Time Out of Mind (Suncoast Society #43)(92)

“Go get the lube and a towel.”

Mevi was already turning, heading for the bathroom, since that was where it’d ended up after Doyle had started out their morning by putting a butt plug in him and making him wear it nearly all day, until they got ready to leave for the courthouse.

When Mevi returned to the bedroom, Doyle was stretched out on the bed, slowly stroking his cock. He held up a condom pouch with his other hand. “I want you to do the work.”

Mevi smiled. “Yes, Sir.” He quickly started lubing his hole, preparing himself before taking the condom and rolling it down Doyle’s cock. After adding some lube to it, he straddled him, waiting for the order.

Doyle smiled as he encircled Mevi’s cock with his fingers. “My boy is eager, isn’t he?” His thumb swiped at the slit, where a thin string of pre-cum was dripping down.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Slowly,” he said. “And then wait until I tell you to start moving.”

Mevi didn’t want to go slow. He wanted to bounce up and down on him and make Doyle come, and Doyle damn well knew it. There were times Doyle had lain back, smiling, hands crossed behind his head, letting Mevi do just that.

Yes, Mevi wanted to come, but he honestly didn’t care if he did or not.

He wanted to make his Sir come, lived to earn that O face from him, whether it was from f*cking him or sucking him or giving him a handjob.

If his Sir let him come, too, that was a bonus.

He’d spent a lifetime until now getting most of his orgasms from his own hand. Having a chance to spend the rest of his life with Doyle?

Priceless.

As he lowered himself onto Doyle’s cock, a hiss escaped him at the feeling of fullness, the pinching burn that quickly turned sweet with Doyle squeezing his cock at the same time. Once his ass was pressed against Doyle’s thighs, Doyle reached up and tweaked both of Mevi’s nipples, making his cock twitch.

Something else that made Doyle smile.

“One of these days, I might get your nipples pierced.”

Mevi’s cock twitched again. “Yes, Sir. Whatever Master wants.”

Doyle’s hands dropped to Mevi’s hips. “Slowly, boy. Savor it.”

Mevi leaned forward to brace his hands on the bed, putting him in the perfect position for Doyle to raise his head and kiss him. And thus distracted, it was easier for him to hold back, to go slow.

Doyle broke the kiss and smiled up at him, one hand leaving Mevi’s hip and returning to his cock. “You’re just dying to bounce up and down right now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” he nearly whined. He also loved it when Doyle pinned him down and f*cked him hard and fast, using him.

He chuckled. “Go ahead.” His hand returned to Mevi’s hip, his fingers digging in and holding on as Mevi unleashed. He rocked back and forth, Doyle meeting his every thrust, Mevi longing to earn that sweet, deep moan Doyle always made when he came.

“Yes!”

That moan.

Doyle’s grip tightened even more, until he held Mevi still, his cock buried deep inside him.

Without warning, Doyle rolled them over, now on top.

“Hands over your head.”

Mevi immediately complied. Doyle sat up and started stroking Mevi’s cock. “I want my good boy to come for me.”

Mevi couldn’t have held back if he’d wanted to. His hands balled into fists as Doyle stroked, hard and fast, his hand now lubed by Mevi’s cum erupting from his cock. Only when Doyle was happy did his hand slow and eventually still.

“Love you.”

Mevi smiled up at him. “Love you, too.”

After cleaning up and returning to bed, Doyle tucked Mevi against his side and turned on the bedroom TV. “I’m sure I’ll be up for another round in a little while. Right now, all I want to do is snuggle and relax with my husband.”

Mevi snuggled in even tighter. “Me, too, Master.”





Chapter Thirty-One


Mevi relaxed, eyes closed, on his knees, hands resting on the tops of his thighs. Naked, wearing nothing except his wedding ring.

Just the way his Sir liked him.

They’d purchased a condo in the same building where Tilly, Landry, and Cris owned one. Ironically, the friend of theirs who was selling it had decided to relocate to Florida. It was currently being renovated and would be ready in two weeks.

Just in time for Mevi to start studio work. A longer drive to The Compound for Doyle, but he didn’t mind, since he was only going in two days a week and doing a lot of phone sessions.

The new condo was only ten minutes from the studio where the band would record.

And it was only a ten-second elevator ride a couple of floors downstairs from Tilly. When they were there and not in Florida, or she was overseas.

Doyle had asked Ed to look around in Florida for property near Tilly and Leigh’s house. They didn’t need to live in LA. Once the album was finished, they’d be moving to Florida, anyway. They wanted to build a house there, customized to their specs, including a professional-grade studio, to help protect their privacy and yet also allow them to have friends over for private parties. Kel had already agreed to rent the apartment to them for as long as they needed.

Other than press junkets and tours, Florida was where they would live permanently. Doyle had already talked to a couple of places in the area and could easily get work once they moved.