Free Catching Eagle's Eye by Samantha Cayto Page A

that job hadn’t presented himself. Will had known from the first glimpse that Dane was such a man, however. And that man had been explicit about what Will was supposed to do. Jerking off in the shower was not it.
    He reminded himself of the rules once more when he reached around to wash his hole. A small hiss escaped his lips as soap met the tiny abrasions around the ring of muscle. God, Dane had pounded him good. It had been so long since anyone had taken him that he hadn’t relaxed as much as he should have. It wasn’t bad, though, and the soreness he felt all day had maintained a low level of arousal.
    Being in the shower was too much of a temptation to break the rules, so he finished up quickly and readied for bed. As he settled down between the cool sheets, he set his phone to chime after ten minutes. He lay back and fisted his cock, which was already semi-erect from the anticipation alone. He wiggled down farther into the bedding and closed his eyes.
    As he clasped his rod in a firm grip, he couldn’t help but compare it to how it felt to be held by Dane. The man’s fingers were longer than Will’s, and he put more pressure on the hard flesh than Will did. Thinking of it and how awesome it was to be squeezed, he tried to mimic what had been done to him the previous night.
    He groaned, part arousal, part frustration. It wasn’t the same. Being able to master another man was Dane’s forte, not Will’s. He tried anyway, sliding his foreskin up the shaft, pressing hard as he flicked a thumb across the head. He cried out and arched his back when he scraped a thumb into the slit. With his other hand, he cupped his balls, massaging and squeezing them as he slid his fingers back down his cock. He set a slow rhythm to the strokes, savoring every inch of his own caress.
    In his mind, though, it was Dane’s hands on him. He couldn’t see his Dom’s face because he’d been ordered to keep his eyes shut. He wanted to peek but obeyed the command because it was so delicious to do so. Being under someone else’s control, yet knowing he could free himself by uttering a single word was intoxicating. Even with Dane miles away from him, the man had him by the short hairs, literally. He tugged at his pubic hair at the same time as he dug his nails into the stretched flesh of his cock. The pain wrenched another groan from him. Oh, God he wanted to slide a finger down to pierce his hole and stroke his prostate. He wouldn’t, of course, because he hadn’t been told to do that.
    This was all he could do, stroke and dream and writhe with unspent passion and—the alarm sounded next to his ear. With a curse, Will stilled both his hands. His breath was as labored as any of his patient’s after a tough therapy session. It was hard, motherfucking hard, to let go of his cock and balls. But he did because those were the orders. He always followed orders. Letting out a shaky breath, he curled up on his side. The ache from his erection goaded him into relenting and finishing the job. Who would know if he got himself off, after all?
    He would. And Dane would, too. The guy had said he’d ask Will if he had followed the routine set for him. Will had no doubt the SEAL always did what he said he would. The hell of it was, so did Will. He also didn’t lie, so when Dane asked him if he had complied with his orders, he was going to tell him the truth no matter what. That meant no orgasms for him, and unless Dane changed his mind, it meant no relief for weeks to come.
    “Shit,” he muttered into the dark and punched his pillow.
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    Playing with himself but not coming was giving Will one hell of a case of blue balls. Standing around a room full of hot semi-naked guys with gyrating hips was not helping, either. But Carlos was a good friend and he needed a wingman for the night, so Will lounged against the wall of the club and sipped a beer. His dick was hard behind the zipper of his well-worn jeans. That was not remarkable. It had been that