12. North
Chapter 12
North
I still have the taste of Ranen’s cum on my tongue, and he looks up at me with a fucked-out expression that makes me wonder if he understood what I said. My fingers tighten in his hair and I lean in closer, licking his lips so he can taste himself. Now that I’ve let go, I can’t control myself anymore. I want him too much. “Ranen, on your knees . Show me how good you can be for me.”
Fuck , his body jerks forward at my words, and a small whimper tears from his throat while he grinds against me like he didn’t just come.
“Please?” His whimpers turn to words, and I realize I never stood a chance. I came back with the intention of closing myself in my room. The emotions tearing through my chest after killing that asshole were too much, too overwhelming. I knew if I saw Ranen, if I got too close, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.
And then he’d asked me to touch him, to be on camera with him. To claim him so the world would see exactly who he belonged to, and I knew there was no other option.
I want to be careful with him, but I’m too far over the edge. He tastes too good, and he’s writhing against me like he wants more.
I want to give him everything.
When he whines another soft please , I slap his ass without warning. The hitch of his breath is saccharine, and I trail my tongue along his throat like I can catch the taste between my teeth and drink it down. He’s a mess in my arms, and I feel drunk on the sensation.
“You sound pretty when you beg, baby. You said you wanted my cock? Get on your knees so I can fuck your mouth until you see stars.”
He shudders in my arms, cutting off any worry that I might have gone too far. “Oh God, North. I want it so bad.”
I drag my lips from his throat and bite his pout until he gasps, so I can whisper my next demand hot and hard against his mouth.
“Then show me.”
I don’t wait for him to drop, though. My fingers twist in his hair and I force him to his knees. The sight of him there, looking up at me with wide eyes and kiss-swollen lips is too much. I can’t hold back anymore.
I killed someone for him.
I want him.
And fuck, he wants me too.
I push his face forward and shudder at the feel of his hot breath as he mouths over my cock like a needy kitten. The sounds he makes are some sweet mixture of desire and pain, like I’m torturing him by keeping him from his prize. He looks so good on his knees that I want to draw it out, but I’m lost when he glances up at me through his coppery hair, his eyes begging, his pupils blown.
I jerk him back long enough to unzip my pants and let my cock spring free. His mouth forms into a little oh, and I take it as an invitation, thrusting past his lips and groaning at the way he sucks on me just like he did my finger earlier.
And that might have been enough—probably would have been enough—if I wasn’t so wound up.
I manage to let him suck me for less than ten seconds before I thrust in and feel my cock head spill down the tight squeeze of his throat. When he gags around me, I groan, pulling back for just a second to let him catch his breath before I fuck back between his lips. He’s not trying to pull away—his hands are greedy, grabbing at my thighs like he’ll starve if I take my dick out of his mouth. He’s doing his best to suck and swallow around me, doing his best to be as good as he can… and fuck, he looks so blissed out choking on me.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I groan, my fingers pulling his hair so I can rock his head back and look him in the eyes while I line his throat up to take me. “Your mouth is so warm, Ranen. Wet and warm and needy .”
I’m not usually one to talk during sex—I’m pretty much a get in, get everyone off, get out kind of guy—but this… I could talk forever about how sexy Ranen looks with tears in his eyes and his cheeks flushed, his plump lips stretched tight over the base of my shaft.
I want to watch him choke on me.
I start to fuck his mouth in earnest, relishing the way he moans, the way he gags and drools all over both of us. The way he tries . I’ve seen him take a toy like this too many times to count, but seeing my cock disappear down his throat over and over again? My balls are tight just looking at him. I want to fuck him harder—I want to make this last forever.
When he closes his eyes, something in my chest tightens. “No, look at me, Ranen.” The demand comes out as a low growl that I can feel all the way down. “Keep your eyes on me. Fuck, you look so sexy like this, Ranen. So fucking good.”
He blossoms at my words, the compliment making him double his efforts. I can hear the wet sucking sound of his mouth, and his fingers cling to me like I’m the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground right now. I can see the desperation in his eyes, in the way his small, lithe body bucks and ruts into the air, trembling and shivering just from the taste of my precum on his tongue.
“Good… you’re so good .” I groan and his lashes flutter, another line of tears spilling down his cheeks as I grip his hair and chase my orgasm. It’s too much—he’s too much—kneeling there, perfect and gorgeous and trying . I can see the red spots my mouth left on his jawline, the impression of my fingers fading to pink where I held his chin. Marked up and pretty, drooling and moaning and gagging for me. Maybe this is why I never let myself touch him too hard, because I knew if I saw those marks on his skin, I wouldn’t be able to deny it.
He’s mine.
“Fuck, Ranen. I’m going to—” I don’t have time to finish the sentence. I pull out of his mouth with an audible pop and stroke myself through the orgasm that surges across my body. The first spatter of my cum spilling across Ranen’s fucked-out face makes me come harder. The way his body jerks and leans toward me like he needs it just as much as I do makes me see stars. “You’re mine.” I groan it, one hand still in his hair, holding him in place as I come all over his face.
He looks good, painted with my pleasure.
“So good .” I murmur it as he half collapses and leans against my thigh, trying to catch his breath. I let him, giving in to the urge tearing through my chest, and leaning forward to slowly stroke my cum into his skin, branding him the way my words did earlier, the way I want to brand him for everyone to see.
A sweet smile drifts across his face and I realize I’m well and truly fucked here. There’s no going back now, no leaving. No option but to keep Ranen at my side. With me. It’s like my ability to breathe, to think, has suddenly centered on the contingency that I have him in my life.
I give him a few more minutes to catch his breath and then stroke my fingers through his hair, drawing his gaze up to me. His lips are swollen, and he still looks like he’s half floating, but the expression in his eyes is all soft and sweet and just for me. “You did so good, Ranen.” I murmur the praise again, running my fingers through his hair one more time before pulling him up. Temptation draws me in, and I drop my head, running my tongue along his jawline to catch a few stray drops of cum on his skin before I press my lips against his in a kiss, feeding the taste back to him. He moans, leaning into me, and I force myself to pull back before I bend him over the couch and fuck him until he can’t breathe.
“Come on, let’s get you into the shower so you can go to bed. You look like you’re about to collapse.” Even as I speak, I run my thumb gently along his lower lip, my eyes still bouncing to all the little red marks I left on his cum-drenched skin. He smells like mine .
It’s almost a shame for him to wash up at all.
He sounds so sweet and sleepy when he answers me that it takes me a moment to realize what he’s asking. “Will you come with me?”
Temptation. Ranen really is temptation incarnate.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” he says without hesitation.
“Okay then.” I wrap my arm around his waist and pull him against me, caught up in the way he looks so satisfied, the way that makes me feel . The way I want more—the way I want all of him .
“You take such good care of me, North.” He looks almost embarrassed that he said it, but then he smiles again and leans back against me, hiding his warm cheek against my chest. I wonder what he would think if he knew exactly how much I did for him today—exactly how much I want to take care of him, to make sure that nothing in this world will ever hurt him again.
What would Ranen do if he saw the real me?
Now isn’t the time to find out. I shove the thought to the side, locking it away safely to examine later, when I don’t have a gorgeous man half asleep in my arms already.
“I’ll always take care of you, baby.” The words spill so naturally from my tongue… Baby, always…
I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do with all these emotions running rampant in my chest. I’ve never felt like this before. I don’t even know what to call it.
Ranen wriggles happily against me, distracting me from my thoughts, and my eyes drop down to the front of his pants. The wet front of his pants. “Did you come again, Ranen?”
He reluctantly pulls back from me and glances down between us before giggling.
“Wow, I didn’t know I could do that.”
I did that. I made him come so much he can barely stand, let alone take a few steps forward to get to the shower. I made him feel more pleasure than he’s ever felt, and it’s eating me alive, knowing that moment is mine . That it’s something I can keep, something I can give .
I want to give him more.
After he tries to take a step and nearly falls, I scoop him into my arms and feel another wave of satisfaction when he instantly buries his face against my neck with a sweet, sleepy sigh.
“I think I like sex-drunk Ranen,” I confess.
“I do too.” He giggles, and the sound turns into another low, sweet moan when I press my lips to his and kiss him again. It’s softer this time, sweeter. I let my tongue explore his mouth lazily, like I’ve wanted to do since the first time I kissed him, devouring the taste of myself mixed with him. When one arm wraps around my neck and Ranen pulls himself closer, I feel my heartbeat pick up, and when he presses his palm flat against my chest, I know he can feel it too.
I’m not ashamed.
I just wonder if he knows what he’s getting himself into—what he’s already gotten himself into. There’s no getting away from me now.
I pull back from the kiss, and the corner of my mouth quirks into a smile as I carry him to the bathroom. I pause before I open the door, and set him down. When he turns to go in, I catch him by his hair again, twisting him back to look at me.
“Hey, Ranen?”
“Hmmm?” He’s already leaning into my touch again, and I bend down, nipping his lower lip before pulling back. “I’ll get on cam with you. I think it could be…” I drop my gaze down to his cum-soaked pants, then trail it up slowly to his throat, sweet and red from my lips and teeth, to his swollen mouth and his cum-flecked cheeks. “Fun.”
By the time I say the last word, his skin is flushed and he’s biting his lower lip. But he nods, smiling, and leans into me to open the bathroom door.
“I think so too.”