Page 74 of Out of Control

Drago rolled his eyes. “Everything we did was mutually consensual. And that’s how it’ll always be between us. That’s a line I never want to cross with you. I can be a bit of a bulldozer, but I know it. Don’t ever let me push you into doing anything you can’t handle.”

“Okay.”

“Promise?”

“Yes, Drago. I promise. Will you promise me the same?”

“Absolutely.”

They fell silent as the air between them took on an increasingly sexual charge.

“Should we come up with a safeword or something?” Spencer murmured.

“Or something.”

SPENCER WATCHED,rapidly going breathless with anticipation as Drago’s eyelids went heavy. Sexy as fuck. They were totally thinking the same thing right now.

His breath stopped altogether as Drago reached over and slipped his hand inside the waistband of Spencer’s cargo pants. Fingers pushed past the elastic band of his underwear and gripped his dick in a strong fist that nearly made him groan out loud. Pleasure streaked through him, and his eyes drifted closed. God, yes.

“What are we going to do with all of this?” Dray’s fist slid up and down his shaft. His thumb circled the head of Spencer’s cock and smeared the drop of precum that had already emerged all over it.

Spencer’s hips lurched, and Drago laughed. “Dude, you go from zero to sixty in nothing flat. How on earth have you survived all these years of deprivation?”

“I’ve got a lot of time to make up for,” he ground out, struggling not to blow like a geyser.

“You know the problem with you, Spence? You’re too much of a control freak. You need to learn how to let go.”

“You gonna be the one to teach me that?” Perhaps it hadn’t been wise to ask that in such a truculent tone of voice, for Drago’s eyes went black, his expression blacker.

“Will you let me teach you?” A pause. “Or am I going to have to make you let me?”

Gulp. Danged if his erection didn’t jump like a wild thing in Drago’s fist.

Of course, Drago grinned like a shark. He knew he had Spencer right where he wanted him, the bastard.

“What’s your pleasure, Spencer? Do you want me to suck you off, perchance? I’ll let you return the favor if you’d like. I know how much you liked to blow me before. You loved it when I slammed down your throat until you gagged and I blew my load into that sweet virgin mouth of yours.”

The fist slid up and down his cock once. Twice.

He did groan aloud then.

Drago leaned down and bit his neck just hard enough to make his dick lurch. “Have I ever mentioned how much I like teasing you like this? It’s my turn to top this time. Will you give yourself to me, Spencer? Like old times? When I could do anything I wanted to you? With you?”

“Okay. Uhh. Yeah.”

“Yeah what?” Drago growled in his ear and then swirled his tongue into the same ear. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, lights out, right now. I don’t want there to be any confusion later, any doubts about whether you agreed to this or not.”

Desire exploded behind his eyelids in a shimmer of twinkling light that blinded him to anything but his lover. He’d spent ten long, lonely,hornyyears praying for this moment.

“Suck me, Drago,” he rasped. He cleared his throat, which was suddenly, inexplicably tight. “Take me, fuck me, do anything you want to me.”

“Thank God,” Dray said fervently.

Drago surged up off the bed and took a moment to move the table back. Then he reached down and undid Spencer’s zipper, and then, as he lifted his hips, Dray yanked the pants down his legs, taking his underwear with it.

Spencer’s erection sprang up like a tent pole between them, ivory and pink, its hood bright red and glistening with precum. He watched as Drago fell to his knees and that delicious mouth closed around his cock.

Drago sucked hard, almost painfully, and Spencer arched up off the mattress with a low cry.

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