Time Out of Mind (Suncoast Society #43)(51)

He did.

Doyle climbed between his legs. “I have a feeling I won’t have any trouble getting you hard again, so you have permission to come.” He swallowed Mevi’s cock, loving the deep, throaty moans rolling from the man.

Especially when he started playing with the butt plug again.

It didn’t take long, less than a couple of minutes, for Doyle to suck the first one out of Mevi. As Mevi started to come, his back arching, Doyle hooked his arms around the man’s thighs to keep him in place, refusing to stop. He wanted to milk every last drop from him, wanted to swallow it, feast on him. He eased up as the last hot, tangy drops of cum stopped flowing, but he didn’t release Mevi’s cock. Instead, he gently sucked, licking, wanting to get him hard again.

At some point, he wanted his boy to f*ck him, too.

Not tonight.

Tonight, he would totally own Mevi, show him how good things were going to be between them.

It took a little while to get him hard again, but Doyle didn’t mind. He was having fun playing with his boy. Once he got him hard, he climbed up Mevi’s body, straddling him, leaning in to kiss him.

Mevi’s lips parted and Doyle swallowed his soft moan when he reached down and tweaked Mevi’s nipples. He kissed his way down Mevi’s throat, nipping and sucking and enjoying himself. Finally, when his own cock couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled the butt plug out and dropped it on the towel. Grabbing a condom, he rolled it on, added more lube, and then nudged the head of his cock against Mevi’s rim.

“Look at me,” he said.

Mevi did, his frantic, needy squirming finally stilling.

“Ask.”

It was a desperate, frantic whisper. “Please f*ck your boy’s ass, Sir!”

He raised Mevi’s legs to his shoulders and leaned in, watching his face, wishing he could freeze this moment in time. “Do you want to be mine?”

“Please make this boy yours!”

He eased forward, reaching down and grabbing Mevi’s hard cock and slowly stroking as he did. The man’s deliciously tight ass squeezed his cock every slowly gained bit of the way. He didn’t force it, he savored it, realizing that maybe stuff he never understood that had happened in his past had all led him to this beautiful, perfect moment.





Doyle’s weight pinned Mevi to the bed, preventing him from rocking against his cock, forcing it through his rim. He wanted him in, deep, completely. With his hands bound, he couldn’t do anything but stare into Doyle’s eyes as, slow thrust by slow thrust, he gained ground each time before withdrawing just to press forward again.

Part of him felt like a virgin again—and, of course, in some ways, he was. He felt reborn, renewed, a chance to be who he was meant to be.

Under this beautiful man.

“Give it to me, baby,” Doyle softly said. “I want you.”

Mevi whined, the delicate knife’s edge Doyle kept him hovering on between the sweet ache in his ass and the amazing sensation of someone else’s hand on his cock spinning him down into beautiful depths.

Finally, Doyle was all the way in, his balls pressing against Mevi’s ass. “You can come, boy,” he said. “I want you to come. I want to feel this gorgeous ass milking my cock.”

He wanted to try, if nothing else to make his Sir happy, to bring him pleasure. He started trying to rock, now able to a little as Doyle sat up, moving with him, withdrawing nearly to the head of his cock before slowly stroking in again and hitting his sweet spot in the process.

All while patiently stroking Mevi’s cock with his hand, slowly milking him.

“I think my boy will be getting a lot of morning spankings and giving me a lot of morning blow jobs,” Doyle said, staring down into his eyes. “How does that sound?”

“Good, Sir. Your boy will do anything.”

Doyle paused, leaning in to kiss him. “I’m sure you will. And I promise, I belong to you just as much as you belong to me. Only you, baby. Now give your Sir another orgasm. Be my good boy.”

Nearly frantic now, Mevi started trying to rock his hips again, Doyle once again moving with him until, finally, he felt the start of it deep in his balls. As Doyle’s hand stroked harder, faster, Mevi’s ass contracted around Doyle’s cock buried inside him, and that was the final trigger Doyle needed.

“Good boy!” Doyle’s thrusts increased in speed, strength, and that seemed to prolong and intensify Mevi’s release. Bottoming out with every stroke, Doyle relentlessly f*cked him, until he moaned and made an O face that Mevi fell even more in love with than he’d already been.

Doyle now sated, his hand disappeared from Mevi’s cock and he leaned in, kissing him.

“My good boy,” he whispered. “My perfect, sweet boy. Love you so damn much.”

“Love you, too, Sir.”

They cleaned up in the shower before falling into bed together, where Doyle then proceeded to make love to Mevi, letting Mevi suck his cock until he was finally rewarded with his very first mouthful of cum.

As he fell asleep in Doyle’s arms, Mevi realized this was heaven.

And for the first time in years, he realized he was looking forward to seeing the morning.





Chapter Eighteen


They settled into a new routine over the next several weeks, and Mevi only accidentally killed one phone in the process. Doyle started doing phone counseling sessions for The Compound, usually in the late morning. Mornings were Mevi’s best working time, after breakfast and before lunch. So once morning spankings were over, sometimes Doyle would send him downstairs with a butt plug in to work, or sometimes with a well-f*cked ass.