Page 9 of Steel Trap
“Why?”
“Stubborn little fuck. Because I’m gonna suck you so hard your knees will give way and I don’t want you damaging your ass by falling on it. I have plans for it and any bruises are gonna come from me.”
Smith’s breath hitched. He collapsed ontothe mattress, spreading his legs wide. “Don’t think you’re always going to get your own way.”
“Stop talking, Smith.” Hatchet dropped to his knees between Smith’s parted thighs. “Start moaning.” He buried his face in Smith’s crotch, breathing in the scent of…strawberries. Smith smelled of summer, balmy air and a fucking fruit salad. Hatchet wondered if he’d taste as sweet. Smith’s cock wasn’tperfectly straight. Hatchet ran his tongue along the curve before probing Smith’s leaking slit. He hummed his pleasure and took Smith’s weighty shaft into his mouth, knowing Smith would feel the vibrations. Hatchet sucked, long and slow, his intention to torment. Going by the sweet whimpers coming from Smith’s mouth, his tactics were working. He took his time, learning every ridge, every dimple ofSmith’s length. He discovered the most sensitive spots, one just below the head, and the other at Smith’s root. Both places made Smith gasp. Hatchet pulled off so he could mouth Smith’s balls—which were taut and heavy in their smooth, hairless sacs. Heat bathed Hatchet’s tongue and lips. Smith was on the verge of boiling over so Hatchet pulled away. Smith’s expression was perfect and Hatchet wantedto seal it into his memory. Smith’s wet lips were parted, the tip of his pink tongue just poking between them. His eyes sparkled despite the slight lines of tension around them.
“Don’t stop!”
“You don’t get to come until you’re impaled on my dick. But keep begging, I like it.” Hatchet stood. He gave Smith a firm shove so he collapsed onto the bed with a slight bounce.
“Hey! You arrogant, bull-headed…”
Smith’s indignation gave Hatchet a happy buzz. He unzipped his leathers and Smith’s tirade immediately ceased. When he yanked them down, Smith’s jaw dropped.
“Oh, fuck me…I thought my memory was playing tricks on me, but it wasn’t.”
Hatchet was proud of his equipment, but it tended to give his bedmates pause for thought. Smith gulped.
“That’s, that’s…you’re not coming near me with that thing!”
“Okay.” Hatchet shrugged then bent to pull up his pants.
“What are you doing?” Smith yelled.
“I ain’t in the business of going where I’m not wanted.” Hatchet hid a grin.
“Leave and I shoot you.”
“Do you even own a gun?” Hatchet kicked his clothing away. He stalked over to the bed.
“I…” Smith’s line of sight was fixed on Hatchet’s straining cock.
“Never mind. Shift your ass up the bed. Ineed room to work here. Where are your supplies?”
Smith pointed at the bedside table with a shaking finger. Hatchet yanked open a drawer to find an unopened pump dispenser of lube and a strip of condoms. “These better be Magnums.”
“Oh, God.”
“Praying ain’t gonna help you, Smith. Your ass was made to take my dick. I’m gonna take good care of you.” Hatchet straddled Smith’s slender thighs. Hetrailed his finger from knee to groin, enjoying the muscle tremble he generated. “You and me are gonna have some fun now and when we’re done, you’ll never want anyone else.” Hatchet gave Smith’s dick a tap. “Turn over and get your ass in the air.”
Smith growled but turned over. Hatch couldn’t resist giving Smith’s butt a couple of smacks.
“Hey—cut that out!”
“Just warming you up for the mainevent.” Hatchet slathered two fingers with lube. Smith’s entrance was a tiny pink rosebud. He gave it a quick lick, laughing when Smith squealed. While Smith was distracted, Hatchet pushed two slick fingers into his channel. Smith rested his head on his arms and panted.
“Too much? Fuck, are you a virgin?” Hatchet checked.
“No, I’m not! More.”
“I like your spirit.” Hatchet added a third fingerthen set them dancing. Smith’s channel fought him, gripping hard. “Feisty little bastard, aren’t you?” Hatch thrust his fingers in and out. “Think I could get my whole fist up here?”
“Nng.”
“Another time.” He was done with the teasing. His dick ached for the warm confines of Smith’s ass, which was tight enough to be virginal. Hatchet removed his fingers, ignored Smith’s curses and gloved up.Applying lube almost made him come. He squeezed the base of his cock hard enough to hurt.
“What the fuck are you doing, Hatchet? Tapping a rubber tree to make the latex?”
