Hot Sauce (Suncoast Society #26)(8)

Hell, Lyle had started trying to rock his hips in time with Reed’s hand, except that most of the man’s body was pinning him in place and every time Lyle tried to match the rhythm of Reed’s strokes, the man would change it up.

Maddening in the good way.

“Dammit, don’t f*cking tease me,” Lyle said.

“That’s not a safeword, and you know it.”

“Fuck. Please, make me come.”

The fingers around his cock gripped him more firmly. “What was that?”

“Please, make me come. I’m f*cking horny, and I want to come.”

“You come all over my hand, you know the rules.”

“Yes, I know the rules.” Hell, he’d been the one who’d made the rules.

He gasped when Reed played dirty, releasing their cocks and shoving two fingers into Lyle’s moth. Lyle eagerly sucked on them, tasting their mixed juices, his cock throbbing even more in loud protest at the interruption.

Reed leaned in, his eyes staring into Lyle’s, fingers still shoved in his mouth. “You come all over my hand, you clean up every last drop. You know, I think I want to f*ck your ass tonight. You blew me the other night, and you f*cked me in the shower the other morning.” He grinned. “My turn to plow that gorgeous ass of yours.”

Lyle moaned, his mind swirling deep in subspace, wanting everything, wanting it all.

“What happens if I get you hard again while I’m f*cking you?” Reed whispered.

Lyle softly moaned before answering. It wasn’t a case of if, it was a case of when, another reason Reed was tormenting him like this. “I have to keep myself hard, get you hard again, and then give you a show while I’m riding your cock.”

Reed’s eyebrows lifted in amusement. “Yes, you do. What happens if you don’t get me hard again?”

Another soft moan. “I have to ride the stunt cock until you let me come.”

The stunt cock being a strap-on they’d picked up originally for a female partner to use to peg them during play, but it’d gotten most of its use between just the two of them, as a standin when one of them needed a little recovery time, or couldn’t get it up again, and yet there was still playtime energy to be expended.

What Reed would do in those cases would be to lie on his back, cuff Lyle’s hands behind him, and slowly jerk Lyle off while Lyle straddled him and rode the stunt cock.

The standing record thus far of Reed edging him like that without Lyle losing his hard-on or coming was nearly an hour.

A deliciously torturous hour.

Especially if Reed attached nipple clamps to him at the same time, or used a silicone cock ring on him to make it more difficult for him to come.

Lyle preferred tying Reed up while the man was lying on his back, helpless and hog-tied, and f*cking him with the strap-on while edging him. Then there was the time Lyle had stuck a vibrating butt plug in Reed and straddled his mouth, making him lick and suck his balls and rim him while Lyle had edged him. That had lasted nearly forty minutes before Reed’s cock finally exploded.

Reed pulled his fingers from Lyle’s mouth and reached between their bodies again. This time, even more pre-cum had pooled there, and his hand easily glided over Lyle’s cock, pressed against his own, as if he’d dumped lube all over them.

Reed nipped Lyle’s lower lip. “You know what I want,” Reed teased. “You might as well give it to me now. No use fighting it.” Reed knew exactly how to stroke, how to keep the head of his own cock rubbing just under the head of Lyle’s, how to cup his fingers around Lyle’s shaft, the perfect amount of pressure to use—

Lyle gasped as his orgasm surged up out of his balls, his juices coating Reed’s fingers and both their stomachs as Reed stroked him harder, faster, forcing Lyle to take it until Reed’s hand finally slowed and stopped.

Catching his breath, Lyle already had his mouth open as Reed brought his hand up again and started feeding his own cum to him. Getting his own kind of revenge, he licked and sucked Reed’s fingers as if they were Reed’s cock, laving his tongue over them and drawing a hiss of pleasure from Reed.

“Dammit, you f*cking know how to turn me on,” Reed said.

Lyle smiled as best he could around the fingers in his mouth, his gaze fixed on Reed.

Reed released Lyle’s hands and sat up. He kept dipping back into the puddle of cum, making Lyle clean it from his fingers, until he finally leaned in and kissed him again.

“Okay,” Reed hoarsely said. “I can’t f*cking wait any longer. Assume the position.”

Reed arose from the bed and headed to the bathroom. When he returned, with a tube of lube, two condoms, a towel, and wipes, Lyle was on his hands and knees, waiting.

“Fuck, I love your ass.” Reed gave him a couple of light, stingy bare-handed swats across both cheeks. It only took him a moment to get Lyle’s hole lubed up before he rolled one of the condoms on himself, slathered it with lube as well, and then knelt between Lyle’s legs.

Reaching forward, he grabbed Lyle by the back of the neck and shoved his head down against the mattress. “Get that ass in the air. You know you want me to f*ck you.”

Lyle let out a moan, already feeling his cock beginning to stir again. Yes, he loved this side of Reed, the alpha, the Dominant, the sadist.

Reed kept his hand on the back of Lyle’s neck as he fed his cock into Lyle’s ass with the other.