Pup (21 page)
surveyed the room one last time: the coverlet was folded and draped across the end of the bed, candles burned on the dresser and bedside table, and Kenny G was playing low on the CD player.
What the fuck are you doing?
He was so proud of his pup. He was working hard to overcome his issues, was honest to a fault, and he deserved a reward. That didn’t mean it should be given in a room that looked like it was the set of a cheap romantic film or worse, a porn set. He arched a brow. Come to think of it, a porn set was okay. He flicked off the CD and blew out the candles on the dresser.
Body thrumming with excitement and a wee bit of nerves, if he was honest, Tackett pulled off his robe, leaving it laying across the chair, and climbed into bed on top of the white sheets. Hands folded behind his head, cock already weeping against his stomach, he took a deep breath.
“Micah, could you come here for a moment please,” he called and then did his best to calm the hell down.
The anticipation of getting fucked always got him revved up. His desire to bottom wasn’t one that was sparked very often. Although he had always been a man to analyze everything and was no stranger to introspection, bottoming was the one thing he did he never cared to know the reasoning behind. It felt good, and that was all he needed to know.
This time felt different. The excitement speeding his heart rate and making his cock throb in anticipation was also infused with trepidation. The strange feeling wasn’t just because, for the first time, he desperately wanted to be fucked by someone he’d dominated, but also because it was Micah, someone he not only dominated, but someone he wanted to possess. It’s the only reasoning he could find. He was comfortable with his sexuality, knew what he liked. His preference was and would always be as the hard dominant. That in no way took away from the pleasure he’d had with random hookups with men outside the scene, but for the first time, he didn’t just want to find his pleasure; he wanted it to mean something to both of them. He wanted something beyond the flesh.
Tackett tensed when the doorknob turned. He’d have to do the self-analysis shit later.
“Sir?” Micah asked hesitantly when he pushed open the door and stepped into the candlelit bedroom. His grin grew wide. “Oh!”
Tackett looked down at himself, like he didn’t already know he was laid out naked, legs spread wantonly and heavy cock hard, straining up toward his navel, and looked up to meet stunned blue eyes. “You know, Micah, one should always be aware of everything they touch,” he said, adding a little seductive purr to his tone.
“Ah. And I do believe you were so grateful you were going to show me just how much you”he ran a hand down his chest, Micah’s eyes tracking the movement“fucking worship me.”
Micah kept his eyes on Tackett’s hand as he continued to run it from his chest down to his stomach and back up, licking his lips and swallowing hard before saying, “I’m one of those handson kind of worshippers, Sir.”
Tackett clasped his hands behind his head. “I would never stand in the way of a man and his right to worship. Tonight, my body is yours to touch however you wish.” After a pause, Tackett gave Micah a come-hither look and added, “Anything you wish.”
Christ, he was flirting with his pup. It was totally out of character, but the response he was getting from Micah was well worth it.
“Really?” Micah moved farther into the room. “Anything?”
A roguish expression crossed Micah’s face that gave Tackett a bit of a pause, yet at the same time inflamed his arousal. “Anything,” Tackett assured him, “as long as it’s with your hands.” His eyes wandered to the tent in Micah’s sweats. “Or other parts of your body.”
Micah seemed to be a little stunned —or thoughtful, as if he was planning something—as he silently moved toward the bed, eyes darting from Tackett’s head to his toes and everywhere in between as he stepped up to the bed.
“One more thing,” he said, causing Micah to freeze with one hand on the mattress. “No clothes.”
Micah gave him a crooked smile and unceremoniously shoved his sweatpants down his legs and off. “Always with the rules,” he grumbled and climbed over Tackett’s leg, kneeling between his spread thighs, leaned down, and started kissing him.
It was difficult not to grab the back of Micah’s head and take over the kiss when Micah’s tongue and flavor filled his mouth. He forced himself to relax, to let Micah set the pace, a feat that became more and more difficult as the little tease lapped at his lips and teeth with only the tip of his tongue, just barely pushing into his mouth before tracing Tackett’s lips again.
“You taste good, Sir,” Micah murmured as he placed one more kiss to Tackett’s lips before moving down his neck to his chest, stopping to give his right nipple some attention, nipping at the small nub until it was erect, teasing the other one by rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, pulling and pinching.
“That feels good, pup.” Tackett arched a little, wanting more, and curled his hands into fists to keep himself from grabbing onto those soft curls when Micah continued to lightly pinch one nipple and scrape his teeth gently over the other.
Fuck, this was torture.
When Micah had had his fill of teasing Tackett’s nipples, he kissed and licked his way down, covering every inch of Tackett’s torso, hands in constant motion, caressing and massaging. “Love the way your muscles flex beneath my fingertips,” Micah whispered against the flesh of Tackett’s stomach. “The heat.” Micah nipped at his right hip, making him arch. “How smooth your skin is.”
“You’re a tease, pup,” Tackett groaned when Micah purposely ignored his straining erection and started giving his other hip the same treatment.
“I thought this was my reward?” Micah sat back, cocking his head, both hands caressing Tackett’s thighs, brushing along the soft hair on the inside of his thighs. “Shall I stop, Sir?” he asked, his voice sultry.
“That it is.” His voice was a little strained as he did his damnedest not to shudder at the tickling sensation against his thighs. He spread his legs wider in invitation. “Enjoy your reward, pup. Tomorrow we will revisit the teasing lesson.”
“Oh!” The flirty smile fell as realization dawned. Without another word, he bent and licked the length of Tackett’s cock, moving downward to his balls, sucking one and then the other into his mouth. When he took Tackett’s cock into his mouth, he didn’t tease; he sucked hard, hungry. Micah’s hands continued to massage Tackett’s thighs, spreading him further as those talented fingers kneaded his flesh.
“Oh yeah, that’s it, boy,” Tackett gasped, hands flying from behind his head to land on the mattress, clenching the sheets in his fists. He thrust up, eyes nearly rolling back in his head, as Micah tightened his lips around his cockhead and feasted on him. “God, your mouth,” he groaned, aching for more.
Micah responded to the praise, going wild on his cock, pushing up his thighs, lifting his ass off the mattress. Suddenly the warm wet sensation of Micah’s mouth was gone, and he started to protest, but it changed to a shout of “Oh, fuck” as that wicked tongue lapped at his hole.
He no longer had to hold onto the sheet to keep from forcing Micah’s head down. He was busy spreading his ass cheeks open, giving Micah complete access. His pup took the wanton invitation, his tongue pushing deep, fucking Tackett’s hole with enthusiasm. Moans, growlsneedy and hungry soundsfilled the air, and he wasn’t sure if they were coming from him or Micah and didn’t care. Micah was feasting on him, with tongue and lips and teeth, making his toes curl and his back arch, begging for more.
Micah gave him more, sliding a finger in deep as he moved up to give Tackett’s balls more attention. That twisting and turning finger became two, and Micah started full-out fucking him, his other hand pumping Tackett’s cock at the same fast pace. “More!” Tackett lowered his legs, grinding his ass on Micah’s fingers. “God, yes! That’s it, boy, harder,” he growled.
“Fuck, you’re hot, Sir. Watching my fingers going in and out of your ass, feeling your slick heat, and tight,” he groaned. “So fucking tight.”
And just like that he was going to shoot. Micah’s fingers stabbing in and out of his ass, the naughty words pouring from his boy’s mouth, and the look of awe and bliss on his gorgeous face he was going to fucking blow. Tackett held his breath, forcing himself to slow down, and somehow managed to find the condom he’d hidden beneath the pillow, thrusting it at Micah. This was supposed to be about Micah, but it was such a rare treat, his need too strong. He’d make it up to his boy tomorrow.
Micah helped to momentarily stall Tackett’s impending orgasm by the sudden halt of his invading fingers and the look of stunned confusion on his face. “Sir?”
“Fuck me, Micah,” he growled, shoving the condom at him again. He’d never ordered a sub to fuck him, and he wouldn’t start now, but his need was too great to be denied and he wasn’t above begging. “Do it. God, Micah, please!”
After snatching the condom, Micah opened it and rolled it on, muttering, “Sweet Jesus.” And then he was pressing his sheathed cock against Tackett’s hole, pushing against the ring of muscles. Nudge. Nudge. Nudge. Driving Tackett out of his goddamn mind.
“Micah,” he snapped, grabbing Micah’s ass. “Fuck me!” At the same time he said it, he pulling hard on Micah’s ass and thrust his hips up. Tackett screamed, feeling the burn and stretch as Micah went deep, shouting all kinds of crazy shit.
Micah found his rhythm, slamming in and out of Tackett, mumbling his own kind of nonsense until he planted a hand on either side of Tackett’s head and smashed their mouths together, kissing and licking as he pistoned in and out of Tackett’s ass. “Oh God. Feels so good.” Micah tipped his head back, visibly shaking. “Can’t believe… so tight….”
The rest of his words were lost when he suddenly grabbed Tackett’s leg, spreading him wide, and brutally plunged in and out of Tackett. They were reduced to a series of grunts and growls as they chased their orgasms, rutting with animalistic need.
It was hard and fast, and Tackett was screaming Micah’s name as he started to cum, semen covering his chest and stomach, ass clenching tight on Micah’s pulsing cock as he came deep in Tackett’s ass. Hands roamed, muscles flexed, as they wrung every drop out of the other. Micah collapsed heavily onto Tackett’s chest.
Too boneless to move, Tackett couldn’t respond to the kiss pressed to his lips, nor did he have the strength to stop Micah from rolling off him. He was enjoying his post-orgasm stupor, barely registering anything beyond the sweet ache in his ass and how good he felt. Tackett supposed he should be cleaning up his boy; it was, after all, Micah’s reward. But he simply couldn’t find the energy to lift his head, let alone his body. Micah didn’t seem to mind; at least, he didn’t complain, returning to the bed a moment later and sliding in next to him. Micah’s hand instantly sought out Tackett’s chest, petting as he pressed close.
Somewhere, Tackett reached down into his last reserves of strength, wrapped an arm around his boy, and kissed the top of his head. “You okay?” His words were a little slurred.
“I am so much better than okay.” Micah lifted his head and stared at him, that look of wonderment still shining in his blue eyes. “You…. Seeing you like that, touching you….” He shook his head. “Jesus, after hearing you beg me to fuck you, I may have to rethink my position in our relationship.”
Tackett should have swatted his naughty ass, maybe shoved the pup and his twinkling eyes onto the floor, shown some kind of dominance, but damn, he felt good and warm and wasn’t about to punish himself for the actions of his naughty pup. Instead, he growled a little, winced a little, blew out the candle on the bedside table, and rolled them, throwing a leg over Micah’s hip and burying his face in the damp curls at Micah’s neck. “Don’t get used to it, boy. That was a rare treat.” He ran his hand down Micah’s back to his ass and squeezed. “Plus you like getting spanked too much to ever be a Dom.”
“That I do, Sir,” Micah snickered, wiggling a bit. He stilled with a sated sigh when the hand Tackett had on his ass went from squeezing to caressing.
Breathing in Micah’s scent, Tackett was drifting to that place between awake and asleep when Micah said softly, “Can I ask you something?”
“Mm hmm” was all he could manage.
“If you weren’t here with me right now, what would you be doing?”
“Sleeping.”
“No, I mean…. Well, I know you have a lot of friends, a busy life and all, but I never saw you bring anyone to the club or ever take anyone home. I guess…. I don’t know what I’m asking, Sir. It just seems….” Micah huffed out a breath. “Never mind, Sir.”
Continuing to caress Micah, Tackett pulled back slightly. There wasn’t much light coming in from the window, but enough he could tell Micah’s eyes were open and he was staring at him. “Seems what?” he encouraged.
“The last couple of nights, being in your bed, not being able to touch you,” he said, his hand caressing, moving constantly on Tackett’s skin, “I hated it, almost as much as I hated sleeping in the spare room. This seems a much better way to spend the night than being all alone.”
Tackett considered Micah’s words for a moment. While it was true he’d discovered he liked having Micah in his bed, he didn’t want to think yet about not having the man there at the end of the week. Before Micahactually, before Ty’s collaring ceremonyhe hadn’t ever felt lonely.
“It is,” he finally responded, “but I never felt alone before, either.”
“And now?” Micah asked hesitantly.
“Nope.” He pulled Micah closer. “I’m not alone.”
Micah was quiet for a long moment, but Tackett could feel the tension in his muscles and knew he wasn’t satisfied with the answer he’d been given. When the question Micah was building up to ask finally came, it was whispered low, barely audible, against Tackett’s chest, as if he was afraid to ask or maybe afraid to hear the answer. “Would you miss me if I wasn’t here, Sir?”
Tackett didn’t even have to consider the question. “Yes, pup, I would,” he answered honestly. “Now go to sleep.”
But as Micah sighed happily and hugged him, Tackett did consider his answer as he tried to find the sleep that had, only moments ago, seemed so easy to drift off into.
