Page 49 of Hard Count
Jayson’s hand rested lightly against the top of the cage.
“That’s the part you keep missing,” he said.
Piper’s cock strained harder against the jock, a wet spot forming at the tip, as his hips attempted to shift in the cage.
“Say it,” Jayson said, voice dropping.
Piper swallowed, throat tight and finally replied. “I could leave.”
“Yes.”
The space inside the cage felt smaller now or maybe he was just more aware of it, of the sweat gathering under the harness, the throb between his legs, the way every second he remained made the ache sharper, more damning. Piper hated himself for the way his body was reacting to Jayson.
Jayson’s voice was barely above a whisper. “And yet.”
Piper closed his eyes behind the mask. His cock pulsed again, painfully hard, leaking, as he held still.
Behind him, Jayson pulled down his briefs and stepped around to the back of the cage. His cock pushed through the bars and pressed against the curve of Piper’s ass. The head of his cock was warm and slick, sliding up once, then back down slowly, teasing Piper's ass.
Piper’s breath left him in a single shudder. His cock jerked against the pouch of the jock.
Jayson didn’t push, didn’t grind. Jayson rocked, his cock dragging across Piper’s hole and up the small of his back. The bars kept Jayson from going any farther. That was the point, because the bars were the only thing between what was happening and what could’ve been.
“You feel that,” Jayson said, very quietly.
Piper nodded once, because his throat would not produce a word.
“Good.”
Piper’s whole body was shaking now. Not from cold, not from fear, but from something worse.
Jayson let him feel the bars be the only reason the thing Piper’s body was asking for was not happening.
Then Jayson stepped back, slipping his Tom Ford briefs back on abruptly.
“We’re done.” He unlocked the cage.
Piper opened his eyes.
That was it. He stayed there aching, exposed, the denial burning hotter than any touch could have. Then he pushed himself up and stepped out of the cage.
The air felt colder outside it, or maybe that was just him.
***
Outside, the night air hit hard.
Piper pulled the mask off. The harness marks stinging against his skin like reminders.
He looked past Jayson.
In the car, the silence stretched.
Jayson finally said, “You stayed.”
Piper stared out the window. The warehouses blurred past, indistinct. His body still hummed with unresolved heat, shame twisting tight around the arousal.
“I didn’t do anything.”
