Never Say Never (8 page)

Adam removed his fingers and rolled the rubber over his lover’s thick shaft. “We’re ready, Sir.”

Nick motioned to the easy chair. “Throw the towel over the back. Stand up and spread your legs for me. You’re about to get the screw of a lifetime.”

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Jenna Byrnes

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Adam’s cock slapped against his leg as he hurriedly crawled across the room. He was ready—
more than ready
—to be royally fucked. He fought for self-control so he wouldn’t shoot on the chair. The towel was a courtesy. His Master did
not
expect him to need it.

He climbed to his feet and spread his legs, trembling at the thought of what was to come.

Nick wrapped one arm around his waist and guided his cock into Adam’s well-lubed hole.

Adam groaned
.
Neither of them was in the mood to bother with pleasantries. He wanted to be filled, and his master wanted to do the honours.
He loves me!
Exhilaration flooded through Adam as his ass heated with a stinging, burning sensation. It had been several days coming, and he relished the pain before it subsided and pleasure kicked in.

“Aw, fuck.”
I’ve missed this so much. I need him.
“Need you,” he murmured out loud.

Adam lowered his head and closed his eyes. A tug to his leash caused his head to snap back, and he yelped.

“Stay focused while I put it to you
.”

“Yes, Master.” He fought to remain clear-headed. Euphoria threatened to sweep away his consciousness. This was what he loved best. What he’d come to crave in the short time they’d practiced D/s together. Nick’s total control of his body. Nick’s cock imbedded deep inside him, his hand on the leash controlling Adam’s every move. Adam groaned with pleasure and battled the urge to climax.

Nick grunted and swore unintelligible words. His body tensed, the forceful pounding into Adam’s ass taking it’s toll. He let out a low moan, and Adam knew from experience his Master was coming.

He closed his eyes to ground himself, to fight back his own burgeoning climax.
Not yet.

Ride this out, and he’ll allow me to come soon.

“What the fuck is going on here?” a low, incredulous voice demanded.

Adam’s eyes flew open. He blinked to clear the sweat streaming off his forehead and tried to focus his vision. The voice was familiar. He blinked again.
Mitch
. Wearing his signature cowboy hat, ratty T-shirt and jeans, his long, brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, Mitch looked the same as he always did, grounded and real in a suddenly unreal situation.

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“Mitch! What are you doing here?”

“My question stands!” the man insisted, a look of utter shock on his face.

Adam’s head jerked back.

Nick muttered into his ear, “Don’t even think about moving, you little prick. I’m coming
now
.” He gasped and shuddered, his hold on Adam’s leash stronger than ever.

Horrified, Adam closed his eyes. Nick emptied into him with no signs of embarrassment whatsoever. Nick swore and pounded away, finally slapping Adam’s ass when his orgasm subsided.

“Oh, yeah. My guy. Such a tight, hot ass.”

Adam opened his eyes. He hoped for a moment Mitch might not be there, that it had all been some mixed-up, kinky dream.

The man was still there, the expression on his face changing from shock to anger.

“You’re one sick son of a bitch,” he said to Nick.

Nick chuckled as he eased his cock from Adam’s anus. He released the leash and strolled in front of the easy chair to peel away his full, used rubber. “You’ll have to excuse us.

We weren’t expecting company.”

Adam couldn’t believe the amused expression on Nick’s face. He also couldn’t believe his lover’s cock was still erect after the ass-pounding he’d just given.
He’s getting off on this!

He inhaled to steady himself and stood upright. Facing Mitch, Adam was embarrassed by his dick, which was also full and standing tall. He grabbed the towel and held it in front of himself. “Mitch, what the devil is going on?”

“I still had the key.”

Adam blinked, amazed he’d forgotten to change the locks.
Or did I secretly not want to
change them, hoping one day he might return?
He shook his head. “That doesn’t give you the right to use it. I specifically asked you not to come around.”

“Things have changed in a year, cowboy.” Nick smiled at Mitch. “I presume you can tell.”

Mitch scowled. “I see all kinds of things I never would have believed.”

“You need to leave,” Adam asserted.

Mitch glanced at him, eyes softening. “I want to talk to you.”

“Obviously, this isn’t the time.”

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“It’s important.” Mitch shifted from one foot to the other, suddenly looking uncomfortable.

“Do you have Adam’s number?” Nick asked in a friendly tone. “You could call him tomorrow. I’m sure we’ll be done by then.”

Mitch’s eyes blazed.

“Yeah, call me tomorrow.” Adam tried to put meaning into his own expression.
Go.

Now.

“Damn, I can’t believe this.” Mitch shook his head.

Nick walked to the entry, holding the used condom and still sporting a raging hard-on.

He opened the door and smiled. “Have a nice night.”

Mitch slipped past him and left, shooting Adam one last, fiery glance.

Adam looked away.

Nick closed and locked the door then turned to face him. “That was fun.”

“You’re out of your mind.” Adam thought his heart might explode with the conflict.

“Nah.” Nick chuckled. “Let me get rid of this.” He held up the rubber and strolled into the kitchen. When he came out he was stroking his cock. “So, I finally met Mitch. I didn’t expect him to be so good-looking. And his long hair! Son of a bitch! I could wrap my fists around those silken strands.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Adam stared at Nick with disbelief. He reached for the buckle on his leather collar, anxious to get it off and start ridding his mind of memories.

“Don’t. I’m not finished with you, yet. Hand me your leash and kneel before me. Your little show made me hard again and hotter than ever. Suck my cock. See if you can coax a third climax from my balls in an hour.”

“Are you serious?” Adam gaped in shock.

Nick smiled. “Suck it. And you’d better not fucking come. You might be denied an orgasm tonight for your insolence.”

“No problem there.” Adam dropped to his knees. His erection had long since deflated.

His stomach churned, and he thought he might be sick.

Nick spread his feet and thrust his cock forward. “Take it all, slut.” He held out a hand.

“I’m waiting.”

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Adam gave his Master the end of his leash and assumed his position. A drop of cum on the slit of Nick’s cock glistened.
Like a one-eyed monster
. He licked off the creamy seed. The taste sent shivers of warmth and desire down his spine.

Nick jerked up on the leash, and Adam’s head bobbed.

What am I doing?
Confusion and nerves nearly split him in two.
Mitch should never have
seen what he just witnessed. He was disgusted with my submissive role just as I knew he would be.

Nick thrust into his mouth, and Adam accepted the face-fucking, his mind continuing to race.
What the hell did Nick mean about wrapping his fist around Mitch’s hair? Is Nick
considering sex with Mitch? Would he make me watch—or let me join in?
A thrill ran down his spine.
Sex with Nick, Mitch and me together
. The idea was preposterous, but it had his erection waving full and thick in no time. Surely, Nick wouldn’t consider such a thing. Adam was visualising it, though, and couldn’t believe his own thoughts.
Oh my God!

“Suck me. That’s it.” Nick held the leash in one hand, Adam’s hair in the other. He suddenly disengaged his hold on both and lightly shoved Adam back. Nick clutched his shaft and stroked it back and forth, releasing a stream of cum that sprayed Adam’s chest. He continued to jack himself, allowing the spray to drench his submissive.

“Aw, fuck,” he finally muttered.

“Please,” Adam begged in a throaty voice. His shaft had hardened painfully, his balls ached for respite.

“On your back!” Nick snapped.

Adam quickly obeyed and sighed with pleasure as he watched his Master climb between his legs.

“Your erection is back. For a minute, I thought our guest ruined that for you.”

“I did, too, Sir,” Adam said truthfully. A switch had flipped in his brain. Now, the image of group sex with Nick and Mitch was the fantasy he’d use to send him over the edge.

“You’re still hot for the cowboy, aren’t you?” Nick blew on Adam’s balls then sent a whisper-thin waft of air across his dick.

Adam’s sac crinkled. Shaft erect and weeping, it felt so good, Adam could have wept, himself. “I’m hot for
you
, Sir. I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” He touched the leather collar around his neck and let his fingers settle on the necklace underneath it, now locked there permanently. “I’m your property, Master. Use me as you wish.”

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“Damn, I like that. Come for me, slut. Let me drink your cream. Afterwards, we’ll talk about ways I might use you.” His mouth covered Adam’s dick, and he sucked firmly.

Mind boggled, Adam couldn’t think about anything as he bucked his hips to speed his release. His imminent orgasm was his only concern at that moment. The rest—well, the rest was up to Nick.
Everything is up to Nick
.

“Now!” his Master demanded, mouth full, squeezing Adam’s balls.

Adam gasped and shuddered, riding the crest of a climax so intense he thought he might simply float into the air. He closed his eyes, smiled, and let it carry him away.

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Mitch slipped into his mother’s house quietly, hoping not to wake her. He tossed his hat on the sofa then grabbed a beer from the fridge and crept down the hall. Peeking into her room, he heard the chugging and whirring of her oxygen machine. It clicked every eight seconds as it cycled. He’d lain awake at night counting until he’d gotten used to the noise and was able to ignore it.

His mother slept peacefully, but Mitch noticed the nasal cannula intended to supply oxygen to her lungs lying loose on the bed. He entered the room and set his beer on her bedside table so he could reinsert the plastic tubing back into her nose.

She stirred and opened her eyes. “Hey, baby.”

“Hi, Mama. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Your air thing fell out.”

A wracking cough shook her body, and she leaned up then relaxed once it had passed.

“It doesn’t help, anyway.”

“The doctor says it does, so leave it in, please.”

She gazed up at him with tired, brown eyes. “Not sure why I ever let you go to the doctor’s office with me. I should have known you’d throw everything he said back at me.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He straightened her covers and glanced at her water glass to make sure it wasn’t empty. In the few weeks he’d been back, they’d been over the same subject again and again. Maria Silver suffered from end stage lung cancer and emphysema. Years of smoking had taken its toll. He hated seeing her lying in bed, helpless and pathetic. All he could do was help make her as comfortable as possible.

Mitch smiled into her wrinkled, sun-creased face and pushed her greying hair off her forehead. She’d been a bear when forced to quit smoking. Always had been in the dozens of attempts she’d made in the past.

“Did you see Adam?” She clutched his other hand.

The image of his old lover, collared and leashed like a dog while the arrogant, black-haired bastard fucked him, hadn’t left Mitch’s mind. “Oh, yeah. I saw him.”

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Her eyes sparkled. “How is he?”

I have no idea
. He shrugged. “It wasn’t a good time to talk. I’m going to call him tomorrow.”

“Tell him I’d love to see him. He was always like a son to me.”

“I know.” Mitch brushed her hair back one more time. Once pure black, it’d grown in almost completely grey after her last round of chemotherapy. “I’ll tell him. Anything you need? I’m going to hit the sack.”

“No, I’m fine. Tired.” She squeezed his fingers.

He leant down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Sleep well, Mama. Call if you need me.”

“I will. Goodnight.”

Mitch grabbed his beer and walked out, down the hall to his bedroom. He closed the door and opened the bottle, taking a long swig. Never in his wildest imagination had he pictured himself back here, taking care of his dying mother. There was no one else. His father had checked out years ago, and Mitch had no brothers or sisters.

When she’d gotten sick, his mother’s church friends had rallied around her, taking her to the doctor and chemo appointments. As her condition worsened, some friends had fallen away. Either unsure about how to help her any longer or uncomfortable with her condition, he didn’t know. But there were just a few people who came and went these days. Mostly it was him and one neighbour seeing to her needs.

He chugged the rest of his beer, enjoying the cool burn as it slid down his throat. He stripped and shut off the light before climbing into bed. He should brush his teeth, and he needed to release his hair from the ponytail. But he felt heartsick inside and didn’t want to do anything but sleep.

He reached for his dick and wasn’t surprised to find it semi-hard. Ever since he’d come home and started thinking about Adam, he’d experienced nightly hardons. He’d stroked himself to completion under the sheets, night after night. He’d fantasised about his old lover and how things might be with him again. He’d empty his balls into a towel or T-shirt, suffered a pang of guilt remembering his mother and fallen asleep thinking about Adam.