Chapter Twenty-Two
Hank knelt there beside the bed, watching as Maddox laid out all his implements. Hank had been through the bag already, at Maddox’s urging. Last Saturday night, once JJ was asleep and they’d worn each other out, he’d sat there on the bed with Maddox watching and went through every implement, tried them against his arm or thigh, and asked Maddox about them.
Maddox had wanted him to remove anything Hank didn’t want used on him.
Hank had left everything in the bag. He knew if he had a problem with anything he could safeword, and Maddox would stop. He might belong to the man, but Hank knew with that ownership came a caution that the last thing Maddox wanted to do was cause him harm.
Hank had eagerly been looking forward to this weekend ever since they realized it would happen.
He loved JJ, but now with the knowledge he and Maddox could cut loose tonight and not worry about being overheard…
Yeah, he wanted it.
His cock twitched, pre-cum leaking from him as Maddox turned and looked at him. Unlike previous nights, he didn’t wear a smile.
“I’m going to mark you tonight, boy. In ways I’ve never marked you before.”
Hank nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’m also going to claim that sweet ass of yours. Is that what you want, boy?”
Hank nodded. “Yes, Sir. I want that.”
“Up on the bed. Hands and knees.”
Trembling with excitement, Hank complied, climbing onto the towel Dox had spread out there. Then Maddox blindfolded him.
“Stay, boy.”
Hank heard him walk into their bathroom, sounded like he got a few items, then returned.
The soft rustle as Maddox stripped and dropped his clothes to the floor.
His heart raced as he listened, following Maddox through sound. He knew Maddox had blindfolded him to help heighten the tension and anticipation—mission accomplished. It was something Maddox had learned early on about him.
Another thing Hank loved about Maddox—that he eagerly studied him and his body, how he reacted, and constantly tweaked things between them to always keep him on his toes in fun ways. Life with Maddox was anything but boring.
And it got better every day.
Hank felt the bed dip behind him, and flinched when Maddox touched his ass. “Spread them.”
Breath racing and heart pounding, Hank lowered his head to the mattress as he spread his knees to give Maddox better access.
He heard the snap of a glove being pulled on, thesnickof the bottle of lube being opened…and then the feel of a lubed finger gently probing his ass.
Apparently he must have moaned, because Maddox snickered. “Oh, we’re just getting started, baby. I’ll make it feel good, I promise, but we need to take care of something else first so I don’t hurt you.”
Maddox massaged his rim for a while, relaxing Hank and even getting him into it before he started to press for entrance. Just the one finger, at first, until it was easily sliding in and out of him and had Hank moaning for more.
Not just moaning, though.
“Please, more, Sir,” he gasped when Maddox turned his hand and his finger swept over Hank’s prostate.
“You’ll be getting it, baby. Be patient.” Maddox took his time working Hank up to three fingers, including slowly jacking his cock for him while he did to take his mind off the pinching burn of all three fingers stretching his rim.
Maddox’s fingers disappeared. Then the sound of lube being applied again, followed by the feel of a firm and lubed object pressing against his ass.
“Push.”
