Page 64 of Worth the Risk

Gregory’s hand squeezed, and the black edges of Landon’s vision overtook him, and then…

And then…

And then Gregory’s hand was gone from his throat and his worst fears came true. He shattered. His whole body expanded and exploded, like a fucking supernova. Ribbons of agony centralized in his core and unfurled, his body pulsing and bucking though an orgasm that left him feeling beyond euphoric.

“I’ve got you.”

Gregory’s voice in his ear acted like a string around his leg, tugging his floating body back to earth, back to the present. Then he was free of his binds and he was warm, so warm, wrapped up and pressed against Gregory’s chest.

“I’ve got you,” Gregory said again, his hand wiping sweat from Landon’s skin while they worshipped him at the same time.

“I know,” Landon muttered breathlessly.

“I don’t think you’re fit for work.” Gregory laughed softly, standing with Landon pressed against his side. He deposited Landon onto the bed and disappeared, returning with warm rags to wipe his skin clean.

“Nope,” Landon mumbled.

“Are you thinking about anything besides your dick?” Gregory asked, dragging the damp cloth over said dick.

“No, Sir.”

Landon gasped as cool metal met the hot skin of his well-used cock. Gregory tugged and pulled Landon’s balls, his shaft, then his softened length was hugged by cold steel. His system went on alert and he struggled to sit up, only to be met with Gregory’s hand on his chest, pushing him back onto the bed.

There was more movement between his legs, then the sound of a lock latching into place. The weight between his legs sat heavier than normal against his thigh.

Gregory’s finger traced the metal ring that nestled around the base on Landon’s cock. Landon studied Gregory’s features then closed his eyes with a sigh.

“I love how you look like this,” Gregory mused. “I have to admit, I wasn’t sure I would. I like being able to have access to what’s mine with minimal effort.”

Gregory tugged on the small lock, then slipped a ball chain with a key on it around his neck.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Next time, I’m going to plug your hole first,” Gregory said, tracing his thumb over the narrow slit in the metal of the cage he’d just locked around Landon’s cock.

“If that pleases you, Sir.”

“I think it would please me greatly,” Gregory confirmed.

Landon’s eyes were heavy so he let them close. He turned onto his side and curled into a ball. Gregory stroked his fingertips lightly across Landon’s exposed ribs.

There were words floating around in Landon’s brain, words he hadn’t said in years, but words he was almost certain he’d heard tumble from Gregory’s mouth while he coaxed orgasm after orgasm from Landon’s body.

“Did you…” he started, but he stopped himself. “Never mind.”

It was too soon.

His rational mind was pushing its way back into the forefront of his consciousness and he knew the question he’d almost just asked was not a question to ask before he even understood the structure of their engagement.

Gregory handed Landon a water bottle and continued to dance his fingertips lightly across his exposed skin. Landon sipped the water and let the soft touches Gregory offered lull him to sleep.

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Gregory

Gregory caressedhis way over Landon’s skin for the entire forty-two minutes he slept. He woke with a start, then turned in Gregory’s arms so they were nose-to-nose.

“What time is it?” Landon pressed a kiss against his lips.