Chapter 11
Lars
Waking up with Jonah’s large, warm body plastered against mine puts a smile on my face. After dinner and more cuddling last night, he showed me a few websites so I could learn a bit about puppy play. I could tell it was only the tip of the iceberg, but at least it was a start. To my surprise, he was right when he said a lot of our relationship was already very compatible with the lifestyle—for example the little power games I like to play in bed on occasion, or the way Jonah has always preferred me to take the reins and make decisions for us. As I read through some of the articles and information, I found myself drawn to the idea of being Jonah’s master.
My morning wood pulses at the thought, remembering the way he had murmured it in his sleep yesterday, the shape the word took on his lips. It’s easy to imagine him saying it in a deep moan or a frantic plea.
Feeling my erection twitching against his thigh, Jonah gives a sleepy gasp and cants his hips, dragging his hard cock against my stomach. Burying my face at the base of his throat, I dart my tongue out for a taste of his skin.
“Good morning, puppy,” I murmur, my lips brushing his Adam’s apple.
“Ungh,” he moans, his cock giving a hard jerk against me.
Dragging my hand down his bare back slowly, I can feel goosebumps rise under my fingertips.
“Hey, where’d you buy that hood? Was it online?”
“No, it was a shop not far from here. I never realized we even had a kink shop so close. It’s where I met Adrian.”
“Ah, that explains a lot.”
“I can’t believe you thought I was cheating on you. I haven’t so much as looked at another man in a decade.”
“Mmm,” I hum in agreement as I nibble at his flesh again, unable to get enough. After the chasm that’s been between us lately, I’m hungry for this closeness. “Why don’t we go together today? You want more than just the hood, right? We can see what else there is and get everything we need.”
“Really?” There’s so much uncertainty in his voice it breaks my heart. I snuggle even closer, making sure our bodies are touching at every possible point.
“I’m all in, Jonah—with you, with this, with all of it.”
He’s quiet for a few seconds, and then I hear him sniffle. Tilting my head up and pulling back a little, I notice a tear streaking down his pale, freckled cheek. Reaching up, I brush it away and then bring our lips together.
“You have no idea how much I love you,” he whispers into my mouth.
“Not half as much as I love you,” I counter, and his laugh vibrates against my chest.
“Okay, we can go to the kink shop today. But first…” he takes my hand and places it on the large, squishy globe of his ass. “Will you fuck me?”
“Oh, puppy, like you even need to ask.” I push against his shoulder to force him onto his back and then climb on top of him.
It doesn’t matter that I’m smaller than Jonah, he always lets me take exactly what I want, how I want it, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing I can imagine.
“Hands over your head and don’t move, or I’ll get to come, and you won’t. Got it?”
He groans in response, quickly putting his hands in place and clasping them together. The blankets are pooled around our hips, the morning sun falling across his skin, making his copper hair look like it’s on fire.
I run my hands along his arms, downward until I reach his chest. His little brown nipples are peaked, daring me to tease them. I flick one with my tongue, pinching the other between my thumb and forefinger and loving the gasp that falls from Jonah’s lips as I do. I trade my tongue for my teeth, grazing the sensitive nub as he bucks his hips, giving me the distinct feeling of riding a mechanical bull.
“I thought I told you not to move,” I chide, giving his nipple a harder pinch this time.
He whines but stills, a deep satisfaction settling in my chest. I can’t believe it never occurred to either of us sooner that there might be something to this dynamic of ours.
With him unmoving beneath me, I continue to explore, licking and touching him everywhere except his leaking cock.
Jonah trembles with his effort to stay completely still, a steady stream of pre-cum dripping from his tip onto his stomach. Spreading his legs, I force his knees up so I have access to his hole, and he whimpers.
“We haven’t fooled around in almost two weeks. Have you been jerking off a lot?” I ask as I use my hands to part his cheeks and see his puckered entrance.
He shakes his head against the pillow, breathing heavily, his eyes closed, and his cheeks flushed pink.
“No, not at all.”
“Not at all?” I grin wickedly. “You’re going to go off in about two seconds, aren’t you?”
He lets out a husky chuckle. “Probably,” he admits.
“That’s okay, so am I.”
I shove my face into his crease and flick my tongue over his hole, feeling it spasm, first clenching and then softening after a few strokes. His familiar, musky taste bursts on my tongue and makes me throb with need. He wasn’t the only one who hasn’t jerked off.
“Lars,” he gasps my name as I work my tongue inside him. “As much as I love foreplay, can you please just hurry up and fuck me?”
“Uh-uh,” I hum against his flesh causing him to make a sound somewhere between a moan and a giggle.
Once I have him dripping with my saliva, I pull my tongue back and tease him with my finger instead, easily slipping it inside his relaxed channel.
“Hmm, maybe the whole idea of leaving the house today was a bad one. Having you spread out and panting for me kind of makes me want to stay here all day, drawing out your pleasure until it nearly kills you.” I press my finger against his prostate as I make the suggestion, and his hips jolt up off the bed as he howls.
“Jesus, Lars, were you just waiting to unleash your inner Dom or something?”
I slip a second finger in beside the first and make the same motion again, and Jonah trembles with his effort not to squirm.
“Not a Dom, puppy…your Master,” I correct, and without warning his cock twitches, the blush in his cheeks deepening, a cry tearing from his throat as thick spurts of cum paint his stomach and chest.
I stare, wide eyed as his hands remain locked together over his head while his body is wracked by a hands-free orgasm.
“Sorry,” he gasps as his cock twitches out the last of his seed.
“Sorry?” I repeat, licking my lips and easing my fingers out of his no doubt sensitive hole. He winces as I pull them free.
“You can fuck me. I still want you to.” He reaches for me, wrapping his hand around my cock and stroking slowly.
“Okay, but then we need to figure out this whole master deal. Are you supposed to come without permission? If not, should you be punished? Is that something we’re going to do? What kind of punishment? Because I definitely don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry if that’s what you want, but I don’t think I can, I really don’t.”
Jonah sits up, cutting off my rambling questions with his mouth against mine.
“I don’t want you to hurt me. We can talk and figure it out. But first, please put your dick inside me.”
Not needing to be told again, I push him back so he’s lying flat again and reach over to the nightstand to grab our bottle of lube out of the top drawer. Quickly coating my cock, I slather a generous amount around his entrance as well before tossing the bottle aside.
Jonah’s cock is still hard after his orgasm even as I press my tip to his hot pucker and push forward until his tight muscles give way, and I pop through. When I bottom out with my thighs pressed against his ass, I lean forward and kiss along his chest, his coarse hair there scratching at my face. My lips find one of the small puddles of cum, and I dart my tongue out to lap it up before I pull back and thrust into him, over and over, exactly the way I know he likes.
Jonah wraps his massive legs around my back, keeping me from pulling too far out, but the feeling of being surrounded by him more than makes up for it. With my limited movement, I grind deep inside him, my nose pressed to his chest as his inner muscles squeeze tight around my cock, pulling my orgasm out of me with blinding force.
“Jonah,” I groan his name in a choked growl as my balls tighten, and my cock swells in the confines of his hole before pulsing out a mind-altering release.
My hips twitch through the aftershocks as I collapse on top of him, getting sticky with his already splattered cum.
Jonah wraps his arms around me, and our chests heave against each other with our fast breathing, until we both manage to catch our breath.
“We should probably shower,” he murmurs reluctantly.
“We haven’t showered together in ages, mind if I join you?” I ask, glancing up to see surprise on Jonah’s face that slowly morphs into a smile.
“I’d love that.” He unwraps his arms and legs from around me. I climb off him, realizing just how sticky I am with cum and lube coating at least half my body, and I wince and then laugh.
In the bathroom, I turn on the shower to let it heat up and then turn to see Jonah leaning against the sink.
Jonah
I tilt my head to appreciate the view of Lars’ cute little ass as he leans over to start the shower. But when he turns back to face me, my breath catches in my chest. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to the love that pours from him when he looks at me like this. Ten years together and it still stops my heart sometimes, still wakes me up in the middle of the night to thank whatever deity saw fit to give me such a perfect man.
“JJ?”
“Yeah?” I reply, swallowing around the lump of emotion in my throat.
“Have you been bored and unsatisfied with our sex life the whole time we’ve been together?”
My eyes snap to his and the insecurity shining there steals my breath for a whole different reason.
“Lars.” I reach for him, dragging him into my arms. “God, no. Not at all. Before you and I got together, I did spend some time exploring the BDSM scene a little, but everything I found at the time wasn’t for me. I didn’t want pain, and I didn’t want humiliation; I still don’t want those things. I guess I never stumbled on puppy play at the time or didn’t understand what it was enough to want to look further into it. But, when you and I got together, I was so fucking blown away by our chemistry and the overwhelming love between us, I honestly forgot all about my exploration into kink. It hasn’t crossed my mind again until I saw those puppies at Pride.”
A relieved smile tilts his lips, and he relaxes against me.
“Thank god.” He presses a kiss right between my pecs before pushing off and grabbing my hand to drag me into the shower.
With the bathroom light dimmed by the thick curtain and steam surrounding us, it’s like we’re transported back in time to when we were twenty-five and couldn’t keep our hands off each other for five minutes. We kiss and giggle as our hands roam over each other’s slick bodies, using soap as an excuse to grope and tickle until the water starts to run cold, and we’re forced to get out.
“What do you want for breakfast this morning?” Lars asks as we dress in the bedroom after toweling off.
“Pancakes?” I ask hopefully.
“Okay, but if I make pancakes, we’re having a light dinner,” he warns.
“I’m tempted to argue that we’ve already burned plenty of calories today, but I’m going to let you have this one instead.”
“Wise choice.”