Time Out of Mind (Suncoast Society #43)(54)

He picked a different spot, a little lower, for the second and used about the same force. More howling cries, but Mevi made no move to rise up or escape.

“Two, Sir.”

“Good boy.”

He took his time, carefully laying every stroke so it’d be individually visible when Mevi inevitably looked at them in the mirror. By the time he finished, Mevi’s ass and thighs bore a solid wall of welts that would likely last a few days, or longer. He stretched out over him, cupping his hands around Mevi’s and squeezing.

“My good boy,” he whispered in Mevi’s ear. “Such a good boy for me.” He stood and reached between Mevi’s legs, happy that his boy’s cock was still hard. He got him up on the bed, hands and knees, head down.

Like that, he had perfect access to his ass. He quickly lubed Mevi’s hole before he sheathed his own cock in a condom and quickly slid home, hard and deep with his hands holding onto Mevi’s hips.

“Yes!” Mevi gasped.

“You’re not allowed to come yet, either.”

Another thing his boy loved, a good, hard f*cking, especially when his ass was nice and sore. Yes, he gave Mevi plenty of warm, sweet cuddle time. But Mevi craved it when Doyle used him hard.

Trying to hold on as long as he could, Doyle alternated short, hard thrusts with long, slow ones, riding him, loving the way Mevi struggled to meet him stroke for stroke and unable to because of Doyle’s hands holding his hips. He didn’t know how long he f*cked him, but he finally reached a point of no return and slammed his cock into him, over and over until his orgasm hit him, emptying his balls into the condom.

He fell still, folding his body around Mevi’s and reaching under him to find his cock hard, dripping, throbbing.

He placed a series of kisses along Mevi’s spine. “We’re not done yet, boy.” He gave his cock a hard squeeze, until Mevi rewarded him with a needy moan. “Stay.” Doyle carefully withdrew and went to clean up.

And lube his own ass.

When he returned, Mevi was still in the same position, but slowly humping the air, his body caught in the haze of subspace and waiting for Doyle to return and finish with him.

He bodily rolled Mevi onto his back, bound hands over his head. Pinning him by the throat, he leaned in and tongue-f*cked Mevi’s mouth until Mevi was frantically f*cking the air again.

“Does my good boy want his reward?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

“Good.”





Even the pain in his ass and thighs only added to Mevi’s need. As Doyle straddled him, he wrapped his hands around Mevi’s cock. Before Mevi realized what he was doing, Doyle had sheathed him in a condom and rose up, lowering his ass onto Mevi’s cock.

“Be my good boy. Don’t come until I tell you.” Doyle’s tone cut through any strands of resistance Mevi might have thought about having. “Look at me.”

Mevi stared up into his Master’s eyes—and that’s how he thought of Doyle, not just as his Sir.

Doyle smiled as he slowly f*cked himself on Mevi’s cock. “Look at that,” he said, reaching down to his own cock. “Didn’t think I’d get it up again that fast. Look what my boy did to me.”

He squeezed out a drop of pre-cum onto his fingers and Mevi already had his mouth open and eagerly waiting for Doyle to feed it to him.

Doyle’s slow grind made it hard for Mevi to hold back, especially when he stared at Doyle’s hard cock bouncing with every thrust. His tight ass…god! Why had he been reluctant to do this?

Because I’m an idiot.

It felt good, and it felt good to let his Sir use him like this. He felt cherished, loved, protected.

Wanted.

The harder Doyle used him, the closer he felt to the man, no matter how illogical that might seem.

He wasn’t a second thought in Doyle’s mind, he was his priority, in all ways.

Doyle leaned forward, bracing his hands on the bed next to Mevi’s head, and kissed him. “Come for me, boy.”

Then he started f*cking him in earnest, hard and fast, slamming his body down onto Mevi’s cock until he couldn’t hold back. His orgasm ripped through him, Doyle swallowing his cries with another kiss until every drop had been milked from him.

Doyle rose up, grabbing Mevi’s head as he scooted forward. Mevi’s cock slid from his ass, but Doyle drove his hard cock into Mevi’s mouth, making him moan as he struggled to suck and lick.

It didn’t take much for Doyle to f*ck a second one out, either, finishing with his cock deep in Mevi’s throat and Mevi’s nose pressed against Doyle’s pubes. When Doyle finally pulled out, he kissed him again, tongue f*cking him for a long time before he let out a contented sigh and rested his forehead against Mevi’s.

“Shower, boy,” he whispered.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

Doyle brushed a light, gentle kiss across his lips. “For what?”

“For loving me.”

Doyle stroked his cheek. “You have no idea how hard and deep I love you. You know my secrets and still love me.”

“You know mine and love me.”

Doyle smiled. “I can’t wait until the tour’s over and we can take a vacation together. Expect to spend it naked and well-f*cked.”

“I can’t wait, Sir. It’s the thought keeping me from over-stressing right now. Counting down until then. At least we’ll have about three weeks’ break between the US leg and flying to the UK to start there.”