Page 12 of Echoes of a Muted Song

“Not through with you!”

In the quiet of the room I could hear his snarled words, the heat in his eyes making my spent cock twitch. Clearly my body knew we wanted more, needed it, even while my brain was still trying to piece my name together.

Oh yeah.

Johnny fuckin’ Amaral.

Aunty would have a fit if she knew how often I used that for my middle name in place of the one my mama had given me.

Draven pulled me up into a kiss and while I was still breathless, yanked my t-shirt off over my head and hurled it across the room. I could only sit there blinking as he undid his jeans and shoved them down enough to expose his cock, which like mine was still drooping, but man did it look delicious.

“Suck me!”

Fuuuuuuck, that was hot. Even low, his voicerumbled with the kind of authority I’d been longing for. I’d craved it, dreamed about it, tossed coins in fuckin’ wishing fountains hoping that whatever spirts dwelt in the water would actually grant it. Now they had and oh my goddess, I was drooling as I opened my mouth and let him guide the head of his cock past my lips. His fingers in my hair held me steady, never tugging, just holding me there as I ran my tongue around the crown, smelling musk and tasting the essence of his spilt release lingering there.

“You like commands, don’t you?”

I moaned my response around him, letting my lips and tongue do the talking as he groaned, a hoarse, broken sound as he petted my hair.

“Gonna program a bunch of them into my device and watch you shiver each time I play one. Damn, you’re so good for me.”

The praise sent my soul soaring. I wanted to show him how good I could be, how good I was, and treated him to a blow job that would make a porn star envious. Sucking, slurping, filthy sounds spilled from me while his fingers flexed and tightened in my hair, which I’d always loved having pulled.

Then he tapped me on the nose, and I gazed up into lust-blown eyes and instantly understood what he wanted. I let his dick slip from my lips and let go of the hold I had on his thighs, while he slowly uncurled his fingers from my hair. We never took our eyes off one another as heslithered backward off the bed, nearly falling on his ass when his pants fell the rest of the way around his ankles.

Giggling, I waved and lay back, deliberately spreading my legs slowly, so he could watch the show I was about to treat him to. Lube was still beneath his pillow, so I slicked my fingers up and rubbed two around my entrance, raising my hips when I finally penetrated myself. I’d timed it perfectly, too, he was half in and half out of his t-shirt when I moaned, eyelids fluttering, hips rocking, just a little.

His jaw dropped as he stood there, one arm out with the neck of the shirt trapped behind his head. I licked my lips and pressed my fingers deeper, whined and bucked my hips again, hoping like hell that I wasn’t about to torpedo the whole evening, but I needed to see how he’d react.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I begged and saw his eyes widen a fraction before he stripped the t-shirt off.

The need in his eyes had darkened to something deeper than the wicked flame that had already been there and holy shit, I had my answer. When his lips moved, I read the words as clearly as if he’d spoken them.

Call me that again.

“Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy!”

He snatched a condom from the new box we’d bought earlier, ripping it open with his teethand rolling it on as I kept fingering myself, hips rocking as I really started getting into it. My eyes drifted closed, so I never saw him coming until he’d gripped my wrist and my eyes popped open to see him looming over me.

His lips formed the wordmineas he pulled my fingers from my body and replaced them with his own. Thicker, longer, he pressed me to the bed, one hand excreting the barest pressure on my throat while he worked me open.

Holy fuck, had he been talking to Jagger? Had my best friend spilled the beans about how much I loved to be choked, just a little?

It worked the way it always did, narrowing my vision, making me whine and squirm. I nearly came when he finally filled me, bottoming out in one go and cutting off my air so I couldn’t scream.

“Mine!” he snarled in my ear as he started fucking me, the whole bed rocking with the force of his thrusts. That declaration and the way he filled me so completely narrowed my vision down even more. Even sound faded. There was just the pleasure of being owned. He kissed me rough and messy, hooked my legs over my shoulders, folded me the fuck in half, and grabbed the headboard behind my head as he hammered into me like the world was coming to an end.

I swear I died a little when I came again, and still he kept going like a jackrabbit in heat,drawing my orgasm out until I lay bruised and boneless beneath him, blissed out as he filled the condom while the stars behind my eyes erupted into a supernova.

Chapter 8

(Draven)

Johnny’s eyelids were thin slits, barely cracked open, and I could tell he wasn’t tracking a single move I made when I stood from the bed and went to the bathroom, grabbing the ice bucket along the way. We could get another one tomorrow. Right now, I needed something to hold warm, soapy water, so I could clean the spit, cum and lube from his skin. I did a quick washup of myself in the bathroom, admiring the scratches he’d left down my arms and over my hips.

Hearing him call me Daddy had tripped a switch inside of me that had been off for years. Touring and constantly writing and recording music had made it impossible to maintain that kind of relationship with anyone, let alone some of the women I’d attempted to date over the years. Driven, creative, like me and Johnny, they’d known what they’d wanted, and they’d gone after it, barely making time for hasty gettogethers whenever we were in the same place. It was the kind of relationship I’d both loved and loathed, because I’d wanted more than a short-term thing, but hadn’t been willing to give up anything to have it, nor had I expected them to, either.

Johnny and I, we were already on the same road, and if the plans I’d been making came to fruition, then I’d get to experience the thrill of having a long-term sub in my life the way I’d always craved. And he, holy shit, Johnny had said the word with such desperation that I could tell he’d been craving control, something I could have given him years ago if I’d figured my own shit out.

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