Thomas's Choice
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“I thought you wanted to be dominated,” he teased and licked again. “Doesn’t that mean you have to do what I want?”
“Stop it, Eddie, you’re going too far!”
“On the contrary, I’m not going far enough.” He scooted farther down, dipping his face lower until his mouth hovered over the cut on Thomas’s ass cheek. He gave a tentative lick, then another long stroke over the cut. It mended almost instantly, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he continued to caress Thomas by pressing kisses on his skin.
A moan broke the silence in the room, and it had come from Thomas, who, underneath Eddie, had stopped fighting, his muscles relaxing. Eddie released Thomas’s shoulders, sliding his hands along his muscular torso until he reached his hips.
Eddie lifted his weight off Thomas, allowing him to lift himself onto his hands and knees.
Automatically, as if he’d done it a hundred times, Eddie ran one hand along his crack and past the entrance to his dark portal.
He dove between Thomas’s legs, touching his balls, cupping the precious stones in his palm.
A sharp hiss came from Thomas’s lips. “Fuck, Eddie! You know what I need.”
Strangely enough, he knew exactly what Thomas wanted. And what Eddie craved right now.
“Do you have any lube?”
Thomas pointed to a cabinet on the wall.
Releasing Thomas’s balls, Eddie stood and walked to the cabinet, opening it. An array of sex toys lay neatly arranged on several shelves: dildos in all shapes and sizes, clamps, rings, handcuffs, and straps. His pulse kicked up. It appeared that Thomas was into some kinky shit.
While he thought this would disgust him, no such feeling rose in him. On the contrary, it only seemed to make his cock harder.
Finding the tube of lubricant, he grabbed it and turned back to Thomas, colliding with his intense gaze. No other person had ever looked at him with such hunger in his eyes.
Setting the tube on top of the cabinet for a moment, he pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Not breaking eye contact, he opened the button of his pants and slid the zipper down, slowly peeling away the layer of leather that hid his hard-on. As he pushed the pants down and kicked off his shoes, he noticed Thomas licking his lips.
Without hesitation, he rid himself of his boxer briefs, allowing his erection to pop free.
Then he took the tube of lubricant and walked back to the chaise, basking in the admiring glow of Thomas’s eyes. When he stopped before him, he opened the tube and pressed a dollop of it into his palm.
“I never thought you’d be the one to let . . . ” Eddie didn’t know how to put it without hurting Thomas’s feelings.
“ . . . let another man fuck me?” Thomas looked up at him. “Very few have. But with you, I want to feel everything.”
Eddie took his erection into his hand and lubricated it. The thought of feeling Thomas’s tight muscles around his cock in a few seconds almost drove him insane with lust. Impatiently, he moved between Thomas’s spread thighs, his legs to either side of the chaise longue, remaining standing behind him. Then he squeezed more lube into his hand and brought it to Thomas’s crack.
As he let his fingers slide down, a visible shiver went through Thomas. A moan followed.
When he reached the tight ring of muscle that guarded the dark portal, Eddie rubbed over it with his lube-covered fingers, circling it like a tiger its prey. Power surged inside him, making his chest swell. He would be the one to take charge now. No longer was he the person who succumbed to Thomas seducing him with his alluring touch, leaving him defenseless and weak.
Tonight, he would be the one to fuck Thomas until he was quivering and asking for mercy.
Virtually shuddering from anticipation, Eddie pressed his finger against Thomas’s anus and felt the tight muscle give way, allowing him to slip knuckle-deep inside him.
A deep groan echoed through the room. Encouraged by it, Eddie thrust his finger deeper until it could go no farther. The tightness with which Thomas’s interior muscles gripped his finger was intoxicating. His cock would never survive this.
“Fuck!” Thomas hissed.
“Yeah,” Eddie murmured, his breath deserting him. He pulled his finger out slowly, then spread more lube over the entrance and repeated the action. The second time he entered, the motion was smoother, the lubricant making him slide more easily without taking away from the exhilarating sensation of feeling Thomas gripping him.
“You love being fucked, don’t you?” he asked and moved his finger in and out in a steady rhythm.
Thomas panted, his hips rocking back and forth in synch with Eddie’s thrusts. “Get on with it!” he ground out through clenched teeth.
“Stop it, Eddie, you’re going too far!”
“On the contrary, I’m not going far enough.” He scooted farther down, dipping his face lower until his mouth hovered over the cut on Thomas’s ass cheek. He gave a tentative lick, then another long stroke over the cut. It mended almost instantly, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he continued to caress Thomas by pressing kisses on his skin.
A moan broke the silence in the room, and it had come from Thomas, who, underneath Eddie, had stopped fighting, his muscles relaxing. Eddie released Thomas’s shoulders, sliding his hands along his muscular torso until he reached his hips.
Eddie lifted his weight off Thomas, allowing him to lift himself onto his hands and knees.
Automatically, as if he’d done it a hundred times, Eddie ran one hand along his crack and past the entrance to his dark portal.
He dove between Thomas’s legs, touching his balls, cupping the precious stones in his palm.
A sharp hiss came from Thomas’s lips. “Fuck, Eddie! You know what I need.”
Strangely enough, he knew exactly what Thomas wanted. And what Eddie craved right now.
“Do you have any lube?”
Thomas pointed to a cabinet on the wall.
Releasing Thomas’s balls, Eddie stood and walked to the cabinet, opening it. An array of sex toys lay neatly arranged on several shelves: dildos in all shapes and sizes, clamps, rings, handcuffs, and straps. His pulse kicked up. It appeared that Thomas was into some kinky shit.
While he thought this would disgust him, no such feeling rose in him. On the contrary, it only seemed to make his cock harder.
Finding the tube of lubricant, he grabbed it and turned back to Thomas, colliding with his intense gaze. No other person had ever looked at him with such hunger in his eyes.
Setting the tube on top of the cabinet for a moment, he pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Not breaking eye contact, he opened the button of his pants and slid the zipper down, slowly peeling away the layer of leather that hid his hard-on. As he pushed the pants down and kicked off his shoes, he noticed Thomas licking his lips.
Without hesitation, he rid himself of his boxer briefs, allowing his erection to pop free.
Then he took the tube of lubricant and walked back to the chaise, basking in the admiring glow of Thomas’s eyes. When he stopped before him, he opened the tube and pressed a dollop of it into his palm.
“I never thought you’d be the one to let . . . ” Eddie didn’t know how to put it without hurting Thomas’s feelings.
“ . . . let another man fuck me?” Thomas looked up at him. “Very few have. But with you, I want to feel everything.”
Eddie took his erection into his hand and lubricated it. The thought of feeling Thomas’s tight muscles around his cock in a few seconds almost drove him insane with lust. Impatiently, he moved between Thomas’s spread thighs, his legs to either side of the chaise longue, remaining standing behind him. Then he squeezed more lube into his hand and brought it to Thomas’s crack.
As he let his fingers slide down, a visible shiver went through Thomas. A moan followed.
When he reached the tight ring of muscle that guarded the dark portal, Eddie rubbed over it with his lube-covered fingers, circling it like a tiger its prey. Power surged inside him, making his chest swell. He would be the one to take charge now. No longer was he the person who succumbed to Thomas seducing him with his alluring touch, leaving him defenseless and weak.
Tonight, he would be the one to fuck Thomas until he was quivering and asking for mercy.
Virtually shuddering from anticipation, Eddie pressed his finger against Thomas’s anus and felt the tight muscle give way, allowing him to slip knuckle-deep inside him.
A deep groan echoed through the room. Encouraged by it, Eddie thrust his finger deeper until it could go no farther. The tightness with which Thomas’s interior muscles gripped his finger was intoxicating. His cock would never survive this.
“Fuck!” Thomas hissed.
“Yeah,” Eddie murmured, his breath deserting him. He pulled his finger out slowly, then spread more lube over the entrance and repeated the action. The second time he entered, the motion was smoother, the lubricant making him slide more easily without taking away from the exhilarating sensation of feeling Thomas gripping him.
“You love being fucked, don’t you?” he asked and moved his finger in and out in a steady rhythm.
Thomas panted, his hips rocking back and forth in synch with Eddie’s thrusts. “Get on with it!” he ground out through clenched teeth.
