CHAPTER ELEVEN
Luke’s ass burned. But somehow his brain wasn’t reacting to it like pain. Jack’s words seemed far away, and his whole reality had narrowed to his needy cock and Jack’s hand slapping his ass. He was going to come any second.
“More!” he demanded.
Jack went at him hard. Heat exploded across his ass, but it only made him inch closer to orgasm. By the time Jack finally stopped, Luke was whimpering and muttering, not sure any real words were coming out.
Jack brought his hand down once more on the sorest part of Luke’s ass. He cried out and thrust against Jack’s thigh. The need to come overwhelmed him. He thrust again harder and went over, shooting his seed on Jack’s leg and the floor.
Fuck! He was coming without permission, but he couldn’t stop it. Wave after wave of pleasure ransacked his body, until he sagged, letting Jack’s leg support his weight.
He turned his head far enough to look up at Jack, nervous to find out how angry he was. “I’m sorry, Sir. I tried to—”
Jack laid a finger over his lips. “Shh! I’m not angry with you. If we’d been playing together longer, I’d punish you for it, but this was your first spanking. I do want obedience from you, but I’m thrilled you got so turned on, you couldn’t stop yourself from coming. Your reaction was so fucking hot.”
Luke smiled, knowing his expression was probably goofy as hell. “Really?”
“Yes! Knowing that pinning you here over my knees and smacking your ass made you lose control, that fucking does it for me.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You ready to be fucked?”
Luke’s eyes widened. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to go slow, and if you use your safeword, I will stop. It’s probably going to hurt at first, but it will get better as you adjust, especially if you can relax.”
“I’m so relaxed now, I feel half melted.”
“Once I jam my cock up your ass, that might change.”
Luke moaned as he stood and stretched. “Are you going to cuff me again?”
“Do you want that?”
Did he? “I… I want what you want, Sir.”
“Mmm. Nice answer.”
Heat rushed to Luke’s cheeks. He loved when Jack praised him.
“I want you free to move. I think that’s better for your first time.”
Luke nodded, and Jack grasped his chin, forcing him to meet Jack’s gaze. “Are you sure about this?”
He might feel uncertain about a lot of things—whether he’d ever have the nerve to come out, how far he wanted to take his favorite kinks—but he had no doubt he wanted Jack to be the first man to fuck him. “Yes.”
“Then go get on your hands and knees.” Jack gestured toward the bed.
Luke positioned himself, and Jack joined him, lube and a condom in hand.
“You think you can come again?” Jack asked.
Luke had thought he was wrung dry, but his cock was already showing interest in what he was about to do. “I’m not sure, Sir.”
“I think you can. I think I’m going to make you.”
“Fuck.” Now he was truly getting hard.
“In fact, I think you’re going to beg me to.”
Jack pulled Luke’s ass cheeks apart, leaned close, and swiped his tongue over Luke’s hole.
“Holy fuck!” Luke cried out, jumping in surprise. He hadn’t thought Jack would do that.
“Like that, boy?”
“Oh my God, yes!”
Jack chuckled. “You want more?”
“Please!” He’d do just about anything for more of that.
“Then tell me exactly what you want.”
“I…” Luke tried to make himself say the words, but how did you beg for someone’s tongue up your ass?
Jack slapped Luke’s ass, right on the reddest part.
Luke yelped.
“Talk to me, boy.”
“I want you to tongue-fuck me.”
“Mmm.” Jack exhaled on his hole. Then he gave Luke what he wanted, teasing him at first and then pushing his tongue in. He worked it in and out, loosening him up, slicking him with spit.
Luke pushed back against him, desperately needing more. “Please, Sir. Please don’t stop!”
After giving Luke several moments of that decadent pleasure, Jack sat back. Luke turned to look at him over his shoulder.
“I’m going to fuck you now, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.” Luke hated how much his voice shook. He’d waited so long for this, but he couldn’t help but be nervous.
“Arch your back and push out against my cock as I go in. If you relax, you’ll be able to take what I give you.”
“I want it.”
“I know, and I’ll be so proud when you’ve taken my whole cock and I make you come again.”
He reached under Luke and stroked him as he teased Luke’s hole with the tip of his cock. When he started to push his way in, Luke tensed. How bad was this going to hurt? Jack was much bigger than the dildos he’d had up there.
He’d seen plenty of videos where young men like him cried like they were in agony when a well-endowed man plowed their asses. He got off watching them, but he didn’t really want to be split in two.
Jack worked his cock a little faster. “Easy, boy. Relax and enjoy it.”
Luke exhaled, trying to let go of his tension, but he thought it was going to take a while before he could really enjoy the stretching. “I’m trying, Sir.”
“Breathe out and push against me.”
Jack pushed in, and Luke gasped. “Fuck, that hurts.”
“Breathe, boy.” Jack pushed in a little more, then stopped.
Luke tried to catch his breath as he waited for more.
“You okay?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“Stroke yourself,” Jack ordered.
Luke did, and Jack worked more lube around the edge of Luke’s hole. Luke thought about how good Jack’s tongue had felt, and his hand moved faster. A few seconds later he was pushing back, silently asking for more.
Jack obliged him, thrusting deeper, and Luke dropped down to his elbows, desperately trying to suck in air. His body was a riot of pain, need, and emotions he couldn’t name.
“That’s good, boy. I’m going to give you all of it now.” Jack caressed his sore ass as he spoke.
Luke had gotten over the shock of the pain, and now the burn mixed with pleasure the way the spanking had. “Please!”
Jack pulled out slowly, and it felt so fucking good. Then Jack pushed in again, fully seating himself this time.
“Yes!” Luke shouted. This was what he’d needed for so long.
Jack took hold of Luke’s wrist and dragged his hand away from his cock. “Enough for now.”
“Yes, Sir.” Luke braced himself on both hands again.
Jack kept making slow, careful strokes until Luke pushed back, bucking against him.
“Please, fuck me.”
He laughed. “I am fucking you. I know this is your first time, but I did think you understood how it worked.”
“No, really fuck me.”
“You mean like this?”
Jack pulled out and slammed back in. Luke’s breath whooshed out.
“Yes!”
Jack tightened his grip on Luke’s hip, angling himself differently. The next thrust hit Luke’s prostate, and lightning shot through him.
“Fuck! That’s—”
Jack did it again.
“Please!”
“Tell me what you want,” Jack demanded.
“Keep doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Making…your cock…hit my prostate. I…”
“Yes?”
Fuck. How was he supposed to talk with Jack doing that? “I want to come!”
“Not until I’m ready.”
Jack fucked him relentlessly until they were both dripping sweat and Luke’s cock was ready to go off any second.
Jack wrapped his hand around it.
“Now, Sir?”
“Not yet,” Jack said.
Fuck! How was he going to wait?
Jack worked him as he moved in and out with powerful strokes.
Luke bit his lip and fought the urge to come. He couldn’t last much longer. Jack drove into him over and over. “Jack, please.”
“Now!” Jack said.
Luke pumped his cock furiously and climax slammed through him, making him cry out. He shot harder than he would’ve thought possible so soon after another orgasm.
Jack came right after him, groaning as he worked himself against Luke’s sore ass.
When he pulled out, Luke winced.
“Sorry. I… Shit! I shouldn’t have taken you that hard.”
“I fucking loved it,” Luke said as he collapsed over on his side. He knew his ass was going to be in sad shape the next day after being both spanked and fucked, but it was so worth it.
After tossing the condom, Jack sat down on the bed and stroked Luke’s hair back from his face. “I’m glad, but I still—”
Luke laid a finger against Jack’s lips. “Thank you for not babying me. I knew how to stop things if they got too rough for me. They didn’t. I wanted exactly what you gave me, and I’m going to think about it all week.”
“You sure as hell are any time you sit down.”
Luke laughed. “I might try to avoid that for a while.”
Jack kissed him softly. “You were amazing.”
“Because you knew just what I needed.”
“I figured it out after Wednesday didn’t go as planned.”
Luke smiled up at him. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Thank you for trusting me. I don’t take this lightly. It’s a gift to have you submit to me like you did today.”
“But I didn’t—”
“You were wonderful. This is new for you, and the experienced subs I’ve been with wouldn’t have brought me any more pleasure. It’s not about doing everything perfectly. It’s about how natural this feels for you, like it truly brings you joy. I never questioned that you were completely in the moment.”
He had been. “Nothing in my life has ever felt this right.”
Jack nodded. “I felt the same way.”
“You did?”
“I did. I didn’t mean for this—”
Luke shook his head, afraid of what Jack might say. “Can we just let this develop as it does? Please.”
After considering for a few seconds, Jack said, “Okay. For now at least.”
“I want to see you again soon, even if it’s just to talk like we did at lunch. I enjoy being around you. We don’t have to go out in Ames Bridge. We can be discreet.”
“We can, but eventually—”
“We’re letting things develop, right? For now let’s just think about the next few weeks.”
Jack sighed. “I wish we could ignore the rest of the world. Then I could keep you here for the next few weeks.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Having me ready to serve your every whim?”
Jack grinned. “Hell, yes.”
“Mmm. I like that idea.”
Jack groaned. “Sadly, neither of us can get away with that. How about Tuesday? That’s my next night off.”
“Tuesday is good.”
“I’d like to take you to dinner, and then I’d like to use a riding crop on you.”
“Oh my God.”
“Does that sound good?”
Luke nodded frantically, and Jack gave him a slow perusal, stopping when his gaze reached Luke’s semi-hard cock. “Damn. That’s impressive.”
Luke laughed. “I’m not sure it’s ready to fully impress you again, but it likes riding crops.”
Jack pulled Luke into his arms and kissed him until they were both breathless. “Do you need to get home?”
“Not right away.”
“Good.” He pulled Luke down with him, cradling him against his chest. “Then let’s stay right here.”
Luke couldn’t think of a better plan.
***
Luke woke and stretched. What was that sound? Had his mom let herself in again? He turned to look at the clock and had a moment of disorientation. Wait. Where was he? When he rolled over and rubbed his eyes, he gasped. Damn, his ass hurt. Then it all came back. Lunch with Jack, followed by the most amazing sex at his cabin.
Another clatter came from the other room.
“Jack?” he called.
“Are you finally awake?”
The last thing he remembered was snuggling up against Jack. He must’ve really been out of it. “How long did I sleep?”
“A few hours.”
Wow. He hated to put on his clothes when he had dried come and sweat all over him, so he yanked the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around himself.
When he stepped out of the bedroom, the first thing he saw was Jack standing at the kitchen counter, apparently wearing nothing but an apron and some very small shorts. Damn, his ass was fine.
“That smells amazing. What are you making?”
Jack turned and smiled at him. “Chicken curry. It needs to simmer for a while, but I was hoping you could stay for dinner. I stocked the place with groceries earlier in the week, hoping we’d spend some time here.”
Knowing that made Luke’s feel warm inside. “I’d love to stay. Thanks.” His mom was expecting him for dinner, but he’d just text her. No way was he missing out on tasting Jack’s cooking or—even better—spending more time with him.
Luke took a shower and dressed in a pair of Jack’s shorts. He rarely went without a shirt, because of his scars, but Jack truly didn’t seem to mind, and the A/C window unit couldn’t keep up with the odd heat wave.
While Jack finished the last of the work on the curry, Luke checked out the cabin’s main room. On one of the shelves, Luke found several games, including a chess set.
“You play chess?” he asked.
“Yeah, do you?” He sounded disbelieving.
“What? Farm boys can’t be chess masters?”
Jack laughed. “They can be anything they want to be.”
“Damn right. But…”
Jack glanced over at him. “What?”
“There’s no way in hell I can play with you wearing that.”
“Oh, I intend to take the apron off.” Jack’s smirk shouldn’t be so delicious.
“That’s worse.”
“Were you planning to get dressed?”
“No, but it’s not like…” He gestured toward his chest.
“Luke, if you’re implying that your scars detract from how fucking hot you are shirtless, you’re way off base.”
“You don’t have to say—”
Jack walked over to him and gave him what Luke now thought of as his Dom glare. “I hope you’re not suggesting I was lying to you.”
“Not lying, but—”
“Does your ass need another taste of my hand?”
“Um…is that a trick question?”
“Boy,” Jack growled.
Luke had probably pushed him far enough. “Why don’t I go find us both some shirts?”
“After you admit I’m right.”
“Jack, I…”
Jack pulled Luke to him. When he kissed the bumpy scar along Luke’s sternum, Luke wasn’t sure he could contain the intense feelings swirling in his chest. This wasn’t just lust or curiosity. This was love. How the hell had it happened so fast and when he’d never expected it?
“I… I believe you.”
Jack straightened and smiled at him. “Good. There are T-shirts in the bottom dresser drawer. Go get them, and I’ll set up the chess board.”
Jack turned out to be a worthy opponent, but by the time the timer rang, telling them the curry was ready, Luke knew which way things were going to go. Luke studied the board, making sure all his calculations were correct, while Jack made them bowls of curry and rice.
“Your move,” Luke said when Jack returned with a tray holding the curry and a couple of beers.
While Jack decided what to move where, Luke picked up his bowl. He breathed deeply, enjoying the rich, complex scent. Then he scooped up a spoonful and blew on it to cool it. When he finally tasted it, he groaned. Damn, that was amazing. Maybe the best thing he’d ever tasted. Okay, his mom’s pie was still the very best, but this was a close second.
“Wow!”
Jack looked up after moving his rook exactly where Luke had expected him to. “You like it?”
“Did you doubt I would?”
“I…”
He’d truly been nervous. Somehow that made Luke love him even more. “It’s incredible. I’ve never had curry before, and now it’s my favorite food. Do you think we can get Trish to start serving it?”
Jack snorted. “That would probably cause a riot.”
“Yeah, people would flip if she started serving some strange foreign food.”
“Big-city food,” Jack said with the most ridiculous sneer on his face.
Luke took another bite and then reached down and made his final move. “Checkmate.”
Jack frowned at the board. “Fuck me. You won.”
“Damn right I did.”
Jack huffed. “Where did you learn to play?”
“After my final surgery, one of my brother’s friends taught me. He’d come over and hang out with me, and we’d play for hours. He ended up being my first crush.”
“How old were you?”
“Eleven.” But Luke still remembered those days vividly.
“That is about the cutest damn thing I’ve ever heard.”
Luke flipped him off.
“No, seriously. He must’ve been a great guy.”
“Yeah. He’s a minister now in Hendersonville and still straight as far as I know.”
Jack grinned. “We can’t have them all.”
“What a shame.”
“You want another beer?” Jack asked.
If he drank much more, he might end up staying all night, but the spice of the curry was building, and he needed something to buffer it. “Yeah, if you’re getting one for yourself.”
“I am, and I plan to drink it really slow to make the evening last longer.”
Luke smiled. “I wish it would last forever.”
Jack sat back down and reached for Luke’s hand. “This has been one of the best days of my life.”
Before Luke even began to protest, Jack held up a hand. “I’m serious. I know we agreed to just let things develop, but they’re developing fast for me. I’ve never felt like this, and it’s unnerving.”
Luke nodded. “Yeah, same here.”
“I want to see you soon and often. I want a lot more of this.”
“Me beating you at chess, or you cooking for me?”
Jack narrowed his eyes. “How about me beating your ass?”
“I’ll take all three.”
“Damn right you will and a lot more.”
He would. He’d take whatever he could get.