Page 43 of Naughty Dreams
Roy slid his other arm around DJ’s back, stroking the valley of his spine, pushing his thumb into the dip between his buttocks under the belt. He thought about DJ on his knees in this tiny space, and feeding his cock between the talented lips. But it wasn’t time for that.
Instead, he backed off enough to grip DJ’s arm and turn him toward the wall. “Palms flat, arms out to the side.”
He put his teeth to the back of his neck and ran his hands down DJ’s sides and strong arms, learning him. When he cupped his ass in both hands and squeezed, hard, he earned a gasp and brought him up to his toes. “The mark I left on your ass. Did you like looking at it?”
“Only the first thousand times.”
Roy pressed himself against the lower curve of that narrow, marked ass. DJ suppressed a moan.
“How long’s it been since a man had you?”
“A while.” DJ tilted his head down, lashes fanning his cheeks. “The last one…he just wanted me to blow him.”
From the murky emotions in DJ’s voice, Roy deduced he was talking about the experience with the other Dom. His grip tightened on him. “Whatever happens with us, Dory, I can promise you one thing. If ever I put you on your knees to suck my cock, it will be an act of service that feels good to you. Something you want to give, not something I’m taking. The motive behind me taking control always,alwaysprioritizes what my submissive needs. A good Master learns what that is, uncolored by his own bullshit.”
He would cherish his submission, explore it with him. Find pleasure in it together. He slid an arm around DJ’s waist and pressed himself fully against him. Chest, erection, thighs.
“I will never, ever, treat you as less than myself.”
A shuddering breath from DJ pushed everything even closer to Roy’s body. It felt damn good, far better than it should have. That stupid “coming home” thing that romantics talked about.
Except that tiny, relieved sigh said DJ felt it too. Not just delusion goaded by hormones.
Okay, fine. It might be the biggest rationalization in the history of bad decisions, but if this really was what the Powers-That-Be wanted, Roy would go down the road. He’d believe in it.
Roy explored his chest with one hand, the other remaining at DJ’s hip, his thumb under his waistband. He teased both nipples, and when he flicked one sharply with his nail, DJ’s hips jerked against his. “Oh, God,” DJ murmured. “Hell…”
Roy put the heel of his other hand against DJ’s cock and stroked the full, rigid length. “So…the bisexual thing. That’s true.”
"I like pussy and cock.” DJ’s voice was thick. “Our dicks aren't that picky, are they? Man, woman…that fetching goat I saw in Greece. I couldn't get her consent, so the hook up was a non-starter."
"Idiot."
DJ laughed and pressed his forehead against the wall. “You…you’re not bisexual.”
“No. Been all about the boys since I knew what my dick was for.” Roy slid his hand away from DJ’s cock and then held him flat to the wall, letting him feel the demand of his cock against his ass as he covered his hands with his. “You want me inside you, right here, don’t you?”
DJ nodded. “Yes. Yes, Sir.”
“You know hearing you call me Sir makes me want to do it even more.” Roy did a little extra push with his hips and won another pleading moan from DJ’s melodic voice.
“Not manipulation. I just like calling you Sir. But decent perk.”
Kid just couldn’t help his mouth. Roy stroked it with one hand, then moved to DJ’s throat. “How do you want to decompress after a show, Dory? Get someone to blow you, bury yourself in a willing pussy? Go work out? Meditate? Watch cartoons?”
As Roy ticked off each option, he was rubbing himself against DJ’s ass, slow strokes of his cock against the tight buttocks. The way he used his strength and greater mass to hold him against the wall, DJ got the message and didn’t move, though his body was an electric wire quivering with the desire to do so.
He also recognized that Roy wasn’t looking for an answer. Not from him. When Roy tightened his hand around his throat, a sound of need vibrated against his palm.
“How about serving a Master?” Roy asked.
“Ding, ding, ding.” DJ’s breath whistled through taut lips. “Never…done it, but that would be my top choice.”
Roy was amused by the sound effect, but the truthful response that followed it hit him in a more serious place. “All right then. When you get back to your hotel tonight, get in theshower. Loosen up those muscles and clean yourself up. Then I want you in your bed. I’ll come to you.”
“How?” DJ swallowed. “I mean, how do you want me there? Wearing what, in what position?”
“Tell me how you’ve imagined it.”
