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

His wet back was a sight to behold with the drizzle of water finding its way down the lean muscle, all the way between the buttocks. Jake was pretty chiseled, but his ass still had that bit of roundness to it that made Vars want to tease, spank, and bite into it.

One day, he would make that flesh suffer, and Jake would beg him for more, thank him for the pain. For now though, Vars moved his soapy hands down Jake’s back, all the way to the twin globes that twitched at his touch.

“Look at you. You know exactly what I want without being told,” Vars said, squeezing the rounded flesh like two balls of dough. Seeing it move so close to his cock was making him more erect than touch could.

Jake glanced over his shoulder, and the mix of fear and amazement in his eyes mirrored the way he had watched Vars the garage when he’d kept his hands on the car as if they were attached to it and he’d sooner remove them than disobey.

“It’s you… I… I mean, you have this… presence,” Jake uttered after much trouble with finding words.

Vars rubbed his bearded chin on Jake’s shoulder and nudged his face, wordlessly asking for a kiss while he squeezed and massaged Jake’s ass. The moment their lips met, he snuck his thumb into Jake’s crack and rubbed it around the hot, puckered skin.

Jake’s mouth opened in a moan, ass squeezing tightly as if it wanted to suck Vars in already. Vars took the opportunity and dove right in for a deeper kiss that would surely speak to Jake about Vars’s dominance louder than words could. Even without cuffs, Jake was at his mercy already.

He moved his fingers slowly, teasing the entrance to Jake’s body and the sensitive flesh around it. Slick with soap, his fingers glided over skin with such ease he already imagined his dick doing the same. But not yet.

He pulled back and briefly adjusted the showerhead to get the soap off their bodies. Jake looked over his shoulder, yet unflinchingly stayed in the same position when Vars spread his buttocks with one hand and flushed the soap from the crack.

He even spread his legs to provide better access to his privates. Good boy.

Vars switched off the water and kneeled, watching the supple flesh on offer with a wide grin.

He loved the way Jake abruptly looked back. “Do you want me to… do something?” Jake uttered in the end.

“I want you to enjoy yourself,” Vars said, rubbing his hands from the tops of Jake’s thighs to his ass, eventually pulling the buttocks apart to reveal the soft flesh he wanted to taste.

In the dim light of the garage, in a haste to fuck Jake, Vars hadn’t had the pleasure to take in the sight. Now though, in a bright room face level with that perfect piece of ass, it was another matter. Supple to the touch, Jake’s buttocks were just as perfect as the rosy pucker in between, and the tight balls hanging between Jake’s firm thighs. The few hairs growing around the anus made Vars imagine it smooth. Not because hair bothered him, but because he’d be the one in charge of his boy’s body, and whatever he wanted, he would get.

He leaned in and licked along the pale flesh, from the base of Jake’s sack, all the way to the top of the crack. Jake tasted of soap, but the natural, salty aroma of his body was there, spiking Vars’s arousal when he reminded himself that he was the first man to give this to Jake.

Jake’s little moan only spurred him on, and the shiver in Jake’s thighs spoke to Vars of the boy’s excitement. Even if he were to never use the collar around Jake’s neck for pleasure in sex, he got a kick every time he looked up Jake’s back and to his neck. Rimming Jake’s sweet hole into tenderness, he was still Jake’s master, still the one who called the shots, and that collar was the symbol of it.

“Do you like that?” he whispered, gently teasing the hole with the tip of his tongue while rubbing his thumbs over the ripe flesh around it and stretching it open.

“Yes,” Jake’s voice trembled so beautifully Vars instantly imagined Jake bent over a spanking bench and gasping for air while his buttocks got progressively darker with each smack of Vars’s paddle.

“Good. Me too.”

Vars took his time, first relaxing Jake thoroughly and then stabbing his tongue into him, over and over. He had no idea how long it took to make the boy helplessly twist his ass in response to Vars’s ministrations, and he honestly didn’t care if it had taken hours and knees bruised from rolling over hard tiles. It was satisfying to have him yield like this, completely open to whatever Vars wanted. By the time Vars added his fingers to the mix, spreading Jake’s hole and gently fucking it with the aid of spit, Jake was a shivering mess.