now.”
Ollie felt a pang of regret at hearing how much Jonas had enjoyed not only what the robot had done, but that another watched. He had seen the pleasure on Jonas’s face, but to have him speak of it somehow made it far more real. “I don’t understand how you could enjoy being demeaned.”
“That is the saddest truth of them all.” Jonas let out a long sigh. “I thought if I were thoroughly humiliated, I would be somehow cleansed of my cravings for you.”
Chapter 3
Ollie was silent after Jonas’s shocking confession. He opened his mouth to explain more, but there wasn’t anything else to say. He’d allowed the neighbor to brutalize him to punish himself for his inappropriate longings for Ollie.
“It didn’t work.” Jonas looked up and met Ollie’s beautiful brown eyes. Those eyes had always looked at him with nothing but love and longing. Jonas expected horror or shame, but Ollie still looked at him with deep and abiding love. For the first time, probably the only time, Jonas knew what it was to experience unconditional love.
“I’m sorry you were so tormented.” Ollie took Jonas’s hand in his. “If I could have done something to ease your pain, I would have.”
“I know.” Jonas kissed him softly. “That night, I think I was loud on purpose. I think I wanted to be discovered and perhaps forced to stop. I knew it wasn’t healthy for me to do what I was doing. It was reinforcing my longings because I imagined you were the mechanical man.”
“I would never hurt you so.”
“I know.” Jonas had enjoyed the raw passion of Ollie, but he never brutalized him. “You made me realize the difference between rough, meaningless sex, and passionate lovemaking.”
“I do love you.” Ollie kissed his shoulder.
“I love you, too.” Jonas lifted his head, and Ollie was there, his lips covering Jonas’s perfectly. He surged into him, loving the way Ollie groaned low and deep. No matter how many times they found release, they always wanted more. No one could ever replace what he had with Ollie. The robot had been able to act out the physicality of the need, but the emotions behind the harsh and hungry touches were utterly absent.
Ollie maneuvered Jonas up off the bed then had him straddle his lap so their hard cocks rubbed together. As soon as they touched, Jonas whimpered, which made Ollie growl and pull him closer by cupping his big hands to Jonas’s buttocks. Ollie took control of him with a gentle, almost thoughtful, command. His hands were strong and sure, his need clear but not vulgar. Rocking him up and down made friction along the sensitive skin of their pricks. Jonas felt his rectum quivering in anticipation of having Ollie’s cock plunging into him again. Three times they’d come together last night, but it hadn’t been enough. Jonas didn’t think a million times would be enough.
“You are so quick to try to get me inside you.” Ollie grinned as he moved Jonas back.
“You feel good filling me.” Jonas rose up and tried again to center himself over Ollie’s cock.
“That is why I will make you wait.” Ollie lifted Jonas while rising so that they were both standing. “I like to hear the frustration and longing in your voice.” With one finger, Ollie almost brought Jonas to his knees when he stroked over the scar he’d made on his neck. One side was hopelessly chewed from repeated attacks by unskilled and uncaring lovers, but the mark Ollie made was clean and precise. His touch there, or even his breath, made Jonas weak in the knees. “I love when you bite me.”
“I noticed. Already you have your head tilted, baring your neck for my teeth.”
Jonas looked up, noticing that Ollie’s teeth were fully extended.
“I like when you drink from me, too.”
With a trembling hand, Jonas touched the scar he’d made on Ollie’s neck. On one side, McBride had commandeered his old mark, making it his own, but Ollie had moved his head the other direction, offering up his