Free Against the Rules by A.R. Barley Page A

Kelly’s eyes as the fabric was moved into place. A blindfold.
    “Please—”
    “I need you to trust me...at least for the next twenty minutes. The blindfold makes you focus. It heightens sensations. Can I leave it in place?”
    “Okay,” Kelly murmured as the blindfold tightened against his face and Ian tied it firmly in place. He hadn’t been able to see anything anyway—not with Ian walking around behind him—but still, it felt odd not to have the ugly kitchen countertops to focus on.
    The scent of leather filled the air and carpet fibers rubbed harshly against his knees.
    “You look so good like that,” Ian said. “Naked and waiting. You don’t know if you’re going to be pushed down and fucked or brought over my knee. I could jack off right here, looking at you, and you wouldn’t even know it until I came all over your pretty face.”
    Kelly let out an eager whimper.
    “Oh, you like that idea. You like knowing how hard you make me.” There was a soft chuckle. “Should I do it? Or, should I—”
    “Let me suck you,” Kelly said, only remembering at the last second that he probably shouldn’t interrupt. “Please.”
    “Mouthy brat.” Ian chuckled. “Luckily, your mouth is one of the things I like about you.” He must have taken off his boots somewhere along the line, because when a callused finger reached out to stroke Kelly’s lips it was a complete surprise. “You’ve been offering me a blow job since we met. Is it just to make me happy? Or do you have a bit of an oral fixation?”
    “Neither? Both?” Kelly’s lips parted and he sucked on the finger, drawing it deep into his mouth, sucking it like a hard cock. Damn, it felt good, but he needed more. He needed to hear Ian throb and moan, to know he was almost ready to come and Kelly had taken him there. “Please.”
    “Good boy.” Ian drew his hand away. “This type of relationship works best if you can ask for what you want.”
    The rich scent of Ian’s desire reached Kelly first, making him salivate eagerly. He wanted to drown himself in that leathery musk, but then new pressure was placed against his lips and he opened his mouth to take the hard erection inside.
    Fuck. Kelly didn’t need to see Ian’s cock to know it was beautiful, stretching his lips and filling his mouth. He sucked hard, shifting further forward onto his knees to bury his nose in a thatch of rough curls.
    Deep throating wasn’t in his skillset, but he’d never had any complaints. His hand reached up unbidden to wrap around the base of Ian’s cock and he hollowed out his cheeks, providing more suction.
    “Fuck.” Ian groaned, his hips bucking eagerly. His hands came down to rest on Kelly’s shoulders, steadying and supporting him. His fingertips skimmed across the fresh bite at the base of his neck. Damn, it stung. His throat muscles contorted as he whimpered in response. Ian chuckled. “Easy.” The grip on his shoulders relaxed. “You weren’t kidding. You’re damn good at that.”
    “Hmm...” Kelly thrummed in agreement, knowing the sound would make his muscles contract and smiling when Ian gasped in response.
    His head bobbed up and down, his lips sliding on the thick erection like a fireman on a well-greased pole. Every few strokes he’d pause just long enough to swipe his tongue across the fat head, tasting salt and sweat.
    Desire bubbled deep inside him. Kelly’s own hips thrust forward, searching greedily for some form of friction, but he knew without asking that he wasn’t allowed to touch himself. Fuck, he wanted that...almost as much as he wanted to be able to look up at Ian’s face and see those silver eyes dark with arousal.
    But with the blindfold still bound tight around his face, he had to make do with the happy noises his lover was making.
    “Hell.” Ian’s hips thrust faster, losing their elegant rhythm. His breath was fast and furious.
    Just a few more seconds...just...
    “Enough.” Ian broke away, pulling back with a sharp