A Strong Hand

that cheeky, little red ass high in the air for me."
    Nick obeyed, dropping to the floor, his head cushioned on his hands, elbows on the carpet, arse in the air. "Oh, God, oh please ... fill me ... take me...."
    Damian struggled to open his jeans, his eyes delighting in the beautiful sight of Nick begging for him, his ears filled with his boy's pleas and moans. He remembered the condom, thanking his stars it was habit, and knelt behind the beautiful sub, gently stroking the red-hot buttocks. He could wait no longer and drove his cock hard into the boy, watching as Nick arched and lunged back to meet him. He grabbed the lean hips, pulling the boy back against himself, seating himself as deeply as he could in the narrow passage.
    Nick was delirious with joy; he loved being on his knees, feeling the other man filling him, feeling Damian's weight on his back, dominating him. He felt safe and secure feeling the older man enter him in one, long glide, stroking over the spot that gave him so much pleasure.
    The heat and thrust of Damian against his warm bottom transmitted the burn inside him. He wanted the other man to use him for his own pleasure; it was so erotic to be spread and impaled by his Top. He rocked back to meet each powerful thrust, lost in the pleasure that Damian brought to him.
    The inner muscles rippled around Damian, clutching his cock with a velvet fist. He was lost in the sensations of Nick's tight channel closing around him as he buried himself as deeply as possible with every stroke. The heat and 280

    A Strong Hand
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    constriction made him quicken his pace until he was pounding into Nick, angling to hit the secret spot with every thrust.
    Nick was overwhelmed with every sensation: the sharp nip of Damian's teeth on his shoulder, the strong hands holding him in place, fingers digging into his hips, the smack of Damian's thighs against his. Every stroke against the sensitive spot inside drove him higher, every nerve in his body was on fire. The submission to the other man's dominance forged a connection deeper than Nick had ever felt before and he gave himself over to it completely. He felt Damian's hand, fumbling at his groin, releasing him from the cock ring. He'd forgotten it was even there, but the instant relief made him cry out with pleasure.
    Damian held him tighter, thrusting ever more deeply before he came with a growl. It was enough to push Nick over the edge, and when Damian gasped, "Come now, come with me," Nick gave in to the lightning bolt of ecstasy that flashed throughout his entire body, wailing with his climax.
    And then he collapsed to the carpet, Damian's weight bearing him down. His last thought before he passed out was, Don't leave me .
    Damian lay panting, aware that he was crushing Nick into the carpet, but unable to move. He felt as if every bone in his body had been surgically extracted; he'd never come that hard before in his life. After several moments, he managed to pull out and rise to his hands and knees, still panting for air.
    He laughed at himself quietly and staggered to his feet. In the bathroom he got rid of the condom and cleaned himself off, rinsing his heated face and staring at himself in the 281

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    mirror. "What the fuck am I going to do without him when he leaves?" he muttered out loud, before physically shaking off that awful thought. "Face that later. Got a boy to take care of."
    He returned to the office and rolled Nick onto his back. His eyes were barely open and unfocused. "Baby, are you okay?"
    "Kiss..." Nick managed.
    Damian smiled and bent to kiss him tenderly. "Can you stand up? I need to get you home."
    Some expression he couldn't quite read flickered over Nick's face and veiled his eyes. "Yes, sir."
    "Scene over, baby. Come on; on your feet." Damian pulled Nick up to sit, allowing the boy to lean against him. "All the way now."
    He stood and pulled Nick up, catching him around the waist when his knees buckled.
    "Sorry," Nick muttered. His face still looked blissed out, and Damian chuckled. He bent to slide his arm under Nick's knees.
    "I think I fucked you silly, baby," he said.
    Nick wrapped his arms around Damian's neck and rested his head against the strong shoulder. "Mmm-hmm," he slurred softly in agreement.
    Damian carried Nick into the studio where he'd pushed the bed from their last photo shoot against the wall. "Here, rest a little while, baby, and then I'll take you home after a breather."
    Nick