Hot Sauce (Suncoast Society #26)(9)

Lyle closed his eyes, spreading his legs a little wider, arching his back, trying to rock his hips to take him in more deeply.

“Yeah, that’s it. You can’t lie to me.” Now with the head of his cock past the outer ring of muscle, Reed held onto Lyle’s hip with his free hand. “Start f*cking that ass onto my cock. Show me what you want.”

Lyle did, eyes closed, breath racing as he rocked back and forth, impaling himself more deeply on Reed’s cock until he felt the man’s thighs touching his.

“There you go.” Reed sat up and then reached under Lyle. It only took a couple of firm strokes of Lyle’s cock to get him fully hard again.

Reed let out an evil chuckle. “And there you go. Now, you keep one hand on that cock of yours and make sure it stays hard. Don’t you dare come, either.”

Lyle moaned, reaching under him and fisting his cock.

Then Reed started f*cking him. Long, slow strokes at first, taking his time and making sure Lyle was loosened up enough before he started f*cking him, hard, fast, deep, shaking the entire bed with every stroke.

All Lyle could do was hang on to his cock. If he tried to stroke himself, he’d explode from how great it felt with Reed’s cock hitting him in the prostate with every stroke. And it didn’t take Reed long to blow his load, either, ending up with his cock deep inside Lyle and his weight on him, finally collapsing him to the bed.

As Reed laid there on top of Lyle, he trailed kisses along the back of the man’s left shoulder before biting down, hard, until Lyle finally cried out.

Not that he minded the pain. He loved it.

“That cock better still be hard,” Reed said.

“It is.” Pinned under his body and still fisted in his hand, his cock twitched, throbbed, eager for round two to begin.

Reed sat up, used wipes to pull the condom off, cleaned himself and Lyle up, and disposed of everything in the trash can by the bed. Lyle heard him open the bedside table, and then came the feel of a leather cuff being fastened around his free left wrist.

“Sit up.”

Lyle did, pushing up with his right hand. Reed grabbed his hand and yanked it behind Lyle’s back, placing Lyle’s fingers around Reed’s softened cock. Then Reed squirted a little lube into Lyle’s hand.

“You know what to do.”

Blindly, Lyle started jerking the other man off, working by feel alone as Reed kept one arm around Lyle’s chest and holding him upright.

It didn’t take long. In just a few minutes, Lyle felt his partner’s cock begin to harden once more.

Reed bit the top of Lyle’s right shoulder, making him gasp and earning a chuckle from Reed, his cock twitching against Lyle’s palm. “Yeah, you get it easy tonight. No stunt cock for you.”

Reed buckled the second cuff around Lyle’s other wrist and clipped them together. Leaving him sitting up like that, Reed grabbed the condom and rolled it onto his shaft, adding more lube, before stretching out on the bed on his back.

He smiled up at Lyle. “I love this part.”

Yes, the damn sadist did. Lyle struggled and finally managed to straddle Reed without falling over. The trick came trying to get the other man’s cock inside him while his own hands were clipped behind his back.

Reed laid there, his hands laced together under his head, smiling in great amusement as he watched Lyle fumble around.

It took Lyle a couple of minutes and several attempts, but when he finally felt the head of Reed’s cock lined up with his hole, he shoved himself down onto it, gasping with relief to feel it sliding back inside him.

Reed let out a chuckle and reached up, taking Lyle’s cock in his right hand. “Aww, someone must really want to come again. You did that pretty fast.” He used his left to start playing with Lyle’s nipples, back and forth, pinching them hard. “Look at me.”

Lyle had to force his eyes open. He stared down at Reed. A dim pattern of slatted light from the security light in the backyard streamed through the blinds and fell across his face.

“Ride my cock,” Reed ordered. “You want me to make you come, you’d better get moving.”

Lyle did, f*cking the man for all he was worth. It was harder to do like this, without the use of his hands, and Reed damn well knew it.

Because Lyle was the one who’d given him the idea in the first place, when he’d done it to Reed the first time.

Reed’s hand tugged on Lyle’s cock, not enough to get him over, but enough to keep him hard and close to the edge until he was ready to let Lyle come. Lyle’s world had shrunken into a tight, secure cave, this man and their passion, their raw and rough and hard sex. It wasn’t always like this. Sometimes it was slow, gentle loving.

But they both loved a good, hard, dirty f*ck on occasion.

“That’s it,” Reed said, his tone deepening, breath growing faster. “Ride that cock.”

Lyle bounced up and down as fast and hard as he could, grinding his hips at the bottom of every stroke to get every last bit of Reed’s girth inside his hole that he could. When Reed’s free hand dropped to Lyle’s hip, he knew the man must be close.

And then when Reed started stroking Lyle’s cock, harder, faster, he knew Reed was trying to time it just right.

“Yes!” Reed’s hand was a flurry of motion on his cock. Lyle didn’t bother trying to hold back. He let out a grunt of his own as his balls tightened and his second load of the evening ended up all over Reed’s stomach.