Page 41 of Worth the Risk

“Jesus, Landon.” Gregory swiped a hand across the puddle of cum on his stomach and shoved two fingers into Landon’s mouth. He sucked and lapped at them until they were clean, and Gregory pulled them free with a wet pop.

“Thank you again, Sir.” He smiled and licked residual cum from the corner of his mouth.

“I wish you had a shower in here,” Gregory lamented, pulling Landon down so their chests were pressed together.

“I like it, Sir.” Landon slid his stomach from side to side, smearing their sweat and his cum together.

“I love how that sounds on your lips.” Gregory tipped his head up and snatched Landon’s mouth with his. Gregory’s tongue pushed its way between Landon’s lips and licked a slow, seductive spiral around Landon’s tongue.

“Thank you, Sir,” Landon rasped once Gregory released his mouth. He ran his hands down Gregory’s ribs and winced when his laugh caused his cock to slip out.

“Is this crazy?” Gregory repeated Landon’s question from earlier.

“I hope not.” Landon folded himself into a cross-legged position at Gregory’s side. He rested his still cuffed wrists in his lap and stared at his hands. “We’re older now. More mature. I think we can communicate better?”

Landon looked at Gregory, who was watching him earnestly.

“Besides, it’s not like you’re taking off for New York again or anything.”

Landon chewed the inside of his mouth. “Not until October.”

“What?” Gregory sat up, eyes clearly showing his fear.

“Just for a visit,” Landon assured him. “Verity and I haven’t been back in a couple years and we have friends out there.”

“Oh.” Gregory settled back into the pillows.

“It won’t be like before,” Landon assured.

“That’s a big promise.” Gregory smiled at him sadly.

“Maybe.” Landon shrugged his shoulders. “I at least promise you we can do more of this.” Landon shook his wrists, jangling the O-rings on the cuffs. Gregory caught them in the palm of his hand and pulled Landon down onto the bed. Gregory pushed him onto his stomach and put his wrists together above his head.

“Don’t move.”

Gregory traced his finger along the stripes from the cane that decorated the back of Landon’s thighs and ass. The skin was tender and swollen, Gregory’s feather-light touch felt like a cattle prod.

“Do you have arnica?” Gregory asked him, tapping his palm against Landon’s ass. Landon groaned and arched, presenting his ass for Gregory’s pleasure.

“No, Sir.”

“We should get some.”

“No, Sir.”

“What do you mean, no, sir?” Gregory rubbed harder at Landon’s ass. The pain spiked up his spine and felt like heaven.

“I like the marks. I like the reminder.” He gasped. Gregory had pinched the fleshy part of his ass between two fingers.

“We need to talk about the past fifteen years.”

“Do we?” Landon countered, not entirely interested in summarizing his love life for Gregory.

“Don’t we?”

Landon fisted the sheets in his hands, his face half buried in the pillows.

“Have you been serious with anyone since high school?” Gregory asked him.