Mine.
He poured lube into his palm and took Ren’s cock in his hand, stroking it and making it glossy and slick, taking his time and getting Ren rock hard again. He ran his thumb over the slit and teased.
Ren’s fingers curled into the sheets. “Fuck, yes.”
“You think you can handle me, Muroya? I know it’s been a long time.” Hayes slicked lube over Ren’s opening, massaging and teasing and enjoying the sounds the moves earned from Ren. He pushed the tip of his thumb inside.
“Christ. If you don’t fuck me right now, I really may tie you down and beat you,” Ren said, his hands now tight fists. “You’re not going to hurt me. I still use toys sometimes. Please. Fuck.”
“Maybe I’ll just tease you all night. Play. I mean, I’ve already come. I’ve got time.”
“Oh, fuck you. You’ve made me wait for a goddamned decade. You aren’t that much of a sadist.” Ren rocked back, taking more of Hayes’s thumb.
The sight of part of him disappearing into Ren’s body and the feel of Ren’s muscles tugging was all it took. His cock flexed against his belly and need roared through him. He pulled back and grabbed the condom, fumbling for a bit. Out of practice.
But once he had it rolled on, everything else came as natural as breathing. He grabbed Ren’s hips, positioned him just how he wanted him, and slid home.
FIFTEEN
Ren’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head when Hayes’s thick cock breached him. The sound that burst from Ren’s throat probably sounded like pain, but it was one hundred percent goddamned pleasure. He reached down and grabbed his own cock, squeezing and stroking to intensify the high.
He hadn’t bottomed for a guy since Gordon. Part of him had wondered if that side of his desire had been stolen after what he’d been through. He’d been with men since then and never had the urge. But with Hayes it’d always been there. Only in the fantasies where his best friend starred did that craving surface. And now the man was inside him.
“Tell me you’re okay,” Hayes said from behind him, breathless as he eased in and seated deep. “Please God, tell me you’re okay, because fuck . . .”
Ren smiled into the sheets. He loved hearing Hayes so undone. How many times had he imagined this those nights when he was a teen? The straight, bossy neighbor boy breaking all the unwritten rules between them and taking him rough. “I’m so okay. You don’t have to be gentle. Fuck me like I know you want to, like a man who’s been celibate for four years. I can handle you, Fox.”
Hayes’s grip tightened on Ren’s hips. “You have no idea the things I want to do to you. Don’t tempt me.”
Ren looked back over his shoulder, the sight of Hayes’s sweaty and flushed muscles flexing as he slowly thrust into Ren was possibly the hottest thing he’d ever seen. “Do it. Don’t fucking insult me. I won’t break.”
Hayes’s gaze met his, ferocity there. Wildness. Danger. There he is. That was the man who’d come out of prison. Angry. Hungry. Dominant.
But he was holding himself back. Chains still on him.
Ren shifted back, taking Hayes all the way and tightening his muscles. Daring him.
It was too much. It was all over Hayes’s face. The chains snapped.
Hayes made a sound close to a roar and dragged Ren almost all the way off and then yanked him back onto his cock with a harsh grip, the sound of skin smacking skin and Hayes’s animalistic sound of pleasure filling the room. And that was all it took. Before long, they were gasping and fucking hard and rough. Ren would have bruises. He would be sore. He didn’t care. They both needed this.
Ren couldn’t keep his head up or watch any longer. He buried his face in the pillow and jerked his cock with his hand, his muscles starting to quake with warning. Hayes angled himself inside Ren just right, rubbing over the perfect spot with each deep stroke. Ren’s body lit on fire. “Fuck, fuck.”
“That’s the idea,” Hayes said, thrusting hard, making the headboard tap the wall. “You feel so goddamned good. So hot and tight. Perfect.”
Sweat rolled down Ren’s face and he lost a grip on his thoughts. All that was left were the sounds, the skin, the thick cock impaling him, and his slick hand jerking himself with so much vigor it almost hurt.
Hayes draped over Ren’s back and grabbed his hair, gripping tight and pressing Ren’s cheek into the mattress. “That’s it. Take what I give you. You’re not in charge right now. You’re mine. You’re fucking mine.”
That was all it took. The command in his voice, the impersonal way he pushed his face into the bed, like he was just a tool for his pleasure, pushed all those buttons Ren wasn’t sure he had anymore. “Can’t . . . Fox.”
“Go for it, sub. Mess up your sheets and show me how much you like having my big cock shoved in your ass.”
“Shit, shit.” Ren had thought he’d last longer considering he’d come already, but there was no stopping it. His cock pulsed in his grip and he shot all over the sheets and his stomach, crying out and begging for harder and faster from Hayes.
Hayes obliged, his pace a punishing speed and his big body crushing Ren into the bed. Then he buried deep, his hand tightening in Ren’s hair, and his body stiffening. The shout that came out of him bounced off the walls like thunder and Hayes came in long, powerful thrusts.
By the time Hayes had emptied himself into the condom, Ren was panting like he’d run a marathon and swam a few miles. He blinked his eyes open, feeling dizz