The Hook-Up (4 page)

Emir stepped in front of me, idly toying with
his zipper in the space between us. I wanted to look down, to see
if he would unzip, but it seemed like something I
shouldn
’
t do without an
invitation.

He reached out, trailing his fingers down my
cheek to cup my chin and lift my face up to meet his gaze. It was
more uncomfortable than I would have imagined, being in such a,
well, a submissive position. Was this what appealed to Sophie and
the other partners I
’
d
been with?

As quickly as my mind began to stray, the
thoughts evaporated, lost under my responsibility to stay where I
was and await instruction.

Beneath the tenderness in his gaze, I
recognized a spark of the Dom. The same perverted, mean edge that
was so funny and enjoyable to me when I was in charge. It was
exciting, seeing it from this perspective, and comfortingly
familiar.
You and he are just alike
, it promised me.
There’s no real danger here.

I
’
d never felt that with Stephen.

When it seemed the silence and the waiting
would be too much, Emir pulled his hand back and unzipped his
jeans. “Would you like to suck my cock?”

My breath stalled, longing building painfully
in my chest as he pulled himself free. Emir had a penis that was
really, objectively, beautiful. In length and girth, he was above
average, but not ridiculously so, as I
’
m sometimes embarrassed of being. His skin was
smooth, and although I preferred uncircumcised men, he was
exquisitely shaped.

Would I like to suck his cock? What a
needless question with a painfully obvious answer.

I watched, my mouth dry from anticipation, as
Emir took one of the condoms and tore open the packet. He took his
time inspecting it, as though he were considering a diamond he was
about to purchase. Then, with the same intent focus, he clicked
open the top of the lube bottle and added a few small drops to the
inside of the condom, before rolling it on. He smoothed it down
with a firm hand, and my fingers ached to touch him.

I leaned forward, reaching out to steady
myself against his knees, and he pushed my hands away.

“Arms behind your back, and I asked you a
question,” he admonished. “Follow the rules.”

“
Oui, M
onsieur
.” I liked that phrase; it was
apology and submission together, like one of Sophie
’
s whimpered Yes, Sirs. I was proud
of myself that I was capable of it. I added, “I would love to suck
your cock.”

Emir sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned
me closer. It was awkward, shuffling toward him on my knees, but
that was the point. I wondered if Sophie could see all the strings
in the puppet show when we were doing a scene, or if it was merely
that I’d had so much experience being the puppeteer.

“
No
hands,
” Emir said, slowly stroking the length of his
erection. “You may only use your mouth.”

I looked down at his cock, wondering how in
the hell I was going to perform oral sex without touching him.
I
’
d like to think I give
very good head, but it
’
s
a combination of stroking with the hand as well as the pressure of
lips and a purposeful tongue. This would interfere with my
technique. I glanced up at him, hoping he could read my preemptive
apology in my expression, wetted my lips and leaned down.

To my relief, Emir took himself in his hand
and helped me meet him; I pulled the wide tip into my mouth and
almost groaned in relief, my own cock twitching as I imagined how
Emir felt. His hiss of indrawn breath painted those imaginings with
sharper clarity, and his other hand fell to the back of my head. I
didn
’
t slip further
down, but took my time swirling the loose, lubricated latex with my
tongue. Quite considerately, he
’
d used a flavored condom, and the strawberry taste
helped mask the rubber.

I tilted my head to slide my lips and tongue
down the underside of his shaft, teased at the apex where the two
curves of the rolled edge of his glans met. I tapped my tongue down
the straining ridge there, and sucked, drawing the condom back and
forth over the sensitive area.

I stole a glance at his face, and found his
eyes closed, a small vertical crease between his eyebrows as they
drew together. The sight of him enjoying my work sent my arousal
into the red; I was painfully hard, and I knew my release
wouldn
’
t come soon.

Lifting my head, I took him into my mouth
fully, as much as I could manage. I don
’
t have my girlfriend
’
s particular talents where the act is concerned,
but I did get about half of him in before he hit my soft palate,
and I gagged slightly.

He moaned at the sound, the hand on my head
pushing me gently down, choking me a bit more, just enough to color
my reaction with a touch of fear. When he stopped exerting
pressure, it was to grip my short hair as best he could to lift me
off. I gasped for breath, drooling onto his cock, and he rubbed my
neck in gentle circles as he tapped himself against my panting
mouth. “How are you, Leif? Do you need me to slow down?”

While what sounded like a rational part of my
mind argued that I should be frightened, because I
had
been
frightened before, with Stephen, I couldn
’
t bring myself to dampen my excitement.
“
No,
Monsieur
. I
’
m
enjoying myself.”

“
Good.
” His fingers curled over the nape of my neck,
and he looked into my eyes with such earnest tenderness that had I
not already been so completely in love with Sophie, I might have
had room to fall for Emir, as well.

He guided my head down, and I went back to
work, slow and steady, alternating sucking and releasing with the
bobbing rhythm of my head. I swirled my tongue around him when I
could, and tapped the underside of his shaft and head the rest of
the time. I knew I was doing well when he began lifting his hips in
time to my motions, and short, sharp “
ahs
” of pleasure burst from him.

“That
’
s enough,” he said finally, when his erection was
as hard as iron and twitching against the roof of my mouth. Any
longer, and he would have come; I felt it in the insistent throb of
his pulse against my tongue. I released him and sat back on my
heels while he slipped off the condom and tossed it into the
trash.

Emir
tucked
himself away and zipped up. “You have plugs,
yes?”

I nodded. “In a cupboard in the closet. Would
you like me go and get one?”

His expression didn
’
t change, but I felt his silent
reminder.

“Would you like me to go and get one,
Monsieur
?”

“No. I will go. You will bend over the bed
and wait for me.”

I did as he commanded, though my knees were
beginning to ache. Perhaps submission was a younger man
’
s game.

Listening to him rummage through the toy
cabinet was damned difficult. All I wanted to do was call out
suggestions, but the evening was entirely out of my hands. My body
seemed unable to come to a decision on holding my breath versus
breathing at an alarmingly fast pace.

I
’
d hoped I wouldn
’
t pass out. It would have been a ridiculous thing
to have to explain to the ambulance drivers.

The longer he made me wait, the more
ultra-aware I became. It was a technique I used with Sophie
sometimes. Anticipation sharpens the senses, tunes them in on their
goal. At that moment, my goal was do whatever it took to get Emir
to let me come.

His soles made a
zip-shush, zip-shush
sound against the carpet, and I
marveled that I could hear it at all over the pounding of my heart.
He gently toed my calves apart and stood between my naked legs, his
jeans brushing the backs of my thighs.

“You have an impressive collection,” he said
with a note of humor in his voice.

“
Merci, Monsieur
.” If he only knew how much more
there usually was in that cabinet. I heard a wrapper opening;
surely he didn
’
t mean to
fuck me right now?

Perhaps he
’s putting a condom on the plug,
I
reasoned.

“Spread for me,” he ordered.

I reached behind me to comply, trying not to
think about how utterly vulnerable the position felt. Embarrassing,
even… I thought of all the times I
’
d given Sophie similar commands, and reconsidered;
I
’
d never once found
Sophie awkward or ridiculous in this situation. Just thinking of
her in this context
sent
more blood pounding to my groin. I ached to be touched.

There was a click, and a few drops of
something frightfully cold landed between my cheeks. I waited for
the touch of the plug, wondered if he would be gentle or simply
forge ahead. Perhaps I should have told him that it had been a
very, very long time since I
’
d been the receptive partner in anal intercourse.
It had been… good lord, it had been before my relationship with
Elizabeth, over five years ago.

But I
’
d be damned if I let him think I was some kind of…
well,
wuss
.

When the dam touched me, I nearly shot
straight up from my bent-over position. When his face pressed into
the cleft of my ass, I rolled my lips between my teeth to hold back
my moan.

He leaned back. “No, no. You
’
re not going to stay quiet
tonight.”

Then his tongue swiped over me, coated by the
dam, aided by the lube he
’
d drizzled onto me. He could have shocked me with a
violet wand, and I would have been less jolted. This was a rare
pleasure; I wasn
’
t used
to being on the receptive end of this particular activity.

He rolled his tongue lazily over the dam,
alternating long strokes with a gentle tapping that sent a
stuttering current of electric pleasure straight to the root of my
cock. And then his tongue slipped in, stretched the tight ring of
muscle, teased it from the inside, and I made a noise so pathetic
that it startled me. My nerves were so raw and excited, I felt as
though I could come just from grinding my cock against the edge of
the bed. That I didn
’
t
could be seen as a testament to my admirable willpower.

He worked at me for a long time, prodding and
swirling, withdrawing to repeat the actions externally. The lubed
rubber glided with his every flick and suck. All the while I held
myself open for him, my fingers digging into my flesh as I writhed
and humped, moaned and begged.

Begged
. I actually begged him, though
I didn
’
t know what I was
pleading for. My favorite word that crossed Sophie
’
s lips during our play was
“please,” and the more desperate the better. Now that I knew how
heightened her need must have been in all of those moments, I was
only more aroused by the memories.

Pumping my hips against the bed, I rasped,
“Please.”

He lifted his head, and I groaned in
disappointment. It hadn
’
t occurred to me, somehow, that he would have to
stop using his wicked tongue on me to respond.

“Please? What is it that you think you need?”
He slapped my ass, not hard, but in my heightened state of
awareness, I jumped.

“
I
need
… I…” Nothing. I needed nothing else. I should have been
content to lie there for hours and let him do that to me, if he
would. But the anticipation of what he might do next wound me up,
made me dizzy from excitement. I didn’t want to stop, but I did,
just to see what would happen.

He got to his feet behind me, and I heard the
rustle of the bin liner as he tossed the dam into the basket under
the nightstand. My stomach clenched in disappointment and
eagerness, a strange conflict to feel in the height of desire.

“Get on the bed.” His voice sounded different
now, darker and far less humorous than usual. I knew the same
happened to me when I focused during a scene. I had no doubt that
in Emir
’
s head there was
a plan, fully formed but constantly changing, a list of what he
wanted to do to me with small adjustments here and there to make
sure we omitted nothing; that he wouldn
’
t push me past the point where I couldn’t
continue.

I got up, grateful for the reprieve to my
knees, and laid in the center of the bed. My cock bobbed against my
stomach, frantic for contact. Emir nudged my legs apart with a knee
and knelt between them, dropping a handful of gloves and condom
packets to the bed. In the other hand, he held a bottle of lube,
and he checked that the top was firmly on before dropping it onto
the duvet. He reached between my thighs to lay his hands on either
side of my scrotum, then dragged his nails down the insides of my
legs. Not so hard that he risked drawing blood, but with enough
pressure that it scored my skin in delicious, burning trails that
tickled in spite of the slight pain.

“Bend your knees. Put your feet on the bed,”
he said, his voice still so low and serious.

I did as he asked, without hesitation. One by
one, any worries I
’
d had
during the day melted away. There was no need for me to be anywhere
but here, laying back as Emir balanced my need and my pleasure,
controlled every response from my body. I closed my eyes and pushed
back the slightest notion of panic. What was the point of panic,
when I was enjoying myself?