Time Out of Mind (Suncoast Society #43)(96)

Mevi shuddered, his body struggling not to try to rock against Doyle.

“My good boy may come.” He started to f*ck Mevi, still holding his cock, and the explosion happened almost immediately. Mevi let out a gasping cry as his cum, hot and sticky, exploded from his cock, coating both their stomachs and Doyle’s hand.

Doyle wasn’t far behind him. When Mevi’s ass started to spasm around Doyle’s cock, he stopped holding back, filling the condom as his own climax broke free.

Falling still, he had a grip on Mevi’s softening cock. When he looked, he realized there were tears in Mevi’s eyes.

“Are you okay?”

Mevi nodded, smiling. “You mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“The ink. The tats. All of it.”

“I absolutely did. That wasn’t just talk to get you hot.”

“Please kiss me.”

Doyle leaned in, tracing Mevi’s lips with his tongue before kissing him. “Any regrets?”

“Only that I didn’t break contract in Chicago and search like hell for you sooner.”

That would be Doyle’s lifelong regret, that he’d left the way he had without talking to Mevi first.

“You’ll always know where I am from now on. Or, know where I should be. I promise. If you can’t get hold of me, it’ll only be because I’m either talking to a client or on a plane or have no cell signal or something.”

Mevi nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”

Doyle nuzzled his nose against Mevi’s. “Does someone want to stay tied up while I order pizza?”

Fortunately, they now had credit cards listed in the name of an LLC that belonged to both of them, so they could order stuff with relative anonymity.

“Yes, please, Sir.”

He’d also discovered Mevi loved being kept tied up and hand-fed by him.

Anything he could do for his guy to make him happy, he would.

Doyle untangled himself from Mevi and cleaned up, bringing back a warm, damp washcloth for Mevi to clean him up, too. After putting in the order online, he pulled on a pair of shorts and turned the bedroom TV on while Mevi curled up next to him. He’d tied Mevi’s arms so he could pull them down in front of him, and loosely enough that, had Mevi wanted to, he could easily slide out of the bindings himself.

He didn’t want to.

He wanted to lie there, sated, content.

Happy.

Doyle ruffled a hand through his hair. “Whatcha thinkin’?”

“Nothing, Sir. Enjoying my time out of mind.”

Doyle smiled. “Was Clark serious about chartering a plane for the whole European leg of the next tour?”

“Yes, Sir. He did the calculations and it’ll be cheaper to transport us and the gear that way. And easier to schedule, because we’ll be on our own schedule, not an airline’s schedule. The crew won’t have to truck everything around, either. I mean, long-haul.”

“Hmm.”

“What?” He tipped his head back to look at Doyle.

Doyle smiled. “I think we’re going to be joining the mile-high club several times during that part of the tour.” He kissed him. “In fact, there will be several nights you’ll be on stage singing with a load of my cum filling your ass.”

Mevi’s cock twitched as the man softly moaned. “Yes, Sir.”

The man had spent the majority of his adult life alone and celibate out of fear. Doyle was determined to make it up to him as much as possible. “Maybe you’d better get used to playing and singing with a butt plug in place.”

Mevi shivered as his cock fully inflated. “Yes, Sir.”

Doyle grinned. “You’ll have to wait until after dinner for round two. And that one, you’ll definitely have to work for. I let you off easy this time.”

Mevi pressed his head harder against Doyle’s shoulder. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“Hey.”

Mevi met his gaze, but he’d already slipped back into subspace. Or more deeply than he had been before.

“Love you, Mal.”

A contented sigh escaped him. “Love you, too, D.”

Doyle rested his head against Mevi’s to watch TV and await their pizza.

Yeah, this was time out of mind for him, too.

Perfection.



THE END