Vicious Carousel (Suncoast Society #25)(23)

“Yeah, that’s it. Make a little noise for me, baby. Gonna get you ready and then f*ck what’s mine.”

That only made Kenny’s cock twitch and throb more, another drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit and sliding down onto Kenny’s abs.

Long ago, they’d learned anything goes with role-play in bed. Tomorrow, it might be Kenny f*cking Nolan and making him beg for it while telling Kenny he was his willing bitch. It was fun, a fluid power exchange they didn’t exactly consider switchy like Abbey and Gilo, or even Tilly and her guys. Similar, but different. Theirs was more role-play, with them both remaining dominant.

Once he had three fingers easily sliding into Kenny’s channel, he wiped his hand and rolled on the condom. After slathering his shaft with lube, he pressed the head of his cock against Kenny’s rim.

“Beg me.”

“Please, f*ck me,” Kenny gasped. “Please pound that cock inside me.”

He grabbed Kenny’s ankles and slung them over his shoulders, leaning in but still not breaching his ass. “Harder.”

“Please,” Kenny said. “I need your cock.”

“Still not feeling it.”

“Goddammit, please f*ck my—”

With one hard, deep thrust, Nolan slammed his cock all the way inside his lover, enjoying the sound of Kenny’s moaning gasp of pleasure. “Hands over your head,” Nolan ordered.

Kenny immediately complied.

He reached between Kenny’s legs and wrapped his fingers around the man’s cock. A steady stream of pre-cum now flowed from the slit, and he slicked the juices up and down Kenny’s cock, slowly pumping with his hand.

“Should I get you off? Or should I f*ck you and leave you hard and horny all night, hmm?” Nolan teased.

“Please get me off!”

“Maybe I should f*ck you, then get a butt plug and shove it inside you and make you blow me in the morning before I let you come.”

“No, please make me come!”

In their years together, they’d each learned the other’s quirks, weak points, and triggers, good and bad.

Like this, alone together, when he was in the mood to be, Kenny liked it when Nolan pushed him, hard and deep, down into a bottomy headspace. Never truly submissive, but it always made Kenny come harder when he wanted it like this.

And he could tell Kenny really wanted it like this.

Nolan slowly withdrew his cock until just the head still remained inside Kenny’s ass before taking another hard, pounding thrust into him.

In his hand, Kenny’s cock throbbed, close to exploding.

“Maybe I should just make you my little bitch for the week,” Nolan growled. “Keep you edging all week. Make you play with yourself at lunch but not come. Make you blow me every morning and every night.”

Another thrust, and he closed his fingers even more firmly around Kenny’s cock. “Make you present your ass to me for f*cking, hands and knees and lubed, ready from having a butt plug in all day.”

“No, please let me come!”

Nolan started f*cking him slowly, stroking Kenny’s cock in time with his thrusts. He wanted to time it just right, so he could feel Kenny coming, feel the way his ass fisted his cock just before he blew his own load.

“You come all over my hand, you’re going to have to lick it up. You know that, right?”

“Anything!”

He started stroking Kenny’s cock faster, a little twist around the head at the top of each stroke, gathering more of his juices with every swipe. He knew Kenny was close to exploding. He picked up the pace of his own f*cking, now short, deep thrusts, hitting Kenny right in the sweet spot with each jab, driving him harder and closer to release.

“Then I guess you’d better come before I do if you don’t want to spend a week being tortured.”

He felt Kenny trying to rock his hips, but the way Nolan had him pinned, all he could do was lay there and look helpless and horny, out of his mind with need and desire.

When Nolan felt the first spurts of cum from Kenny’s cock, he picked up the pace of his strokes with his hand, struggling to hold back as Kenny’s ass started squeezing his cock. And then Kenny threw his head back, eyes closed, a long, satisfied moan escaping him and nearly triggering Nolan’s release as Kenny’s hot juices covered his hand.

As he started f*cking him harder, faster now, long, pounding strokes, Kenny grabbed Nolan’s hand from his cock and started sucking on it, licking it, looking up into his eyes and that was when Nolan finally let loose. His balls throbbed, pumping, filling the condom even as Kenny stared up at him and licked his own juices from Nolan’s fingers.

Breathing heavy, Nolan fell still, curling his fingers around Kenny’s as he started laughing. “Damn, I needed that.”

Kenny grinned, even as he still had one of Nolan’s fingers between his lips. “Me, too,” he mumbled.

He finally managed to get Kenny to release his hand. After lowering the man’s legs, he leaned in and kissed him. “Shower?”

“Yeah.”

A minute later, they were holding each other under the warm spray, kissing, relaxing, coming down from their respective head spaces.

“Love you, man,” Kenny said. “And even if you never want to tell your parents—”

Nolan silenced him with a gentle finger pressed against his lips. “Love you, too.” He sighed. “And yeah, I am going to tell my parents. I have to. Because I’m not going to hold off marrying the guy I love just because I’m afraid of what they’re going to say. Life’s too damn short.”