Make Me Soar (22 page)

Dorian shook his head and opened his mouth, no doubt to deny it, but Alan laid a finger on his lips. Dorian stiffened.

“I know you think you’ve been hiding it really well, but what sort of Dom would I be if I didn’t notice when my submissive was distracted?”

He withdrew his finger and watched for Dorian’s reaction. The lad said nothing, but Alan could have sworn there was the faintest hint of approbation in his expression. It puzzled him for a moment, but then the light dawned.

“You didn’t think I’d notice, did you?” After hearing Dorian speak of Doms who hadn’t been able to see through his act, Alan wasn’t surprised the sub hadn’t expected him to be any different. Alan smiled. “I’m glad I exceeded your expectations. And now that we’ve got
that
out of the way, are you going to tell me what’s on your mind?”

Dorian looked away, gazing into the fire. “I….” His Adam’s apple bobbed.

Alan reached across to grasp Dorian’s chin and gently turned his face back toward him. “You can ask me anything, Dorian. I mean that.”

Those brown eyes grew large and round. “That’s easy to say. I mean, yes, I want something… I’ve wanted this all evening… I just don’t know how to ask for it.” He gulped. “I’m not even sure
why
I’m finding this so hard.”

Alan was caught by the look of fervent longing in Dorian’s eyes. “Take a deep breath, and then let it out.” His chest tightened, and the hairs on his arms stood on end.

Dorian nodded and then inhaled slowly. He met Alan’s gaze. “Can… can I have a kiss?”

A
LAN
CAUGHT
his breath. Dorian’s request took him by surprise. His expression was so earnest, his gaze focused intently on Alan, his good hand clenched into a tight fist, lips parted. For a moment Alan was at a loss as to how to respond.

Stop thinking so hard.

He smiled and slowly moved closer to Dorian, his fingers lightly touching Dorian’s face as he brought Dorian’s mouth to meet his, a gentle pressing together of lips. A soft sigh escaped Dorian, and his eyes closed when Alan deepened the kiss, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth and then exploring him leisurely with his tongue. Dorian didn’t move except for a slight tilting of his head, arms by his sides.

Alan broke the kiss and murmured against Dorian’s mouth, “Kiss me back.”

Dorian opened his eyes, a dazed look in them, and at last that hand unclenched as he reached up to cup Alan’s head. Alan bit back a groan as Dorian slid his tongue into Alan’s mouth, running it over his gums, between teeth and upper lip. Alan pushed Dorian’s head back against the couch, moving with him, his body pressing against Dorian’s. He let out a low growl as Dorian sucked at his tongue and licked across the roof of his mouth.

Alan loved to kiss. It was such an intensely erotic act and never failed to turn him on, especially when his partner gave himself up to it wholeheartedly. Dorian’s kisses were a revelation. The lad poured himself into the act, hand stroking Alan’s hair and moving to trail gentle fingers down his neck, a particular hot spot for him. Dorian shifted beneath him, his hips moving slowly, fingers raking through Alan’s short layers. It was Alan’s turn to close his eyes and let himself go, reveling in the sensuality of it all. When Dorian broke the kiss and slid his hands to Alan’s shoulders to push him away, breathing erratically, the spell was broken.

He opened his eyes and regarded Dorian, his own breathing quickening as he took in the flush on Dorian’s neck and cheeks, lips wet and gleaming in the firelight. “Why did you stop?”

“I-I’m not sure.” The light caught in Dorian’s eyes.

“Why did you want me to kiss you?”

Dorian became still. “I couldn’t get that shower out of my head. The way you felt, the way you looked, it got so that every time I looked at you, I was right back there, on the verge of coming.”

That got Alan thinking. “When was the last time you came?”

Silence, but for the crackling of the fire. Dorian lifted his chin and looked Alan in the eye. “Berlin.”

Alan had suspected as much. “Then make the most of tonight. It will be a while before I let you come again.”

He watched as Dorian’s blank expression gave way to a wide-eyed stare when his words finally registered. Alan grinned.

“Dorian, you’re wearing far too many clothes.”

Finally, Dorian smiled. “Oh, yes, Sir.”

He lifted the hem of his sweater, and Alan helped him, unable to resist leaning forward to take Dorian’s nipple in his mouth and tug on it with his teeth. Dorian hissed, his back arching, and Alan chuckled around the taut flesh. He pulled off and gave Dorian a hard stare.

“Did I tell you to stop undressing?”

Dorian’s breathing hitched, and his fingers fumbled to unravel the knot that secured his sweatpants around his waist. He shoved them down past his hips and knees, his dick rising upward, already half hard and jutting out from his body. Alan grabbed the pants and pulled them off, then dropped them to the floor. Dorian sat there, chest rising and falling, cock bobbing, totally focused on Alan.

He sat back and let his arms fall to his sides. “Straddle me.”

Dorian took a second or two to comply, but then he moved slowly to straddle Alan’s lap, his hands coming to rest on Alan’s shoulders. The fire behind Dorian lit up his blond hair like a halo, bringing his face into darkness. Alan could feel the heat of him through his jeans.

He held on to Dorian’s waist and smiled at him. “Kiss me again.”

Dorian leaned forward until their lips met, and then he took Alan’s mouth in a heated kiss, all tongue and teeth, making Alan groan aloud. He pressed Dorian against him, moving his hands slowly up and down his back. When Dorian pulled back, panting, Alan gazed up at him.

“You are so beautiful.” The words tumbled from his lips, and he was unable to stop them.

Dorian became still, and Alan watched the flush that rose up his chest and neck, finally staining his cheeks.

“Sir….” He was almost squirming.

And in that moment Alan
saw
Dorian, saw a part of him he’d not glimpsed before. He cupped Dorian’s cheek with his hand and forced the lad to look at him. “Has no one ever told you that?”

Dorian blinked and swallowed.

Alan persisted. “Have you never had a lover praise you, tell you how beautiful he found you?” He stroked Dorian’s back, keeping away from the brand.

Dorian huffed. “Justin was my first and only boyfriend, and no, he wasn’t the type to say stuff like that.”

Something was niggling at the back of Alan’s mind. “Why hasn’t there been anyone else since Justin?” He couldn’t believe Dorian hadn’t had guys interested in him. There was that wonderful sensuality about him that had attracted Alan’s attention in the first place.

Dorian tilted his head. “What did I need a boyfriend for? Once I’d joined Collars & Cuffs, I had plenty of sex.”

Alan’s chest tightened as a wave of sadness rolled over him. “You’re not talking about sex—you’re talking about fucking.” He sagged into the seat cushions, his hands coming to rest on Dorian’s thighs, and regarded his submissive. “There is more to sex than fucking, Dorian. Good sex is spending time getting to know your lover’s body, inside and out. Learning what makes him moan with pleasure or gasp when you touch him just right. It’s getting to know his body’s secrets.” Alan ran his hands along Dorian’s thighs, edging closer to his dick, drawing the hint of a whimper from the lad. “It’s knowing his body so well that you could recognize it blindfolded.”

Dorian stared at him, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, as if in a trance.

“And I meant it, Dorian. You’re beautiful.” Alan reached up and ran his hand over Dorian’s chest. “I love how smooth your skin is here, how it pebbles around your nipples when you’re aroused, like now.” He tweaked the right nipple and watched as Dorian shivered. Alan reached higher to trail his fingers across Dorian’s cheek. “And yet this roughness here, when you haven’t shaved, I like it.” He scraped his fingernails lightly down Dorian’s chest and belly, making him squirm. When he reached Dorian’s dick, he stroked a single finger along its length, observing how it jerked, getting harder. “And your cock. Oh, your cock is a thing of beauty.” He wrapped his hand around its girth and moved slowly back and forth, twisting slightly as he did so. Dorian let out a low moan and arched his back, pushing his shaft through Alan’s fingers. “I love how firm it feels”—he winked—“and getting firmer all the time.”

Dorian pushed faster, his length thick and long now.

Alan tightened his grip around it, and Dorian’s groan burst out of him.

“Just looking at your cock makes me wonder how good it would taste.” He sat upright and grabbed Dorian under his legs. “And then I think, ‘why wonder?’”

He lifted Dorian bodily and carried him swiftly to the rug in front of the fire, where he lowered him to the floor and then knelt above him while he removed his sweater and tossed it behind him. Dorian’s gaze was focused on him as he unfastened his jeans and pushed them down, freeing his dick. “Oh, what you look like lying there, the light from the fire playing on your skin. Waiting for me.” Alan stood briefly to remove his jeans and socks and then stretched out next to Dorian on the rug. He eyed Dorian’s cock, pointing up toward his belly, leaking precome. “Wanting me.”

Dorian grabbed hold of Alan’s head and pulled him down into a kiss full of urgency and need. He gasped into Alan’s mouth when Alan once more wrapped his hand around that luscious dick and stroked it before releasing it. Alan broke free and stared down at Dorian.

“Keep your eyes on mine.”

Dorian nodded once and then moaned softly when Alan kissed down his chest and belly, getting closer and closer to his prize. Dorian propped himself up on his elbows to stare as Alan covered his body in soft kisses. Alan looked up from his task and smiled at him.

“Get used to my compliments, Dorian, because I will never let you forget how beautiful you are, how good it feels to touch you, stroke you.” He rubbed across Dorian’s belly with a firm hand, slowly moving it lower until the edge of his little finger was grazing the top of Dorian’s cock, surrounded by a tight nest of pubic hair. A shudder ran through Dorian, and Alan’s gaze met his. “Taste you.” And with that he moved to lie between Dorian’s legs, spreading them quickly with his hands before taking his dick into his mouth, his hand around the base.

“Oh, fuck.” Dorian watched him openmouthed as Alan sucked the head of his cock, his gaze locked on Dorian. He moaned when Alan kissed up and down the shaft and then licked up from the root to the head in one long motion, never breaking eye contact. Dorian pushed up with his hips, and Alan took him deeper, sucking slowly at the head, lips tight around it. He kept his eyes trained on Dorian as he fondled his balls, squeezing them lightly and playing with them while he worshiped Dorian’s gorgeous cock. Alan slid his hand higher until the head of his dick was covered by the silken foreskin, and then he pushed his tongue between the soft layer of flesh and the swollen head, circling it and sucking at the delicate covering. Dorian bit his lower lip and moaned. Alan pulled the skin taut and made appreciative noises around the shaft that glistened in the firelight, wet and rigid. He pulled off and gently drew one of Dorian’s balls into his mouth, licking it before paying attention to the other, his hand stroking and squeezing all the time.

Dorian shivered. “That… that feels so good, Sir.”

Alan smiled at him and then traced a line with his finger from Dorian’s balls to his hole, rubbing firmly, especially where the shaft swelled behind the balls. He was rewarded with Dorian’s loud groan, his legs spreading wider. Alan drew his finger through the saliva that dripped down the shaft and then brought it to Dorian’s hole, where he circled the rim, pressing lightly, all the time moving his mouth up and down over Dorian’s cock.

Fuck, the way Dorian looked in that moment. The expression on his face as he stared at Alan, mouth open, eyes so large and round, his pupils blown, bare skin gleaming in the firelight, his chest rising and falling, only quicker now. It was all Alan could do to keep from coming right there and then.

“Close, Sir,” Dorian panted, fists clenched.

“Come when you’re ready.” He kept his gaze focused on Dorian while he drew his dick into his mouth and slowly, so slowly, sank his finger into Dorian’s heat.

“Oh, God.” Dorian rocked up, thrusting into Alan’s mouth and then pushing down on that single finger that stroked so gently in and out of him. “Sir!”

It was all the warning Alan got, but it was enough to have him pulling back as hot come erupted over his hand, creamy and thick. Alan grasped his own turgid length and tugged it, his orgasm barreling down on him with white-hot force. He held Dorian’s shaft tightly around the base and squeezed his own, coming onto the rug where the lad’s arse rested upon it. Dorian melted into the rug, his limbs loose, body trembling. Alan wiped off the last drop of come with his hand and lay down beside Dorian, stroking his chest and kissing it before moving up his neck to kiss those soft lips. Little shocks jolted through him, the remnants of his climax. Dorian stretched his arms around him and returned the kiss, tugging Alan to lie on top of him. Alan went willingly, sighing with pleasure when Dorian wrapped his legs around his waist and held him tightly, lips claiming his in kiss after urgent kiss.