Virgin Territory (4 page)

Aaron was quite capable of laying claim to every part of him from the other side of the room. Danny could only guess at what the other man, what his first ever
dom
, would be able to do once he was within touching distance.

Tossing his T-shirt on the floor, Danny crouched down and undid his laces. His fingers were clumsy and uncooperative. Under Aaron’s gaze he felt like a boy who’d only just learned how to tie grown-up shoes. The more aware he was of his failings, the more pronounced they seemed to be. A lifetime passed before he was able to kick his boots aside. One brief hesitation and he paused to pull off his socks, remembering just in time that there was no such thing as a man who would look hot standing in the middle of his bedroom wearing nothing but a pair of thick navy blue socks.

All at once, there was no avoiding it. His jeans had to go.

Danny swallowed.

Yes, lots of guys had seen him naked in the changing rooms. At that moment, Danny suddenly remembered that not one of them had seen him sporting wood. The realisation did lots of things to his stress levels—none of them were good.

Chapter Three

Danny was gorgeous. Aaron still wasn’t sure if he was aware of it or not, but Danny really was a beautiful young man. The more Danny revealed, the more there was to admire. Without his T-shirt hiding the top half of his body, his stomach and chest were already displayed in all their glory.

With just a smattering of dark hairs to disrupt the view, each line of muscle was clearly defined. He had youth on his side, but he obviously had a hell of a lot of time in the gym under his belt too. His shoulders were broad, his abs were delicious. A line of hair led from his belly button to the top of his jeans.

Danny’s fingers gripped the denim there and stilled.

“There’s going slow, and then there’s coming to a complete stop,” Aaron observed.

Danny’s Adam’s apple bobbed rapidly—that was the only sign of movement. For several seconds, Aaron wasn’t sure if the boy’s nerves were going to get the better of him. It certainly wouldn’t have made him the first gay man to have a false start when he initially tried to enjoy life outside the closet.

But, no. As suddenly as they’d stilled, Danny’s fingers began to move. Slowly, and somewhat jerkily, he pushed the button through the hole in the denim. A tiny pause and he undid the next button. Bit by bit, he spread his fly open. Dark blue fabric parted to reveal light blue boxer briefs.

Aaron’s lips twitched as he realised it was a hell of a long time since he’d done a scene with a guy who didn’t go commando when visiting a leather bar, just to save time.

Danny pushed his jeans down an inch and Aaron focused all his attention on the here and now. The outline of Danny’s cock came into view, stretching thin cotton away from the boy’s body. The fabric covering the tip of his shaft was already damp with pre-come.

No doubt Danny had great legs, and they were just as well proportioned and muscular as the rest of him but Aaron couldn’t have put his hand on any part of his own anatomy and sworn to it. As Danny wriggled out of his jeans and kicked them aside, Aaron’s gaze remained intent of those parts of boy that were still hidden away from him.

“Come here.”

Danny hesitated with his fingers already hooked into the elastic on his tight boxers. His obedience wasn’t immediate, but it was complete. He moved to stand where he had once before, between Aaron’s boots—only this time his own feet were bare.

“Carry on,” Aaron ordered.

Danny fidgeted with the elastic. The fact that Aaron would now command an even closer view of his soon-to-be-revealed cock seemed to have made him acutely aware of who was in charge and supremely conscious of just how vulnerable he was. It even sent a virginal blush to his cheeks.

Aaron glanced up and met Danny’s gaze. The boy didn’t look away; he seemed instead to silently plead for reassurance.

“If your locker room comparisons have you believing that you’ve got anything to be embarrassed about, you really need to give me the name of your gym,” Aaron told him, with a heavy dose of mock gravity. “But, you’d best not let word get out to the gay population in general or every size queen within a hundred miles will descend on the place.”

The tension of the moment shattered. Danny let out a shocked chuckle. His shoulders squared and his confidence regained, he reached for the edge of his boxers again.

“Remember what I said,” Aaron warned. “Slowly. Unless you liked the idea of being spanked tonight as well as tied up and topped.”

Danny made no comment on his preference in that particular matter, but if the idea dented the eroticism of the moment, no one told Danny’s cock.

He pushed the fabric down with obediently slow movements.

Aaron watched, enjoying every second of the gradual reveal. Danny’s shaft came into view an inch at a time. The waistband passed over the tip. His erection jerked up to stand proudly away from his body—probably as hard as it had ever been in Danny’s life.

Aaron remained silent. He waited until Danny had taken his boxers all the way down his legs and thrown them aside before he reached out and wrapped his hand around Danny’s shaft.

If he’d had any lingering doubts about Danny’s lack of experience, the way Danny gasped, just at feeling another man’s fingers touch his cock, was enough to destroy them. He grabbed Aaron’s shoulder to steady himself as that first rush of sensations almost sent him to his knees and kept his eyes closed tightly for several seconds.

Tightening and relaxing the pressure he applied via each finger, Aaron kept all his attention on Danny’s face. The look of pure awe in his eyes when he finally looked down and saw Aaron’s hand holding his erection sent more adrenaline pumping through Aaron’s veins than a full-on whipping might have, if he’d been with a more experienced man.

If the whimper Danny let out was anything to go by, he was just as enthralled by the experience as Aaron could have hoped he’d be.

Carefully controlling his caress, Aaron slowly toyed with Danny’s cock, just for the pleasure of watching his reactions. All too soon, he knew he’d be a fool to risk any more. He took away his hand.

Danny’s grip on his shoulder tightened. Disbelief filled his expression. “What the hell is with you?” he demanded. “Why did you—?”

“Is that all you want from this evening, to be jacked off? Do you want to come now?”

The answer was clear in Danny’s gaze. He wanted that, and he wanted everything else too. He wanted it all now, to get off on everything, to try everything and to be everything he’d fantasised about through all the time he’d been stuck in the closet. Danny didn’t have the experience to plan out a scene, to know when to hold back, when to switch rhythms.

“If you just want to swap hands, that’s fine. If you want more, put on the cuffs,” Aaron ordered, letting just a hint of the disciplinarian enter his voice.

Danny glanced across at the leather restraints. He stood so near, Aaron saw each tiny detail of his reaction. Danny’s chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath.

“This is the last decision I’ll order you to make for yourself tonight,” Aaron informed him. “So make sure it’s the right one.”

Danny glared down at him as if he was being a bastard, which Aaron hadn’t actually intended to be at that particular moment in time. Aaron’s lips twitched at the realisation. A real smile came to the fore when Danny marched around to the side of the bed, grabbed one of the cuffs and buckled it around his wrist.

His movements were surprisingly fluid and practiced. He’d obviously taken the time to get to know his equipment, even if he’d never invited anyone else to come and use it with him. Danny wrapped the other cuff around his left wrist before turning to glare at Aaron, his eyes full of challenge and defiance.

Aaron stood up. He had the perfect cure for a man like Danny—for a boy who thought he was the best thing that had ever hit the kinky scene, and who might be tempted to act like a brat.

He stepped forward until they stood toe to toe, Danny naked and Aaron fully clothed. The boy wasn’t much shorter than him, and he was probably strong enough to give as good as he got. That was as irrelevant as what each of them did or did not wear.

Without giving Danny the slightest warning, Aaron made his move.

One moment the only thing on Danny’s mind was showing Aaron that “virgin” and “submissive” weren’t interchangeable terms. Perhaps his best friend had ruined any possibility of him pretending he wasn’t the former, but he was still willing to be damned if he let that mean he had no choice but to be the latter. But, the next thing he knew, perfection caressed his lips, demanded access to his mouth and took complete possession of him.

His nerve endings sent sensations rushing toward his brain like a whole series of runaway trains. There were far too many of them. A crash was inevitable. Any attempt at pretending he knew what he was doing or that he was capable of playing in the same league as Aaron exploded, taking Danny’s sanity with it.

Aaron moved his hand against the back of Danny’s head, threading his fingers through Danny’s hair and taking up a tight grip on the longest strands. Danny let out a pleasure-filled gasp as Aaron tugged on his hair, forcing him to tip back his head.

At the same time, Aaron’s mouth moved against Danny’s lips. His tongue danced and twisted in ways that couldn’t be possible in a mere mortal. Only a god could kiss like this, a kinky leather-clad god who’d been sent to earth specifically to screw Danny senseless.

As a way to compensate him for making him stay closeted and scared to come out for so many years, it was up there with winning the lottery; equal even to receiving a cape, underwear to put on over his trousers, and the ability to save the world.

Danny wouldn’t have traded that kiss for
anything
.

Aaron scraped his teeth across Danny’s top lip before delivering a fleeting caress with his tongue. Danny squirmed within Aaron’s hold on him, desperate for more but unsure how to get it. Aaron touched his teeth against the sensitive skin inside Danny’s lower lip. Aaron bit.

Danny tried to pull back, more shocked than hurt. But, no—Aaron allowed no retreat. His teeth held on to Danny’s lip, his hand remained on the back of Danny’s head. That was a positive thing, Danny slowly realised, as the kiss changed again.

If Aaron hadn’t checked his retreat, Danny now saw that he’d have cheated himself out of the pleasure of having any temporary discomfort kissed away. Suddenly, there wasn’t a single bit of Danny’s body that he’d try to stop Aaron from biting, just for the joy of having it kissed afterward.

Until that moment, ninety percent of Danny’s body had been frozen in place. Now, he remembered that Aaron wasn’t the only man in the room with arms. He reached out and slid his hands against Aaron’s arse, palming the round, full muscles through his trousers.

Aaron had an amazing arse. Danny had thoroughly enjoyed checking him out when he first spotted him in the club, but admiring his backside through his trousers couldn’t compete with feeling the tight muscles tense and relax as Aaron rocked his hips and rubbed their bodies together.

Danny had to get rid of the leather separating them. He had to. He growled against Aaron’s lips and fumbled at the back of his trousers. It was no use. Aaron’s belt made it impossible for him to slide his hand down the back of his trousers to cop a proper feel.

Giving up on that, Danny tipped his head back in response to a harder tug on his hair. Aaron nipped the tip of his tongue as the movement made Danny open his mouth, but Danny only parted his lips wider, loving the shot of adrenaline the bite offered him.

A new tactic. Clumsy with need, he frantically tried to worm his hand between them and find Aaron’s belt buckle. He had to feel skin under his hand while he groped his first ever lover. Leather was his favourite material in existence, but barriers between them were a crime against all that was noble and beautiful in the world.

“No.” Aaron stepped back.

Danny froze. “What?”

Aaron caught hold of Danny’s wrists, just below the cuffs.

Cuffs… Danny had only applied the restraints to himself some ten or fifteen minutes earlier. Now, he looked down at them as if he’d never seen them before.

“Those cuffs are on you for a reason,” Aaron said. “You’re not allowed to reach for cock tonight.”

“I wasn’t trying to!”

Aaron raised an eyebrow, so bloody sure of himself. So confident that he had the right to act like the adult, the expert, the dom.

“I was trying to undo your belt so I could grab your arse properly,” Danny snapped.

Aaron laughed. “Well, you’re not allowed to do that either.”

Who the hell do you think you are, telling me what I can and can’t do?

For better or worse, the answer rushed to the front of Danny’s mind, hot on the heels of the question.

He’s the man I promised to obey.

Danny grunted with frustration, as annoyed with his own confused thoughts as he was with anything Aaron had done now, or might do in the future.

Aaron let go of Danny’s wrists and pushed against his chest. Caught off guard, he tumbled backward onto the bed. He’d barely had time to bounce once before Aaron grabbed his nearest wrist and fastened the cuff to one of the thick black-metal bedposts.