Page 29 of Steel Trap
Epilogue
Hatchet tossed Smith onto the bed. “Strip, you deceitful little brat. It’s time for a reckoning.”
Smith swallowed but removed his borrowed clothing until he lay in all his pale, naked glory. His cock pointed at the ceiling, tip gleaming.
“I couldn’t tell you, Hatchet. I couldn’t tell anyone.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Hatchet slipped out of his shirt. His bootsand jeans took a bit longer because his wound was hurting. “You put your life at risk. Twice. And that wasnotendorsed by your father. You may be handing out orders but fuck, you need to learn how to take them.”
“From you, I suppose?”
“You sure are pretty when you scowl.” Hatchet grinned.
“Andyouare infuriating.” Smith began to jack his cock. Hatchet smacked his hand away.
“No startingwithout me.” He grabbed a bottle of lube. “I want you to prep yourself. Hold out your hand.” He pumped a dollop of shiny gel into Smith’s palm. Smith got onto his knees. He bit his lower lip as he pushed a slick finger into his channel. “That’s it. Get yourself good and ready for me.” Smith’s eyes gleamed. He panted, his tongue peeking from between his lips.
Hatchet wanted him bad. He gave thebase of his cock a squeeze, enjoying the ache. He wanted to climb on the bed behind Smith and mount him, but he had to be realistic. His thigh was throbbing almost as much as his cock. He satisfied himself with a couple of hard spanks to Smith’s ass. The sight of his hand prints on Smith’s otherwise pristine skin was immensely pleasing.
“You can’t do that!” Smith protested but there was littleforce behind his words.
“I can and will do whatever the hell it takes to teach you some goddam sense. Next time, I’m borrowing a paddle from Crow.”
Smith rubbed at his reddened behind. He was no less hard and Hatchet guessed he enjoyed a bit of pain with his pleasure. “Move over, gorgeous.” Hatchet lay down, relieved the weight was off his leg. “Now, show me what you can do with that smart mouthof yours.”
Smith clambered over him, straddling his thighs. He leaned forward, resting his weight on his arms.
“Hands behind your back.”
Smith stared at him and for a moment Hatchet thought he might be told to fuck off, but Smith just rolled his eyes and did as he’d been told. Seconds later Hatchet’s cock was engulfed in wet warmth.
He sucked in his breath. “Fuck!”
There was no way Smithcould take all of him but he made up for it by sucking like an industrial vacuum cleaner. If there was ever any doubt that the tongue was a muscle, Smith proved its status over and over again. Hatchet found it difficult to keep his thoughts coherent. Smith was going to suck the cum right out of him and that wasn’t what he wanted. He grabbed Smith’s cock and gave it a tug.
“Enough! Ride me. Youwanna come, you have to work for it, cos I ain’t gonna touch you. Keep your hands where they are.”
Smith scowled. He rose on his knees and waited while Hatchet gloved up and added a further slick of lube, then shuffled forward to get into position. Hatchet held his dick steady until it pressed against Smith’s entrance, then he let Smith take over. The expression on Smith’s face was pricelessas he lowered himself. His eyes widened and his lips formed an O.
“Stretches so much! You have a mutant dick, you know that?” He sank down a couple of inches. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” When his ass met Hatchet’s thighs, Smith froze. He took a few gulping breaths.
Hatchet chuckled. “Your ass is a perfect fit for my cock. It’s all warm and snug in there.” He jerked his hips. Smith moaned.
“I’m notpressing on your wound, am I?” Smith asked.
Hatchet was impressed that Smith could still think about his welfare while impaled on his dick. “There’s only one part of me that needs some relief and you’re sitting on it.”
“Way to get romantic, Nelson.” Smith lifted up a few inches then slid down. He gasped. “So full!”
“Stop talking, start riding.” Hatchet issued his challenge and Smith respondedto it. Cock bobbing, he rose and lowered himself faster and faster. His chest and firm abs gleamed. He threw his head back and moved with wild abandon. Hatchet grabbed himself a couple of handfuls of ass and gave Smith a bit of assistance.
“So full, so close!” Smith’s movements became almost frantic.
Hatchet hovered on the edge of his own orgasm, holding it at bay by strength of will alone.He wanted to see Smith come first. He didn’t have to wait long. Smith screamed his release so loud Hatchet guessed the rest of the state could hear. Smith splattered Hatchet’s chest with cum and continued to grind down on him, driving Hatchet’s cock deeper into his body. Hatchet drew what he thought might be his final breath. Smith was going to kill him with pleasure. His orgasm rolled through him.Every muscle clenched and tightened, then his body let go. Points of light scattered in front of his eyes and every nerve ignited in a tingling explosion of ecstasy. He filled the condom, wishing it was Smith’s channel he was coating with his seed.
“I don’t think I can move,” Smith muttered, falling forwards onto Hatchet’s chest.
“You stay right there, sweetheart.” Hatchet was quite happy forhis dick to remain sheathed in the tight embrace of Smith’s channel. “Right where you belong.”
