Page 35 of Justice For Me

“The boy sure can ride, can’t he?” The woman with the cowboy boots from earlier said in a husky voice. She was standing way too close, her eyes way too hungry for his boy.

Using the same words as earlier, he summed it up the best damn way possible. “I’m counting on it.”

Thirty minutes later, they were in the Hummer and headed in the direction of their temporary home. Justice’s ass was still stinging from the bull ride, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. What was troubling him was how quiet Malachi had gotten as soon as they’d climbed into the vehicle. Sure, he’d probably pushed his luck by making him buy another three candied apples and six bags of cotton candy to take home. On top of that, he’d taken the time to win Megan a big giant stuffed animal that already had a hole in one of the seams…cheap-ass carnival prizes.She would fucking love it.

While those types of things always annoyed Malachi, Mr. Do Everything by the Schedule, they’d never made him act this…weird. His fingers were gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles looked almost as white as his face had on the Tilt-A-World. Dude was definitely stoked about something. He started to panic, his wrist started tingling.

Did he do something wrong? Overstep? Maybe he’d acted too much like their night had been a date or something that put him outside of the sub role? Worries started to plague him, worries that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Nervously, he recalled every event of the night, searching for the one that had upset Malachi, but came up blank.

“Why are you staring at me?” Malachi asked, jerking him back to the present. His fingers started tapping the tattoo on his right wrist.Focus.

“Why are you mad at me? What did I do wrong?”Focus.

Malachi scowled. “Why do you think I’m mad at you?” He turned into the gated property on the lake where they were staying, waving politely toward the guard shack when the ninety year old man looked in their direction.

Focus. “Eh, because you’re gripping that steering wheel hard enough to break it in two and I’m pretty sure the steering wheel hasn’t done anything to deserve that…so it must be me.”

A soft, deadly chuckle slipped from between Malachi’s lips. He turned into the driveway and eased the gear shift into park. Turning to his pet, he said, “Oh, it is you, pet. I want to fuck you tonight. I want to fuck you so hard that every time you move tomorrow, you will be reminded who your ass belongs to. I want to fuck you until you are screaming my name loud enough to keep the neighbors up all night long.” His eyes remained locked on the pale blue orbs that were suddenly wide enough to resemble a cartoon character. “Every night in the playroom, I’ve watched you come unglued, lose control and feel nothing but pleasure from the strikes and pain my hands have given you. Tonight, I want to watch you do the same while I fuck you over and over again. I want all that, but I don’t know that you’re ready yet.”

Justice blinked slowly and took a deep breath. Those weren’t words he’d been expecting to hear, but oh how he’d wanted to hear them, waited to hear them. He was fucking terrified. He’d never wanted anything more in his entire life. This was going to hurt like a mother fucker. Would he be gay in the morning? No, he was pretty sure he would still want pussy…he just might want dick just as bad.

“Oh…okay. Sure, okay.” He sounded like an idiot, like a breathless virgin on prom fucking night. “I’m good with that.”

“Okay?”

“Eh, yea, okay.”

“Okay.”

Now they both sounded like idiots. However, the nervousness didn’t last long with Malachi.

“Okay. Get your ass out of the car and get into the house. Now.”

Justice’s legs felt like noodles when he slid out of the Hummer. All his treasures from the carnival were left behind, completely forgotten, as he walked the short path to the front door. He heard Malachi flip off the security system, so he reached for the door knob, choosing to ignore how badly his hand was shaking, and opened it up. He hadn’t taken three steps into the foyer when he heard the door slam behind him and then found himself slammed, face first, against the wall. A hard body pinned him there, breathing heavy against his neck, holding him still…

“Put your arms up for me, babe,” Malachi purred right up against his ear and then bit down hard on the earlobe, causing Justice to whimper softly.

When he raised his arms, his T-shirt was lifted and tossed aside. When he started to drop them back down, heart jackhammering straight out of his chest, Malachi whispered and told him to hold position. He felt fingertips trace a path down his spinal cord, worshipping his body in a way that sent shivers of happiness straight to his soul. The caresses stopped long enough for his belt to be released, jeans to be unfastened, and then those strong hands were tugging his pants down his legs, slowly…soft kisses and nibbles landing as soon as flesh was exposed.

Justice started fidgeting as his senses became overwhelmed. His cock was hard, dripping, and straining uncomfortably against the hard wall as Malachi tugged off his shoes and then tossed his jeans and underwear aside, leaving him completely naked. Strong hands forced his ankles wide apart and then hot lips blazed a trail upward, licking his calves, the backs of his knees, and the tender flesh right below his ass cheek…

“Beautiful, babe. You are beautiful,” Malachi murmured between licks and kisses. His hand stroked between his spread legs, cupping his nut sack and then testing that super sensitive spot between his balls and ass.

“Fuuuccckkk,” Justice wailed when Malachi’s finger teased that spot. That was a new one for him. “What the fuck was that?”

His tormentor only chuckled and blew against the sensitive spot. Next thing he knew, there was a tongue there, flicking and licking…leaving him groaning and moaning. He could hear his own ragged breathing, mixed with those damned girlie sounds he made when Malachi was playing with him, but he could also hear erotic slurping sounds coming from behind him…where a tongue was lighting him up. Those sounds, mixed with his own, were kinkier than fuck.

“Want me to stop? You know you can tell me stop at any time, right, babe?” Malachi asked, his voice even huskier than usual.

Justice bumped his head against the wall. “Fuck, Malachi. Do I sound like I want you to stop? You need to stop worrying about it. Trust me, I’ll tell you. Right now I just want you to fuck me.” Those were words he’d never thought would come out of his mouth when talking to another man, words before meeting Malachi.

“You are more fun than I deserve.”

The tongue kept working magic and Justice kept whimpering. Just when he thought he couldn’t take another second of it, the tongue slid upward, between the crease of his ass. Hands pulled his cheeks apart, spreading them wide and exposing his puckered hole, and then the tongue tickled that clenching muscle.

“Shiiitttt…d-d-don’t do that,” Justice pleaded but didn’t dare make a move that might cause Malachi to stop.

“Why not, babe? Don’t you like it?” The tongue swirled around the outside of the hole and then pushed inside, just the hot tip, but enough to cause Justice to wail. It was a pretty high-pitched wail of someone losing control.

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