Time Out of Mind (Suncoast Society #43)(50)

Mevi bit down on his lower lip to keep from moaning.

“Oh, when it doesn’t matter, you better believe I want to hear your noises. Don’t you ever try to hide them when we don’t need to.” He leaned in and licked the head of Mevi’s cock.

Now he whined, desperate to hold back, not explode. “That’s the kind of noises I like.” He continued teasing Mevi, swirling his tongue around the head, flicking at the slit, licking up and down the sides of Mevi’s shaft. Then he shoved his thighs apart and tucked a towel under him.

“First, though, my boy needs his virgin ass stretched so he can take my cock. Because before we go to bed tonight, you will have had my cock in there. I’m going to claim what’s mine.”

Another word, said in that way, that threatened to make Mevi’s balls explode.

Lovingly possessive.

It’s all he wanted to be—belonging to him.

Doyle, still dressed, rolled a condom onto the butt plug, slathered it with lube, then added lube to his fingers and started probing Mevi’s virgin rim.

“Look at me,” Doyle ordered in that tone, the one that Mevi had fallen in love with.

His Dominant tone.

“Beg me for it.”

“Please, Sir. Please f*ck my ass!”

“My ass, boy. That’s my ass, my cock, my mouth. Not yours. I own you, so I own them, too.”

“Yes, Sir! Please f*ck your ass!”

Doyle chuckled and leaned in to kiss him. “Okay, that does sound a little silly. I think the proper subbie syntax should be, ‘Please f*ck your boy’s ass.’”

“Please f*ck your boy’s ass, Sir!”

“Mmm.” One finger slipped through Mevi’s rim, drawing a long, low moan from him as Doyle slowly f*cked him with it. “You beg sooo nicely, boy. Be prepared to do a lot of begging in the future.” He continued to f*ck him with his finger.

When he added a little more lube and started working a second finger in, that’s when Mevi whined, the pinching burn momentarily taking the edge off his need. Doyle slowly f*cked him with two fingers, leaning in and occasionally sucking on Mevi’s cock as he did. As he scissored his fingers in Mevi’s ass, he swirled his tongue around the head of his cock.

This was…amazing.

No wonder sex had never been a big deal to him. It’d never been this good. Sex with Bonnie had mostly been a way to sleep in bed with her and not be alone. An excuse to cuddle all night just to have human contact. He couldn’t even count how many times he’d faked it with her, since they always used a condom for intercourse. A quick withdrawal and trip to the bathroom to dispose of it and she was none the wiser.

Sometimes she’d been able to get him over sucking him off, but only if he fantasized about guys while she did.

Both Doyle’s mouth and fingers disappeared. Mevi lifted his head to look. Doyle took the butt plug and pressed the tip of it against his rim, gently pushing. As he slowly started f*cking it into Mevi’s ass, Doyle arched an eyebrow at him. “Push against it, just a little.”

He did, gasping when it suddenly slid into place. It wasn’t a bad feeling, it was just…different.

He couldn’t wait until it was Doyle’s cock.

“Good boy.” Doyle stood and walked into the bathroom. Mevi heard water running, and he returned a moment later. Then he started unbuttoning his shirt. “We’re going to start the evening with you over my lap and getting a spanking, because I want to make that sweet ass of yours nice and red before I f*ck you.” He dropped his shirt onto the pile of clothes already on the floor and worked on his slacks.

Once he did that, he climbed onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard, and patted his lap. “Head on my left because I’m a righty.” He smiled. “Skills test since I’m making you do it with your hands tied.”

Mevi managed to get rolled over and edge his way up the bed to where Doyle was smiling at him. Every movement made the plug in his ass rub against really good nerve endings he’d never even known were there in the first place.

Holy crap!





Shoving away thoughts of the rest of the world, it was all Doyle could do not to sadistically giggle as he watched Mevi struggle to get rolled over and up the bed to stretch out over his lap. From the pre-cum still dripping from Mevi’s stiff cock, Doyle knew he had a good chance of his boy exploding.

Once Mevi was stretched out over his thighs, Doyle took a moment to slowly stroke his back, his shoulders.

“My sweet, perfect boy,” he said. “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t wanted to do this to you for a while.” His right hand squeezed Mevi’s left ass cheek, then the right. With his left hand cupped around the back of Mevi’s neck to keep him in place, he started spanking him. Not as hard as he could, but not just playing, either. Every few strokes, he played with the base of the butt plug, pressing on it, not pulling it all the way out but f*cking him with it a little.

Every time he did, it made Mevi moan, stirring Doyle’s cock.

Finally, once both of his ass cheeks bore a nice, pink glow over the marks Tilly had left there from their last session, Doyle patted the top of Mevi’s head. “Sit up, boy.”

He slowly got up, and Doyle was happy to see he looked completely subspacey.

He patted the bed next to him. “Lie down. On your back.”