Page 51 of Outside the Lines
He opened both mouth and eyes at that. A smile formed. He was clearly enjoying the game, thinking he was clever and capable, which he was.
Simon was perfect, but I was an evil bastard at heart. I pressed a kiss to his chest, then slid down his body until I was on my knees before him. When I gazed up, I knew I’d won.
Shock, elation, and resignation on Simon’s face. Oh, he’d continue to fight, and did, as I took the head of his cock between my lips and tasted the salt in his slit. His thighs trembled when I licked his length and mouthed his balls. Little catches of breath each time I rolled a nut in my mouth. I teased his taint with my fingers and worked lips and tongue back up his length, then swallowed him as deep as I could before I drew back and took him down my throat again.
Simon moaned, low and guttural, as if I’d drawn the sound out of his soul. His fingers caught in my hair and he rocked into my mouth. “Oh fuck, Ian.”
I had him, but I’d give him this. We found a rhythm, him pressing in and me savoring the taste and texture of his dick until both of us were moaning and my scalp was tight with pain and tension from Simon gripping my hair. I’d make him pay later, but for now it was enough to hear his groans and feel the quaking in his legs as I brought him closer and closer to ecstasy. My only warning was the thickening of his dick before he was shouting out and shooting ribbons of semen down my throat. Like he had that night behind End o’ Earth, I swallowed every drop. My first and last full taste of Simon Derry.
He loosened his grip on my hair and grunted when I sucked him clean. “I’m going to pay for that, aren’t I?” He didn’t even seem mildly concerned.
Didn’t know exactly what I’d do, but yes. “Sit down on the bed.”
He did and I scooped up his clothing and tossed the bundle on a nearby chair, then stalked over to where he was sitting. “What’s the opposite of Simon says?” I nudged his knees apart and stepped in until I hovered over him.
He craned his neck back to meet my gaze. I adored the length of his body and his unashamed nakedness. “Simon does exactly asyousay?” Amusement in his voice.
I cupped his chin with one hand, and toyed with a nipple with the other. “Only you didn’t.” I pinched the nub of flesh between my fingers. Simon gave a sharp intake of breath. “Did you?”
“No,” he whispered.
I leaned down and took those lips before grinding his nipple between my fingers. Oh, how I loved the struggle and the taste of Simon. He squirmed against me, his throaty groans music as he surrendered his mouth. When I relented, he sucked in a breath and looked down, his cheeks flaming and his dick hard again. He’d grabbed hold of my shirt. I was sure that was what kept him from tumbling onto his back, especially given the way I leaned into him.
“You like pain.” At least on some level, given his reaction.
Simon wet his swollen lips with his tongue. “No, and yes.” He gazed up, his eyes wide and beautiful. “Pain and I have a complicated relationship.”
“Don’t we all.” I hadn’t let go of his chin, and stroked my thumb against his jaw. “You did say anything, once upon a time . . . that still true?”
“Wasn’t too long ago.” Simon’s smile was slight. “And yes, I meant what I said.”
That was a heap of faith to hand me. “Youhavedone this before.”
A chuckle. “Once upon a time.” The smile fell into seriousness. “I trust you, Ian.”
“How do you feel about gags?” There’d been one in their guest room drawer.
His pulse quickened under my grip and his fingers shifted against my shirt. “I have a complicated relationship with gags, too.”
Those words sent heat into my blood. “Good.” I enjoyed his obedience, his discomfort, and how he gave me his body. “Lay yourself out on the bed.”
He closed his eyes and let himself drop to the mattress. While I undressed, Simon repositioned himself neutrally on the comforter. No assumptions that I would tie him up, but none that I wouldn’t either. I stroked myself as I contemplated Simon’s limbs and his surrender. He’d loved the sash and the cuffs. I loved him in strips of leather. What to use was an easy enough decision to make. I got what I needed and returned to the bed.
He eyed the cuffs with interest, but when his gaze fell on the gag, he tensed. Not much, but it was enough to send a little bolt of desire through me.
“It has a dildo.” His voice was breathless.
I dropped the cuffs next to Simon and turned the gag over in my hands. “It does.” Not a very large one. It wasn’t meant for anal penetration, after all. The idea was to fill the mouth, not to choke the wearer—much like a ball gag, but . . . specific.
Simon swallowed.
“I want you to understand that your lovely mouth belongs to me tonight. Since I can’t fuck you in both your holes at the same time—” I held up the gag.
“Okay.” Trepidation there.
“You can say no, Si.”
Annoyance crept into his expression. “Yeah, I know. I would if I wanted to.” He paused. “I know the risks. I’m consenting.”
