Melbourne Heat (11 page)

“Don’t want to hang around for dessert?” Spencer asked.

Charles tilted his head to the side, trying—and probably failing—to look innocent. He placed his hands on the table again, away from the temptation to ramp up the plug even more. Charles longed to really show Spencer what he was capable of doing. He was certain the younger man had never had his boundaries pushed, and so didn’t know how much he could take.

“That would be up to you,” Charles replied. “While I’d love some mousse, there are other delicacies I’m equally fond of.”

“I know what you’re doing with that thing,” Spencer said.

Charles grinned and placed the last piece of steak in his mouth. He chewed happily and pushed his plate away when finished. In truth, there were a number of angles to tonight Charles had hoped to achieve, all of which were ticking along nicely. But the defiance in Spencer’s tone made him happy. He loved the backbone his partner had.

“Really? Do tell.”

Charles waited, interested in what Spencer would take from this evening of his own volition.

“You’re proving that our relationship can be kinky, but still fall within limits I’m comfortable with,” Spencer replied. Even though he hadn’t spoken loudly, he still looked around and leaned into the table before continuing. “I’m glad I took the risk, but I’m even happier that you thought enough of my comfort to show me in this way. So thank you.”

Touched, Charles couldn’t speak for a moment. He couldn’t recall any of his ex-partners thanking him for doing something he was meant and expected to do.

“Being a Dom isn’t supposed to be about flashy moves or chaining you to a cross and whipping your delicious ass in front of dozens of people,” Charles said quietly. “That certainly has its place for some, but it’s not the point. It’s about showing control and enjoying either taking it or giving it up. It’s about caring for your partner and doing something you know they’ll find pleasure in. It’s also largely about pushing both your limits and seeing where the journey can take you together. Or that’s how I have always perceived it.”

“I think that’s about my limit,” Spencer said. He raised a hand and got the waiter’s attention. The man came and collected their plates. “We’re ready for the check, please.”

Charles could hear a faint huffing as Spencer spoke. He had to force himself not to grin. They split the bill and left the restaurant.

“I’m parked just down the road,” Charles offered. “Shall we go to my place?”

“Sounds good to me,” Spencer agreed.

Charles was pleased that Spencer was happy with his suggestion. While he would have followed Spencer to his place, had the man preferred that, a part of him was eager to see how the vibrations of the car added to Spencer’s pleasure. Charles unlocked his car and opened the door.

Spencer seemed fully focused on taking his seat and getting his belt buckled. As Charles bent over to climb in the car he dipped one hand into his pocket. Turning the dial up again, he didn’t have to hide his grin as Spencer hissed out a breath.

“Careful, mate, or this will be over before we’ve had a chance to enjoy it,” Spencer said.

“I have complete faith in your control,” Charles insisted. “You’ve done amazingly well so far, so I just wanted to push you a little more.”

“I guess there are worse things than coming in your car,” Spencer replied. “But damned if I want to do it in my pants. I haven’t lost control like that since I was in my teens.”

Charles snapped his seatbelt into place and turned on the engine.

Spencer moaned and wriggled in his seat. Charles turned to watch the man, and with an enormous smile he revved the motor a few times.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Spencer bit out between clenched teeth.

Charles laughed. Checking for oncoming traffic, he pulled out of the parking spot and headed home, enjoying every moment of Spencer’s travel.

Chapter Eight

Spencer was going to explode.

Intellectually, he knew that Charles wasn’t detouring too much with the drive home, but it seemed endless. Every damn corner they turned pressed his buttocks into the seat. When they stopped at a traffic light the engine would rumble and zing through his cock and balls. Whenever they pulled away the vibrations would shoot up his thighs and directly into his ass. It was like the motor was in on a conspiracy with the butt plug, determined to drive him wild with lust.

Spencer had given up attempting to be discreet and hiding his growing arousal. He and Charles weren’t even pretending to have a rational discussion.

It was all he could do to not whimper in relief when Charles parked the car in his street.

“I can’t take much more,” Spencer warned.

“I think I know how to fix your biggest problem,” Charles reassured him.

Spencer followed as Charles quickly led him up to the front door. Even the keys jangling sent shivers through Spencer’s body. He was strung tight, desperate for release. When Charles pushed open the door, Spencer couldn’t wait. He rushed inside and instantly dropped his backpack beside the door. Spencer took two steps and started to unbuckle his pants. He heard the wooden door slam shut behind him. With his pants open he walked backward, unresisting, as Charles led him into the living room.

When his legs hit the back of the couch, Spencer wobbled, uncertain how long he could remain standing. His cock pulsed, thicker and harder than he could recall ever being. He’d been pushed to the limit.

Charles knelt before him and pulled down his pants and boxers.

“Please,” Spencer cried out. “Please don’t make me wait. I need it.”

Spencer watched as Charles opened his mouth and sucked down the head of his dick. Gasping, Spencer struggled to keep his eyes open. He instinctively wanted to close them, to relish every moment, but he craved to watch this more.

Wet heat encompassed him. Spencer cried out when Charles flicked his tongue out and stroked down his length. Each inch of his cock was sensitized, crying out for relief.

Bobbing his head, Charles sucked on him hard.

The pressure built and Spencer knew it wouldn’t take much more for him to come. He was already on the knife-edge.

“I’m close,” he moaned. “So close. Please. Please, please, please.”

Incoherent with need, Spencer could only thrust his hips up to plunge his cock deeper. He reached down blindly then groaned again as he twined his fingers through Charles’ hair. When Charles didn’t grunt or stop him, Spencer eagerly pumped himself harder down Charles’ throat. Fucking himself, he took his pleasure.

Heart pounding, Spencer felt dizzy with the control he had in that brief, shining moment. Nothing else mattered. His ass almost sang a tune, it buzzed so deliciously. His cock was wet and being sucked by a pro. Spencer felt shivers race along his skin and his balls lifted as he felt the detonation about to burst.

Keeping his eyes wide open, he watched, enthralled, as his climax exploded. Screaming out, he jerked forward, slamming his cock into Charles’ willing body. Spencer’s cries were cut off as he lost the ability to breathe. The only thing he could do was ride through the rippling waves of orgasm, drowning in a sea of blissful release.

Charles swallowed down his seed, and when he pressed his tongue into the slit of his cock, Spencer shouted again. He was incredibly sensitive and the roughness added to his arousal. Flagging but not soft, Spencer had to remind himself to loosen his grip against Charles’ scalp.

“Damn,” he panted, “I’m sorry. I didn’t go too far and hurt you, did I?”

Charles pulled his head up and licked his lips. “That’s usually my question. Can’t remember the last time I was on the receiving end of it.”

Spencer widened his eyes as Charles stood. Electric attraction zinged through Spencer. Charles looked mussed and delicious, wild with wanting. Spencer realized he’d been so focused on his own need for the last half hour or so it hadn’t even struck him how much Charles had been turned on watching him lose control and fight against it.

Charles started to undress.

Hastily, Spencer followed suit. He groaned as he bent over to unlace his shoes. The deep angle pressed the toy right up against his prostate. Spencer’s dick twitched, half-hard. Astonished at how shaky his hands were, Spencer had only managed to get his shoes and socks off by the time Charles was naked.

“Need a hand?” Charles placed his hands on Spencer’s hips and turned him around. Spencer could only gulp as Charles quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Shucking his pants and boxers, Spencer finally was naked. Charles fisted Spencer’s cock and his vision blurred.

“I need you right now,” Charles murmured against his neck. “Watching you throughout dinner was a pleasure. But sucking you off has given me a real taste for you, Spencer. Bend over, grab the edge of the coffee table.”

Unable to do anything but comply, Spencer spread his legs wide open and bent over at the waist. He reached out and grabbed the edge of the glass-topped table. When Charles didn’t immediately touch him and Spencer heard a jangle, he turned around. Digging into the pocket of his trousers, Charles then withdrew a foil package. A crackling sound filled the air and Charles sheathed himself.

“Do you want me to duck into the bedroom and grab some lube?” Charles asked.

Spencer shifted from foot to foot. His ass was so sensitive he knew the moment Charles penetrated him he’d come. He craved his partner’s touch, to be possessed body and soul. A bit of pain would be welcome right now, a sharp edge to cut against the overwhelming pleasure that was driving him mental.

The tip of his cock was slick with a mingling of Charles’ saliva and his own pre-cum.

“I can’t last very long,” Spencer whimpered.

“Spread your legs wider,” Charles said.

Spencer obeyed. He gasped as Charles pried apart his buttocks. Spencer hadn’t known he’d been clenching them until that moment. He groaned as Charles manipulated the plug, jerking it in and out just a tiny amount. Even though he hardly moved it at all, the friction in his ass caused sparks to fly around his body. Spencer threw his head back, feeling himself climb back up that cliff to ecstasy.

“More, oh, please, more,” he pleaded.

Charles continued to thrust the plug in longer swipes, angling it upward to press back against the thin lining of his anus. Spencer shook as he felt a fist close over the head of his cock. Charles swiped his fingers out, gliding slickly over his tip and collecting his juice. There was a moment’s pause and Spencer dipped his head low and looked behind him. He saw Charles smoothing the liquid over his cock head.

In a motion too fast for him to fully recognize, Charles withdrew the butt plug and dropped it to the ground. A second later, before he could feel too empty, Spencer’s ass was again full, this time split wide by the girth of Charles’ delicious cock.

Spencer cried out incoherently. The pressure was intense and the pain sharp, but it was still amazing to be so fully possessed. Charles moved so slowly inside him Spencer wanted to push himself back. The sting kept him from doing it and he didn’t have enough breath to urge him to go faster.

Bit by bit Charles crept deeper inside his ass.

Spencer heaved a sigh of relief when he felt Charles’ balls slap lightly against the back of his thighs.

“This hurts but damn it feels so good,” Spencer moaned.

“We’ve barely begun,” Charles promised.

Spencer could hear the darkness in Charles’ tone and his blood pumped faster. His cock stood at attention, demanding once again. Spencer reached a hand down and cupped himself. Part of him longed to ask Charles to pound into him, to fuck him like a wild thing, but Charles seemed determined to enjoy every single inch and go at his own pace.

As Charles withdrew once more, Spencer stroked himself, trying to keep time with his partner. His hips began to buck, though, and he knew control would not be his strong suit tonight. Even after coming once, he could feel his balls ache with the need to climax again.

“Harder,” Spencer panted. “Please, fuck me. Make me burn.”

“Spence,” Charles moaned.

He pressed back in and Spencer could swear he felt the length penetrate up his spine. Spencer’s throat closed off and he felt like an iron poker plunged in him. When Charles started to withdraw again Spencer had to cling to the edges of the coffee table. He craved to reach behind him and grab Charles’ hips, force him to stay locked inside his ass.

“I don’t care if it hurts, or if I’m raw and bleeding when you’re done. I need to feel you now. I want you to take your pleasure. Fuck me hard, Charles. Do it.”

As if something inside him snapped, Charles grunted and pounded back into Spencer’s ass, ramming him just like he’d asked. Fingernails dug into his hips and the small pain had Spencer clenching his buttocks. This only increased the friction as Charles reamed him.

It all bubbled together and felt amazing.

Spencer widened his legs until they shook, threatening to collapse beneath him. He arched his spine and thrust his bum into the air, pleading silently for more.

Charles gave it to him.

Pumping now in a steady rhythm, Charles jerked his hips.

Spencer felt sweat bead his body as he was deliciously used. He tilted his head to the side and looked up. Charles’ face was flushed, his hair a mess, sticking up all over the place. Dark eyes burned with fierce need and a slightly wild element. Spencer could tell Charles was on the edge.

This time, when Charles threw his head back, Spencer continued to watch him pound through his orgasm. Spencer stroked his cock faster, keeping in time with Charles. He held off, though, as Charles thrust over and over, emptying his balls and claiming Spencer’s ass. Charles roared and Spencer could see a slight flickering as the beast inside him tried to claw his way free. Charles kept in control, though, and the wolf remained contained.

The second Charles drew a breath, replete, Spencer let himself go. Coming just as hard the second time as the first, he shot hot jets of seed, groaning as his body pistoned. His legs wobbled, and had Charles not wrapped an arm around his waist he would have fallen to the floor. Charles helped support his weight and they fell back onto the couch, spooned together.