balls in your hand. It reminds me of an illustration I saw once online.”
Behind Chace, Trin’s chest rose and fell, touching Chace’s back with each harsh breath. He was hard and hot. “Tell me.”
Trin wasn’t the only one breathing hard.
“It was a guy hooked up to this electrical equipment. He was chained down, all these wires and tubes attached to him, penetrating his cock and his ass.” Sweat broke out on Chace’s hairline.
Trin began to play with Chace again, working his shaft up and down so he whimpered. He spread his legs wider, encouraging Trin to take what he wanted.
“Some kind of electrical play,” Trin said, surprising Chace. He’d thought Trin probably just— bam!— had sex in a haystack when he needed to scratch his itch. Chace hadn’t thought maybe his cowboy had explored some of the exotic things that made Chace wild when he read about them online. “I used it on a woman I knew who liked it.”
Hearing about Trin’s former lovers was hard, but okay—Trin was opening up, so Chace would man up. “Yes, electrical stimulation. Under the bound man’s cock was this little bowl, as if the guy were being milked.”
Trin’s eyes flared hot gold. “Would you like that? Me using a machine to milk you for your taste? If it were me, I’d drink your cream, so hungry for it.”
“Milk me now.” Chace climbed on top of Trin, holding that big, muscled body down and moving so his cock and balls were hanging over Trin’s mouth. “Take all of it again. Taste it, suck it. I want to give it to you. It’s yours.”
The hands that grabbed his thighs were tipped with claws. He’d pushed Trin to the edge. Sharp teeth grazed Chace’s balls as Trin suckled his fruit, as if warning Chace that he could hurt him.
Giving himself to the beast, Chace thrust helplessly, Trin’s prisoner, just the way he craved. He’d have bruises on his wrists when they were done and he didn’t care.
Trin sucked, pulling strongly, exquisitely, on Chace. “Building up your cream,” Trin whispered. “I want you to give me as much as you can.”
“I want you to have it.” Oh, fuck. He’d come to Italy to liberate himself but he’d never dared dream he’d get to share this kinky side of himself with Trin. “I wish you could lock me in a room somewhere and hook me up to that machine, maybe spank me if I didn’t produce enough cream.”
“Chace!”
Chace rode Trin’s mouth, head back, on edge. He wanted to come so he could watch Trin feed on him.
Trin licked a claw, and then the cool tip touched Chace’s entrance. Trin penetrated him carefully.
“I love that in me. I love being your possession,” Chace groaned. “Promise we’ll try it out sometime, Trin, that you’ll tie me up and milk me.”
“Oh, fuck. We’ll put you in the cellar under my cabin,” Trin said, swallowing hard. His hair was rumpled crazy around his skull from Chace’s hands. His lips were shiny from sucking Chace, reddened from sex. “I like the idea of cuffing your wrists and ankles and then touching you, stimulating you until you produce.”
“Trin!”
“Give it all to me. I want to swallow you down.” Trin’s mouth was tight and wet around Chace’s cock, receiving. He grunted, sounding ravenous as he swallowed. Chace shook above Trin, drained dry, quivering as Trin licked, taking his essence.
He collapsed on Trin. “You didn’t—”
“I’m not sure it’s safe. You don’t know what I can become.” Trin closed his eyes. “I’d need… I’d need you to tie me down first.”
Chace grinned. “If that’s supposed to be a turn off, game over.”
“You kinky little brat.”
“I want you to come.”
“Inside you?”
Chace cuddled closer. “Yes. God, yes.”
Trin’s heart was pounding under his ear. “We’ll try it soon. Right now the beast is satisfied. You gave me your taste.”
“You really go for that.”
“I had no clue I’d want something like that until I tasted you. I’ll need you to
Behind Chace, Trin’s chest rose and fell, touching Chace’s back with each harsh breath. He was hard and hot. “Tell me.”
Trin wasn’t the only one breathing hard.
“It was a guy hooked up to this electrical equipment. He was chained down, all these wires and tubes attached to him, penetrating his cock and his ass.” Sweat broke out on Chace’s hairline.
Trin began to play with Chace again, working his shaft up and down so he whimpered. He spread his legs wider, encouraging Trin to take what he wanted.
“Some kind of electrical play,” Trin said, surprising Chace. He’d thought Trin probably just— bam!— had sex in a haystack when he needed to scratch his itch. Chace hadn’t thought maybe his cowboy had explored some of the exotic things that made Chace wild when he read about them online. “I used it on a woman I knew who liked it.”
Hearing about Trin’s former lovers was hard, but okay—Trin was opening up, so Chace would man up. “Yes, electrical stimulation. Under the bound man’s cock was this little bowl, as if the guy were being milked.”
Trin’s eyes flared hot gold. “Would you like that? Me using a machine to milk you for your taste? If it were me, I’d drink your cream, so hungry for it.”
“Milk me now.” Chace climbed on top of Trin, holding that big, muscled body down and moving so his cock and balls were hanging over Trin’s mouth. “Take all of it again. Taste it, suck it. I want to give it to you. It’s yours.”
The hands that grabbed his thighs were tipped with claws. He’d pushed Trin to the edge. Sharp teeth grazed Chace’s balls as Trin suckled his fruit, as if warning Chace that he could hurt him.
Giving himself to the beast, Chace thrust helplessly, Trin’s prisoner, just the way he craved. He’d have bruises on his wrists when they were done and he didn’t care.
Trin sucked, pulling strongly, exquisitely, on Chace. “Building up your cream,” Trin whispered. “I want you to give me as much as you can.”
“I want you to have it.” Oh, fuck. He’d come to Italy to liberate himself but he’d never dared dream he’d get to share this kinky side of himself with Trin. “I wish you could lock me in a room somewhere and hook me up to that machine, maybe spank me if I didn’t produce enough cream.”
“Chace!”
Chace rode Trin’s mouth, head back, on edge. He wanted to come so he could watch Trin feed on him.
Trin licked a claw, and then the cool tip touched Chace’s entrance. Trin penetrated him carefully.
“I love that in me. I love being your possession,” Chace groaned. “Promise we’ll try it out sometime, Trin, that you’ll tie me up and milk me.”
“Oh, fuck. We’ll put you in the cellar under my cabin,” Trin said, swallowing hard. His hair was rumpled crazy around his skull from Chace’s hands. His lips were shiny from sucking Chace, reddened from sex. “I like the idea of cuffing your wrists and ankles and then touching you, stimulating you until you produce.”
“Trin!”
“Give it all to me. I want to swallow you down.” Trin’s mouth was tight and wet around Chace’s cock, receiving. He grunted, sounding ravenous as he swallowed. Chace shook above Trin, drained dry, quivering as Trin licked, taking his essence.
He collapsed on Trin. “You didn’t—”
“I’m not sure it’s safe. You don’t know what I can become.” Trin closed his eyes. “I’d need… I’d need you to tie me down first.”
Chace grinned. “If that’s supposed to be a turn off, game over.”
“You kinky little brat.”
“I want you to come.”
“Inside you?”
Chace cuddled closer. “Yes. God, yes.”
Trin’s heart was pounding under his ear. “We’ll try it soon. Right now the beast is satisfied. You gave me your taste.”
“You really go for that.”
“I had no clue I’d want something like that until I tasted you. I’ll need you to
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