Damon's Challenge(8)

Arms still folded, Damon waited. He didn’t have to wait long. Something broke within Andy, and the man went to his knees. With each drop onto his knee a sigh escaped Andy’s mouth. When he was on all fours, Damon felt his own arousal start to build. Slowly, he watched Andy start to crawl to him. With each step forward on his hands and knees, he saw Andy’s will start to crumble. They both knew this was what he wanted, what he needed. By the time he was at his feet, Damon’s cock was hard as rock at the sight of him.

“Tell me, pet, is this what you want?” Damon asked.

“Yes.”

“Sir. You call me Sir when we’re alone.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” Opening the top button of his jeans, Damon eased the denim down until his cock was stood free out of the confines of the clothing. “If you don’t want anything at all I want you to say no, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Take hold of my cock.” There was no revulsion on Andy’s face, only sheer bliss. This was what the other man had been craving since they’d first met. Damon saw it clearly before him.

Andy reached up, gripping his shaft in one hand.

“That’s it, work my dick until I’m completely hard, and then take me into your mouth.” Damon kept his hands at his sides with his force of will alone.

The minutes passed as Andy touched his cock. For the last two years he’d not had a single sexual experience other than the pleasure of using his own hand. The touch of Andy’s hands was too much for him, and he felt the beginnings of his orgasm. No, he couldn’t allow himself to lose control so easily. He needed to keep in constant control or risk making a fool of himself, and he wouldn’t do either.

Once he was at full arousal, he waited patiently as Andy took him into his mouth. Damon knew he was the first man Andy had sucked. The hesitation was a clear indication along with the look of wonder on his face. Even with this being his first time, Andy knew how to suck cock. Andy took him to the back of his throat before coming back up and going down again. He watched as the other man bobbed his head taking Damon’s cock deeper. Seconds passed, and Andy grew more comfortable with what he was doing. One hand cupped his balls as the other circled the base of the shaft. Closing his eyes, Damon focused on counting to keep himself in check. He wasn’t going to give into Andy so easily.

Thinking about Meredith he wondered if the other man had left her in tears. The punishment would be severe, and ground rules would be laid out.

Damon couldn’t hold his orgasm off much longer. Sinking his fingers into Andy’s hair, he thrust deep and hard going to the back of the waiting throat. The moans coming from the other man were driving him crazy. The noise vibrated around his cock, and with two years of nothing but his hand, Damon exploded into Andy’s mouth without much effort.

The other man swallowed him down, drinking every last drop of his cum.

When he was done, he ordered Andy to stand. “Meredith is a submissive. You can’t give her what she needs because you don’t know how. I do know how to be everything she needs. We can do this together.”

Andy stared at him, waiting.

“I will discuss everything with you, but I need to know that you’ll be fine with it.”

“You’re talking about being our Dominant, right?”

“Yes.” Damon ran fingers through his hair as he stared past his shoulder. He froze as he saw Meredith stood staring at them. “Fuck.”

Andy turned and released another curse word. Before anyone could say a word, Meredith ran out of the stable leaving them alone.

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Tears filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks. There was no way she’d ever be good enough for Andy. She was missing the one appendage he wanted more than anything, a cock. The pain struck her harder than ever before. In the last year he’d been different, and now she knew why. He was in love or lust with Damon. The hard talking, rough biker was after her husband, and she’d been too fucking blind to see it. All this time when he’d been nice to her, he’d actually wanted Andy. Charging for the house, she ran upstairs and headed toward the bathroom.

The sound of the door banging seconds behind her made her run faster and harder. Inside their shared bedroom, she slammed the bathroom door closed and flicked the lock into place. For some reason, the tiny brass lock made her feel safe. Any man could break it down. She wasn’t fool enough to think otherwise.

Collapsing on the floor she moved until her back was against the bath tub for support. Placing her head into her hands she finally allowed the sobs that had built up to escape. What she’d just seen was crashing around her all at once, and she didn’t know how to breathe or what to do in order to stop it. Was her marriage over? Damon’s friendship must have been false. All along he’d been after her husband, and she thought he simply wanted to be friends. She was wearing the cardigan he’d given her for Christmas. Tearing the clothing from her body she threw it in a heap, dropping her head into her hands.