That’s not what Scott wanted. The sex was…well, no offense meant to Noel, who was great, but this had been even better.
Exceptional.
As if Keith had known exactly what he’d wanted and needed.
Which, of course, he had.
“She said she’s okay if I have a relationship with someone.”
“That’s good. But I need to hear her say it. I’m not going to run around behind her back.”
“Okay.”
Keith sat up and swung a leg over Scott, grabbing him by the wrists and pinning his arms over his head.
Scott felt the slide into subspace. Another perfection. While he could manage a submissive headspace with Noel, he’d never fallen so hard or deeply into subspace as he did with Keith.
Especially so quickly.
Keith smiled as he felt Scott’s cock harden between their bodies. Keith’s was already hard.
He crushed Scott’s lips with a deep, possessive kiss that swept coherent thought from his brain. Rough stubble scraped against his flesh in a sexy way.
“We’ve got a long day and a longer night ahead of us,” Keith told him. “Let’s go grab a shower and get moving. I don’t want to waste a second of it.”
He climbed off Scott, catching his hand and pulling him up off the bed with him and leading him to the bathroom. There, Keith pulled him into his arms under the steamy spray, putting Scott’s hand on his cock while he wrapped his fingers around Scott’s.
“We can take the tension off,” he said, his other hand gripping the back of Scott’s head as he kissed him again, hard.
* * * *
Yes, he was a Dominant man and needed a submissive partner. Key word there being partner. He needed to know Scott outside the role of boy, and this morning would help with that.
Scott slowly stroked Keith’s cock while Keith stroked his, catching and swallowing Scott’s moans.
Under his fingers, Scott’s hard cock throbbed, slick, hot pre-cum leaking from his slit. It took every ounce of will Keith had not to taste it.
Yes, likely everything was fine, but he wasn’t taking any chances.
There would be plenty of time for that later.
His fingers dug into Scott’s scalp as he kissed him, sucking on his tongue, biting his lips. All the while his hand stroked harder, faster, wanting to get him over, wanting to make him moan. Scott’s hand felt like magic on his cock, perfect, stroking him as if already an expert on his body.
They came almost at the same time, both of them moaning, gasping, their hands speeding up on the other’s cock, until finally they were standing there, leaning on each other, foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath.
He felt Scott try to move, likely to drop to his knees to suck Keith’s hand clean, but Keith held him in place. “It’s okay. Not this time. We can wash our hands off.”
“I wish I could taste you.”
There weren’t many other more perfect phrases that could have slipped from the man’s mouth than that one. “I know. Let’s get a full panel of tests done first. Just to be sure.”
“What about Noel?”
Keith sensed another minefield. “Ideally, yes, she should, too. For her peace of mind, if nothing else.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since I’ve been with her. Besides you now.”
“Exactly the point,” he said, not wanting to tread into dangerous territory, not wanting to cast aspersions on the woman’s character when he didn’t even know her yet.
“I’ll talk to her.”
“Okay.” Keith finally stepped back, rinsing his hand off under the spray with a wistful tug on his heart.
Yes, he wished he could have tasted Scott, too.
There would be plenty of time for that in the future, though.
He hoped.
* * * *
Keith drove. They found a restaurant for breakfast, and after, Keith headed for the Army-Navy surplus store. By the time they returned to the resort around eleven that morning, Scott had a new pair of black tactical boots and comfy socks to go with them.
Back in the room, Keith got Scott geared up much as he had the night before, including a butt plug. This time, he also included a leather chest harness.
Meanwhile, he changed into a bathing suit and a pair of flip-flops.
He smiled at Scott. “We’re going to lounge by the pool for a while. Oh, that reminds me.” He found his bottle of suntan lotion and slathered it all over Scott. The man was pale from his hours working an office job. “Don’t want to send you back home looking like a lobster.”
He bent Scott over the edge of the bed and took several swats at his ass with the riding crop. “Well, maybe I want your ass to be red, but no one else will have to know that.”
Downstairs, he found a vacant lounger near the pool and put Scott onto his hands and knees next to it where he could rest his hand on the top of Scott’s hood. They wouldn’t spend a whole lot of time out here today, but he wanted to relax a little, and he couldn’t resist the urge to put Scott through his paces.
Not like they would have too many chances to do things like this in the near future. Well, sure, they could come up here on a weekend and do them, but this was a perfect storm of perfection for getting their freak on without it even raising an eyebrow, much less the curiosity of anyone else in the immediate vicinity.
He chatted with some friends who walked by, enjoyed the sun, and admired the curve of Scott’s back from his vantage point.
He would have been admiring Scott’s ass, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop stroking his hood and make him turn around.
The way Scott leaned his head into Keith’s touch filled him with pride and longing. And yes, Keith’s cock was already aching.
Again.
There were some fun and games of the X-rated kind being held in the shade of the main building’s patio where an outside grill had been set up for lunch. With it being close to two o’clock, Keith was getting a little hungry again.
He gently tugged on Scott’s leash to get him to sit up. “Are you hungry, boy?”
He nodded. “Yes, Sir. I could eat.”
Keith stared into Scott’s blue eyes. By now, a lot of guys would have been whining they were bored, or that they didn’t want to do this anymore. Keith had told Scott he could change positions as needed to stay basically right there, and the man had, without complaint.
That was telling.
He caught Scott’s chin and leaned in close, wrapping the leash’s chain around his other hand. “What’s going through your mind right now, boy? Honest answer.”
Scott unflinchingly met his gaze. “Nothing, Sir. I’m simply waiting for you to tell me what’s next. To follow your orders.”
He kissed Scott, deeply, tenderly. “Such a good boy,” he said.
Scott smiled, visible through the mouth opening in the hood. “Thank you, Sir.”
Chapter Nine
For lunch, Scott was content to sit in the shade at Keith’s feet while the man hand-fed him a cheeseburger and fries a bite at a time. Keith also held the straw for him as he sipped his iced tea.
Scott didn’t want to think about anything except existing in that exact moment, enjoying what was going on, simply being.
Tuning out any comments others made about him to Keith, he focused solely on the sound of Keith’s voice, one he could easily pick out of the crowd now even if his eyes were closed and he wasn’t looking at the man while he was speaking.
In between bites of food or sips of his tea, he rested his head against Keith’s leg and savored the feel of the man’s hand stroking his hooded head.
Content.
That was the best word to describe what he felt. Utterly content, more so than he could ever remember feeling before.
After lunch, they returned to the room. Keith stripped and sat on the end of the bed after rolling a condom down his shaft, holding Scott’s leash while Scott went down on the man.