The Mormon and the Dom (20 page)

As if summoned, Noah stirred. He yawned and stretched, pressing his ass even more firmly into Ronan’s cock.

“Hmm. Someone’s awake.” Noah rolled his hips in such a way as to totally taunt Ronan’s prick.

“Keep that up, you naughty boy, and I’ll have to do something about the situation.”

“Promises, promises.”

“Sounds like a challenge to me.” Ronan rolled over to the other side of the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“Not too far.” Ronan retrieved a bottle of lube from the bedside table, then returned to his spot. “Now, just relax. This won’t hurt at all.”

Noah tensed when Ronan teased lube between his buttocks, but then seemed to wonder just what the hell he was up to when he went lower and coated the sensitive skin behind his balls.

“Keep your legs tightly together.”

Ronan eased his cock into the snug space between Noah’s legs. He knew he was only aggravating his longing to be buried inside Noah’s ass, but this was the best he could do for now. There was no way in hell he was going to rush him into anal sex. Besides, if he were very honest, he loved the anticipation. As good as instant satisfaction could be, there was a lot to be said for having to strive toward a goal. By the time he finally did slip inside Noah, he’d probably cream as soon as he got the tip of his cock buried.

Once Noah realized what Ronan was doing, he relaxed into him.

“See? I told you I would never hurt you.”

“I thought maybe I’d pushed you too far.”

“You could never push me to the point I’d do anything to hurt you.” Ronan kissed his ear and then wrapped his slippery hand around Noah’s cock. Since Ronan wasn’t in any hurry, he took his time rocking his hips, slipping his prick against the soft skin of Noah’s body. The feel of him was indescribable.

Noah made a keening noise at the back of his throat.

Carefully, Ronan rolled so that Noah was on top of him. By spreading his own legs, Ronan placed Noah between his thighs so that he could help him press his legs tighter together. All the while Ronan kept up his slow strokes of Noah’s cock, but now he added the gentle twisting of his nipples. Each tweak caused Noah to flick his hips, pressing his butt firmly into Ronan. In many ways, it was almost like he was playing Noah as a musical instrument. It could also be said that Noah was doing the exact same thing to him.

Together they filled Ronan’s bedroom with the music of passion. As Ronan reached toward the inevitable release, he was determined to take Noah with him. Matching his level to Noah’s was almost deceptively simple, since the sounds Noah made told Ronan right where he was on the scale of impending climax. By tightening his fist and twisting his nipples at just the right moment, Ronan was able to bring them off within seconds of one another.

As his orgasm curled him upward, Ronan rolled to his side so that he was wrapped around Noah, holding him tight. They stayed that way long after the shakes left them.

“Wow.” Noah’s voice was soft. “What a way to start the day.”

“One of the many benefits to waking up in my bed.”

“That’s pretty darn persuasive.”

“After a shower, I’m going to ply you with food.”

“You’re going to turn me into your willing slave.”

“Yep.” Ronan kissed Noah’s ear. “That’s my goal.”

They got up, showered, and did all the morning stuff any other couple would do. When Noah didn’t want to wear his same shirt again, Ronan gave him one of his older T-shirts. It actually fit Noah fairly well. “It’s a little big but not enormous.”

“How did this ever fit on you?”

“I wore it to the clubs. It’s supposed to be skintight.”

“Clubs in Utah?”

“Believe it or not, there are a few. They’re not gay clubs, but they are gay friendly. It was a way to meet guys.”

“Oh.” Noah looked sad or disappointed. Possibly both.

“What?”

“Just—nothing.”

“Noah.”

“What if I’m not enough for you?”

“In what way?” Ronan had no idea what Noah could possibly be thinking.

“Sex wise.”

“You mean you might not put out enough and I’ll have to go cruise the bars looking for another playmate?”

Noah looked stricken.

“Jesus, Noah! I’m not some ravenous sex addict.”

“What if I’m not ever ready to go all the way?”

“Oh, Noah.” Ronan pulled him close, wrapping him up in his arms. “That’s not the end all and be all of sex.”

“It isn’t?”

“No. It really isn’t. There are gay couples who don’t even engage in anal sex.”

Noah moved back enough so he could peer up at Ronan. “Really?”

“Really. Not everyone enjoys the same things. Some guys just find it uncomfortable.”

“Then what do they do?”

“Think of all the things we’ve done. There’s a lot out there. Hand jobs, blowjobs, mutual masturbation—what I did this morning with you is actually one of my favorite activities.”

Noah gave him a dubious look.

“I can thrust really hard without hurting you.”

“But you didn’t. You were gentle.”

“This time.” Ronan put on his most compelling Dom face. “But soon, I’ll tie you up and fuck you so hard you’ll walk funny for a week.”

Noah laughed.

“Did you ever hear the expression different strokes for different folks? Not everyone is into the same things. Even straight couples have their peculiarities.”

Noah made a face.

“You know that plenty of straight couples routinely engage in anal sex, right? It’s not just a gay activity. Some straight men even enjoy pegging.”

“Pegging?”

“A woman wearing a strap-on penetrates him.”

“Really?” Noah sounded as surprised as he looked.

“Really. Humans have sex in a lot of different ways. As long as both partners are into it, there’s no harm. I’ve even had straight men in my playroom.”

“Did you make them—”

“I didn’t make them do anything they didn’t want to. But no, I didn’t have sex with them. That’s not what it was about. Usually, it was strictly a discipline thing. Mostly spankings. Also, a lot of them can’t find a female to do what they need.”

“I guess I just assumed.”

“If there’s something you don’t want to do, we’ll give it a miss and try something else.”

“I just didn’t want you to think I was teasing you or something like that.”

“I don’t. And just so you know, there’s more going on in my head than just thinking about sex.”

“There is?”

“Sure. I also think about motorcycles. And of course, I spend an equal amount thinking about show tunes.”

“Show tunes?”

“Oh, yeah. Every gay man has to love show tunes. It’s like a law or something.” Ronan released Noah and turned to the refrigerator. “Now, what should we do for breakfast?”

While they ate, they talked about all the things they could do on Noah’s grand day off. He hadn’t ever called in sick before, so he had no idea how to play hooky. Luckily, Ronan was an expert. They went to the movies. They enjoyed the mostly empty mall. And then they went for a leisurely ride up to a secluded spot along the Wasatch Front. By the time they came home, they were pleasantly exhausted and Noah was slightly sunburned.

“That really was a huge mistake.” Noah plopped down on the couch.

“It was?”

“I might never go back to work again.” Noah grinned as he went boneless on the cushions.

“Ooh, what fun. I can keep you here all day, all night. Whenever the need arises”— Ronan cupped his crotch aggressively—“I’ll have you here to slake my needs.”

“Slake?” Noah popped open one eye.

“It’s a real word.” Ronan toed off his shoes, then knelt down and pulled off Noah’s shoes. “Which reminds me. We should play Scrabble at some point.”

“We have to play with the new cribbage board first.”

“Ah, yes. And then we have to try out that other game.” The name escaped him but it had looked like fun.

“You know, you’d make a good Mormon.”

“Oh, really?”

“Sure. You like board games, you’d rather cook at home than go out, and you enjoy simple pleasures like walking in the woods.”

“Those are all Mormon traits?”

Noah nodded.

“But I’ve got this hunger for cock.”

Noah laughed.

“Your cock in particular.” Ronan was working his way up Noah’s legs. When he got to the waistband of his trousers, he didn’t hesitate to start working the fasteners apart. Since Noah wasn’t wearing underwear, as soon as he had them open, he had Noah exposed. “And your cock seems to like me, too.”

“He does.”

Ronan kissed the tip. “You haven’t given him a name?”

Noah lifted one lid again so he could peer down at Ronan. “You named your cock?”

“Sure.” Ronan swirled his tongue around the crown, watching with satisfaction when Noah’s eyes closed and his head went back. “I call mine The Destroyer.”

Noah erupted into laugher and pushed Ronan away from his lap. “You are twisted, you know that?”

“I know. Now, let me get back to work.”

“Nope.” Noah squirmed away, holding his pants closed. “Not until you name him.”

“Let me see him so I can give him a good moniker.”

Tauntingly, Noah opened the two flaps of his trousers. When Ronan reached for him, Noah cautioned, “Ah-ha. You see with your eyes, not your hands.”

“Fine.” Ronan settled on the opposite corner of the couch. “How about The Pulsating Pillar of Pleasure?”

Noah laughed while shaking his head. “Too much.”

“Um. Mini Vesuvius?”

“Isn’t that the volcano that erupted on Pompeii?”

“Yep.”

“I don’t think so. It’s just too much to live up to.”

“How about The Sperminator?”

“Ew. No. That’s like your comment about something warm and creamy.”

“Right. Um.” Ronan closed his eyes, struggling to come up with another name.

“How about Blinky,” Noah said.

“Blinky?” Ronan opened his eyes as he started laughing his ass off. “That’s not a name that inspires awe and reverence.”

“Well, unlike some people, I don’t need to advertise the awesome power of my prick. I’m secure enough to have a deceptively sweet name.”

“It’s fitting for you, since you are deceptively sweet.” Ronan worked his way across the couch until he pinned Noah into his corner. “You look like butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth when you’re really a lusty leather lad.”

“Are you accusing me of false advertising?”

“Not at all.” Ronan kissed Noah’s neck as he worked his hand down to his cock. “You’re like an amazing present.”

“A present?” When Ronan wrapped his fist around Noah’s cock, Noah arched into him.

“Sure. You have this innocent wrapping, but inside the box, there’s this wonderfully complex and deliciously kinky guy. You’re like the best of all worlds.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“It’s already gotten me on top of you and into your pants.”

“I surrender.” Noah dramatically lifted his arms.

“All I have to do now is plant my flag in you.”

Noah made a face.

“Yeah, let’s skip over that part. I’ll just mark my territory.”

Noah made another face that expressed more disgust than the first.

“Not like that!” Ronan moved away. “Clearly, I’m not cut out for sexy talk that doesn’t involve whips and chains.”

“Aw, don’t be like that.” Noah followed him to his side of the couch. “You just need to practice. I think it’s cute.”

“Cute?”

“Sure. You were getting just a little too perfect.”

“I’m also very good at what I do.”

“What?”

“I got you to come over to my side and do so willingly.” Ronan grinned.

“Oh, you—”

Before Noah could move away, Ronan captured him in his arms. Carefully, he rose, and carried Noah into his bedroom. The bed was still in disarray from their morning romp. Ronan dropped him on the bed, then pounced on top of him.

“I thought you were going to crush me.”

“Nope.” Ronan landed on his hands and knees to avoid that very thing. “You wouldn’t be any good to me if you were squished.”

“Now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?”

“I think Blinky and The Destroyer need to have a chat.” Ronan unfastened his pants and then rubbed his cock against Noah’s. He did this playfully at first, but things quickly turned heated.

“What’s that look about?” Noah asked, pushing Ronan’s hair back from his face.

“I’ve never met anyone who makes me feel the way you do.” Before he started blathering about his feelings and possibly scaring off Noah, Ronan kissed him. He’d been soundly in lust before, but this wasn’t like that at all. His lust always burned white-hot, extinguishing itself quickly. This was actually more intense but didn’t seem to be burning itself out. If anything, each encounter they had only made him want another. Noah was like coffee. In some ways, he was highly addictive but for the most part entirely safe.

When Noah started easing Ronan onto his back, he went willingly because he thought Noah wanted to be on top like he had been this morning. But then Noah did something that surprised Ronan. He grasped Ronan’s hands and pinned them to the bed. Noah didn’t perform this action playfully but with aggression. A new and totally unfamiliar thrill went through Ronan. None of his other lovers had ever done something like this with him. They were too aware of his sexual proclivity, since he was a Dom. But Noah’s naiveté served him well. He either didn’t know the rules or didn’t care one bit for them. Either way, having someone else take charge of him for a change was intoxicating.

Rather than push back, Ronan surrendered. Noah made a growl of triumph, then kissed Ronan fiercely. By letting him take the lead, Ronan had unleashed something in his generally gentle boyfriend. Noah became famished for him. Kissing, licking, and gently biting his way down, Noah helped Ronan shimmy out of his pants and then compelled him to take off his shirt.

When he was bare, Noah rose from the bed, chucked his own clothing, and then he was back, touching all over Ronan as if he’d never seen a naked man before. In pondering, Ronan realized that though he’d seen him, he hadn’t had the chance to explore him. Being the object of Noah’s intense scrutiny was a new and enlightening experience. By always taking the lead, Ronan didn’t really know what it was like to be cherished. If there was any word that described what Noah was doing to him, it was that word. Each stroke, each openmouthed kiss, and every lick was Noah’s silent way of appreciating him.