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  “We can always do scenes in one of their private rooms. Not that I’m averse to showing you off. I can’t say I haven’t thought about taking you while others watch.” He tilted his head to one side. “How do you feel about that?”

  Taking me. The words filled him with heat, conjuring up an image in his head that made him dizzy with lust, anticipation, and a whole lot of fear. “Maybe we could have that as a goal? You know, work our way up to it?”

  Darren regarded him steadily. “You’re not keen on the idea,” he said simply.

  JJ wasn’t going to lie. “Right now? It scares me, but I also know there’s part of me that likes it a tiny bit.”

  Darren reached over and clasped his hand. “Thank you for being honest.” He cleared his throat. “Okay. Back to the contract. Is there anything on this list of sex acts that you wouldn’t want to do?”

  JJ’s face felt like it was on fire. “With you? I’d do anything.”

  Darren’s breathing hitched. “Be careful what you say. There are things in here that I’ve never tried.”

  JJ’s interest was most definitely piqued. “Such as?”

  Darren didn’t utter a sound but pointed to one word. JJ stared at it, his hole clenching.

  “Fuck. I didn’t see that.” It was amazing how one word could send his heart rate soaring. “Would….” He swallowed past the lump in his throat, his chest constricted. “Would you want to do… that?”

  Darren seemed to be as agitated as JJ. “I’ve thought about it. Maybe once. But if we’re talking about trust here, taking someone’s hand inside you is an exercise in profoundly felt trust.” He looked at JJ. “What about you?”

  “I saw that in a video.”

  “I take it you weren’t aroused by it? And that’s fine, by the way. You don’t like something, we don’t do it. Simple as that.”

  JJ snorted. “My balls started to climb back inside, and I grabbed them and said they weren’t going anywhere without me.”

  “Why did you grab your…? Oh.”

  JJ could only imagine how red his face was. “I was masturbating, okay?”

  Darren laughed softly. “I don’t think that particular activity is going to be on our to-do list, do you?”

  JJ wiped his brow dramatically. “Phew.” Memories of that same video filtered through his mind, all the way down to his cock.

  “What are you thinking about right now?”

  JJ hesitated but squashed his nerves. This was a time for honesty, especially if they wanted to start off on the right foot. “There was one scene that I kept going back to. It was listed as BDSM, but it didn’t seem like it. Not really. The guy kept… fuck.” JJ covered his face with his hands.

  Darren took hold of JJ’s wrists and slowly eased his hands down. “Go on. Tell me. I’m not going to judge you, remember?”

  JJ gazed at him for a moment and then nodded. “He had the guy on his knees and was smacking him in the face with his cock, teasing him. Then eventually he slowly sank it into the guy’s mouth.” He shivered. It had been so fucking hot, so erotic. The two men had been beautiful together. One on his knees looking up at the man. The teasing. Then the taking of him. Oh fuck, how he took him. Hard. Fast. His hands…. Fuck, his hands….

  “Was there anything special about the man?”

  JJ nodded, his cheeks still burning. “His hands were tied behind his back.”

  Darren smiled. “Okay, so the man had power over the other. Says BDSM to me.”

  He sighed. “I know that now. Back when I found it, I didn’t think it was.”

  “What made you change your mind?” Darren’s voice was hushed.

  “The scene I saw with Gareth and Andrew? That started me on the path to understanding, but it still didn’t sit well in my head. Over time, as I watched the people at the club, my ideas changed.”

  Darren twisted on the couch until he was facing JJ. “Okay, I’m still not really sure I understand.”

  “Do you remember the night you got me on my knees? Where you stood over me and I had to look up to see your eyes? That. It was then I realized the scene had been BDSM, and I was incredibly turned on by it. By you.” Just recalling that night had him like a rock in his jeans. He lowered his gaze, but Darren lifted his chin.

  “Look at me.”

  That voice. The one that made his toes curl. JJ raised his head and looked Darren in the eye.

  Darren patted his lap. “Sit here. Straddle me, facing me.”

  JJ shifted position, until he was astride Darren, unable to miss the push of Darren’s erection beneath him.

  Darren nodded. “Never be ashamed of how your body reacts to me, because as you can tell, I’m sure as hell not.” He pushed up with his hips. “You feel that?”

  “Yes,” JJ responded hoarsely.

  “Okay, now it’s my turn to share. That part about the guy’s hands behind his back? You hit on something that really interests me.” He tapped the contract with a single finger. “It’s also in here. Bondage.”

  Holy fuck. JJ’s internal temperature shot up. “You like the idea?”

  Darren rolled his hips, letting JJ feel the steel lurking behind his jeans zipper. “Let’s see. Do I like the idea of bending you over, your hands behind your back, your wrists bound in shackles so I can hold on to them while I fuck you?”

  Fuck.

  “Or how about tying you down on my bed so you can’t move? All you can do is lie there and take my cock.”

  White-hot desire raced through him.

  “Or if we really want to push some boundaries… how about you strung up, hanging upside down, while I pump my cock into your mouth? I’d be able to push deep, until I shoot my load down your throat.”

  JJ ground his dick against Darren, expelling a low moan. “For God’s sake, fuck me,” he begged. He didn’t want foreplay. All he wanted was Darren’s cock inside him.

  “Want you,” Darren growled. “Jeans, off. Now.”

  JJ’s fingers were trembling as he popped the button free and lowered his zip. He scrambled off Darren’s lap and shoved his jeans past his hips, down to his ankles. He kicked them off.

  “That’s enough,” Darren said huskily. “Get the condom and lube.”

  JJ yanked open the coffee table drawer and grabbed the items. Thank God he’d started stashing supplies all around the house.

  Darren undid his jeans and pushed them down until his dick sprang free, rigid and already leaking precome. “See this?” he whispered hoarsely, slowly pumping his shaft. “I’m imagining you tied to my bed while I take you.”

  JJ shivered. God yes, he wanted that so badly. He knelt in front of Darren and, with shaking hands, covered his erect cock with the condom. Then he opened the tube and squeezed lube onto the head of his dick.

  “Get back up here,” Darren ground out.

  JJ was so turned on, he thought he was about to spontaneously combust. He clambered onto Darren’s lap with none of his usual grace, so desperate was he to feel that initial burn as Darren slid into him.

  Darren wasn’t his usual gentle self either. He slicked up two fingers and sank them deep into JJ’s channel, chuckling when JJ groaned and pushed back. “Yeah, you want this.”

  “That’s enough prep,” JJ gasped out. “Fucking take me.”

  “God, you’ve got a filthy mouth,” Darren growled. “I love hearing it.”

  JJ leaned forward until he could feel Darren’s dick, hot and slick between his cheeks. Without waiting, he reached back, grabbed it, and positioned the head against his hole. “Fuck, yeah,” he breathed as he sat on it, the hard flesh filling him, stretching him. As thick as Darren was, JJ had to admit he was glad they’d been going at it enough that he could relax and let Darren in.

  That didn’t stop Darren from moving slowly at first, giving JJ’s body time to become accustomed to the long dick inside him. He grabbed JJ’s cheeks and spread him, allowing him to penetrate deeper. JJ held on to Darren’s shoulders and slowly raised himself up and down on Darren’s h
ard length, his own dick rubbing against Darren’s belly.

  “Fuck, you’re even harder than usual.” His voice shook.

  Darren thrust up into him with a grunt. “Are you surprised? All that talk about bondage.” He grabbed JJ around the waist. “Do you know… how fucking amazing… you feel on my cock?” He rocked up into him, his movements growing more heated. “That’s it, ride my dick, boy.”

  “Oh, fuck,” JJ said with a groan. “Fuck me harder.”

  Darren let out a deep, guttural sound, held JJ tight around the waist, and shifted until he was lying on his back. He pulled JJ down onto him and held him tightly, arms crossed behind his back. Darren looked up into JJ’s eyes as he began to fuck him, hips pistoning as he buried his cock deep in JJ’s body. JJ brought their mouths together in a fevered kiss, their tongues colliding.

  Darren broke free of the kiss. “Want to watch you bounce on my dick.”

  JJ nodded, raising himself until he was squatting over Darren’s cock, impaling himself again and again, his rigid cock hitting Darren’s belly with a resounding slap each time. When Darren cupped JJ’s arse, balancing him there while he slid all the way into him, JJ moaned at the sound of Darren’s flesh meeting his. He wanted to bring himself off, but some innate sense stayed his hands.

  Darren locked gazes with him. “You are so beautiful like this. Me inside you, your body tight and hot around my dick.”

  His words made JJ’s chest swell with pride. He leaned back, balancing with his hands on Darren’s knees while he rolled his hips, the motion fluid and graceful, Darren sliding in and out of him. Darren’s eyes shone.

  “Oh yes. Look at you.”

  JJ rocked faster, loving how Darren’s thrusts lost their rhythm when he brought his body down hard onto that thick shaft, burying it as deep as it was possible to go. The sound of their breathing filled the room, harsh and loud.

  Darren’s hands were on his hips, his waist, stroking his belly. “This here,” he said breathlessly. “What I’m seeing right now? This is why I’d do this in the club. I’d want everyone to see how beautiful you are like this.”

  He gripped JJ’s hips and thrust up. JJ pushed out a loud moan as Darren’s cock grazed his prostate.

  “Look how you give yourself to me. How you let me take you. You’re giving me everything, and people should see that. Should see you submitting to me and how proud I am of that fact.” Darren’s hips moved faster, their bodies slapping together, the sound bright and sharp and erotic. “I can feel you getting closer.”

  “Yes,” JJ said, the sound escaping his lips in a whisper, his body dancing on Darren’s dick. Electricity sparked up and down his spine, coiling in his balls, signaling his imminent orgasm. “Oh fuck, there,” he moaned when Darren slammed into his gland again and again.

  Darren wrapped his hand around JJ’s dick and gave a couple of hard tugs. That was all it took to have him shooting, his come arcing into the air and landing on Darren’s abs. JJ threw back his head and howled, his body jolted by sensation.

  “God, look at you, so beautiful when you come.”

  The awe in Darren’s voice sent a wave of emotion through JJ so intense that he wanted to weep. Darren dug his fingers into JJ’s hips and cried out, buried deep inside JJ, the muscles in his abs jumping. He pushed his head back into the seat cushion, the cords in his neck straining. JJ felt the throb of Darren’s cock within him, and the feeling filled him with a savage joy.

  I gave that to him. That pleasure.

  It was a high JJ had never experienced before, and he loved every second of it.

  Darren released him and reached out, his arms wide. JJ buried his face in Darren’s neck, their bodies slick with perspiration, and Darren enfolded him in his arms. He held JJ close, Darren’s heartbeat filling JJ’s ears, its rhythm vital yet comforting. Little by little JJ’s breathing and pulse returned to normal, and still Darren held him, shifting only to let his softened cock ease out of JJ’s body and to let them lie next to one another on the wide couch seat cushions.

  JJ had no idea of how much time had passed while they lay there. All he knew was he was comfortable, relaxed, and sated. Darren’s breathing was regular, the rise and fall of his chest almost lulling JJ into sleep.

  “You do realize we haven’t finished going through the contract,” Darren murmured.

  JJ let out a contented sigh. “If the rest of it is anything like the part we’ve already seen, I’ll be going to work exhausted tomorrow night.”

  With any luck.

  Chapter Eighteen

  DARREN STRETCHED and yawned, reaching out across the mattress to find… an empty space where JJ should have been. He opened his eyes, blinking away sleep. A glance at his clock told him it was still early, not that he had any intention of going in to the salon that morning.

  Darren turned onto his back and folded his arms behind his head. JJ was definitely a bad influence. He had to admit, though, the last few days of spending time with JJ and not working had been very pleasant. The nights had been even better.

  The thought of the previous night went straight to his dick, the sheet tenting as it jerked beneath it.

  “Are you always horny?” JJ stood in the doorway, armed with two mugs of steaming tea and the contract tucked under his arm. He wore his T-shirt, the tip of his dick showing below the hem. He was grinning, his gazed fixed on Darren’s obvious erection.

  Darren slid a hand under the sheet and stroked his cock. “Don’t tell me you never have a case of morning wood?”

  JJ snorted. “Yeah, but you seem to be afflicted with a permanent hard-on.” He deposited the mugs on the bedside cabinet and dropped the contract onto the bed before climbing into bed next to Darren.

  “We’re going to finish discussing the contract in bed?”

  Another snort. “I figured it would save time later for when we’d finished.”

  Darren laughed. He had a point. He peered at JJ’s shirt. “So where have you hidden the condoms and lube? I thought you’d have come prepared.” He regarded JJ while he continued stroking his dick. “Take off the shirt.”

  JJ shook his head, chuckling. “Yeah, I was right the first time. You’re perpetually horny.” He stripped off the shirt and lay down at Darren’s side, stuffing the pillows under his head.

  Darren picked up the contract and opened it. “Okay, where did we get up to before we got carried away?”

  “Bondage,” JJ said with a gleam in his eye. “I was just looking at that while I was waiting for the kettle to boil.”

  “And?” Darren rolled onto his side, his hand cupping his head. “Did anything leap out at you?”

  “Only the realization that I had no idea how kinky I was until I read that list.” JJ flushed, redness spreading out across his chest and inching its way north. “Blindfolds, gags, rope, handcuffs, tape…. I think I’ve seen spreader bars online, and if they are what I think they are, yeah, them too.”

  “Kinky is good,” Darren said with a smile. “I like kinky. And it definitely gives us some common ground, because the thought of you on your back, ankles cuffed to a bar, spread wide for me….” He took a deep breath and made a conscious effort to push aside the delicious images in his head. He knew JJ was on the same page. One look at his cock, that was pointing skyward, was evidence of that. “Okay, let’s move on. The next category is pain.”

  JJ shook his head vehemently. “Nope. Uh-uh. No way. No whips, canes, floggers, crops, none of that shit.”

  Darren cackled. “Don’t mince your words, JJ. Come right out and say what you feel.”

  JJ huffed. “You said this was a time for us to be honest, right? Well, this is me, being honest.”

  Darren laid his hand on JJ’s chest. “But—”

  “No buts, no ifs, you got me?” JJ glared. “I mean it, Darren.”

  He moved his hand slowly over JJ’s chest. “Okay,” he began slowly, “but there are things in here that I’d like you to consider.”

  “Such as?” JJ was rigid
beneath his fingertips.

  Darren flicked his nipple, watching the way JJ’s body reacted, the shudder that rippled through him. “Nipple clamps, for one thing. It drives you nuts when I play with your nipples. Imagine how they’d feel after wearing clamps for a while. And then there’s biting.” He locked eyes with JJ. “Biting during sex is very erotic, especially when it leaves marks.” His cock filled at the idea of JJ with Darren’s marks on him.

  Looks like JJ isn’t the only one with a few kinks.

  Then another thought occurred to him. “And of course there’s spanking. I know you said it does nothing for you, but it might be something I’d like to try.”

  JJ bit his lip. “Maybe the clamps,” he said after a moment, “and possibly the biting, just as long as you don’t break the skin. I don’t want people to think I’m dating a vampire.”

  Darren laughed. “One, I don’t sparkle, and two, your blood is quite safe where it is.” He tapped the contract. “But one of the sections here is marks, so I have to know something. Would it be acceptable to leave my marks on you? Bites, scratches….”

  JJ studied him intently. “It’s something to think about. Let’s put it that way.”

  That was good enough for Darren.

  JJ peered at the contract. “Erotic humiliation?” He read aloud, “The submissive agrees to accept being referred to by the following terms….” He lifted his head and met Darren’s gaze. “Terms?”

  Darren gave a shrug. “I’m assuming they mean words that belittle or degrade you, such as slut, bitch, things like that.” He smiled. “I’m rather fond of boy myself.”

  JJ nodded. “That’s not humiliating. I’ve only ever heard that word spoken in love in the club.” He sat up and, after handing Darren his mug, took a drink of tea. “I suppose if you call me names when we’re alone or having sex, that’s okay. If there are other people around, I don’t think I’d like it.”

  “Fair enough.” Darren read through the rest of the list and grinned. “I’ll also assume you won’t like the idea of water sports or scat games.”

  JJ frowned for a moment, and then his eyes widened. “And you’d assume correctly. You are not pissing on me, not even in the shower, all right? As for… I have two words for you—fuck and no.”