Beyond the Edge (15 page)

We got a booth in the very back of the dimly lit, beautifully decorated restaurant. Sebastian looked around at the fanciful Eastern decor and smiled widely. “This place is gorgeous.”

“I know. And the food is unbelievable. Prepare to be gobsmacked.”

He laughed quietly. “Can one actually prepare for that?”

“Probably not.” I grinned. “Look, do you mind if I order for you? Is there anything you don't want?”

He stared at me meaningfully, with his lip quirked up and heat in his gaze. “There's nothing I don't want.”

I cleared my throat as my cock twitched in my pants.
Holy hell.
Luckily the waitress came over just then or I might have bent him over the table.

“Hello. Welcome to Sweet Basil. Would you like a drink to start?”

“Just water for myself,” I said, looking at Sebastian. “I'm driving, so have a drink if you want.”

“I'll just have a coke,” he said.

When the waitress had gone he said, “I don't actually drink. Alcohol.” He seemed embarrassed.

“Okay. That's cool. Can I ask why?”

His face reddened. “My dad has issues with the stuff.”

“Okay.”

“And I just, don't want to risk… having issues myself. And I don't really like the taste of most of it anyway.”

“Fair enough. I'm not a big drinker either. I don't know if I could completely give it up. I like wine sometimes.”

He nodded. “I don't dance either.”

“Huh?”

He laughed. “But that's only because I suck at it.”

I looked at him, sizing him up. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Believe me.”

“I may have to see it to believe it.”

“No way.”

“Hm, we'll see.”

“Tate, I'm not embarrassing myself in front of you.”

I laughed then, real hard and leaned close, whispering in his ear. “I've given you two enemas and fucked you in front of another man. And you're worried about dancing?”

His breathing quickened and he put his forehead on my shoulder. “Tate, don't…”

“I'm sorry.” I went to move away but he grabbed my shirt, keeping me close, his mouth suddenly at my ear.

“I'm so hard right now. And you're making it worse.”

My own cock throbbed at this admission.
Goddammit.
We had an amazing meal to get through here.

“I won’t say another word, Sebastian. Let’s just order and eat.”

He nodded.

We had spring rolls and the coconut soup, then curried noodles, pad thai, and mango ice cream for dessert. It cost me eighty bucks but I didn’t mind because the look on Sebastian’s face as he tried each dish made it worth every penny.

I paid the bill, not letting Sebastian even look at it. We walked back to my car. As we settled ourselves in the front seats, I turned to Sebastian. “So what now? Do you want to come back to my place?”

He stared at me, his blue eyes filled with desire. Then he nodded, licking his lips.

My hand shook as I turned the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life.

§ § §

By the time we got to my apartment I had a rock solid erection just from imagining what I would do to him when I got him inside. I’d cleaned and vacuumed every damned surface yesterday so he wouldn't think I was a slob. I didn't think of slob as an accurate description of me, but sometimes the apartment did get a bit out of control.

I keyed us in and locked the door behind us. “So. This is my humble abode.”

When he bent to untie his boots I couldn't help ogling that gorgeous ass. “You live here by yourself?” he asked.

I took off my jacket, kicked off my boots, and flicked on a couple more lights. “Yeah. I'm pretty picky when it comes to roommates. I like my privacy.”

He came into the living room and walked over to my bookshelf. “Wow.” He glanced at me. “You read a lot.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

I watched him look through my books. He chuckled suddenly, pulling one out.

“What?” I walked over, wondering what he found so amusing.

He held it up to me. “Really?” he asked.

The book was called “
Male Chastity—A Guide for Keyholders
.”

I blushed, taking it from him. “Yeah, so?”

“Planning on putting someone in chastity in the near future?” he teased.

“I am now.” I stared at him with obvious intent.

“No way, Tate. If anyone's gonna put me in chastity it's gonna be James.”

“You'll probably get your wish on our next visit.” I went over to the couch and sat down, leafing through the book. “Have you ever been in chastity, Sebastian?”

He came over and sat beside me. “No.”

“Do you even know what it's all about?”

“Well…not being able to get hard, right? Not having much fun. Being punished?”

I laughed and put my arm over his shoulders. “Oh, my dear, dear boy,” I murmured, staring into his innocent gaze. “You have so much to learn.”

I threw the book onto the coffee table and grabbed Sebastian's shirt in my hands, pulling him toward me and finding his willing lips in moments. We kissed like we had the first time, desperate and deep and eager. But this time, there was no Dom urging us on or about to tell us to stop. And even though that had been very, very exciting, this was better.

I pulled his t-shirt free of his pants and slid my hand underneath, feeling the smooth warm flesh of his abdomen. He sighed, grabbing the hem of his shirt, breaking free from my mouth in order to pull it up and over his head. He tossed it to the floor and pushed me back on the couch, finding my mouth again and kissing me hard.
Whoa, boy…
Suddenly, shy Sebastian took control. And I liked it.

I lay back against the arm of the sofa, my hands winding through his mop of blond hair, tugging it and scratching his scalp gently. He groaned. He kissed me deeper, his tongue jabbing and fucking my eager mouth.

My cock felt like granite pressing against him. I was sure he could feel it as I could feel his. We rutted against each other and kissed like schoolboys on my living room couch.

Finally, I pulled away, begging him, “Let's go to the bedroom…I want to fuck you so bad…”

He groaned and let me up. I grabbed his wrist, pulling him to my room, practically throwing him onto the bed. He laughed but then I was on him. I held his wrists down on either side of his head and kissed him soundly, rubbing my hard cock against his, making him moan and cuss.

“Oh…fuck…Tate…
fuck!”
He writhed beneath me as I sat back and went to work on his pants.

“These are some pretty hot leather pants, Sebastian,” I murmured as I undid them. There was no other layer between me and his naked flesh so I pulled his hard cock free, hissing through my teeth. “Jesus, you're hung, aren't you? You're almost as big as James…and way more beautiful…” I ran my hand slowly along his length, delighting in the smooth texture, the hardness and the heat of it.

He moaned, gazing up at me, his hands still up beside his head, fists clenched.

I moved backwards down his body, taking him in my mouth.

“Oh…Tate…oh…”

I looked up to see his eyes closed and his mouth open, his head arched back. He pushed up into my mouth desperately.

I clasped his hips, holding him down, working him at my own pace. He tasted delicious—his skin flawless and silky, his dick hard as iron.

I wrapped my hand around its base and moved my head up and down, up and down.

“Oh my God…oh my God…” he murmured. I glanced up at him again and our eyes met this time. A wave of pleasure tore through me as I rubbed my own erection against his leg. His arms stretched up above him, his hands clasping together, his fingers twining and pulling as I sucked him. Then his hands came down to rest lightly on my head. “Oh fuck…don't stop…”

I laughed, pulling off for a second. “Why would I stop, gorgeous?” Then I got back to work. After about five more minutes I had him right on the edge and at my mercy. But I wouldn't let him come yet. Not like this.

I sat up, wiping my chin, watching as he thrust at empty air and listening as he begged me.

“Tate…fuck…I'm so close…oh my God…I love having your mouth on me…”

I pulled his pants down and off him, making quick work of my own. “Yeah…well, I'm pretty sure you'll love having my cock in your ass just as much…maybe more…” I grabbed the lube from my bedside table. “Roll over.”

He rolled over and presented his sweet ass to me, spreading his legs and lifting up slightly. I slapped his bottom. “Slut. So eager for it, aren't you…”

“Yeah…I want you to fuck me again, Tate. I've wanted it since that first time…”

I lubed myself up while I remembered fucking him in James' bedroom. I wanted to fuck him again too, so badly.

“I know, baby, I know…me too…” I spread his sweet cheeks and lubed him up real good, using my fingers and making him moan and beg me for it.

Finally, I lined up my dick and pushed in. He opened for me effortlessly and in moments I was seated fully inside him. It felt so fucking good.

“Oh, baby, I'm all the way inside you…you feel incredible…so tight…so warm…”

He moaned and whimpered, clutching the bedspread, twisting it in closed fists. I leaned down, tracing kisses along his shoulders and back, while I stayed in place, filling him and knowing how good he felt.

He moaned and bucked up against me. I knew he wanted me to move, but I wouldn't. My cock throbbed and twitched in his warm passage, and I closed my eyes at the intense pleasure of it. I wanted to move too but I enjoyed delaying my own pleasure and teasing him.

“Tate…” he moaned. “Please…” He writhed underneath me but I stayed tight to him.

“What, sweetheart?” I asked breathlessly, like I didn't realize he was begging me to fuck him properly.

He whimpered. “Fuck me…please…”

“But it feels so good just like this. I love filling you all up with my big cock. Don't you like it?”

“Yes…”

I couldn't hold off much longer, I'd have to move soon. But I let the anticipation send another wave of pleasure along my buried shaft, moaning in response.

“I like it too…so so much…but now I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby…”

“Yes!” he gasped. “Do it!”

I chuckled at his eagerness and started to rock against him, creating just the slightest bit of friction to drive us both crazy.

Sebastian whimpered in frustration and pleasure as I moved gently against him. “Oh…
fuck!
” His hand snaked beneath him to wrap around his cock. “Oh…yeah…”

I moved a bit faster, my hands braced on either side of him. He looked so damn good underneath me, the skin of his back starting to bead with sweat from the tension.
Just wait, baby, just wait, I am gonna make you feel so fucking good…

I started rocking harder against him, fucking him steadily but still gently. This felt just as good as I’d imagined it would, from the first moment I’d laid eyes on the boy. I’d wanted to fuck him on my terms and my way and now I did just that. And it was Heaven. He was beautiful and he was so sweet and he was mine, at least for the moment.

“Please fuck me harder…please fuck me harder…” He moaned through clenched teeth as he stroked his pretty cock.

I pulled almost all the way out, just keeping the head of my swollen cock inside him. “Ready?” I gasped.

“Yes!” he groaned.

I slammed into him all the way, pushing him forward while he cried out in surprise and pleasure.

“Oh fuck yes!” he yelled.

I did it again and again and again, changing my angle slightly until I rubbed over his sweet spot with each pass.

He didn't seem able to form words at that point, emitting glorious sounds of intense pleasure as I fucked him harder and harder. Finally, he hollered and I felt his ass clench around my cock. I glanced down, seeing his arm slow the strokes on his cock as he shot streams of his sweet juice onto my bedspread. At the thought, my own climax hit and I groaned loudly, my rhythm faltering as I unloaded into him.

We collapsed in a heap on my bed, gasping for air and it was almost a minute before I could even move. I pulled out and snuggled up beside him, gathering his relaxed form against my body, kissing him all over his smiling face.

“I'm taking you dancing on Saturday,” I said.

He opened his eyes, gazing up at me. They were filled with satisfaction, awe, and who knew what else. “I'll do whatever you want, Tate. Whatever you want, if you'll do that again sometime.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

Experiments in Ecstasy

I’d agreed to meet my friends at The Flamingo, a gay friendly dance bar that happened to be close to Sebastian's apartment. I was looking forward to seeing my gang and introducing them to my blond-haired, blue-eyed boy. They'd be green with envy, especially when they heard that he'd been with me this past weekend.

I'd invited Sebastian to come to my place for supper before we went out, since I loved to cook and wanted to show off my culinary skills. I had offered to pick him up but he said he didn't mind taking the bus.

I made a black bean chili with onions, cilantro and tortilla chips as garnish, homemade rolls for dipping, and a coffeecake for dessert. Yeah, I was a regular Martha Stewart. I'd also changed my clothes three times and fussed over what music to put on the CD player. Really, if I didn't know better, I'd think I was actually a girl.

By the time the anticipated buzz announced his arrival downstairs I had selected an album by Erasure and given up on my appearance, hoping for the best.

Once I'd buzzed him in I checked my hair in the mirror. Brown and messy, but clean and shiny. Hopefully it would do. I ran my hand through it a couple of times and went to check the chili.

When his knock sounded I shouted, “Come on in!” as I stirred the savory mass and checked on the rolls. They were almost done.

I heard the door open and stood up to see him enter my apartment. Once again, he took my breath away. He wore the same leather pants and a white button-up shirt this time. He looked so extremely fuckable.

“Wow, it smells great in here!” he said, bending to remove his boots.

Jesus, that ass. My dick hardened at the sound of his voice and the perfect bottom on display beneath smooth brown leather. I wanted to smack it, to make him yelp, but I restrained myself and offered him a drink instead.