He reduced Trey to writhing, begging. But truth be told, he brought himself close to doing the same.
How torqued was that? Trey was the one in cuffs while he was the one who was supposed to be in control.
Tenino just about lost it when Trey willingly spread his legs, started begging to be fucked. It took heroic effort to release Trey’s cock, then his own, so he could squeeze lubricant onto his fingers.
Trey jerked when Tenino pressed lubricant-coated fingers to the tight ring of his anus. “You could have warmed the stuff up first,” he joked in an effort to hide his sudden nervousness.
“It’ll warm up soon enough,” Tenino said, eyes so fierce they reminded Trey of a bird of prey. “Bear down. Push out.”
Trey’s cheeks flamed but he complied. He moaned as Tenino breached him, opened him, stretched and prepared him, Tenino’s fingers finding a place Trey hadn’t known could be the source of so much pleasure and stroking over it until he was panting, fighting the restraints.
He almost cried out when Tenino rolled away. But his heart rate sped up as he watched Tenino put on a condom.
Nervousness dimmed the haze of passion. Trey shivered when Tenino settled on top of him, pressed a condom-encased cock head to his entrance.
His buttocks clenched protectively while his penis pulsed in eagerness, responding to the expression on Tenino’s face, the determination. “Don’t fight it,” Tenino said, his fingers going to Trey’s nipple, tightening hard enough to make Trey moan and ache for something more.
Trey forced himself to relax, to push out as Tenino pushed in. It was exquisite, nearly unbearable. Earth-shattering.
He tugged against the restraints. He used them to keep from tensing up again even as he wished his hands were free so he could spear his fingers through Tenino’s hair.
Trey shook as inch by inch Tenino slid into him, took him. Only Tenino’s hand returning to Trey’s cock, taking control of it, kept him from coming before Tenino was all the way in.
No erotic fantasy could compete with the sight of Tenino above him, his face a mask of agonized pleasure, his tanned body coated in a thin layer of sweat, straining to go slow rather than to give in to the urge to fuck.
There was no going back. No return to denial.
Trey felt disgust in himself for all the years he’d wasted. For the lie he’d lived and the dishonesty he’d brought to his relationships with women. But he didn’t wallow in self-recrimination. There was no point in it and on some level, he knew all the choices of his past had led to this moment, this man.
“Kiss me,” Trey managed, wanting the ultimate intimacy, needing it, knowing he was lost when Tenino’s lips touched his, when their tongues tangled as Tenino forged deeper and deeper.
Sensation rode Trey. Emotion consumed him. Hope overwhelmed him.
He was helpless, the handcuffs only symbolic. He wanted Tenino, now and forever.
One moan after another followed as Tenino began thrusting. Trey couldn’t have fought the pleasure even if he’d wanted to. Nothing had ever felt as good, as right as having Tenino on top of him, fucking him, finally letting him come before coming himself.
The sound of rapid breathing filled the air. Beneath it a phantom drumbeat echoed and raced in time to Trey’s heart.
He forced his eyes open and found Tenino’s face inches above his. Their gazes held as Tenino’s cock softened inside Trey, neither of them speaking, as if they both wanted to hang on to the closeness and delay the moment when their physical connection would end.
“You okay?” Tenino finally asked, his voice whisper-soft, rough-edged.
“Yeah. Better than okay.”
“Good.” Tenino dipped his head, planted a quick kiss on Trey’s lips before rolling to his feet and disposing of the condom then freeing Trey from the handcuffs.
“I need a shower,” Trey said, grinning as he sat up. “So does the sheriff know you use police-issue equipment like that?”
“I got a little carried away,” Tenino admitted, his face reddening just enough to make it totally endearing to Trey.
“Well, I won’t say anything,” Trey managed with a straight face. “But I’m thinking my silence should come at a price.”
“Oh yeah?”
The rough dark edge to Tenino’s voice had Trey’s cock stirring, ready to harden again. “Yeah. Like next time you’re in the mood to play a little bondage game, you’re the one who gets cuffed.”
White teeth flashed in a face made erotically savage by the look in Tenino’s eyes. “Any time you think you can take me down, go for it.”
Heat coursed through Trey. Images of wrestling naked, fighting for the dominant position had him taking himself in hand.
Tenino’s cock hardened in response. His hand mimicked Trey’s, slid from base to tip. Made Trey want to go down on his knees the way he’d done when they’d finished with the guns.
“I thought you were hot to get to the nearest bookstore,” Tenino said, the rough timber of his voice like a phantom hand reaching inside Trey, stroking.
It took Trey a second to remember asking where the closest bookstore was when they’d finished shooting. He circled his cock head with his thumb, rubbed over the slit, challenged. “Guess it can wait until this gets old.”
Tenino snorted, leaned down and found Trey’s testicles with his free hand, took possession and made Trey gasp as pleasure spiked through him. “You think this could ever get old?”
Trey fought the urge to flop backward, to cant his hips and spread his legs. One fuck and he already felt like an addict where Tenino was concerned.
The phone rang, saving him from himself though he shuddered, ached when Tenino’s hand left him.
“To be continued,” Tenino said, pressing a quick kiss to Trey’s lips. “That’s probably Tekoa checking to make sure everything’s okay. If we’re staying here, one of us should bring in some of the wood stacked outside so I can get the fire going in the fireplace. It’ll cut down on how long the generator has to run later to charge the batteries.”
Trey laughed but stood so he could get dressed. “One of us being the poor city slicker who you think doesn’t know how to deal with a fire in the fireplace.”
“Do you?”
“How hard can it be?” Trey said, choosing those particular words with care.
Tenino’s grin made heat flare in Trey’s chest. “Good question. We’ll have to see just how hard things can get.”
Tenino walked to the desk, totally at ease with his nakedness. Trey remained motionless, unable to look away from the firm muscles and autumn-brown skin of the man he hoped would be his first lover, and his last.
As if sensing Trey’s eyes on him, Tenino picked up the phone, turned, took himself in hand even as he spoke into the receiver, said, “Oh yeah, the schoolteacher and I are getting along just fine. Any word from the Feds?”
Trey blushed, quickly pulled on sweatpants and a shirt, then his shoes. The rumble of thunder greeted him when he stepped outside. He found the wood and gathered an armful of it, inhaled deeply, loving the smell of clean air and evergreens, damp earth and the approaching storm.
He’d spent most of his life in the city though he’d hiked in areas set aside as preserves. But compared to here, those places seemed…tame, refined, less…
Trey frowned, struggled to pinpoint the difference and found it when the low clap of distant thunder was followed by the phantom drumbeat, as if this land was so ancient and primordial it had a heartbeat, as if it was a place of magic like those captured in legends and folktales.
He’d underestimated it when he’d gotten his first look at it through the window of the police car. Now it spoke to him, called to him in a way he couldn’t ignore and didn’t want to.