Page 23 of Shrouded Desires
Raine widened his eyes dramatically. “You want me to sit my bare ass on a wooden bench that how many asses have sat on?”
Storm pulled the door shut behind him. “Fine, spread the towel out on the bench and sit on it.”
“If you say so, Sir.” Raine’s tone bordered almost on belligerent, but Storm let it slide. If he tried to take the boy in hand at the moment, he’d end up than doing more than paddling the boy’s bottom.
“I do.” He narrowed his gaze. “Did you forget I said I’d do your evening inspection here? How am I supposed to do that if you’re covered?”
Raine sighed, then rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say, Sir. I’m just tired of being the only one naked here.” He lifted up to unknot the fabric.
It didn’t take long for Raine arrange the towel and to drop his ass back to the bench, his legs kicked out in front of him, as he leaned back, his body exposed to Storm’s avid gaze. The sleek muscles that had tempted him earlier were now laid out like a banquet for his viewing pleasure.
“By all means…” Sinking down on the bench adjacent to Raine, Storm spread out his own towel, then dropped his shorts “…let me even the scorecard.” What was good for the goose and all that shit, he decided. Besides it would do the boy good to see what he would be getting before he sank deep inside that tight ass.
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Several minutes later, Raine fought to keep his dick soft as Storm draped his arms across the back of the bench. The man was acting like he hadn’t nearly kissed him earlier. It really wasn’t fair. All that dark skin beaded with sweat, tattoos, piercings through not only his nipples but through the end of his dick as well were on display, begging Raine to touch – to drop to his knees and beg the man to let him explore. It was a new form of torture for a sub who rarely jerked off, let alone contemplated the idea of sex with another man in recent years. But with all that sexiness in his face, he wasn’t sure how he was to resist the urge now.
“Here.” Storm reached down, picked up one of the bottles of water, then tossed it to him. The man was completely unfazed, as if it didn’t matter that he was sitting buck ass naked in front of a man he barely knew.
“Thank you, Sir.” Raine caught the drink in one hand, then rested it against his stomach, just above where it joined his pubis. The icy kiss helped keep his dick at bay at least until Storm’s gaze turned hard.
“Spread them, and get that bottle off your dick, boy.”
“Sir?” He nearly choked as Storm absently cupped himself, but still obeyed the command. He set the bottle next to him on the towel.
“You heard me. I didn’t stutter.” He gave his dick a squeeze. “Surely I’m not the first man that has lusted after your body.”
Raine’s cheeks began to burn. “Ah, no. But Master kept them at bay. Unless…” He swallowed hard.
“Unless what?” Storm narrowed his eyes.
“I asked for more than a scene.”
The shaft in Storm’s hand began to harden, then lengthen. Fuck, that was hot. There was something decidedly erotic about watching a man harden with desire.
“Do tell.” His voice had gone raspy.
“Not too much to tell, Sir.” He shrugged his shoulders, trying like hell not to stare at the other man’s groin.
“Really?” Storm sat up straight and released his dick. “Why do I find that hard to believe? You have to know you’re sexy as fuck.”
“I don’t see myself as some femme fatale, Sir. I’m a scarred, screwed up, submissive gay man. It’s hard to leave that baggage at the door.”
“Fair enough.” Storm leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. “But I don’t care about that baggage. I want to see you stroke yourself, boy. I need to know how hard you get. If you’re a grower or a shower.”
This time a squeak escaped his throat. It’d been a long while since a dominant had commanded him to masturbate. “Sir?”
“Do it, boy. Get that dick nice and hard for me.” Storm’s tone didn’t change, nor did the determination in his gaze. “I want to see you dripping with excitement, Raine.”
“I…okay.” He tentatively reached down to touch himself. It didn’t take long, just a few strokes up, down, and around the head at the top of his stroke, for his dick to harden and curve up toward his belly. Precum beaded on the tip, making it glisten. He wasn’t the thickest around, but like the rest of his body, it was long and slender.
“Damn…” Storm continued to stare hungrily at Raine’s cock. “…I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier.” His gaze lifted to meet Raine’s. “With a dick like that, I can’t believe you aren’t playing with it more often.”
Raine shrugged, his hand stilling. “Maybe - when I was a teenager.”
“I didn’t tell you to stop.” Storm growled. “Show me what you like. What trips your trigger.”
“What?” Need swirled through him, even as it paired with uncertainty. “Why?”
