On Your Knees, Prospect (Kings of Hell MC 3)

His hole felt tender every time Vars pounded into it, and Jake couldn’t stop panting as Vars’s dick pressed against his prostate time and time again. It was impossible to stay put, yet every time he wriggled too much, he got a slap that in turn made him need to stir more.

When Vars thrust into him hard yet another time, Jake came unexpectedly. The arousal of it all became too much. Cum soaked into his briefs with each wonderful twitch of his dick. He cried out, closing his eyes and forgetting himself in pleasure. But he kept his hands where Vars wanted them.

Vars let out a laborious groan and bent over him, sinking teeth into Jake’s exposed flesh as he hammered into him the final few times. The way Vars’s huge, steaming body clung to him was mind-melting, rubbing and pulling on his flesh as they both stilled, floating on the warm waves of the afterglow.

Even though he’d already come, Jake’s focus remained on Vars. Had Jake been what Vars wanted? Was Vars satisfied? Because Jake could fall asleep on the hood of the car, and be Vars’s mattress if Vars wished for that to happen.

Jake’s sphincter throbbed around Vars’s slowly softening dick, and he couldn’t help but be satisfied that he’d served a man so much older and more experienced.

He shuddered in pleasure when Vars’s bearded face rubbed against his shoulder blade, lips leaving several damp kisses before Vars finally pulled away, withdrawing his dick from Jake.

The silence was so loud it deafened Jake as he listened to every stage of Vars disposing of the condom. But he waited. Patient, obedient, he wanted Vars to be proud of his conduct.

“You’re free now,” Vars said in the end, not moving an inch from behind Jake.

Jake licked his lips. Now that he was allowed to move, he wasn’t sure what to actually do with his hands. Reality pulled him out of the pleasant trance all too harshly. What had he even done? Was he this weak willed?

He swallowed, ungluing his sweaty palms from the hood, confused and unsure what was expected of him now.

Tremors he couldn’t understand went through his body, and he was now all too aware of the wide rip in the back of his underwear. Had he really allowed for that to happen? Every cell in his body was overheating all too quickly.

A thick arm snaked its way to rest across his chest. Jake’s shirt rolled down the moment he stood, but he sensed the shape of Vars’s torso so very clearly as they stepped back from the car, still joined in this strange embrace.

Vars chuckled. “You missed a spot,” he said, gesturing at a damp, sticky-looking fragment of the hood of Knight’s car. It could only be Jake’s drool.

He wasn’t sure what to do, but he glanced at Vars’s reflection in the windshield and hesitantly leaned forward to lick it up. Was that what was expected of him? His dick twitched despite being already spent, but Vars immediately pulled him back by the hair, as if he’d sensed that aftershock of arousal.

“Good boy, but we don’t want any of that soap in your mouth.” Vars pressed Jake’s cheek to the metal and rubbed his head over it instead, as if Jake’s face were a sponge.

Even in his half-lucid state Jake doubted it would help with the drool, but he still panted heavily when he thought of what he was allowing. He’d be Vars’s sponge any day if Vars only held him this steadily.

Holding on to Jake’s hair, Vars pulled him back into an embrace and pressed his face against Jake’s neck, tickling him with the beard. They were like a hot flame in the cool garage as they rocked slowly back and forth.

“Very good. I’m proud of you, boy.”

Jake wasn’t sure if he could stand on his own if he had to. His knees were soft, and his mind a mess, yet he soaked up the praise like the sponge he’d been turned into, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

When he’d first seen the leather flogger in Vars’s stuff, he’d imagined sex dungeons, unbearable pain, and being the recipient of cruelty. Nothing like what they’d just done. What was this even? His ass was sore, his nipples still burned, and yet he was getting kisses and praise.

His breath quickened when he leaned back against Vars in silence.

Was it pathetic that he loved this? That he submitted so completely to a man who technically had no power over him, yet seemed to have more than even someone like Beast could ever have?

Vars kissed his jaw and then moved his nose gently along Jake’s ear. His breathing was getting steadier, but he made no suggestion that he wanted Jake gone from his arms.

“That was hot. You are hot.”

Hot, dark panic curled up in Jake’s stomach, and he couldn’t choke out a word, burning with shame that originated deep inside his rib cage and was slowly crawling its way up. Now that Vars wasn’t a ‘sir’ anymore (or was he?) Jake had no idea where they stood. He’d let Vars fuck him, and Vars now acted as if he owned Jake. There was no going back from this.