossed it on the floor.

Keegan’s next tug was to hair. He pulled Izzy’s head back, forcing him to arch his neck. “Where are your condoms, Isaac?” Keegan asked, voice firm and impossible to ignore.

“Upstairs,” Izzy gasped, and then on the next breath, he said, “We don’t need them. Don’t leave.”

“I’m not leaving,” Keegan said, his voice soothing but his grip tightening.

Izzy winced, then flushed. He hadn’t meant for that part to be out loud. He wasn’t some needy little sub. “I got tested yesterday,” he explained. “I do it every three months. I’m negative, on PrEP, and I have DoxyPEP.” He hesitated, swallowed, then said again, “Don’t leave.”

His back warmed as Keegan draped over him, and Izzy’s breath stuttered. “I’m negative too.” He pressed a kiss to Izzy’s shoulder blade, lined up his cock, and sank inside.

Izzy’s brain short-circuited, every thought flying from his head at the perfect, painful stretch. He wasn’t prepared enough for it to be painless, which was just the way he liked it. “Ohfuck!” he shouted, arching to get more. Deeper.

Startled movement came from one of the stalls, and Keegan slapped a hand over Izzy’s mouth, muffling his next groan. “Hush, brat,” he said, hips rocking in tiny increments as Izzy adjusted. “You’ll scare the horses.”

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