Virgin Territory (9 page)

“It’s a bloody good thing I gave up smoking,” Aaron ground out.

It worked. Danny lifted his head, completely removing his mouth from Aaron’s cock and giving him a much-needed chance to pull himself back from the edge.

“What?” Danny asked. “I mean, yeah, not getting lung cancer is generally a good idea, but…seriously.
That’s
what you’re thinking of right now?”

“Yep.”

Danny frowned. Aaron saw the change in the boy’s whole manner as his confidence wobbled.

“If I still smoked real fags, the whole house would have gone up in smoke while I was too busy finding out what a natural cocksucker you are to notice.”

Danny’s frown disappeared the moment the praise hit the air. A few seconds passed while he revelled in the moment, then he squinted at Aaron. “I’m still not with you.”

Aaron glanced pointedly down at the bed sheet alongside them both.

Danny followed his gaze.

“Bloody hell!” He launched himself off the bed, snatching up the fake ciggie as if it really did have the potential to start a fire.

Aaron laughed, completely unrepentant. “The look on your face when you saw it…”

Danny stood trouser-less alongside the bed with the thing in his hand, obviously unsure what to do with it.

“Daft little bugger, just switch it off,” Aaron said, unable to hold back another chuckle.

Danny rolled his eyes at himself, but he still seemed to be extra careful to put the fag safely back in the tobacco tin before he climbed back onto the bed.

Aaron took a deep breath, fully expecting to have to withstand at least another hour of teasing, but no. As Danny knelt beside him, it was obvious he was up and ready for the main event.

Aaron swallowed, uncertainty and expectation fighting for possession of his soul as Danny tugged at his jeans until they slid over his feet.

“I mentioned earlier that there’s lube in the drawer. Uncuff my hands and I’ll—”

“No. I want to do it.”

Their eyes met.

Aaron nodded, as if it made no difference to him. “Fine. It’s your show.” He tried to shrug, but it was impossible with his hands cuffed and trapped behind his back.

Danny grabbed a tube of lubricant and slicked his fingers.

It wasn’t a big deal for Aaron to pull his legs back and give Danny complete access to him—or at least that’s what he told himself. It shouldn’t have been a big deal when considered logically, but it was.

Every ounce of dominance he possessed told him the he should be the one looking after Danny and preparing him for this. Aaron shouldn’t be the one flat on his back, vulnerable and reliant on any other man—let alone one who wasn’t exactly an expert.

Danny’s fingers circled Aaron’s hole.

His cock twitched. The fact that he shouldn’t be doing it just made it all the hotter and a wave of forbidden pleasure rolled through him. Aaron glanced up when he sensed Danny looking at his face, studying him for a reaction.

“It’s okay, kiddo. I’m not so fragile. I won’t break.”

Danny smiled as if glad that he wasn’t in complete control after all. The pressure behind his fingers increased until two digits slid inside Aaron’s body.

Taking a deep breath, Aaron concentrated on relaxing all his muscles under his conscious control. Yes, it was hot to feel another man inside him after such a long time, but that didn’t mean he wanted to draw out the preparations any longer than necessary. Getting screwed would be much hotter than being fussed over.

Aaron tensed and relaxed his fists. It wasn’t easy to relax while supremely conscious of the way Danny thrust his fingers in and out of Aaron’s hole

“Any time you’re ready,” Aaron said at the first possible moment.

Danny’s eyes narrowed. He wasn’t a fool. He knew Aaron wanted to draw the line at receiving less than half the prep time he’d bestowed on Danny.

He half expected the boy to baulk at the near order. Aaron knew he would have in the other man’s place, but Danny nodded his assent and reached for a condom, as quick to follow an instruction as any as any submissive could be.

Aaron watched, checking that Danny put it on correctly. Maybe the boy had practiced rolling one on while at home on his own, because he did it neatly, even though his hands shook.

Danny moved confidently between Aaron’s legs, then hesitated. A tiny frown appeared between his eyebrows. Without warning, he pulled away and grabbed the keys to the handcuffs off the floor by the side of the bed.

“First night nerves?” Aaron asked as calmly as he could, not wanting to admit he’d feel any kind of disappointment if he didn’t end up getting screwed after all. “A bit of stage fright is nothing to be embarrassed about.” His voice sounded far gruffer than he would have liked.

“No, it’s more like a change of choreography,” Danny mumbled, completely focused on what he was doing.

Aaron rolled onto his side to give Danny access to the cuffs, trying to work out what Danny meant. One moment the cuff was freed, the next, Aaron found the hand still trapped within the metal bracelet pulled up toward a bedpost.

“May I have your other hand, please?”

He sounded so much like a nice, polite sub, Aaron automatically granted the request and offered Danny his free hand. Before he knew it, the empty cuff was refastened. The chain between the cuffs was behind the bedpost.

Danny disappeared behind Aaron and tugged at his hips. As soon as Aaron understood what he was trying to do, he rolled his eyes and co-operated.

“You could have just said,” he pointed out, shuffling awkwardly onto his hands and knees.

“I’m saying now.” Danny touched the tip of his slicked cock against Aaron’s hole.

Without wasting another second, he pushed forward. He was well hung and Aaron’s breath caught in his throat as his decision to limit his prep time came back to haunt him.

It was unrealistic to expect a guy topping someone for the first time to be controlled or patient. Aaron gritted his teeth, ready to ride out whatever Danny did next without voicing any protest.

Expectations be damned. Danny stilled with just the head of his cock inside Aaron, giving him plenty of time to adjust before he forced his way deeper inside him. Inch by inch, Danny slowly filled Aaron, until his hips eventually pressed tightly against Aaron’s arse.

Aaron gasped for breath. It had been at least five years since he’d found himself in that position and possibly closer to ten. Too long.

A hand came to rest on Aaron’s shoulder. With his palm flat against Aaron’s skin and his fingers stretched out to touch as much of him as possible, Danny ran his hand over Aaron’s back. There was no way he could have missed the tension in his muscles.

Aaron huffed. “I don’t need to be gentled down, kiddo.”

“I like touching you. Since we’re playing by my rules tonight, you’ll just have to put up with that.”

Aaron mentally raised an eyebrow.

“Just tell me when you’re ready.”

Aaron’s other eyebrow shot up too.

His first orgasm had given Danny an unexpected degree of control. He couldn’t be blamed for wanting to show off, but his tone didn’t fit in with that theory. It sounded more like he instinctively wanted to please the man he topped—to submit to the will of the man he should have felt completely dominant over.

Damn it, there was only supposed to be one newbie in the bed. Aaron closed his eyes and called himself every stupid name under the sun. As if the great god of kink cared who’s cock went where, as if that had anything to do with what real dominance or real submission meant.

Aaron felt all the tension drain out of his muscles. Nothing had changed. Everything was fine. “Go,” he ordered.

Danny obeyed. He slid his hand down and held Aaron’s hips as he thrust into him, slow and steady, finding a rhythm and going for it.

Aaron closed his eyes and pictured them on the bed, Danny looking down and watching his cock slide into another man’s arse for the first time, swaying back and watching it reappear only to vanish once more as he worked conscientiously at losing the second half of his virginity.

Danny’s angle changed as he slid into Aaron again. Amazing things happened as Danny’s cock rubbed against Aaron’s prostate. A chain reaction of pleasure raced through Aaron as he pushed back into the next thrust. He groaned, deep in his throat, unable to keep his approval to himself.

Danny released his hold on Aaron’s hip so suddenly, he almost lost his balance. But, the next moment, Danny’s hand wrapped around his shaft. The bliss that came with his touch was worth risking falling flat on his face for.

Newbie or not, Danny had obviously watched enough porn to pick up a few ideas. As his thrusts sped up, he matched it stroke for stroke around his cock. Aaron tugged on the cuffs, desperate to be free to touch Danny in return, even if that just meant covering Danny’s hand with his own, or reaching back and fondling Danny’s arse while the boy thrust into him.

A tiny hesitation on Danny’s part. Aaron sensed the change in his demeanour as much as he felt his movements alter. Danny wanted to come now—he
needed
to come. There was only so much a guy could learn from porn. Desperation filled the air as Danny whimpered.

“Please.” He leaned forward so far he was almost able to whisper in Aaron’s ear. His chest rubbed against Aaron’s back as he drew in a shaky breath. “Please come.”

A submissive who’d beg Aaron while he topped him. Nothing could have been better chosen to achieve the desired effect. An order would have made Aaron rebel, but the plea went straight to Aaron’s balls.

He came, grinding back against Danny’s cock, his muscles contracting around Danny’s shaft as his orgasm crashed through him erasing all logical thought and complex brain function. All that was left in the wake of his climax was a blank sheet of paper, all laid out nice and neatly, a fresh start where anything could be written.

Apparently, according to the rules Danny set, and in a scene he had complete control over, Aaron’s orgasm equated with permission for him to come too.

Danny delivered a series of hard thrusts that would have toppled a weaker man off the edge of the bed. He jerked and tightened his hold on Aaron, yelling out loud enough to wake the neighbours. Ecstasy clung to every unintelligible syllable. It was no faked praise for a job well done, or polite thanks for letting him top. There was nothing fake about Danny.

Aaron closed his eyes as they both collapsed on the bed, Danny lying behind Aaron while his wrists remained tied to the bedpost.

The room was quiet. All Aaron could hear was his own heartbeat.

His pulse was racing. The whole world seemed to slide into the kind of slow motion only ever achieved in old-fashioned sci-fi shows. Part of Aaron’s mind tried to be sensible and think big, practical thoughts. That wasn’t easy while the rest of his brain persistently clung to the pleasure he’d found from such an unexpected source.

Danny was per—

Aaron frowned. No, Danny wasn’t perfect. No man was—dom, sub or vanilla lover, everyone had their faults. Any other thoughts were just the afterglow talking.

Danny was a novice who had the potential to be a fine sub, and he was a sub who seemed to like topping as well as submitting—who had no trouble retaining a genuine sub demeanour while topping.

Perfect? No, but talk about rare as gold dust…

Aaron took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

I think I’m in love with you.

It had been a joke. That much had been obvious as soon as Aaron had seen the look in Danny’s eyes. But what if he hadn’t been laughing as he said it, what if he’d meant it?

That possibility should have panicked Aaron. The fact that it
didn’t
freak him out was enough to set his anxiety levels through the roof.

He was just high on afterglow—that was it. Nothing to worry about, he told himself. He took another deep breath, as if oxygen could possibly help, and desperately tried to avoid remembering inconvenient facts—such as he’d had lots of lovers and lots of afterglow, but he’d never once felt that way about any other man.

The idea of doing more scenes with Danny wasn’t just hot—suddenly it was absolutely bloody essential.

Chapter Eight

Danny did his damnedest to look relaxed but it wasn’t easy. The club was even more crowded than it had been the other times he’d been there. Everyone was scoping each other out, looking each other over in an effort to find someone who inspired them to make it clear that their leather outfits were far more than a mere fashion statement.

Danny smiled politely and nodded to whatever the guy standing next to him at the bar was saying. He’d given up paying attention to the man’s actual words over five minutes ago. He knew he should focus and make sure he hadn’t just agreed to anything that he’d regret doing—or at least that he’d regret doing with anyone other than Aaron.

That was a bit part of his current dilemma. He was sure he’d never regret doing anything with Aaron, but doing anything with another guy, that couldn’t end in anything but regret.