Rub Me Raw

  Suncoast Society

  Rub Me Raw

  Tired of being an object instead of a partner, Simon forces his ex to move out after hitting his emotional limit and realizing the man only wants him for wank fodder. An introduction to Victor by friends helps Simon shut the mental door on his ex for good and long to explore all the delicious Domly things the handsome realtor wants to do to him.

  Victor moved to Florida for a fresh start far away from his ex. He’s looking for an open and honest subby guy. His instant, scorching attraction to Simon is only intensified by the fact that he can actually get some decent sleep for the first time in weeks when with the man.

  But spooky events and shocking revelations force Victor to move from his temporary digs and in with Simon. Now, it’s make or break time. Can Simon handle Victor full-time in full-on Dom mode, or will both men be rubbed emotionally raw yet again?

  Genre: Alternative (M/M, Gay), BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 37,051 words

  RUB ME RAW

  Suncoast Society

  Tymber Dalton

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  RUB ME RAW

  Copyright © 2017 by Tymber Dalton

  ISBN: 978-1-64010-355-9

  First Publication: June 2017

  Cover design by Harris Channing

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  DEDICATION

  To Hubby and Sir.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Tymber Dalton is the wild-child alter-ego of author Lesli Richardson. She lives in the Tampa Bay region of Florida with her husband (aka “The World’s Best Husband™”) and too many pets. Active in the BDSM lifestyle, the two-time EPIC award winner is also the bestselling author of over one hundred books, including The Reluctant Dom, The Denim Dom, Cardinal’s Rule, the Suncoast Society series, the Love Slave for Two series, the Triple Trouble series, the Coffeeshop Coven series, the Good Will Ghost Hunting series, the Drunk Monkeys series, and many more.

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  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Chronologically, this book takes place after Fire in the Hole, but before the events at the very end of the last chapter. Also, you’ll want to read Walk Between the Raindrops before you read this book.

  While all the books in the Suncoast Society series are standalone works which may be read independently of each other, the recommended reading order to avoid spoilers and to not miss any backstory information is as follows:

  1. Safe Harbor

  2. Cardinal’s Rule

  3. Domme by Default

  4. The Reluctant Dom

  5. The Denim Dom

  6. Pinch Me

  7. Broken Toy

  8. A Clean Sweep

  9. A Roll of the Dice

  10. His Canvas

  11. A Lovely Shade of Ouch

  12. Crafty Bastards

  13. A Merry Little Kinkmas

  14. Sapiosexual

  15. A Very Kinky Valentine’s Day

  16. Things Made Right

  17. Click

  18. Spank or Treat

  19. A Turn of the Screwed

  20. Chains

  21. Kinko de Mayo

  22. Broken Arrow

  23. Out of the Spotlight

  24. Friends Like These

  25. Vicious Carousel

  26. Hot Sauce

  27. Open Doors

  28. One Ring

  29. Vulnerable

  30. The Strength of the Pack

  31. Initiative

  32. Impact

  33. Liability

  34. Switchy

  35. Rhymes With Orange

  36. Beware Falling Ice

  37. Beware Falling Rocks

  38. Dangerous Curves Ahead

  39. Two Against Nature

  40. Home at Last

  41. A Kinkmas Carol

  42. Ask DNA

  43. Time Out of Mind

  44. Happy Valenkink’s Day

  45. Splendid Isolation

  46. Similar to Rain

  47. Happy Spank Patrick’s Day

  48. Fire in the Hole

  49. Pretzel Logic

  50. This Moody Bastard

  51. Walk Between the Raindrops

  52. Rub Me Raw

  Some of the characters in this book appear in or are featured in previous books in the Suncoast Society series. All titles available from Siren-BookStrand.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  About the Author

  Author's Note

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Landmarks

  Cover

  RUB ME RAW

  Suncoast Society

  TYMBER DALTON

  Copyright © 2017

  Chapter One

  They really should paint the ceiling.

  That was Simon’s first major, mental face-slapping clue that he’d finally slipped past the point of no return and was done.

  Especially since the hunky bear tightly gripping Simon’s ankles, keeping his legs spread wide open and pushed back as he plowed Simon’s ass with his generously endowed, condom-sheathed cock, wasn’t holding his attention.

  Neither was the bear’s cute and orally talented twink, whose cock was locked in a chastity cage and who currently had Simon’s cock deep down his throat while jacking off Greg, who held Simon’s wrists pinned to the mattress.

  I mean, really. They obviously changed the light fixture. Why be lazy? That’s so tacky.

  It looked like, from the pale yellow tell-tale nicotine tinge the rest of the ceiling bore, compared to the unblemished white area exposed where the old light fixture had obviously covered a larger swath of ceilin
g, that the room had once been a smoking-allowed hotel room.

  The “festivities,” as Greg dubbed these little jaunts, were currently happening late that Sunday morning in a second-story room overlooking the pool courtyard at the Toucan Resort in St. Pete, not quite an hour north of their shared townhouse in Sarasota. This weekend had been another long, nonstop, rambling party at the mostly gay resort, debauchery easily had by anyone looking for it.

  The bear pushed Simon’s legs back even farther, rounding Simon’s spine while angling his ass a little more in the air so the bear’s cock could better nail Simon in the prostate.

  “Come on and let my pig have your cum, boy.”

  The record screech sliced through Simon’s brain, jolting him from his interior decorating thoughts.

  And there’s my second clue that I’m done. “I’m not your boy.”

  “Come on, Sy,” Greg said in that tone that translated into Do not fucking embarrass me right now. His fingers dug a little harder into Simon’s wrists. “Let him suck a load from you.”

  About that time the bear came, filling the condom and pulling out, holding on to the base of the condom as he did and releasing Simon’s ankles.

  “Let me up, Greg,” Simon said.

  “Well, if you’re going to be a bitch, fine. I’ll let him suck me dry.” Greg released Simon’s wrists and grabbed the twink’s hair, pulling him off Simon’s now wilting cock and onto his own, where Greg started to fuck the guy’s face.

  Simon rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

  Why the hell did I let him talk me into this weekend, anyway?

  He hadn’t wanted to come up here. Honestly? Yeah, while he’d busted his nut several times that weekend since they’d arrived Friday night, he really hadn’t been in the mood for it, as strange as that sounded.

  As Simon was cleaning up in the shower, the bear walked in to dispose of the condom and take a piss. Simon didn’t even remember the guy’s damn name.

  “Sorry about that, man,” the bear said from the other side of the shower curtain. “Didn’t mean to hit a nerve. Thought you were into it. We all right?”

  “Yeah. Sorry. I’ve got a lot of stuff I’m dealing with at work.”

  Not really, but it was easier than getting into the convoluted thought processes and emotional garbage hovering over his rapidly deteriorating relationship with Greg.

  And it wasn’t some random bear’s fault, anyway, much less his business.

  Done. I’m done.

  It throbbed through his brain like a heartbeat.

  The guy flushed and left the bathroom as Simon stuck his face under the spray. He could hear Greg in the bedroom over the sound of the water, making a big show of fucking the twink’s mouth.

  No doubt trying to get under Simon’s skin.

  Done.

  He finished and dried off, wrapping the towel around his hips before leaving the bathroom. Greg had apparently shot his load down the twink’s throat and was holding him there to suck down the last drops. The bear had already pulled on his jock and leather chaps and was working on his boots.

  “Hurry up, boy,” the bear told his twink. “You ain’t got all day if you want me to let you finally bust a nut this weekend. You still have eight loads you need to arrange and swallow to earn release, and it’s nearly noon. Everyone’s going to be checking out soon, if they haven’t already.”

  At least that gave Simon an excuse to get Greg moving. He didn’t want to pay for an extra day on the room just for Greg to be lazy. They needed to get home so Simon could do the laundry he’d planned to do yesterday when Greg had suddenly announced Friday afternoon that they were spending the weekend at the Toucan.

  The twink finally got up and found his tight shorts, shimmied into them, and the men headed out.

  Greg remained on the bed, hands laced behind his head as he sat up against the headboard and stared at Simon.

  “What?” Simon finally asked.

  “I’m going to ask you that. What the fuck? You embarrassed the hell out of me.”

  “I’m nobody’s ‘boy.’ You fucking know that.” Simon grabbed the backpack he’d brought with him and pulled clothes from it. “Let’s get moving. I want to go home.”

  “Why are you being so bitchy today?”

  “Because I’m sick of this shit. I told you last time you planned one of these weekends that it was the last time, because I didn’t want to do this anymore.”

  “I heard you begging to nut last night with that gorgeous black cock up your ass and his slave’s lips wrapped around your cock. Or did I dream that? Or yesterday at lunch, when I arranged for that little barely legal guy to sit there mouthing the outside of your jock under the table by the pool? Or how about that spit-roast yesterday morn—”

  “Fuck you, Greg. I’m tired of being used to get you off because you like to watch me get plowed or sucked. It’s like you can’t get off anymore unless you’re watching someone else do me, or me doing someone else, and I’m tired of it. I’m getting too old for this, and so are you. You want blue pills to get your cock up, fine, go to the doctor and get them. But I’m done with this fucking around bullshit. This is the last time I’m ever doing one of these for you. Period. If I’m not enough for you, then maybe we’d better have a serious talk about going our separate ways.”

  Greg got out of bed and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door after him.

  Simon wasn’t chasing him, either. Which, while in the past that’s exactly what he would have done, followed him and apologized and tried to soothe Greg’s bruised ego, no more.

  The guy was forty-one, not twenty-one. If he couldn’t face his age, that wasn’t Simon’s problem.

  He was only thirty-seven, and he wanted to settle down and enjoy nesting, be with his guy and be enough for his guy. He loved Greg, but the past several months had slowly poisoned his love until he wasn’t even sure there were any seeds of that emotion remaining scattered among the thick weeds in his flowerbed of resentment.

  Sure, when Greg had first started proposing these little trysts, a third here, a Toppy leather guy there, they were fun. Exciting. When they happened on occasion. And back then, it had felt like they were equal participants in it.

  But they’d started to morph into Greg having a harder time getting it up and getting off unless they were doing something like this, or he was fantasizing about a past encounter, or fantasizing about what he wanted to happen in the future. Needing to watch Simon with someone else.

  That Greg refused to discuss it and maybe talk to a doctor—medical or mental—about the issue had quickly led to Simon’s growing resentment.

  Simon couldn’t enjoy it when he felt like he was being used as live porn. Little more than breathing wank-fodder.

  Especially after discovering Greg’s browser history was full of gay gang-bang porn, watched when Simon hadn’t been home.

  Meaning Greg was masturbating without him and leaving nothing for him when he wanted it. Wouldn’t be so bad if Greg at least still wanted to cuddle and be romantic, if it felt like they were still engaging as a couple.

  Even that had disappeared.

  Simon was tired of having to go in every three months for bloodwork despite always using condoms, just in case.

  He was tired of feeling like he needed to put on a show for Greg in bed to get the guy off.

  Tired of feeling like he wasn’t enough.

  He was…

  Tired.

  Done.

  Simon sat on the end of the bed, fully dressed, ready to go and watching TV when Greg finally emerged from the bathroom with a towel draped over his shoulders.

  “So what are you saying?” he asked Simon.

  Simon didn’t look away from the TV, already changing the pattern of engagement they’d danced through the past five years.

  “This was the last time. Period. No more thirds or fourths for fucking or what you call ‘fun.’ If I’m not enough for you, we need to discuss breaking up and you movin
g out.”

  “They don’t mean anything, baby.” He crossed the room and stood next to Simon with his arms crossed over his chest. “You know I love you. What’s the harm in playing? They’re just fucks.”

  “No, I don’t know that.” He finally looked up to meet Greg’s hazel gaze. “If you love me, this ends. Now.”

  “What’s the big deal? Doesn’t it matter that I’m in your bed every night?”

  “Not when it feels like your heart isn’t there, no.”

  Greg cocked his head. “You’re serious.”

  “I am. No more.”

  “We can discuss this lat—”

  “No. No discussion. I wasn’t poly when we got together, and I’m still not poly. I’m done. This is a pretty easy decision to make. Either I’m enough for you, or I’m not.”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “How is that not fair?”

  Greg pursed his lips as he struggled to find an answer. “You’ve been fine with it.”

  “Not really, no. You kept ignoring me and discounting my opinions. So this is me putting my foot down. You don’t like it? You can move out and move in with some rent boy or a horny slut who doesn’t mind trying to help you recapture your lost youth.”

  Okay, low blow, yes.

  He didn’t regret it.

  Not in the slightest. Greg had finally rubbed Simon’s last nerve raw on this issue.

  Greg’s gaze narrowed. “You giving me an ultimatum?”

  Simon stood. He was two inches shorter than Greg’s six one. “Yeah, I am. I told you last year if you wanted to do kinky stuff, I was fine with that, between the two of us. But I’m not submitting to anyone I don’t trust. Right now, I don’t trust you.”

  “How dare you! You’re crazy.”

  “Then explain the porn, why dontcha? When was the last time you actually fucked or sucked me or gave me more than a handjob and a kiss on the lips, huh? If I have to have other guys fuck and blow me because my own damn boyfriend won’t do it, maybe I need to find me a new damn boyfriend.”