14. North
Chapter 14
North
V irgin.
I can tell by the shocked, blissed out expression on his face as soon as I bottom out inside him, but hearing him say it…
Ranen is a virgin.
It shouldn’t matter—it shouldn’t make something in my chest draw up tight.
It doesn’t matter to me at all that he’d been with other people until the moment I realize he hasn’t been with anyone . As soon as he says it, it’s the only thing I can think about.
I noticed something earlier—how shy he was, the way he kept stuttering his words like there was something he wanted to tell me—but I’d written it off as nerves. As much as I want him, as much as I’m sure he belongs to me, I understand that he isn’t the same kind of person I am. I’ve been here for a few weeks, and it was probably trauma alone that made it so easy for me to maneuver myself into his life…
He probably isn’t obsessed the way I am. But… I thought he was nervous about it being our first time, not his first time.
I get to have that.
I get to have every piece of him. All of it. Every part of him can belong to me, and I get to show each person who has ever lusted over his ass, each person who has ever gotten off to watching him get off…
I get to show them that he’s mine.
My cock has never been so hard in my life. A swirling mixture of lust and possessive need nearly blinds me, and I move—tension runs through every muscle as I force myself not to start fucking him into the mattress.
Not to hurt him.
Not to take his virginity like a man blinded by the knowledge that no one else has touched these parts of Ranen before.
No one but me.
“Only me.” I breathe the words against his lips. It’s not soft or sweet. It’s a demand that I want to feed into his mouth so it drenches his soul. I want the rhythm of his heart to spell my name, the air in his lungs to taste like the saccharine knowledge that he’s mine .
Ranen looks up at me with his blue eyes wide, darkened with lust like storm clouds rolling over the horizon, and all he can do is nod. My fingers clench, and I bring one hand to his hair, taking hold and pulling his head back until he’s looking at me. “Say it so they can hear you, Cas .”
He shivers, his eyes wet and sweet when he looks up at me. “Only you .”
Fuck, I want to make it rain—I want to make him cry with how much he wants me, how fucking good I can make him feel.
How much he belongs to me.
I lean down, running my teeth along his jaw and biting his neck to leave a red mark. It makes him cry out, and I take the sound as incentive, rolling my hips once, drawing out of the tight heat of him and thrusting back in.
“Oh, fuck . N…” He stutters, nearly saying my name. I don’t care if he does. I don’t care if everyone watching knows who I am, who is fucking him for the first time. My hips roll again, and I watch his eyes widen and then shut, his body shuddering with the way I’m invading it.
My gaze flicks to the computer screen. There’s a torrent of messages and tips pouring in, but I’m not looking at that.
I’m looking at us on the screen. My broad body curving over his, my cock disappearing slowly into his ass while he squirms beneath me, while his chest heaves and his hands scramble to hold on to my tan and tattooed skin. Fuck, he’s so pretty .
So pretty and so mine.
I feel so greedy. I want more of him. All of him. I want to keep him chained to this bed until he’s completely drunk on sex—on me .
My hips flex again, and I bury myself so we’re pressed together. It lets me lean down so I can run my tongue along the shell of his ear and whisper, “Fuck, you don’t know how good it feels, how tight you are. How much I want to break you apart so I can put you back together.”
“Please .” The word comes out as a whine, and he clings to me, rolling his pelvis experimentally and gasping when my cock hits against his prostate. “Please, please… fuck me.” He waits, and I roll my hips again slowly. Steadily. Stretching him and letting him get used to me, letting him feel all of me. And I can see it in his eyes—how greedy he is for it. How he wants more. How he thinks about his words for just a second before he speaks. He leans up, tongue pink and sweet and wet when he licks my lower lip and moans. “Fuck me like I’m just yours.”
My hips stutter, and then jolt. My next thrust isn’t as easy, and his breath bursts out on a groan, but his nails bite into my back, drawing me closer. I drop my head, pressing my lips to his throat so my body can catch onto the rhythm of his thundering heart.
I realize if I let myself, I really would break him, remake him.
I would show him what kind of man I really was. I’m already so close to doing just that. So close to completely losing myself to the thought of giving him everything.
A dinging sound pulls me from the moment.
Tips.
The camera.
We’re on camera, and I’m about to lose my load before we’ve given them a good show.
We can’t have that, now, can we?
“Come on,” I growl against his ear. As good as it feels to fuck him, to cover his small body with my own… I want more.
No, I need more.
I need to show them all. I need every person watching to see the way he wants me, the way it looks when his body swallows my cock, hungry and needy. He lets out a small squeak of protest when I pull out of him, then a cry when I shift until I’m sitting up and his ass is facing the camera. I pull him back onto my lap and look down at him. “Go on, then. Show them all how much you want me, how greedy you are for my dick. Fuck yourself on me so they can watch.” I lean in, dragging my teeth along his collarbone, licking at his shoulder. My hand splays across his chest, fingers shifting to roll and pinch his nipple until he cries out. “Show them all who you belong to, baby.”
Ranen nods, panting, and spreads his legs until he’s straddling me. He’s careful when he positions himself, and slow when he sinks down onto my cock at first. He whines, and I drop my hand, pressing flat against his stomach.
“You’re so big, I don’t know if I can—”
“You can.” I cut him off. “Fuck, it’s almost like I can feel it, the way I’m so deep inside you. Let me feel it.” I drop my head and open my mouth, letting a string of saliva trail from my lips to land on his pink little cock standing at attention. It’s almost sinful how good it looks, dripping precum and slicked with my spit. My hand wraps around him and I pump him once, slowly, then stop with him hard and leaking in my hand, giving him a little squeeze. “Show me how much you want me. Make me feel it.”
“Oh, God ,” he groans, but his body starts to move. He’s slow at first, and I match the speed of his hips, pumping him in a steady beat that makes him whimper. When he realizes what I’m doing, he picks up the pace, rocking harder against me. Ranen’s arms come out, wrapping around my shoulders, fingers greedy as he pulls himself closer. I drop my hand and his cock starts grinding against the muscles of my stomach as he gives himself over to sensation—to want, to lust—and starts to really ride me.
My gaze lifts again, glancing over his shoulder to connect with the camera. I know the look in my eyes is probably revealing more of me than I’ve ever let anyone see—the darkness, the possessiveness, the danger . I don’t care. I want them all to know that Ranen is mine. I want the asshole who hurt him to know that he’s breathing borrowed air, that he’s dead and he just doesn’t know it yet.
I want them to watch Ranen fuck himself on my cock, to see the way his ass is bouncing and his hole is stretched. I want them to see it all.
“That’s right, baby. Show them all how much you want it. Show them what a good fucking boy you are for me.” I lean in, nuzzling his neck and blowing out a shaky breath. “Just for me.”
“J-just for you,” he whimpers, and his nails bite into my shoulder. I take hold of his ass and spread it open, watching his small, lithe body on the camera as his greedy hole takes my cock in again and again.
When my hand comes down, slapping against one cheek, he cries out, bowing his head and burying his lips against my neck… but he’s shivering, and I love the way his skin marks up from my touch.
“Say it again.” I groan, pulling him closer so I can feel his cock slicking and rutting against my abdomen, feel the way it’s dribbling with precum. He’s so hard, so greedy that he starts whining and rutting against me, fucking himself on my dick like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
“Just you . You.” He cries it out when I take his hips in my hands and fuck up into him hard and fast. He’s stretched himself out on me enough that he just throws his head back and cries out when I shift him slightly, and I feel the moment his body jolts when I hit that perfect spot.
I feel the hot splash of his cum on my stomach before he starts moaning, then his ass is clenching around me and I know I can’t hold it in anymore. I thrust into him like I want to drive my cock straight through him, like I want him fused to me forever. And when I lean in and set my teeth against his shoulder, biting hard enough that I know it will bruise, he just clings to me tighter and sucks on my neck.
It’s like he wants to claim me too, and it’s that thought—not the way he clings or the way his mouth feels against my skin, not the way his ass is pulsing around my cock like it’s starved for my cum—it’s the thought that Ranen wants me just as much as I want him that pushes me over the edge.
I lose my rhythm as I orgasm, pumping my cum into his hole. It’s bliss, and I have to bite into his shoulder again to stop myself from crying out his name. It makes him spasm, makes his cock spurt more heat against my stomach… then he collapses against me like he doesn’t have the strength to hold himself up anymore.
That’s fine.
I’ll spend the rest of my life holding him if that’s what he needs. I thrust lazily a few more times, enjoying the way my cock softens, the way his ass is still clinging to me until I shift my hands to his hips and slowly pull him off of me. I hear the wet, slick sound when I slide out, and my eyes go back to the camera. My fingers are greedy when I pull his cheeks apart, my gaze focused on the sight of his hole stretched and gaping, leaking my cum for everyone to see while his body still pulses and his muscles clench on the air.
“Look at you, you’re such a fucking dirty mess for me.” I lean in close, pressing my lips to his ear, my voice a husky growl. “All marked up and leaking, stretched open from my dick.” Ranen shudders, and I brush my lips against his temple softly. “You’re so good for me, baby. So fucking perfect.”
He shivers again, his hips attempting a half-aborted thrust against my torso. It makes me smile, and I lean back, pulling him up so the camera gets the perfect view of his gaping hole while I take his lips with mine, drawing him into a kiss that speaks my praise better than words ever could. I lick into his mouth and trail my hand along the length of his spine, dipping two fingers into his ass and burying them there, loving the way he’s so hot and silky and slick inside with my cum. He whines when I peg his prostate, and then cries out when I do it again and again.
“Are you going to give me one more?” I whisper it softly against his ear, twitching my fingers and fucking the mess I left behind.
“I can’t, I… I…” Even as he protests, he’s rocking his body against me, his breathing picking up. I can see the tears staining his cheeks, the way his pupils are so blown I can’t see anything but the depth of how much he wants this—how much he wants me. He rocks his hips and whimpers, spreading his legs wider over my thighs, giving the camera a perfect view of what I’m doing. “Please… please, I can’t… I…” He bites his lower lip and rocks again, completely counter to his words.
“You can. Show them all how good you are for me. Come on… come on my fingers, baby. Give it to me.” I fuck into him a few more times with my digits and Ranen cries out. I catch the sound of it with my mouth on his, and pull his cheeks apart so the camera can see his hole as it pulses, as he leaks my come down his thighs and his cock spurts a few droplets on my waist again.
Fuck…
“So fucking perfect .” I murmur against his mouth. When he finally stops twitching, I run my lube free fingers through the mess on my waist and paint his lips with it, then take his mouth with mine again so we can share the taste of him.
I get lost in it, wrapped up in the way he clings to me, the way he’s so hungry when he licks into me, devouring the taste of himself on my tongue. My other hand drops down again, stroking lazily against his ass, against his stretched hole and the mess slicking him. It takes me a minute to realize I’m massaging my cum into his skin, just like I did before, marking him everywhere I can. Ranen moans as I circle his rim again, but I can tell from the heave of his chest that he needs at least a little while to recover. Maybe I could take him into the shower and rinse him clean—maybe I could bend him over and soothe the sting from the way I stretched him open with my tongue, until he’s ready for me again. I want to fill him up then plug his sweet little hole so he has to feel me there all day.
I pull back, ready to suggest just that…
Until the sound of dinging and tips finally breaks through the thundering of my heart. I glance over his shoulder at the names flying across the screen and grin at him. He’s collapsed against me like a content kitten, and his lids are so heavy when I nudge him. My filthy thoughts will have to wait until he’s signed off, I guess.
“You might want to go thank them. From the sound of it, they’re tipping you enough that you probably won’t have to worry about money for a while.” I grin when I say it, my chest swelling with pride. I’ve watched most of Ranen’s cam sessions since I first saw him, and I know for a fact that the sex-drunk look on his face, the way his ass is still leaking… it’s probably one of the hottest things anyone watching has ever seen.
And it’s mine.
He’s mine.
Ranen smiles, sweet and sleepy, and nods. It takes him three tries to lift himself off me, and I don’t miss the way his hands smooth over his ass, fingers gliding through the mess I left behind.
I don’t miss the way his smile deepens when he feels it.
And I don’t miss the moment that expression dies on his face when he looks at the screen.
Written there in bold letters is a furious message.
I’LL brEAK EVERY PART OF YOU THAT HE TOUCHED.
YOU BELONG TO ME.