Sins of Omission Read online T.S. McKinney (Sub Mission #2)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Sub Mission Series by T.S. McKinney
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
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He turned around and glared at me, more color exploding onto his cheeks. “Stop doing that! I already told you I’m not into that stuff like Seth and Baker,” he huffed.

With those words, he skewered a portion of my heart, but I forced myself to ignore it. For Ari, I’d give up anything. “It was just a birthday swat, birthday boy. You only have nineteen more to go before the day is up.” Anything. Anything for Arizona.

He stared at me for several long, uncomfortable seconds before asking, “So…you aren’t into the stuff that Seth and Baker are? Is that what you’re saying?”

I chose my words carefully—not intending to lie but knowing I was walking the edge. Sins of omission. He didn’t have to know everything about me. “I’m definitely not into the things that Seth and Baker do in their playroom, angel. Seth uses all sorts of instruments of torture on poor Baker. I’d never use anything like that on my lover.” There. A truth…of sorts.

“Good,” he answered immediately. “I know I wouldn’t get off on that.” With those words, he turned to start back toward the room but then paused again. “Hey, Eli—I wanna go on the upper deck before the cruise is over. Okay?”

Well, shit. Apparently, torturing me was Ari’s new favorite thing. “Of course, you do,” I answered as we made our way toward the elevator. Thank the Lord for small favors—I wouldn’t have to watch his ass flex as we climbed down the three floors to our cabin.

As soon as the elevator door slid open, Ari said, “Let’s just walk. I need the extra exercise after that huge breakfast.”

He tugged on my hand and I, of course, followed. He was stalling, but I couldn’t begin to guess why. Did he want me to come in my swimming trunks like a teenage boy?

Just as I’d known it would happen, my eyes kept straying toward the lace panel that put forth very little effort at covering his ass cheeks. Damn, he was gorgeous and perfect. An older couple that passed us on the stairs laughed as they noted my predicament…and where my eyes lingered.

“Oh, to be young again!” One man said to the other while he winked at me. “Good luck with that,” he said as he nodded toward Ari.

They kept walking so there was no reason for me to respond. Hell, I needed all the luck I could get my hands on. We were only on the second day of the cruise and I already suffered from the worst case of blue-balls in the history of mankind. Well, there might not be historical data to back that statement up, but I felt like it was nothing but the cold, lonely truth.

“Did you know them? What were they talking about? Why did they say that? Do I look too young? I don’t look too young, do I?”

He chattered nonstop. Yeah, he was definitely stalling…and incredibly nervous. Did the idea that I had to jerk off bother him so much? Did I frighten him? More importantly, was he afraid I might try to force myself on him? No, he had to know better than that. Hell, if I were that kind of person I would have gone ahead and taken advantage of the situation years ago.

I wasn’t that person, though. Not only did I know and understand how wrong that would have been in the eyes of the courts and public opinion, I’d loved Ari too much—still loved Ari.

By the time we reached our cabin, I was more nervous than he was, and my erection had all but disappeared. Looking at Ari was enjoyable but if I couldn’t do it without getting hard and then scaring him, then I’d have to have my fucking eyes glued shut for the remainder of the cruise.

Since I was busy reprimanding myself, I was thankful that Ari searched within his cabana boy bag to find his key to unlock our spacious suite. I’d been on several cruises before this, but I’d never splurged for the larger, more luxurious cabins like Ari had. As I stepped inside, I couldn’t help but appreciate the beauty and added comfort the extra money offered. While closing the door, I said, “I’m glad you splurged for the rich boy cabin, angel. It’s nice in h…”

I never got to finish my sentence. Ari’s lean body rammed into me, slamming me against the door, and his lips were on mine all before I could even register that he’d moved. Between wet, hungry kisses, he corrected, “Rich man, Eli—not boy.” Kiss. Nibble. Bite. “You need to get that shit out of your pretty little head really quick because you’re about to fuck me hard enough to really get this boat rocking!”

His hand reached down and gripped my cock and balls, probably a bit harder than one would normally find comfortable, but since it was Ari, I didn’t fucking care if he locked me in a vice. Blood surged back toward my cock, and all I could think about was that Ari, my angel, was touching me…kissing me…climbing me like I was the monkey bars at the playground.


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