“Jesse, welcome.” Lucian was surprised to see Jesse there during the festival. It was a busy time for many of the shops in the downtown area. Even Lucian had been kept fairly busy for much of the day as visitors browsed the shelves lined with boots and shoes.
“What can I do…”
Lucian didn’t finish as his gaze landed on the man that came in behind Jesse. Haunted blue eyes stared back at him, drawing Lucian like a moth to a flame. It had been years since he’d even considered getting involved with anyone for anything more than a one-night stand. He took in the man’s perfectly combed hair, starched shirt, fit body, and hiking boots that appeared recently polished and wondered what a relationship with the man might be like.
Lucian was tempted to walk over and mess up the man’s immaculate attire just to see what he’d do. Then he’d do it again. This man didn’t look like he knew what fun was and Lucian had an urge he didn’t quite understand to show the hot stud how to let his hair down.
All those cravings to possess, control, and dominate that Lucian had mostly repressed since entering the military came flaring back to life. Images of the strong man before him tied up in Lucian’s ropes had all the blood in his body racing south to pool in his dick, leaving him hard and aching.
All those lovely muscles the man had would look amazing as they strained against the bonds that would hold him tight. Lucian feared he come right there in front of a store full of customers. He had to admit to being tempted to kick everyone out, lock the door, and strip the man naked, just to see every fucking inch of his skin.
The blazing look of defiance that was being shot his way from the man didn’t deter Lucian at all. If anything, it only excited him more. Lucian loved a challenge. If the glare this man was sending him was any indication, he would give Lucian that challenge. It would also make the reward that much greater when he finally submitted.
Lucian had always preferred his men to be his equal physically. Twinks just didn’t do anything for him. Nor did he want someone to bow down to him just because he was the Dom. He wanted to earn his sub’s submission.
“Lucian, have you met Vicar?”
The amusement in Jesse’s voice said the man knew just how much Lucian was attracted to Vicar. Taking the three steps to where Vicar was, Lucian held out his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Vicar.”
For several moments, Lucian thought Vicar was going to leave his hand hanging there. Just when he was about to lower his arm, Vicar grasped his hand but didn’t say anything. A petulant expression was all Vicar gave him.
As far as he was concerned, the gauntlet had been thrown down. Lucian not only picked it up. He also reveled in the chance to break down Vicar’s walls. Before Vicar pulled his hand away, Lucian ran his thumb over Vicar’s inner wrist. Vicar tried to hide the shiver that raced through him, but Lucian was too astute to miss it.
His smile grew wider.
Vicar wasn’t as unaffected as he tried to act. It wasn’t much of a victory, but Lucian was willing to give himself a point. The battle had started. The soldier in Lucian was determined to win, no matter the cost, for he was sure the reward would be too great not to succeed.
Having made the point that Vicar wasn’t as uninterested as he wanted Lucian to believe, Lucian decided it was time to give him what he was asking for—space.
The instant their mouths touched, electricity flowed between them, and their kiss exploded into a firestorm of teeth and tongues as they dueled for dominance, which Lucian won easily. Pinned beneath that rock-hard body, Vicar luxuriated in the way Lucian mastered his body. It was as if Vicar were made just for Lucian to control.
Fingernails scored his skin, causing goosebumps to break out all over his body even as Vicar curled into the rough touch. He wanted that and so much more. What amazed him was that Lucian didn’t need to be told. He just seemed to know.
As if reading his thoughts, Vicar’s nipple was pinched at the same time another hand pulled at the hairs of his groin. He groaned out at the slight sting that morphed into pleasure. Before he could luxuriate in the sensations, his balls were grabbed and yanked.
“Fuck,” he cried out, loving the extra bit of pain.
But Lucian didn’t stop there. Next teeth sank into the spot where his neck and shoulder connected. Vicar jerked away. He couldn’t help it. The bite was unexpected. He could hear Lucian’s growl at the move. The flat of Lucian’s hand smacked against Vicar’s hip in reprimand of trying to get away.
Vicar was soaring higher and higher with each touch. If Lucian didn’t start stretching him soon, Vicar feared he would end up coming before feeling the man’s thick cock, if the bulge that was pressed against his hip was any indication, inside of him. Something Vicar was determined not to let happen.
“Please, Lucian. I need you.”
That his voice was a high-pitched whine should have bothered him more, but if it got him what he wanted, Lucian buried deep within his body, Vicar didn’t care how much he begged.
A deep chuckle wrapped around him, like a physical touch. “That’s it, boy. Tell me how much you like what I’m doing to you.”
Like it? He loved it. Hell, he was ready to explode from it. But he also needed Lucian to get on with it. The tip of his cock was flicked while his nipple was sucked hard into Lucian’s hot mouth.
“Fuck,” he yelled as he arched up closer.
He dug his hands into Lucian’s arms as he held onto the man. Vicar was losing his damn mind and needed to anchor himself before he was lost completely to the mind-blowing sensations.
Then it was there—a wet finger sliding along his crack. He didn’t know where in the hell Lucian had gotten the lube, nor did he care. All he wanted was that finger pushing inside of him, stretching him for Lucian’s dick.
When Lucian didn’t go fast enough for him, Vicar pushed back onto that finger, trying to force it inside of him. He received a pinch on the crease of his hip in reprimand.
“I’m in control, boy. Not you.”
Lucian’s tone gave no doubt about the truth of those words. But Vicar was too far gone to care. He just needed Lucian to fill him up.
“Please,” he begged again, praying the plea would work.
Like magic, that finger slid inside, and Vicar sighed in pleasure. It wasn’t enough, but at least it was something. Vicar no longer felt in control of his body. His hips seemed to move on their own as he tried to bury Lucian even deeper.
The sting he received to the side of his hip as Lucian’s hand landed against his skin startled him. His eyes flew to Lucian, who looked down at him with a fierceness that took Vicar’s breath away.
“I said I’m in control. No moving or I will have to stop and tie you up.”
Vicar didn’t want that. Well, he would love to be tied up, but the last thing he wanted was to have to stop, not now when he was so close.
“Then hurry the fuck up.”
His eyes widened as he realized what he’d just said. In Vicar’s limited experience, Doms didn’t like being told what to do. But Lucian just barked out a laugh.
“Pushy boy,” he admonished but slid a second finger inside of Vicar.
Vicar let out a groan that went on and on at the burn of those large fingers pushing inside of him. It wasn’t enough but the slight taste of what it would feel like to have Lucian’s much-bigger cock stretching him wide was enough to send his mind reeling.
“Damn, boy, but you are stunning,” Lucian murmured even as he added another finger to ready him.
Words were no longer an option for Vicar as he was reduced to nothing more than noises that were being wrought from his body by Lucian’s masterful hands. A part of Vicar wished this could last forever, but his need to come was just too insistent to ignore much longer.
His moans turned to whimpers as Vicar was getting desperate to have Lucian get to the main event. Like music to his ears, Vicar heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Then the blunt head of Lucian’s prick was there at his entrance.
Brown eyes with lust blazing from them stared down at him as Lucian pushed forward, forcing his guardian muscles to let him in. Pushing out, Vicar relaxed his muscles, and Lucian sank deep.
The burn was exquisite. Never had Vicar felt so alive as he did at that moment. There was only him and Lucian. The connection he felt to this man went far beyond the joining of their bodies. For a moment, Vicar panicked at the thought. He wasn’t sure he was ready to feel so much.
The slap of skin hitting skin rang out around him even as the sharp sting of Lucian’s hand hitting one ass cheek pulled him out of his morose thoughts.
“Stop thinking, boy.”
Lucian’s voice was hard and unyielding as those eyes turned from passion filled to demanding. Calloused fingers pinched one nipple at the same time Lucian slammed deep into Vicar’s body.