Jay's Pet (MM)
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Romance, M/M, light Consensual BDSM, spanking, sex toys]
Jay has always been told he must have been born with the pigskin in his hand. Even though he lived for football, when he becomes injured and can no longer play, he accepts it and settles into a routine life. The only problem is Millard, a man he had been dating for six months whom he wants desperately to get away from. Millard wants him only for his money, and he proves it time and again. But the man is a snake in the grass, and he refuses to let go of the purse strings.
Dillon lives an uncomplicated life. All he dreams of is meeting his soul mate, and when he’s introduced to Jay, Dillon is overjoyed. It is love at first sight, but then he learns Jay is being stalked by his ex.
Can Jay convince Millard to let go of his money and keep Dillon interested at the same time? When Millard guns for Dillon, Jay must step in and save the love of his life.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Lynn Hagen is a Siren-exclusive author.
“Please, Jay,” Dillon cried. He tried to guide Jay’s head to his throbbing and aching dick.
“What are you begging for?” Jay chuckled.
“Suck it, please,” Dillon pleaded in a sexy, whimpering voice.
“Oh god, talk dirty to me again.” He’d never had a man talk dirty to him before. He had always yearned to hear someone tell him he was doing something they liked. To hear Dillon say those words almost made him come on the spot. His cock was throbbing so hard, he wouldn’t be surprised if it had indents from the teeth of the zipper.
“Suck me off then fuck me until I can’t sit for a month.”
Hot damn, that’s what he was talking about. Jay pushed back, sliding his tongue down the engorged shaft then back up to clean the pre-cum off the head it was dripping from. He closed his eyes at the musky and salty taste of Dillon. Feeling as though he could be himself with this man, Jay stuck his nose right under Dillon’s balls and inhaled deeply, relishing the smell of all-maleness. Nothing in the world smelled better.
He nipped at the smooth skin that ran from sac to asshole.
“Oh god, Jay,” Dillon called out as he hooked his knees to pull his legs back, giving Jay full access to whatever the hell he wanted. Dillon squeaked when he rimmed him. He hoped Dillon wasn’t protesting. He loved to do this. It was one of his favorite things.
Jay raised his head up, feeling uncertain. “Don’t you like that?”
“Oh yes. Never had it done before, though. Please don’t stop.”
Jay grinned widely. “I won’t.” His tongue ran the circumference of Dillon’s pink hole, sucking it in then pushing his tongue past the barrier.
“Jay, yes, more, please!” Dillon wiggled his ass around Jay’s mouth.
A screamer. Yes! Jay knew right there that he wasn’t going to let Dillon go without a fight, not just for sex but because they blended perfectly. A yin to his yang. He placed his hands on Dillon’s stretched thighs and ate him for breakfast. When the muscle was nice and relaxed, Jay pushed a finger in to the first knuckle.
Dillon keened loudly, grabbing his cock in a jerky motion.
Jay knocked his hand away. “Not yet.”
Jay shook his head then sucked Dillon’s balls into his mouth as he pushed his finger all the way in to the last knuckle. Crooking it around, he found what he was looking for. Dillon’s hips jumped frantically in the air.
Jay’s finger grazed the gland again, making Dillon babble noncoherent words. Jay had him gooey in his hands. Perfect.
Jay spat on his hand, pushing a second finger in all the way, scissoring them around to stretch Dillon further. He was a big guy in all places and didn’t want to hurt his little man.
“I’m ready.” Dillon tried to pull Jay closer.
“Not yet. You’ll need a little more room for me.” No way was he rushing this. This was their first time together, and he wanted to make it as memorable as possible.
“Swear, really I am.”
Jay laughed as he stood, pulling his jeans, socks, and shirt off. His Dillon was sounding a little too desperate. No matter. He could squirm and wiggle until Jay thought he was sufficiently stretched. Dillon cried his protest when Jay climbed back between his legs and once again slid his fingers in.
“No rushing, Dilly.”
Dillon stiffened. “No, you didn’t just call me that.”
Ah, something to needle him with, good to know. “Sorry, Dillon.”
“Better, now fuck me.” Dillon pulled Jay over him. “Please,” he added with just a little too much sugar in his voice. Jay was whipped and he knew it. He’d give this man anything if he begged like that.
“Condoms, do you have them?” Dillon asked at the last moment.
Jay hopped off of the bed and dug in his bag, grabbing the brown bag from the store, blushing when he tossed a strip on the bed. “I was hopeful.” He grabbed the lube bottle, placing it next to the foil packs.
Dillon smiled broadly. “Nothing wrong with that.”
Tearing a packet open, Jay slid the condom down his shaft. Dillon visibly gulped when he saw Jay’s length and girth.
Jay grabbed a pillow and tucked it under Dillon’s ass, propping him up higher. “Put your legs on my shoulders.”
Lubing his cock generously, Jay bared down on him, breaching his hole, then stopped when the head popped past the ring. “You okay?”
Dillon took big gulps of air. “Just give me a minute, been way too long.” His fists grabbed at the blanket, willing his muscles to relax.
Nodding, Jay held still. The thought of Dillon not having been with anybody in a while thrilled Jay. He knew Dillon was being honest by the viselike grip on his dick. So damn tight. Once he felt the muscle give and Dillon nod, Jay pushed forward.
“Open your eyes, Dillon. Watch me.”
Dropping his legs, Dillon pulled up and grabbed Jay’s shoulders, pulling him down over him, wrapping his wiry legs around Jay’s thighs.
Jay put all his weight on his arms, cupping Dillon’s head as he began to move his hips. So beautiful. Dillon was the breath of fresh air he needed in his life. The man was amazing. He kissed Dillon tenderly, sipping at his swollen lips.
“Harder, Jay, please.”
Pulling back, Jay let his hips fly, pounding into Dillon’s ass. Even though Dillon appeared a little delicate, he was still a man, able to take the brute force. He didn’t have to be careful. Dillon could take it. He was sure of it.
“Jay, yes! Don’t stop,” Dillon cried out as he pulled at Jay’s hair.