After a couple of hours, we’re on our fifth or six round of drinks and dancing the night away. Listening to the music and grinding into each other to the rhythm of the beat, Ryan’s hands grip my waist while mine hold his head. Our cocks bump and grind as we kiss. His taste is delicious. Whiskey, sweetness, and something altogether Ryan . Moaning into his mouth, I bring him closer. With a thrust of my groin into his, I slide my lips over his jaw to his ear. The alcohol loosens my tongue.
“You’re so fucking sexy, boy,” I whisper.
Ryan drops his head back, offering his neck. Taking advantage, I kiss him there too before breaking away. I’m about to say I need to hit the men’s, when we’re interrupted.
“Oi!” Riley hollers, tapping my shoulder until I turn around. He grabs my hand. “I’m on a break. Dance with me!”
Chuckling, I manage to keep Ryan’s hand and place it on my hip. “Okay, for a bit.”
Riley spins around and grinds his ass into me. It’s an automatic reflex to place my hands on his waist. The way our bodies fit together is easy and comfortable. With our height difference, my chin can rest perfectly on his shoulder. With Riley in front of me and Ryan behind me, I move my hips to the beat. Ryan pulls away and stands in front of us. “What the fuck, Henry?” Fists clenched and eyes furious, the man is livid.
“What?” I ask him. “We’re dancing.”
“Yeah,” Riley says in his excited, happy tone. Completely at odds with Ryan’s mood.
I don’t say anything as Riley pulls Ryan in close to his chest. With the younger, shorter man sandwiched between us, Ryan’s hesitant and angry at first. But then his eyes take on a new resolve and it’s like he’s daring me. For what, I’m not sure. After a short moment enjoying the sensation of an ass against my cock and Ryan’s eyes on mine, he ruins it. Ryan’s eyes harden and he glares at me before he moves closer, bends down, and takes Riley’s mouth in a kiss.
I let my hands slip away from Riley and take a step back. It feels like my heart is being squeezed. He’s kissing Riley. To get a reaction from me. Not because he’s interested in the guy. He’s doing it to hurt me. Because I must’ve hurt him. When the song changes, Ryan removes himself from Riley’s mouth.
Riley turns to me with confusion and guilt in his eyes. I shake my head and kiss his cheek. “Thanks for the dance.” Spinning around, I ignore whatever they say to each other and catch the sight of my brothers. Striding over to them, I nod to the exit. “I’m going to head home.” The heat from Ryan’s body behind me has me on edge. I’m pissed. Hurt. Angry. Confused.
“Already?” Trey asks, his eyes moving back and forth between us.
Travis shrugs. “I’ve got at least another hour in me.”
“Okay.” I nod. “Well, I’ll catch you guys later, okay?”
“All right, bro.”
After giving Trey a hug and Travis a slap on the shoulder, I leave the club. Ryan says goodbye to the others and follows me. Neither of us says anything. For ten minutes, we’re silent during the ride back to my place. I don’t know where we went wrong. It started off so well between us. It was so comfortable last weekend, and now it’s as if whatever we have is spinning out of control tonight.
Ryan clears his throat. “Should I go home?”
I’m about to say yes, but something in his voice stops me. With all the confidence he’s trying to project, there’s vulnerability. Does he regret what he did? Most likely. Do I also feel bad about what happened? Yes. Maybe I shouldn’t have said yes to a dance with Riley, even if Ryan was involved. With us so new, in hindsight, it was probably a stupid move. Do I still want him to come home with me? Definitely. I like this man. I know we have our differences, and we need to figure things out, but I do like him. A lot.
I sigh and meet his eyes. “Only if you want to.”
“I want to be with you.” He slides his hand over mine. Flipping it over, I twine our fingers together. With a shuddering breath, Ryan rests his head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Henry,” he whispers.
Exhaling slowly, I lean into him. “We’ll figure it out.”
* * *
In my bedroom, I start to strip. I consider taking a shower, but the desire to reacquaint myself with Ryan is too consuming. I’m desperate for that connection; I need to know where we stand. Can we work as a couple? I don’t know. Do I want to be with him tonight and worry about everything else tomorrow? Yes. Sighing, I pull my shirt over my head and drop it carelessly to the floor. I’m facing away from Ryan, and when I turn, he’s kneeling naked on the floor.
I move closer, and he rests his forehead on my belly. “I’m sorry, Sir. Seeing you dancing with Riley made me so fucking jealous. In my head, he was offering you something I can’t. I was hurt and I... I had to make you feel hurt, too. I fucked up. I’m sorry. I like you so much, Henry. Already. There are things I want to tell you, but… can they wait until tomorrow? I just wanna be with you, Sir.”
He presses his mouth against my groin and my cock jerks. The sight of his erection makes me groan in pleasure. Perhaps he’s topping, but I will dominate him. It’s the only way this is going to work. Nudging his chin up with my knuckle, I stare into his eyes and try to make him see this. My words are a husky demand. “On the bed. Now.”
Ryan bites his lip and obeys immediately. He lowers his eyes as he waits to be told my next command. It’s the hottest thing ever. Ryan, this hot, muscular, beautiful man submitting to me. “Fuck,” I whisper, slowly stroking his legs. “You’re so beautiful when you obey me, Ryan.”
When I’m as naked as him, I climb onto the bed and straddle him. Covering his nipple with my mouth, I suck on it while my fingers play with the other before I swap. When he shudders and whispers my name, I straighten. “It’s ‘Sir,’ boy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Grip onto the rails.” Once he’s raised his hands and curled his fists around the rails, I smile. “Good boy. Keep them there. I’d use some rope, but I’ve had too much to drink.” Ryan licks his lips. “Would you like that, boy? Do you like the thought of me tying you up?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to have to think of a punishment for you. Between your silent treatment during the week and your misbehaviour tonight. Perhaps a spanking. Maybe a flogging. Something that will teach you not to ignore me. And not to kiss other men.” As our eyes meet, he apologises again. “I know you’re sorry, boy. But there will be a punishment. I’ve told you we’re exclusive, but I’m in control here. If I want to simply dance with someone else, I’m allowed to. If we’re going to work, this is how it has to be.”
Ryan nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“Again, I’m not punishing you tonight for the same reason I’m not using rope. For now, we can play, but I need to know what exactly your hard limit is.” His lips part, so I hold out my hand. “Is your hard limit my topping you? Or, is it any penetrative sex?” His brows furrow, and he thinks about it. While I let him consider my question, I let my thumb caress his hand.
Ryan clears his throat. “I don’t know. Maybe fingers are a soft limit and anything else… for now… is a hard limit?”
“Okay.” He struggles to tell me something. “What is it, boy?” I ask gently.
“I… I haven’t done anything since… so I’m not sure.”
With a nod of understanding, I tell him, “Tonight, we’re going to use red, orange, and green for safewords.”
“Okay, Sir.”
Shifting off the bed, I collect a condom and lube before returning. I kneel between his legs, encouraging him to bend his knees. With a click of the cap, I open the lube and pour it all over his cock before using my fingers to spread it around. Caressing his thighs and belly with my other hand, I tease his skin. Slowly, I move a finger down to his hole. Ryan hisses. “Remember, boy, I’m in control. But you can stop me at any point. Use your safeword if you need to. But you know something, Ryan?” His eyes find mine. “I know you can take it.”
He nods. “Yes, Sir.”
Pressing my finger inside him, I rest back on my heels and spread my thighs, making myself comfortable. I take his cock in my free hand. Stroking my digit in and out, I rub his perineum with my thumb. “Oh, God! Feels so good, Sir.” Ryan watches me finger him lazily, as though I have all the time in the world. In this moment, I do. I am his world. I decide when either of us comes; I decide if we come. As our eyes meet and I curl my finger up, I see the realisation in Ryan’s eyes. Every decision is going to be made by me. All he has to do is lie back, relax, and submit to me. My finger rubs up against his gland. “There,” he gasps.
“Feels good, boy?”
“So good, Sir.”
“I think you can take another one now.”
Ryan nods. “Yes, Sir.” His eyes beg me. “Please, Sir.”
Smiling down at the man who continues to intrigue me, I decide he needs to know I’m already pleased. “You have no idea how those words sound, coming out of your mouth.”
He smiles sweetly. “You like it, Sir?”
“I do.” My eyes hold his. “I love to hear you beg me. I love to hear you want something from me.” Adding another finger, I continue my ministrations. For a brief moment, as he watches me, there’s fear in his eyes before a spark of determination brightens them. In this instant, I know he doesn’t want to let his fear control him. He wants me to. In those chocolate eyes, the sensual heat is for me. “You please me, boy.” My eyes focus on his mouth, and I watch his lips part in pleasure. His white-knuckled fingers grasp the rails.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I know we’ll discuss it tomorrow, Ryan. But I need one thing to be clear between us. Answer me one question.”
Lowering his gaze, he nods, and whispers, “Yes, Sir.”
My eyes soften at his acceptance, and I still my fingers. “Your last Dom betrayed you.” It’s not a question, but a statement.
His answer is barely audible. “Yes, Sir.”
“Thank you, baby.” The endearment seems to shock him. I nibble on his inner thigh until he moans. “I need you to know I’ll never hurt you. If you ever safeword, I’ll stop what I’m doing immediately. Do you trust me?”
Ryan nods. “Yes.” After a moment, his eyes widen. “Sir.”
I smile. “Good. What are your safewords?”
“Green, orange, and red, Sir,” he says with more confidence. He’s missed this.
“Good boy. Now. Let’s see if you can come with only my fingers inside you.”