Stealing West (9 page)

He wanted to mark him. He wanted to tie him to the bed and pound into his ass again. He wanted to lick his freshly cleaned skin. He even wanted to fit his palm over Leon's throat again, but he didn't want anything to hurt Leon.

His body throbbed by the time he dipped the blade in the bath to rinse away the last of the lather. When he scooped the water up and washed away the few flecks of soap remaining on Leon's jaw and neck, Leon finally opened his eyes to gaze up at him.

“Are you going to get in the bath, too? Because I can shave you if you want me to, sir.”

“No.” Thomas cupped his hands and poured water over Leon's head. He just needed to wash his hair, and then he could get Leon out of the cooling water. “I'll get cleaned up later.”

“But the water will be cold.”

“I know.” Thomas gripped Leon's jaw and forced his head back, using nearly enough force to add fresh bruises to his skin. “Don't worry about it. I'm going to wash your hair.”

The next time Leon blinked, his pupils had swallowed the irises, glittering with desire. His breathing was quicker as well, but he didn't struggle against the continued wetting or the rough rub of soap over his scalp. Thomas worked his fingers into the roots, squeezing and scratching with every massage. The heat and moisture reminded him of the sticky come flowing over his hand when he'd jerked Leon off earlier. Now that they had an understanding, he'd feel free to have Leon lick him clean the next time.

By the time he rinsed Leon's hair, his cock was wet with pre-come and his breathing was labored. A part of him wanted to grab Leon by the shoulders, lift him from the tub, and fuck him right there on the floor. But he still mostly wanted to get Leon to the bed, to see the rope biting into his clean skin, leaving him helpless and slick on the mattress.

“Stand up.” His voice was hoarse, the words rougher than they should have been.

Water dripped down Leon's back, sculpting over his backside, as he obeyed. Thomas couldn't take his eyes off the taut, wet flesh, and he reached out to knead the nearest cheek.

Leon immediately spread his legs, his balls visible through his thighs. “Oh, now, I've been waiting for that all day,” he murmured.

Thomas scraped his teeth down the curve of his ass, not quite biting him. His skin was warm from the water, and the drops clung to Thomas's lips as he brushed his mouth across the top of Leon's thigh. He cupped Leon's balls, squeezing them with each flick of his tongue over the taut skin. He imagined how that taut skin would look all warm and flushed from Thomas's palm.

“Leon ... go to the bed...”

He hadn't seen the man move that fast since chasing after him in the valley. It was hard not to smile when he sprawled facedown on the blankets, his head turned in order to grin back at Thomas.

“I'm going to have to chew on the pillow in order not to scream,” Leon said. “You haven't been able to fuck me yet where that didn't happen, sir.”

“You're not going to chew on the pillow.” His hand hovered Leon's ass for a moment before he pushed on his hip. “Turn around. I want you on your back.”

Confusion returned in his face, but again, Leon did as he was told. Pre-come dripped from the tip of his cock, shinier than the water that still rolled down his side, but it was the way he fidgeted that captured Thomas's attention. He didn't know what to do with his arms. He kept shifting against the mattress, his eyes never leaving Thomas.

“Now what?” he asked.

Thomas moved away from the bed long enough to finish undressing and grab the length of rope from his saddlebags. It wasn't enough to tie all four limbs, but he could secure both of Leon's hands to the bed, or just bind them behind his back again. After a brief moment of consideration, he straddled Leon's ribs and reached for his wrists. He pulled them both above his head and circled them with the rope until they were tightly bound to the headboard.

Once he had Leon secured, he trailed his fingers over the smooth jaw. He looked younger without his beard. He drew his thumb across Leon's full lips and wished it was the tip of his cock.

“I'm not going to keep you tied up anymore. Not when we're traveling, at any rate.”

The moment his arms were immobile, Leon relaxed and his smile returned. “I'll miss riding behind you, though. I always wondered if you could tell how hard I was.”

“I could tell.” He ran his palms up Leon's arms, collecting drops of water as he did. Once his fingers met the rope, he gripped his arms and moved higher up his chest. His cock brushed against Leon's chin, so close to his hot mouth that it sent a shiver down Thomas's spine. “Just remember if you try to run, I'll chase you right into the ground.”

“Promises, promises...” Leon murmured, but his attention was locked on the thick length just scant inches from his lips.

As Thomas rocked slightly side to side, it ran the tip over the freshly shaved skin, and Leon began to follow, his tongue darting past his parted lips in an attempt to taste him. Each hot breath came even quicker, tickling across his balls. It didn't matter how many times he felt the suction around his cock. Thomas craved it more every instance he saw Leon's full mouth.

“Are we done talking?” Leon paused in his chase to look at him with lust-filled eyes. “Or is there more you wanted to tell me, sir?”

Thomas thought there was probably a lot left to say, but he didn't think either one of them cared to prolong the inevitable. If there was anything else left to say, it could wait until the next morning.

“We're done talking,” Thomas murmured, letting Leon catch the crown with his lips. He shuddered as Leon's tongue glanced across the tip, lingering on the pre-come gathered at the slit.

Now that he had what he wanted, Leon didn't seem in a hurry to take any more into his mouth. He tightened the seal behind the head, pushing back the foreskin in order to lick over every inch of exposed skin. His cheeks hollowed from how tightly he sucked, tight enough that Thomas almost thought the man would drive him to explode without ever taking more into his mouth.

But then he did. Just another inch. And it was better than he remembered.

Thomas didn't want this to end too quickly, but he couldn't remember the last time he had been this wound up. Probably never. Not even his previous experiences with Leon could compare. Before he had been hungry for Leon's body and his heat, but now he wasn't just hungry. He felt a little desperate, and that feeling only grew with each inch he fed Leon.

By the time the tip of his cock reached Leon's throat, he was trembling.

Leon flexed his fingers, reaching for Thomas's. He skimmed across the heels of Thomas's hands, almost tickling, but it took another sweep for Thomas to break away from the shuddering threatening to overwhelm him. He met Leon's eyes, and the longing in the dark pools made him pause. Slowly, he slid his hands farther up Leon's arms, entwining their fingers. He squeezed, and when an answering sucking came around his cock, he squeezed even harder, harder enough to feel the knuckles crack.

Leon moaned.

Thomas eased the pressure on Leon's hands, thought he didn't release him. There was no mistaking that Leon liked everything a little rough, as though it wasn't worth feeling unless it was pushed to some sort of extreme. Thomas wondered if anybody had ever used Leon like this before—he suspected Leon was accustomed to calling the shots.

Leon swallowed around his cock, drawing a low moan from Thomas. Remembering the way he had pounded into Leon before, he resolved this time would be different. He began rocking his hips in a slow rhythm.

Leon didn't look away. Even when his throat bulged with the length of Thomas's cock, he gazed up at Thomas with emotions he couldn't read. Surrender, most definitely. Hunger. Others Thomas wasn't sure he wanted to recognize.

Rough thumbs caressed the side of Thomas's hands, constant caresses that didn't help his resolve to keep it slow. His thighs shook from how tightly he reined his control, but he never sped up, even when Leon began to hum every time he swallowed the length down.

Thomas was sure Leon took a special delight in working on his self-control until it just snapped. Perhaps it was more of a talent, or a vocation. Now was no exception. Leon goaded him with his tongue, with the suction of the cheeks, with the hunger in his eyes. The harder Leon tried to push him, the more Thomas resisted, until he was barely moving at all, just holding himself for long seconds in Leon's throat.

The scrape of a tooth finally made him snap. With a harsh moan, he thrust into Leon's mouth with harder, faster strokes.

Leon's eyes rolled back in his head. The sounds coming from his throat resonated through every inch of skin he touched, from Thomas's hands to his cock to the inside of his thighs. When Thomas buried his length into the constricting channel, Leon's harsh breathing seeped into him as well. If the other man could find a way to crawl directly into his flesh, Thomas was convinced he would.

As soon as Thomas's balls tightened, he pulled his cock out of Leon's mouth. Leon moaned in obvious protest, his eyes wide with confusion. Thomas stripped his cock twice before everything inside of him shattered. He cupped his hand around the tip, shooting stream after stream against his palm.

Thomas twisted around and grasped Leon's hard shaft, spreading the fluid over the head and down his length.

Leon cried out, jerking upward into his touch. “Don't really need that,” he rasped. “No need to start going soft on me now.”

“I'll need it.” Thomas moved backward, sliding down his body until he felt Leon's thick cock against his ass. “When was the last time you got to fuck anybody?”

The widening of Leon's eyes answered him as well as any words could have. Leon licked his lips, his mouth swollen, and he swallowed twice before speaking. “Had a whore six months ago.” His hips jerked at the contact with Thomas's skin. “More than a year for a man.” He smiled. “And never anyone like you.”

It had been at least that long since anybody had fucked Thomas. He never sought it out, but it did happen on occasion. He wanted it now. He wanted to know what it would feel like to have Leon inside of him. He wanted to know what it would feel like to be that close to Leon in that way. He wanted to see the look on Leon's face. More than that, he wanted to ride Leon until Leon was squirming and helpless.

“Keep still,” Thomas warned as he dragged the tip of Leon's cock between his cheeks.

Hands balled into fists as concentration warred over Leon's features. He held his breath while Thomas positioned him, his pulse visibly pounding in his throat even with the bruises purpling the skin. Thomas didn't move. As hungry as he was to ride him, Thomas wanted this moment to last, to stretch into something that would test just how willing Leon was to submit to his lead. He didn't want Leon to think that this changed anything. Because it didn't.

“Sir...” Not a word but a sigh, carrying more intent than any plea he might have uttered. “What more do you want from me?”

“Nothing. I just want you to keep still.”

He brushed his knuckles across Leon's jaw, and then ran his palm down his chest, enjoying the contrast between his smooth skin and the rough hair on his chest. Thomas kept his touch deliberate and light, watching as Leon struggled to keep himself under control. His muscles trembled, and his mouth hung open as he gasped for air.

Thomas pushed back slightly, allowing the very tip to breach his tight ring of muscle. Leon caught his breath, his chest jerking. The corner of Thomas's mouth lifted. “Remember.”

“This is torture,” Leon ground out. But he consciously sank back into bed, relaxing the rigid set of his shoulders as much as he could. When Thomas pressed down another half inch, Leon whimpered, only to choke it back. “Does keeping still mean keeping quiet? Because I'm not as sure about that part.”

“No, you don't have to keep quiet.” Thomas moved again, wondering if he would be able to control his own shouts. He slid his hand up Leon's chest to rest beneath his chin, gently holding his neck. “But they better not be able to hear you next door.”

“They won't.” He tilted his head, tightening the sinew of his throat, without looking away from Thomas. “You have my word.”

Heat poured out from Leon unchecked. The water had mostly dried from his skin in the time Thomas fucked his mouth, but now, a thin layer of sweat shone along his bare arms. Thomas felt it on his thighs, too, as he sank down another inch onto the thick length. Without stretching himself first, the fit was tight, tearing slightly where it pushed past muscle unaccustomed to the girth. The burn was worth it. More than worth it.

So was the longing on Leon's face.

Thomas had to keep his own warning in mind as he sank farther onto Leon's shaft, otherwise he'd be shouting enough to shake the walls down. And then he was finally seated, Leon filling him, his body tight and tingling. Anybody else would have started rocking, seeking much needed friction, but Leon gritted his teeth. A sharp jolt of satisfaction cut through him, from his throat to his groin.

As soon as his head stopped spinning, Thomas slid forward, moving as slowly as he did before.

Leon sucked in breath through his clenched teeth. “If you think taking your time is going to keep me from coming, you shouldn't have got me so worked up first.”

Thomas didn't stop until only Leon's crown was still in his ass. “That's not why I'm taking my time.” He rocked back, biting his tongue as he stretched around Leon's cock once again. “Just want to make sure you ... enjoy yourself.”

“I will. Am.” He groaned when Thomas squeezed around his length. “God, you feel good. This better not be a one time thing, or I might have to renegotiate our deal.”

Thomas didn't think this would be a one time thing. Leon's cock felt too good. And he was obeying the order to remain still, his body tense and straight and quivering. Thomas could move as fast or as slow as he liked, take as much or as little as he wanted, stop whenever it was too much. He suspected that as long as Leon did what he was told, there would be repeated performances.

He kept his hand at Leon's throat, occasionally squeezing, testing Leon's response. He always jerked, but never tried to pull away. His reaction made the muscles in Thomas's stomach clench.