Cal picked the condom up off James’s back, tore the wrapper, and rolled on the condom. When he picked up the lube, James’s back bowed slightly, as if he were searching for the dull weight that had been there for a minute or two. The bottle’s top clicked. James bit his lip. Cal did the same, if only to keep himself in check. No faster, heavier breathing. No reaction to anything—not the lube, not the anticipation—because he had to appear to be in absolute control.
He dropped the bottle of lube on top of his gloves. When he put his bare hand on James’s hip to steady himself, he somehow kept from gasping at the first skin to skin contact they’d had all night. He took a slow, deep breath, then let it out just as slowly, and guided his cock to James’s arse.
He was tempted to tease James with his fingers, but James liked it when he fucked him this way. He enjoyed the burn and the stretching. Obviously he wasn’t opposed to pain; though he winced every time the weights tugged at his cock and balls, he was anything but miserable.
Cal pushed against him. James bore down and pushed back, and he gasped as Cal breached him. Cal worked his way in, perhaps with more force than usual, and the low groans told him James loved it. There were whimpers of pain in there too, but Cal couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began. Or if, for James, just like Spencer, they were one and the same.
Once he’d hilted himself completely inside James, he picked up speed. He fucked him hard enough to make the pool table groan beneath them. James clawed at the felt; he tried to thrust back against Cal, but in this position, there was nothing he could do but stand there and take it. Take it fast, take it slow. Deep strokes, shallow strokes. It didn’t matter if James wanted it slow and easy or hard and fast, he’d get whatever Cal wanted to give him.
Cal gritted his teeth and fucked James hard, and then he slapped him on the arse.
“Oh, God!” James bucked against him, nails digging into the table as he sought some kind of purchase on the flat surface. The weights jingled in time with Cal’s thrusts, and James had to be painfully hard by now. His moans sounded more like sobs. Alarm almost slowed Cal down, but he glanced at Nick, who nodded, grinning at him.
“Good thing that cock cage won’t let you come,” Nick taunted. “Bet you’d like to come with him fucking you like that, wouldn’t you?”
James moaned, his body almost completely limp on the table.
Cal grabbed James’s hair and jerked his head back. “He asked you a question, sir.”
“I can’t . . .” James’s knuckles were white, his voice broken. “Think. I can’t think.”
“Just answer the question.” Cal slowed down, because damn, he was close himself and ready to lose it any moment now, and he didn’t want to come before James had yielded just that little bit more. “Do you remember the question?” He tightened his fingers in James’s hair, pulling hard enough to make him wince.
“Yes! Yes. Ohgodpleaseletmecome.” The words came out as a tortured release of breath.
Nick slowly walked around the table to their side, tilted his head to study James like a curiosity and nothing more, though the bulge in his trousers really messed with that illusion. “That’s not exactly what I asked.”
James needed a few moments to gather his concentration before he made another attempt at answering. “Yes. Yes I would. I’m so close. Please tell him . . .”
Nick laughed. It was chilling, sexy, and arrogant. “I’m not your master, James. Your master is the guy ramming your arse and driving you up the wall. You’ll have to beg him.”
James groaned and looked back at Cal, his eyes burning with need. That expression alone made Cal want to take off the weights and the rings; he was so ready to come, too. Coming with James would feel so good. He wanted to blow James’s mind, wanted to give him what he needed so badly. But James hadn’t begged him yet, and Nick had made it very clear that that would be what it took.
“Callum.” James gave a pained sob when Cal thrust harder in answer. “Please let me come. Please. I’ll do . . . anything. Please.” His voice seemed so small, without any pretence, so defenceless that Cal wanted nothing more than to kiss him and fuck him.
“Anything what?”
“Anything you want. Whatever. I’m yours.”
Oh God. Oh God. Those words ran like liquid electricity all through Cal’s body, and he almost came from that alone.
He bit his lips to keep control, but he was way, way too close, so he slowed down and reached between James’s legs. He pulled the fastening open on the first strap, and the second, then took hold of the rings, almost shocked by how hot James’s cock was. Getting the rings off wasn’t easy and required almost more concentration than Cal had left, but he managed to get them past James’s cockhead. When he brushed the glans with his palm, James bucked and very nearly came, tightening all around him.