Tarot's Touch (6 page)

“Agnes! Did I just hear you chatting up my boyfriend?” Alex gave her a hug as they collided in the doorway.

“Oh you!” She gave him a light cuff around the ear. “Behave!”

Alex gave her a cheeky grin as he closed the door behind her.

Alex became strangely still and silent. Conor turned toward him, wondering what he was doing.

“What are you…?”

Catching sight of the predatory look on Alex’s face, Conor slid off the stool and backed warily against the counter. Alex took long strides toward him before cupping his neck and pulling him into a deep, hungry kiss.

Eventually he pulled away but kept his hand in place, stroking Conor’s neck.

“That leather clings to your body in a way that should be illegal. The question now is whether to eat dinner or you. I have a serious appetite for both.”

Conor smiled, feeling shy and turned on at the same time.

“Fuck, Conor. Don’t do that!”

“Do what?” Conor leaned forward and nibbled on Alex’s earlobe.

“Smile at me.”

“You’re joking?” Conor stared at him.

“One smile and you’ve got me so horny I could explode.”

“That doesn’t sound like a good reason for stopping.”

Conor went back to planting soft kisses down Alex’s neck. Alex pressed his hand against the small of Conor’s back, bringing him closer then slid it into the back of his trousers.

“That tickles!” Conor wriggled, trying to dislodge Alex’s hand.

“You’re so warm.” Alex wasn’t to be deterred. He explored further, slipping his fingers beneath Conor’s shorts to stroke his arse.

“Hmm. Tight fit.” He pushed a finger between Conor’s cheeks and teased his entrance with light pressure. He pressed their bodies together, and Conor could feel Alex’s rigid erection jabbing at him, even through leather and cloth. He was just as hard himself. He rubbed against Alex to make sure he knew it.

“I need to shower…” Conor gasped the words from between gritted teeth.

“Mmm. I do remember thinking about scrubbing you down earlier today and then being unable to get the thought out of my head.” Alex withdrew his exploring hand and gave Conor’s arse a pat. “Go and warm up the shower. I’ll be up to join you in a bit after I’ve thrown something together for dinner.”

“You just need to set the oven timer—Agnes left shepherd’s pie in the fridge for us.”

Alex lipped his lips. “Yum. That woman is worth her weight in gold, diamonds, chocolate—whatever the hell she wants.”

“She said we have to eat vegetables with it.” Conor headed for the stairs.

“Well I’m not peeling carrots while you shower all alone—it’ll have to be frozen peas!” Alex shouted after him.

Conor padded into the master bathroom. There was more room than in the en suite. He didn’t undress. Alex liked to reserve that pleasure for himself. He just turned on the shower and waited. A quick glance in the mirror told him that he needed to shave so he dug a fresh razor and shaving gel out of the bathroom cabinet. His hair had gotten little longer, the dark strands brushing his collar. He fingered an errant curl and sighed, pushing back the memories of Rasputin hacking off the short tail he used to have. His hand trembled. He shut his eyes as nightmarish images threatened to overwhelm him. Then Alex’s arms wrapped around him from behind and a hand brushed his cheek.

“Bad memories?”

Conor turned into Alex’s embrace and let his lover hug the fear away. “Pathetic, isn’t it?”

Alex rubbed his back in slow circles. “You look pale. It’ll be my pleasure to bring the flush back to your cheeks.”

Conor rested his head on Alex’s shoulder and soaked up his strength. “It feels so weak to be affected by him after all this time. So stupid.”

Alex stroked his hair. “Don’t ever think that. Bates put you through hell and I don’t think the memories will ever disappear. They might just fade a bit more—become easier to live with.”

Conor sighed and nuzzled against him. “The stupidest things set me off. I was just thinking that my hair had got a bit longer and remembered him cutting it off.”

“Do you want to grow it long again?”

Conor turned so that he could look in the mirror. His back rested against Alex’s chest.

“I thought you preferred it shorter?” Conor stroked Alex’s forearm that encircled him protectively.

“I do, providing it’s long enough to get a good grip…” Alex illustrated his point by threading his fingers through Conor’s hair and tugging it, tilting his head and exposing his slim neck for a gentle bite.

Conor moaned and squirmed in his grip. “Then I’ll get it trimmed… Oh Christ!”

Alex rubbed Conor’s nipples through his thin T-shirt, agitating them until they hardened into sensitive peaks.

“Please, Alex…stop!”

“I know you don’t mean that.” Alex yanked Conor’s T-shirt off over his head and resumed his torture against bare flesh. “Do you?”

“Yes! I mean no… I can’t… Fuck!”

A sharp tweak sent bolts of lightning toward his groin. Pain and pleasure fired his nerves into hypersensitivity and he ground shamelessly against Alex’s cock.

“I thought not.”

Alex pulled him round and replaced pinching fingers with lips and teeth until Conor’s nipples throbbed. He trailed his tongue up to Conor’s shoulder and sucked up a dark red mark.

Conor sobbed with need.

“One day, I’ll have you pierced.”

“No…”

“Oh yes. Pierced here.” He flicked one nipple. “And here.” The other got the same treatment. Alex smirked and turned his attention to the button on Conor’s waistband. He slipped it free then ripped down leathers and underwear in one aggressive motion.

“And definitely here!” Alex shoved his hand between Conor’s legs and rubbed the sensitive skin behind his balls.

Conor kicked away the clothes tangled around his feet.

“You want to pierce me
there
? No…you can’t!”

“One day. Soon.” Alex sounded so certain.

Why the hell does that turn me on so much?
Conor held his breath as Alex sank to the floor in front of him, grabbed his arse with both hands then took Conor’s aching dick into his mouth. The edge of the sink pressed a bruising line into his back as Alex sucked fiercely. He wasn’t gentle. Conor grabbed the towel rail with one hand to keep his balance and closed his eyes against the onslaught. Distracted by a hot, wet mouth, he didn’t notice what else Alex was doing until Alex pushed a dry finger into his channel and twisted. Conor bit his own lip so hard he tasted blood and came with a hot gush down Alex’s throat.

Conor shuddered, his legs almost giving way. Alex half carried him into the shower where he leaned gratefully against the cool tiles and let the spray wash away the film of perspiration that coated his body. Alex stripped and joined him, hugging away the last tremors that shook Conor’s frame. Alex kissed him beneath the spray and for a few precious moments, Conor was lost to everything but his lover.

Words weren’t necessary as he enjoyed the sensation of Alex stroking his slick, soapy skin. The scent of fresh mint cleansed his senses and his mind of the darkness that lurked there. Alex left the water first, wrapping a dark blue towel around lean hips.

“I’ll leave you to shave.” He picked up the fresh razor next to the sink and gave Conor a meaningful look. He rubbed his towel up and down then threw it onto the rail. Conor swallowed as he took in gleaming golden skin over hard muscle and an even harder erection jutting from cropped blond curls. The rear view was just as good. Alex swung the door shut behind him and Conor took some deep breaths. He didn’t want to use a razor around his most delicate parts when his hands were shaking.

He shaved his face first, taking his time. The routine of it calmed him so that, once he was done, applying the razor to his groin was not such a nerve-racking experience. It still took a while, even though his balls were hairless and didn’t need to be done. Satisfied that his skin was nice and smooth, he applied a layer of moisturizer. Razor burn around his dick was not something he ever wanted to experience.

He gave the bathroom a cursory tidy then tentatively pushed open the bathroom door. He wasn’t quite as comfortable in his skin as Alex was—the scars across his chest still made him self-conscious. There was something hanging from the door handle… A closer look revealed flimsy briefs made from the sheerest black silk. His face heated. Alex had a thing for impractical underwear, even though Conor preferred simple black cotton. The pleasure it gave Alex was worth the embarrassment, though, and Conor knew it was unlikely he’d be wearing them long. He slipped back into the bathroom and pulled them on. The fabric was sheer and clung to him tenaciously. His cock and balls were clearly outlined and the silk dipped between his arse cheeks, pulling tight.
Alex will love these
. Against his freshly shaved skin, the wispy garment felt like the gentlest caress and he began to get hard again.
He’ll like that even more!

A tingle of anticipation traveled the length of his spine as Conor crossed the landing from the bathroom to the bedroom. It was dimly lit—the heavy curtains drawn, shutting out the night. Alex waited in the armchair in the corner of the room. He sucked in his breath with a hiss as Conor quietly closed the door and turned toward him. Conor took in the sight of Alex, naked and relaxed, sprawled in the chair. His legs were spread, his cock hard. Conor wanted nothing more than to drop to his knees in front of him and have a taste, but he wouldn’t do anything without an order from Alex.

“I know you don’t like me to comment on the way you look, but you’ll have to indulge me,” Alex drawled. “You are absolutely gorgeous.”

Conor ducked his head and scuffed a foot into the carpet pile. He licked his lips, trying to get some moisture into his dry mouth. His dick throbbed in time with his quickening pulse as Alex stood.

“That underwear is perfect.”

“It’s virtually transparent, Alex.”

“Mmm. It is, isn’t it?”

Conor turned toward the bed, and a little jolt of anxiety shot through him. On the covers lay several long strips of black silk. Nestled among them was a metal ring with a curved metal arm extending from it, ending in a small metal ball bearing. He retreated a pace and found himself imprisoned by Alex’s embrace. Alex’s erection jabbed into his lower back, and he kissed Conor’s neck softly.

“Don’t be scared. It’s just you and me. If this isn’t okay with you, it isn’t okay with me.”

Conor relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of Alex’s bare chest against his skin. Alex loved to tie him up and Conor found it hugely erotic, even more so because Alex always checked first.

“I love you, Sir.” Conor’s whispered words were also permission and he could sense Alex’s smile.

“I love you too. I love that you trust me enough to allow this. Now, I want you to stand still.”

Conor locked his knees in an effort to stop his legs from shaking as Alex moved away from him, the security of Alex’s body behind him already missed. Alex pulled one strip of cloth from the bed, folded it lengthways then positioned it across Conor’s eyes, tying the ends in a tight knot behind his head. Conor tried to slow his breathing, adjusting to the darkness and disorientation. Alex was supporting him, helping him maintain his balance, but he was also touching. He stroked every inch of Conor’s skin, brushed across the sheer fabric of his underwear, gave him a gentle squeeze.

“Can you see anything?”

Conor shook his head. “No, Sir. Nothing.”

“Good.”

Conor took a rapid intake of breath as Alex peeled the flimsy shorts down his legs. He stepped out of them carefully, letting Alex balance him. He straightened, the weight of his semi-hard cock bobbing.

“I’m going to put the ring on you now. Did you see it?”

“Briefly, Sir.”

Conor had seen enough to know that it wasn’t an average cock ring.

“It fits just below the head of your dick. I’ll warm it up a bit first. It’s hinged, so I don’t need to push it on. Don’t worry. I’ll be very careful.”

The solid band nestled below Conor’s cockhead.

“It’s tight, Sir. The pressure just there is…amazing. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“Now the good bit. There’s a hook, ending in a solid metal ball that’s going to swivel around and sit just inside your urethra.”

“No! Alex… Sir!”

“Don’t worry, I’m putting plenty of lube on the ball.”

“No!” Conor gasped as the little ball penetrated the end of his dick and sat just inside, making its presence felt. It didn’t hurt at all. It did press into ultra-sensitive flesh.

“Bloody hell!”

“Feels good, doesn’t it? It makes the head of your cock feel harder.”

Alex gave the tip a light flick and Conor saw stars beneath the blindfold. His thighs trembled.

“No more soft and gentle.” Alex’s voice had a rough edge.

The shove that pushed Conor back onto the bed was forceful enough to make him bounce as he landed. Silk whispered against his skin. Alex knotted strips of fabric around his wrists then pulled Conor’s arms high and wide over his head. He tied the free ends to the cast iron headboard. The bindings were immoveable but not uncomfortable. He flexed his arms experimentally but there was no give. He wouldn’t be going anywhere until Alex allowed it.

Without warning, Alex bit into one nipple, then the other. Conor’s back arched and he gasped at the feeling—the sensation of sharp, delicious pain heightened by his lack of sight. He was intensely aware of the small ball inside him, rubbing, stimulating. As the head of his cock became more swollen, the metal ring tightened, pressing against his sensitized flesh. It was the most exquisite torture but when Alex began to flick his cock with sharp little taps, Conor’s whimpers of pleasure turned to yelps of frustration.

Alex applied pressure until Conor bent his legs, then pushed them back. Conor felt the cool slick of lube around his exposed entrance. Alex took his time using two, then three, fingers to stretch Conor thoroughly. He found Conor’s prostate and applied a little pressure.

“Do you think you’re ready for me, love?”

“Yes!” Conor shouted his frustration. “Please! Now. I need you
now
.”