Manipulate (Deliver 6)

“Yes.”

“The sex you’ve had willingly… Was it always rough and angry?”

“Yes.”

“Did you hurt them?”

“No. I was just a teenager.” Young and horny. Broken beyond recognition but not as complicated as he was now. Every year he put between Jeff and him added another layer of anger, resentment, and depravity. “If you think I won’t hurt her—”

“You already hurt her.” Ricky shifted to face him. “You hurt her with words. With rejection. She feels betrayed and manipulated.” Ricky’s dark eyes connected with his, solidifying their bond instead of cutting it off. “I can’t fix this thing that happened to you. I can’t tell you how to cope with it. But I can get you past this one obstacle, which is preventing the three of us from moving forward together.”

“If you’re talking about sex—”

“Shut up and pay attention.” He stood and pushed the last of his clothing to his feet.

His cock hung semi-hard between muscular thighs, thick and heavy and growing by the second.

“This is the last time I will offer myself to you.” Ricky knelt at his feet, speeding up his pulse. “We’ll do it slow and easy, or not at all.”

A swallow stuck in the back of his throat. “I don’t know how.”

“I know, and I’ve been part of the problem.” Ricky sat back on his heels. “I always tell you to hurt me, fuck me hard, and make me bleed.” He shook his head. “The thing is I’ve had every kind of sex imaginable. Soft, rough, sweet, wild… I’ve experienced the gamut, and I know what I like. But you haven’t. You’ve never had sensual, affectionate, tender sex.”

A quiver of grief skittered along Martin’s jaw and burned the backs of his eyes. He fisted his hand in the bedding, fighting the longing that swelled inside him.

“Let me give you that.” Ricky lowered his head and placed a kiss on Martin’s denim-clad thigh.

He tried to imagine what Ricky was offering, but he couldn’t picture it. He didn’t know what it looked like or how he would handle the intimacy. But he wanted to know. Every nerve ending in his body pulled toward the idea.

“Tell me you’ll try.” Ricky rose on his knees and gave him an expectant look.

“I’ll try.” His mouth dried. “But Tula should be here.”

She was the gentle one.

He needed to make sure she was safe. She deserved so much better than him, but that wouldn’t stop him from groveling, pleading, and fighting for the rest of his life to get her back. He couldn’t lose her.

“One problem at a time.” Ricky slid his palms up Martin’s thighs. “She promised she wouldn’t leave her cell tonight.”

“I don’t want her sleeping—”

“Shut up.”

“I can’t do this if you intend to top me.” He gestured at the soft bulge of his crotch. “Does nothing for me.”

“You think I can’t make you hard?” Ricky winged up a sexy brow.

“Not if you’re bossy.”

“Take off your clothes.”

With a sigh, Martin stood and stripped. His briefs hit the floor last, and a masculine sound rumbled deep in Ricky’s chest.

As Martin lowered back to the bed, Ricky didn’t wait for an objection. He knelt between Martin’s thighs and slowly sucked the soft length of him between those talented lips.

“Ah, fuck.” His hand went to Ricky’s hair, clenching hard.

Ricky released him with a pop and shook his head. “Soft and easy.”

“Fine.” He braced his hands behind him.

Returning to his cock, Ricky licked along the shaft from balls to tip, sending languorous ripples of pleasure through his groin. Ricky went at it assertively but not aggressively. Soft unhurried sucks and teasing licks filled him with blood and quickened his breaths.

“I’ve wanted to do this for years.” Ricky swirled his tongue across Martin’s scrotum.

“You’ve done it a million times in my head, and swear to God, it’s never felt this incredible.”

“And you’re not even punching the back of my throat.”

“The urge is there, but…”

Ricky sucked on the crown, flicking his tongue along the underside, where all the nerves resided. “Feel that?”

“Fuck yeah, I feel it.” The stimulation of his glans spread electricity through his body. Feverish chills. Breathless invigoration. Every sensation was new and different.

“You don’t experience that when you’re pounding someone’s mouth like a jackhammer.” Ricky blew a soft breath along his length. “Don’t get me wrong. There’s freedom in letting go, but there’s so much sensuality in a kiss.”

He proceeded to kiss Martin’s cock with firm lips and an agonizingly talented tongue. The sensuality Ricky mentioned was a slow burn. A fusion of feelings. A different kind of energy, emotion, and artistry.

His legs shook against a building orgasm, and just when he thought he might come, Ricky’s glorious mouth abandoned him.

“Lie back.” Ricky patted his thigh.

Martin stretched out across the two beds, and Ricky crawled over him, kneeling between his legs.

“You’re so goddamn arresting.” Ricky caressed a hand down Martin’s chest. “Seeing you laid out like this, aroused and bare for me…” The roving caress continued along his hip and down his leg. “Every inch of you makes me hard.”