Dom of Ages (12 page)

The morning air was cool, so I pulled on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt before sneaking down the stairs to peer into the kitchen as quietly as I could. Jarod was standing with his back to me, dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. He was whisking up eggs. I could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The table was set, his pillow on the floor by my chair. I was awed by how happy he seemed. He was humming to himself as he moved gracefully around the kitchen, grabbing milk from the fridge, separating the strips of bacon on the chopping board, slicing mushrooms. I recalled mentioning to him that one of these days we should have a proper cooked breakfast. Bless him, Jarod was including all my favorites.

Then he saw me and froze. His eyes dropped immediately. He put the bowl onto the counter, then went to his knees.

“Did… did I wake you, Sir?” he said in a low voice.

I stepped into the kitchen and went over to where he knelt. I ran my fingers through his hair, liking the way his eyes closed, the little noise of satisfaction that escaped his lips. “No, pet. I wanted to watch you.” I surveyed the worktops. “I never realized how much work you put into my breakfast.”

Jarod cocked his head. “Work? This isn’t work, Sir. This is how I take care of you. It’s what I want.”

My chest felt tight. Once again I was humbled by him and his service. “Will breakfast take long?”

He smiled. “I wasn’t going to start cooking until you were up, Sir. I was just making sure everything was ready.” He slowly raised his head, his eyes widening slightly when his gaze passed over my morning wood, clearly visible as it strained against the soft cotton boxers. That smile widened. “Did you need me to do something else first?” I wasn’t imagining the twinkle in those eyes, nor the quick dart of his tongue to lick his lips.

And I wanted what those lips promised. Why not? There had to be a first time, and Jarod seemed willing. I reached into my underwear and pulled out my stiff cock.

“Seeing as you’ve worked so hard, you deserve a reward for your efforts,” I said with a grin, holding my cock around the base and pumping it slowly.

His eyes went dark as he stared at my dick. “Oh, I
definitely
deserve a reward, Sir.” He leaned closer to run his tongue over the head, before sucking it into his mouth.

It felt
glorious
. I closed my eyes and focused on the amazing feeling as he sucked hard on the head, flicking the glans with his tongue. “Oh, yeah, that’s it, pet.” When he moved closer, his lips sliding lower along my length, I gave a small thrust of my hips, and he took me all the way down.

“Yes, pet,” I hissed. “Take care of my needs.” I grabbed a handful of hair and pumped into his mouth with long strokes. His cheeks hollowed out, the suction intense. Then the intensity went up a notch when he swallowed.

“So good,” I grunted, burying myself in his throat. My balls drew up, high and tight, and something zapped down my spine and straight along my dick. It was embarrassing how quickly he brought me off, swallowing everything I gave him. I backed off, chest heaving, while he cleaned my cock with his tongue. “That was a very good way to start the morning.”

Jarod licked his lips and smiled in agreement. I saw his pants tenting and a large wet spot on the dark fabric. “Stroke yourself, Jarod.”

His hands fumbled inside his sweatpants, and he freed his cock, already hard and wet-tipped. He began to pull furiously at his dick.

“No,” I snapped. He moved his hands away, a look of confusion on his face. I dropped my underwear, letting the cotton pool around my ankles. I stepped forward and pushed my balls into his face. “I want you to pleasure
me
while you do this.”

Jarod gazed up at me with a grin. “Yes, Sir.” He licked my balls, popping one into his mouth, then the other, laving them both. The wet heat surrounding them was just about perfect. Even though I had already come, my cock twitched and began to fill. Jarod took his time, humming as his mouth touched every part of my groin, his hand running languorously over his smooth shaft.

“You’re good at this,” I acknowledged. I let out a low moan when he ran a finger over the saliva-coated sac and then reached between my legs, aiming for my hole.

Oh hell, yes.

I spread my legs, giving him greater access, and he rubbed his finger over my pucker, pushing at the tight ring while he sucked gently on my balls. I groaned, glancing downward to watch his hand work his own shaft, the skin covering the head tight, precome beading at the slit. Jarod moaned around my sac, his hand moving faster, and I knew he was close. And when he slowly sank his finger into my arse and crooked it, rubbing over my gland, I knew he wasn’t the only one.

“Come for me, pet.”

I pressed Jarod’s face into my crotch and watched as he shot. Thick streams of come spurted onto the linoleum, and his cries rang out, muffled by my cock.

It was more than enough to have me shooting another load. I held on to his shoulders, my body shaking, dick spurting out its last drips into his hair. Shudders rippled through him as he squeezed his length, the last drop clinging to the end of his cock. Slowly he eased his finger out of me, my body clinging to him, unwilling to let him go.

It took a few moments for him to collect himself.

I straightened, pulling up my boxers. “I think I’ll have my shower before breakfast,” I informed him. I pointed to the lino. “Clean that, and I’ll be down shortly. And Jarod?”

“Yes, Sir?” he croaked out, his breathing still erratic. He looked adorable, kneeling there with spots of come in his hair.

I grinned. “Good morning.”

He returned my grin. “It is, Sir. One of the best.”

Jarod

IT HAD
been one of the nicest evenings I’d experienced for a long, long time.

When Eli had suggested watching a DVD, with a bowl of popcorn and me snuggled up next to him on the couch, I’d thought it a pleasant enough idea. But the reality had been far more enjoyable.

We watched
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
. The film was fun, something I’d recalled watching as a teenager. When Eli had told me it was one of his favorites, that made it even more special. He’d stretched out on that wide couch, his arm held out for me to join him. There was room enough for us both to lie down, my head resting against his shoulder, my back pressed up against his front. The coffee table had been pulled closer, the bowl of popcorn standing on it, and we’d helped ourselves. Eli had wanted to feed it to me, only he couldn’t see what he was doing, lying as he was, behind me. Of course, there’d been the moment when he tried to put a piece into my mouth and had missed, narrowly avoiding stuffing it up my nose. I’d joked that I couldn’t see nose popcorn catching on.

I was comfortable, his arm draped over me, his warmth surrounding me.

More than that. I was happy.

The film came to an end, and Eli switched off the DVD player and TV. He dropped the remote onto the coffee table and then sank back into the couch, pulling me tight against him. “That was good.”

I had to agree. The whole day had been good, as far as I was concerned. I certainly hadn’t expected it to start with a blowjob. The memory of me kneeling in front of him, his dick bumping the back of my throat, sent heat racing through me.

Eli chuckled. “What on earth are you thinking about? You’re wriggling.”

Now
that
was embarrassing. I was glad he couldn’t see my face; it must have been bright red. “I… I was thinking about this morning. In the kitchen,” I added. As if it needed clarification.

Eli nuzzled my neck, his lips warm and soft. “I take it you enjoyed the blowjob?”

“Yes, Sir.” Although
enjoyed
was far too weak a word. It had been a long while since I’d had my mouth around a nice, thick cock.

“Me too,” he whispered into my ear. “In fact, I’m thinking it was such a good way to start my day, we should make it a habit. What do you think?” He laughed softly. “Every morning to begin with my dick in your mouth.”

I really liked that idea. “Sounds like a plan, Sir.”

Then he was tugging me, pulling me to lie on top of him, my face above his, all my weight on him. “Damn good plan.” His voice had a husky quality to it. His hands were gentle as he cupped my head and drew me down to where his lips awaited mine. I gave myself up to the kiss and sank into it, not hesitating to suck at his tongue, which explored my mouth so leisurely. He groaned into the kiss and plunged deeper, hands holding my head steady while he took what he wanted.

What I wanted too.

God, I’d missed kissing. I’d missed the intimacy of it, the way it could start out so tender, the first few notes subdued and hesitant, before swelling into a crescendo of heated passion. I’d missed the feel of another man’s body, the mixture of hard and soft, the firm line of someone’s back, the softer curve of buttocks. For the longest time there had been only Master Phillip, and here I was, learning the feel of Eli’s body, lean, muscled in a way that my master hadn’t been, a difference in body length too. Everything was a reminder that Eli wasn’t
him
.

“Pet?”

Eli’s endearment broke through, and in that moment I could have kicked myself.

His hand moved to hold my cheek in his palm. “What is it?” Those green eyes were focused on mine, concern so visible in them that it stole my breath.

I didn’t want him to think badly of me, that I was lying there on top of him, dwelling on the things that made him
not
Master Phillip. Not when he was taking time away from work so that we could get to know each other better. So I went with a half truth.

“It’s… it’s been a while since I—”

That was as far as he allowed me to get. Eli stopped my words with a kiss, and then nodded. “It’s okay, pet. This is for us to learn about each other. There’s no rush.”

The tightness around my chest loosened and breathing became easier. “Yes, Sir,” I said softly. Anything else I’d wanted to say was lost in a sigh when he cupped my head tenderly once more and kissed me, only this time with an edge of hunger. Heat pulsed in my belly and groin as I responded eagerly, letting him in.

I could have lain there for hours, exchanging kisses that alternated between sweet and tender, and hot and lingering. But Eli broke off and gazed up at me.

“How about we move things upstairs to our bed?” He grinned. “I need a bit more space for what I have in mind.”

That sent my heart racing. “Okay.”

In a flash he’d pushed me up off him, lurched up off the couch and was tugging me by the hand up the stairs and into the bedroom. I had no time to think about what was coming as I was pushed down onto the bed and Eli was posed above me, still grinning. “Clothes, pet. Off.” And then he was undoing the buttons on my shirt. My heart pounded when he paused for a second and regarded the shirt he held in his hands. I’d known it wouldn’t be long before he noticed what I’d been wearing, but I prayed we wouldn’t talk about it now, especially when my dick was like a rock inside my sweatpants. Then he seemed to dismiss whatever he was thinking and began tugging my sweatpants off, my cock bouncing up to slap against my belly.

Eli laughed. “Oh, someone’s eager.” My heart stuttered when he bent over my dick and encased it in wet heat, sucking it deep into his mouth. I thrust up with my hips, desperate for more, and he pushed me back down, chuckling, his mouth still full of cock. He let go with a loud pop and knelt up on the bed to undress himself. His gaze darted to the bedside cabinet. “Condoms and lube, pet, in the drawer.” Then he laughed. “Not that we’ll need them for a while yet.”

I left him to his disrobing and scrambled to the cabinet to fetch the required items. I placed them by the pillow and sat back to watch Eli’s body emerge from beneath his clothing. His dick was heavy and thick with an upward curve, the head wide. He beckoned me to lie down and then he stretched out next to me. “I’m in the mood to explore.” His eyes shone.

And explore he did. He began with soft kisses to my neck that made me squirm, especially when he got close to my ears. Master Phillip had always—

I pushed aside the thought. This time was for me and Eli.

“You like that.” It wasn’t a question.

“Y-yes, Sir,” I stammered, pushing out a low moan when he slid his hand over my chest and plucked at my nipples. He already knew they were a hotspot. Eli moved over my skin with his mouth, kissing, licking and sucking, making me quiver and sending hot and cold flushes through me. He pulled my arms up above my head and kissed my pits, rubbing his face in the hair there, before moving to my bicep and licking the muscle, biting it gently.

I’d never known such… worship. And I wanted to carry out a little worship of my own.

“Sir, may I?” I flicked my gaze down the length of his body.

Eli grinned. “Oh, please.” He dropped onto his back and folded his arms under his head.

That was my cue.

I knelt above him on all fours and kissed him, from the top of his head down to his neck where I licked the fragrant skin near his collarbone. The small groan that slid from between Eli’s lips was enough to make me feel bolder, and I brought my mouth to his nipple, catching it between my teeth and tugging at it.

“Oh, yes, just like that.”

I kissed and licked that firm belly, tracing my tongue along the ridges of his abs before descending farther to lick into his navel. His stomach quivered, and he stifled a giggle.
Ah
. Eli was ticklish. I filed it away for the future and continued on my journey, edging lower to where hair nestled above his dick, coarse and curly. I buried my nose in it, breathing in the smell of pure Eli. Then I rubbed my face in the crease where his thigh began, the scent of him so rich there. His cock nudged my cheek, hot and thick, and I licked up from his balls to his slit, lapping at the precome I found there.

“Yes, pet, yes.” Eli’s voice shook and the muscles in his abs jumped. I smiled to myself, kissed his inner thighs and moved lower. Eli let out a groan of dissatisfaction. “Tease.”